<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/06/Cirven150.png)</div><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/79/Cirven150a.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Cirven<br/><strong>Current Form:</strong>Trithos<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Myeliae<br/><strong>Players Nearby:</strong>Nilofer<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Well, her kind of love was not what he felt for her at the moment. In reality, he didn't even know that love was like that. Did she know? It was probably one of the few things in life, other than her craft, that she knew more than he did. He never felt that kind of love for someone. He had never even thought about it until she brought it forcibly to memory. But she would have to understand that being dutiful to her was not going to be a chore. But no, she needed to have love. It was why she was so against this marriage in the first place, he supposed. She was afraid that she would be stuck in a loveless and lonely marriage for the rest of her life, or his. Well, she had little to fear on that account. Men like him tended to die young. She grabbed his chin and bottom lip like she was his mother or tutor, angry with his willful behavior and not willing to put up with it any longer. He scowled as he listened to her speech, and was about to give her an earful in response, when she did the damnedest thing.<br/><br/>She kissed him. He was so incensed and irritated that he barely realized what she had done until he felt her lips clamped over his. She had mentioned something about showing him how much she didn't mind fighting men, or something to that effect, and then had pressed herself to him, standing as high as she could and, as if on a dare, pressed her soft, full, seductive lips to his. He nearly gasped when he realized it, or would have, if he hadn't had the emotions raging through his lean body the way that they had been. He was unpredictable now, and he disliked being unpredictable like something he had never felt. And so, in this odd frame of mind, in the challenging way that she had kissed him, there was two ways to go. One was to push her away and forget this had ever happened.<br/><br/>What the hell, she needed to be taught a lesson. What better manner of such instruction then this?<br/><br/>He leaned forward into the kiss, not gripping her hands anymore, but still pinning her to the wall behind. He tilted his head and lowered his body to give him better access to her mouth, hands descending down to grip her hips, pulling her closer in an almost possessive manner, lips making rough love to hers. One hand moved down the side of her leg until her dress ended. He slipped his hand underneath, now between her thighs and pushing the dress up as his fingers grazed over her warm, soft, smooth skin, climbing, ever climbing.