<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;">Her hand remained on the nape of his neck, gently caressing his hair as he seemed to rethink his strategy. She had been ready to strip herself naked for him, get rid of their mutual clothing so that they could  explore each other's body without the restraint that clothes imposed. She wanted to touch him, to feel his skin under her hand, and his hand over her skin, but he stalled and suddenly, she wondered if she had misread the bond, if being intimate was something that he desired because it was biology talking, and… and…<br/><br/>And maybe she was just overthinking the whole thing. So used to have perfect confidence in herself, Avalyn loathed not knowing how well she would do. The bond would feed her all the information that she needed, she could count on it. It crossed her mind that she should see how it affected him if she had some solitary pleasure while he was near enough to run to her, but not right by her. Would he lose all focus? Would he soil his small clothes, feeling her orgasm? She pushed that train of thought aside, but filed the idea for later use. Maybe some kind of tease, then?<br/><br/>The kiss was deep, and sensual. Avalyn stopped thinking for a time to focus solely on him, on how soft his lips and his tongue were, how warm his body felt, so close to her. She held her breath when he brushed against her breast, poised for the first intimate touch, but his fingers stopped there. Maybe, like her, he did not have the courage to make the move. Her hand moved to the front of his shirt gently, intent on getting him bare-chest as soon as she could but without giving him the feeling that she was trying to make his clothes fly.<br/><br/>"Wouldn't it make you last a little longer next time?" She teased gently, wiggling her butt into his lap. "And no holding me up in the air, or I might just dangle you by your ankle if you are trying to get me off you for no other reason than tight, uncomfortable breeches." Avalyn threatened with a roguish grin.<br/></div>