<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Jagwaar/shazadi12b_zpsbdi1kpro.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Shazadi<br/><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>Jinn-Blooded Bedu<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Crimson Palace (con't from The Thirteen Monkeys)<br/><strong>Day/Time:</strong>Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Rashid<br/><hr/><br/>Inhaling deeply through her nose, Shaza slid closer to Rashid, pressing her body against him as she let herself be swept away by his kiss, soft and sensual, flavored by the piquant coffee they had shared, the sweet flavor of the dates, and the unique taste of the man himself, at once masculine and familiar, but no less exotic and desirable for her having sampled it before. As his hand slid down her shoulder, she leaned into him, letting out a soft, sultry sound against his clever mouth as his hand slipped beneath the thin fabric that separated them, to find her skin.<br/><br/>The soft linen fell back as Rashid’s hand moved around her waist to her back, baring one shapely leg and the ink that covered it to the eyes of the other patrons; but Shazida was too entranced with the subtle tattoo his fingertips beat out against the small of her back to heed whether they paid either of them any attention. Instead, she looped one midnight - accented arm around his neck to pull him close, pulling him with her as she leaned back into the hand that stroked her skin, letting him take her weight as she lounged across his thighs with the silken strands of her hair draped over his arm and the tile.<br/><br/>“I’d almost forgotten your kiss,” Shaza whispered in a husky voice against Rashid’s lips, brushing them with her own with every syllable. She grinned, shifting sinuously on his lap.  “Almost. How long has it been, habibi?”<br/>