<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>It is a curious thing about posting sometimes. Rolling and leaving things to a chance makes them more interesting, but at times we want to shape a story as we see it would fit best. Yet the element of chaos, of random chance can influence things a great deal. In that case with hte roll, I got to admit it is pretty damn glorious end result after the initial surprise of thinking of a natural 1 roll in such a moment after all that has taken place before hand. <br/><br/>Things are quite complex for Tehr, and yes I can see it would be a big moment as it stands, given that there's been something growing between Him and Rosalyn over a fair while. There's desires and play around with others but there's a lot more going on between him and hte elven lady in question. I think the elements of Christina and Alex make for a very good side-story in many ways, and Angelique's devotion is definite. I can see Tehr continuing to tomcat around, definitely, but I don't see it necessarily meaning that love cannot work out in things. I think the reactions you described on the possibilities are pretty reasonable, and make sense considering all that would be taking place in such scenarios. Nevertheless, we'll see as the tale progresses, but I've been enjoying the section of the tale dealing with Tehr and Rosalyn, and it feels good the event in question received such a good amount of luck with rolling along with the description brought forth by your wording as well.<br/><br/>I was not certain if I could do a scene justice having seen what you can write and what beautiful imagery you can portray in words, but wanted to try and convey the moments building up to the passions play at least, and considered curious how we'd play things out in what was to come. The moments between Tehr and Rosalyn hold a special place after all. <br/><br/>I hoped to convey at least some of Rosalyn's side's emotions and perceptions. Not entirely satisfied with my own end results but I have kept the post under work longer than I should already. Was removing things from the end and adding others and thinking again the entire thing but trying to consider it, figured I'd go with what felt for a warm-glowed after and a bit of happy mischief... hmm.<br/><br/>Part of me feels that after everything, it is inappropriate, yet another feels she would in a bit of mischief like waking him so albeit probably a tad worn for more play that morning. I figured going to a lenght beyond that would leave it up to you and as always feel free to interrupt if you prefer. Going to post (&amp; edit) and just say thank you for waiting, here's the reply.</em></div></div><br/><br/>The morning's light shone warmly over the blankets the two sleeping lovers wore, but after the night they'd had it seemed there was no rush to awaken. Rosalyn's sleeping face showed a smile of beautiful radiance as she embraced her lover, her worries washed away by the steady beat of his heart underneath her ears. The fine gold of her hair spread along that same chest, her legs still entwined with his own, cradling him closer in sleep as before in passion. The welcome sensations of their last night's play keeping that smile practically glowing.<br/><br/>She had been curious and interested in the human nobleman for a fair time, having come to know him and those close to him. Having come to trust him and desire his company. Having come to crave his time and the comfort of his aid when worries threatened to overwhelm her. Having come to desire him seeing what he was like, and having spent long enough to see the many sides of him. She had danced in the morning's light before, to bring her mind to a focus and to keep her form fair. She had had him join her in a dance and already come close to crossing a point she wasn't sure about at the time. Yet he had respected her enough to let her make up her mind, and when she was ready, joining him on the dance floor, it had felt so natural.<br/><br/>Their bodies moved as one, and she knew it was not just to dance. There was a need in her for him, and she felt he needed her as well, and while she would not seek to jealously hoard him all to herself, she had wanted to be with him, had wanted him, and to be wanted in turn. Just returning to the house she had felt anticipation building and had almost wanted to jump him then and there, yet a thought of preparing, washing, and meeting him to dance the night away in one way or another had settled on her mind.<br/><br/>And what a dance it had become. Her thighs shifted, rubbing together around one of his thighs as she felt the shiver running down her back at the reminding ache of those heated moments. She was in no rush to leave those moments behind. The dawn's light might be invitingly warm to wake up to, but the steady beat of his heart was a melody setting her at ease to rest a little longer, and besides, she had no rush anywhere in her mind. Eventually they'd have to get up, but until then she was joyfully content to sleep until noon if need be.<br/><br/>Eventually however the dawn's touch upon the two began to get a bit much for her, rousing her from the pleasant slumber. Her head lifting slightly, she gazed around them and looked at his face quietly. A silent smile upon her lips accompanied by her hand sliding down appreciative upon his chest and stomach, brushing upon the manhood that hat speared to her in the night's hours bringing her such pleasures. Her hand careful in its caress along it, a touch hesitant at first, thinking of her own state of satisfied but well-ridden glow. Gentle in her touch, so as to not cause harm or discomfort, her hand sought to caress along his length, her breath tickling over his chest.<em>"Mm... morning, lover."</em><br/><br/>Her fingers ran along his manhood quietly, a quiet thought in her mind at the way they had enjoyed one another at length, a bit of amazement at how he had taken her breath away time after time with the firm flesh spearing to the sodden core and leaving her craving him more and more. The memory of it had her wanting more, yet reminded by the sensation that rushing might be in poor taste, and actually curious on other things. Stroking along the manhood she pulled her fingers up after a brush at the tip and then bringing her hand up to taste them, a thoughtful look crossing upon her face.<em>"Maybe a little different wake-up call ? A kiss is a classic..."</em>She smiled a bit at that while her head moved somewhat lower under the blanket.