"You'd better consider yourself lucky," she breathed, grinning despite herself. Being serious had never been her strong suit - she and Amery had always left that to Raymond, who was more than enough of a foil to both of their more light-hearted social faces. Lhurriel let her eyes close briefly as she felt his rough palms caressing her skin and moving everywhere.<br/><br/>The feel of the second kiss was decidedly more... intimate. So much softer than the hunger of their first meeting, and the playful atmosphere thereafter. Lhurriel tilted her head up, eyes bright as she watched him. "Why so earnest, Amron? You need only but ask... it isn't as if I wouldn't come back if you tempted me." She leaned forward for another kiss and crawled into his lap, kneeling and straddling his hips with only a few twinges of hot pain. Ignoring them, Lhurriel pressed her lips to his jaw, then his bare shoulder, fully admiring the hard, lean muscles of his upper body.<br/><br/>She took his hand and guided it around her shoulders. "So? What plans are we to have tonight?" The soft murmur was interrupted by a long period of silence, as Lhurriel bent to trail kisses down his chest, her fingers pressing against him and rubbing against his nipples languidly. "Rest? Or play?"