Rowan and Corporal Will Stoutly were discussing things outside of the inn. Rowan was rambling, full of pent up energy, and Will was listening and observing her.<br/><br/>He listened to her, finding her behavior charming indeed, and he has a grin on his face when she is finished speaking and pointedly asks him if he's hungry. 'I'm full of food for now, but still hungry, yes' he said, and suddenly found himself being led, no dragged to his small, cozy home next to the constabulary. A few of the ladies in the inn that had been vying for his affections through the years were startled, and none too happy about what they were seeing through the inn's front windows, and simply gasped at the outrageous display of carnal need that the Corporal and Rowan were displaying.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the pair reach the door to his humble abode, and somehow he managed to get the door open and they fall into the small home, tumbling in a heap on the floor, with the Corporal atop Rowan. He kicks the door shut and looks down at her, but before she can reply to him with a witty comment, he leans down and kisses her on the lips, lifting himself up by his arms on either side of her, so that he's not crushing her with his weight. Her lips taste wonderful, as he imagined they would when they first met, and unless she protests, or decides she doesn't want any further kisses from the dashingly handsome Master Stoutly, he kisses her again, deeper the second time.<br/><br/>Rowan hits the door of the humble Corporal's barracks with a respectable force, throwing herself into his lap and hanging from Will's shoulders-- an easily managed burden-- with the enthusiasm of the prettiest maiden in town from her bed on Spring Feast's day.<br/><br/>The simple lock and door hinges buckle from her impact as the fiercely covers Stoutly's mouth with her own, fiercely kissing him as her hands seek out his hair and neck as she squeezes to him with her legs and climbs him like a beanpole.  Again and again her lips work, smacking and relentless, scarcely letting him open the door as she emits sounds of relentless desire.<br/><br/>Too much energy, too long awaiting a focal point... well, Corporal Will has that focal point at his beck and call, and the taut little minx is latched onto him like a lamprey now, so he'd best hope she doesn't start biting.