<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e8/GreenAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Avalyn Amasera<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Sister, Green Ajah<br/><strong>Bondmate:</strong>Warner Du'Baru<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Warner<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Avalyn's Quarters<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">"And it costs much."  Avalyn pointed out, her laughter joining his. It was like the morning of her  birth day, when her mother would bring her a new dress, or a new doll that she had put together whenever Avalyn was sleeping or not around to witness her work. Warner had given her the most precious gift: his life to protect her, his heart and body belonging to her, just as hers belonged to him. She was blissfully happy and refused to let the worry of the world outside her room reach her and dim the happiness.<br/><br/>"Get rid of them, dear. It is not like you will need those trousers to be on for the next few hours, yes?" She teased him and felt her cheeks tingle. She was blushing; something that no Domani woman worth the name should do, and certainly no Aes Sedai. Yet, as she sat there and bluntly told her Gaidin to remove his trousers if his arousal made them so uncomfortable, her cheeks had taken a faint pink hue to them. It was very faint, barely noticeable, but Avalyn knew it was there and she suspected that Warner knew her face and complexion well enough to spot the change in color no matter how faint.<br/><br/>Avalyn stood and felt how loose the dress was. She heard the chair wince in relief as her Gaidin stood. She make a mental note, although not for the first time, to change this part of her furniture for something more sturdy that would not require of her to weave a solid weave of air to keep it in place. Just as promptly as the thought occurred, it was filed for later. Her eyes traveled down his chest and the tingle on her cheeks was renewed when she saw his arousal. It was one thing to feel it through the bond, a heaviness in the area that needed relief, one thing to feel it against her thigh, but now she could see that undeniable proof… She wanted to touch.<br/><br/>His words had her raise her eyes to him. She took a small step toward him and both of her hands came to rest on his powerful chest, nails scratching lightly into his chest air. "No dying tonight, love." She admonished playfully, although her voice was quiet and soft. "Just touch me, Warner. You can feel that I want you to, that I want you. Can't you?" She asked and to prove her words, she did the one thing that would convince him that she was quite willingly throwing herself at him. Avalyn's hands left his chest to go at her shoulders and she slipped the dress off, let it slide down her arms and went it pooled at her waist, she used her thumb to push it passed the widest point. Soon, there was a soft mount of green silk at her feet, and she wore nothing but her smallclothes, boots and socks.<br/><br/>Her skin was as unblemished as it promised to be. It was milky and smooth, visibly quite taken care of. Having not seen battle yet, she bore no scars but those that a normal, active childhood might cause. Her body was toned and lithe, with firm long limbs. Her breasts were proportionate to her tall, lean frame, round and firm with hard, dark pink, nipples. Her hazel eyes were fixed on him, feeling especially vulnerable and hoping that he would be pleased by what he saw, and not at all disappointed if she did not do justice to how he imagined her.</div>