<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;">Her hands roamed over his body, careful to remain out of his way. She had given him a request, but it simply wouldn't do if she was going to make it difficult for him or awkward because she placed her arm or hand in the way. The tone of his voice, the way he moaned, made her feel like she had him. He had surrendered to her so easily, not that it was a bad thing at all. She could have put up a bit more of a fight if he insisted, but to have him  submit to her so easily actually made things enjoyable in an effortless kind of way. Some people believed that working hard made the reward better appreciated. Suana believed that her every day life as Aes Sedai was hard enough, the rest could be easy and she would be grateful for it.<br/><br/>He teased her, taking his sweet time to get to the sweet spot and she let it happen. Her hand mapped his body. Hills and valley, firm or soft, her gentle hands simply couldn't get enough of him. She looked into his eyes as he teased her, and she took deep shuddering breath as he did so. His touch was both arousing and soothing. It turned up the heat, made her want more of it, but it touched a soft, silky skin that craved being touched. She felt warm, in spite of being naked in the evening, but she knew that part of it was because her heart raced and her body was quite primed.<br/><br/>"You are working on it, but it feels… Like you aren't sure whether you should apologize or not." Suana said, her voice just slightly more husky than usual. He would probably feel the spikes of pleasure that sparked in her core with each flick of his fingers, increasing with the pressure that he put. One said surge made her moan and curve her hips toward his hand. His fingers at her entrance would find a wetness there, a testament to the fact that kneeling on top of him as she had, rubbing against him, and his hands on her body had not left her cold at all.<br/><br/> </div>