<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e8/GreenAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Suana Bemesta<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Acting Sitter, Green Ajah<br/><strong>Bondmate:</strong>Galvren Valynar<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Galvren<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening, Saven 7th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Secluded corner of the garden<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>N/a<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">"Be at ease, Galvren." Suana said when she felt the surge of anxiety go through the bond. Was it because they were outside, in the garden, exposed with the possibility of being caught? Was it simply because it was her? She had no clue. He had his reason to be anxious, and she wanted him to relax. There was nothing to be anxious about. She had spent a lot of time in this little corner of the garden and it seemed to be forgotten by everyone but the gardener to who kept the grass cut short, and the pond clean. No one else ever came here, but them, as far as Suana was aware.<br/><br/>"You would also miss an opportunity." The blond woman replied to his comment about being a bad lover if he didn't take care of the row of pearl buttons on the back of her dress. She felt the dress loosen with each button, and when he reached her waist where the buttons stopped, she moved back slightly to allow the dress to be slipped of her shoulders and arms. Her skin was pale, and as he pulled the dress down, it revealed more of the milky skin, mostly unblemished though there were faded scars of cuts from a fight that happened a decade ago. Her firm breasts were as perky as any twenty years old although she was twice that age, topped with dark, thick nipples that pointed at him now as if to accuse him for their hardened state.<br/><br/>"Thank you. I am glad that you appreciate it. When we are alone, use only my name. You are not tending to the Aes Sedai's needs now, you are a lover tending to a woman's needs." Suana pointed out, but she was pleased - and he would certainly feel that through the bond - that he was so taken by her form, her curves. Her hand went to the front of his throat when she took care of the first few buttons so that his head could pass through, and then reached for the hem with the intent of pulling it over his head. She would not be the only one naked tonight, not if she had her way and she had every intentions of having it. Sure, she wouldn't force herself onto him, but if what she felt through the bond was any indication, there wouldn't be any coercion. She leaned forward to kiss him again, as soon as the shirt would be off.</div>