<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/>As his hand slid down her back, the muscles rippled under Rashid’s touch, making Shaza shift her hips against him, pressing into his thighs, and shiver despite the warmth of the room. His hands, however, were warmer, and carried with them a sense of enthusiasm as well as impatience along with the promise of pleasures to come. But she knew that he enjoyed all the steps that made up the pattern of this, the oldest of dances, and reveled in savoring each and every beat despite his growing appetite.<br/><br/>As he gently pulled her hair back, Shazadi let out a low, rumbling sigh. “And you say you’re not a poet. I beg to disagree,” she whispered, as his lips skated across the curve of her neck. “In more ways than one.” Her lips pulled back in a smile. “Three years?<em>Far</em>too long.  And I was only teasing,<em>habibi</em>.”Her words trailed off into a sharp his as his teeth grazed her flesh. “I could never forget your kiss.”<br/><br/>She met Rashid’s kiss with need as well, letting her hand slide around his neck to gently cup his face in her palm. “That is my wish too,” Shazadi said, resting her forehead against his. Lifting her knee, she pressed lightly it against his arm, embracing him with her entire body, just as he held her. “But, that is up to the will of the Gods. For now, be grateful we’re together among this sea of stone tents and let’s simply enjoy one another.”<br/>