<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/>“Have you truly suffered so Rashid, waiting for me?”Shazadi asked with a wry smile, as she shifted on the bench to face him, curling up against the bare expanse of his chest. It was if she could feel his eyes on her, caressing her as surely as if he used his hands to sample her curves. More memories rose unbidden at the thought, whetting her appetite. “For that I am deeply sorry. However shall I make it up to you?”<br/><br/>She leaned into his touch as Rashid reached out to draw his fingers across her cheek, his callused fingertips a sharp contrast to the softness of her skin as they slid over the gentle contours of her cheek and further, slipping into the soft tangle of her hair to draw her to him.<br/><br/>“One’s thirst grows in the desert,” Shaza murmured, long, thick lashes heavy over her copper eyes just before their lips touched. “You should slake it in me, and drink your fill.” Pressing her lips to his, soft and full, she leaned over Rashid’s lap, setting her arm over his thighs to rest on the tile of the bench as she opened her mouth, gently using the tip of her tongue to lap at his lips and tease them open, slipping her tongue past them to deepen the kiss as she molded her body to his, stretching languidly out over his lap.<br/>