<div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">NSFW Image</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/GbAt6HX.jpg)</div></div></div>Rosalyn gazed upon him with both desire and appreciation, curtseying in reply to his words as she brushed her fingers to caress his cheek after the last kiss upon her knuckles in that moment, bowing her head a bit but letting a short whisper escape her lips there.<em>"I won't be long."</em>She glanced back at him with the same radiant smile her cheeks a little tinged with red but heading along, she made her way towards the waiting bathroom quickly afterwards.<br/><br/>The earthen scents along with the flute's play in the air gave the room a different atmosphere along with the moonlight that was quite different from its more common morning light presence in silence. Yet as he added to the piano soon after to the auditory illusion the spell began to follow the established pattern, becoming a touch eerie actually. Beautiful and somewhat simplistic, but at the same time a suitable piece for the moonlit surroundings.<br/><br/>His finishing touches laid in place, he was greeted by the sight of a fair elven beauty, clad in mere light dressing gown, its sheer nature making it practically see through already. Her figure thus both hidden and yet revealed depending whether she walked in a bit of shade or stepped more fully in the light, the gown's hem reaching just past her hips, her hair flowing free and to her shoulders, the fields of white gold almost a treasure beyond measure for a poet, her parted lips silent, her small smile warm and mirthful, her eyes holding that smoldering desire that they had taken up dancing with him in the room, but simmering now and under a little more control perhaps. Yet it was certainly not gone, merely waiting to spark anew.<br/><br/>Swan-like in grace, a nymph of a woman to behold, she made her way towards him and her hands reached forth seeking to grasp his own, a husky whisper leaving her lips again as she leaned closer.<em>"Shall we dance and play then? The play of flute in the air, the moon above, let us follow the night where it wants to lead us."</em>That close, it was difficult<em>not</em>to feel the brush of the dressing gown's filmy material not hiding the stiffness of the rosy peaks on her chest, nor the faint scent of dampness to masquerade completely under the earthern scents of the room itself.<br/><br/>Her fingers grasping his own she brushed a little bit of hair behind her ear and leaned closer to his own ear, giving a whisper to it, a brush against it's rim, and a soft touch of her cheek to his own while her hands squeezed his own still.<em>"We have the night to ourselves, after all..."</em><br/><br/>Her first steps were not for a waltz, rather, with the sonata's tone shifting, she let go of his hands to quickly dance around him in a circle, twirling in a quick step a hand caressing his chest to slip to his side, behind him giving a brush along his buttocks before trailing along his side again as she turned with her back to him in front of him at the song shifting to a slightly calmer note again. Turning her head almost coyly to look bac, her hand bringing a hand of his to her own stomach, the filmy gown all that lay between his fingertips and the dip of her bellybutton, the soft but firm surface of her stomach under his touch as she drew her other hand back in a gesture to brush his chin and cheek, gazing back at him at the slower section of the play, yet the playful tease in those eyes, wanting to take him for a thrill, a twirl, and seeming energetic and excited even at the slower section of song, preparing for the swifter steps but cherishing the slow ones as well.<br/><br/><em>"Let our first dance lead to the next..."</em>She whispered quietly but audible over the music playing nevertheless, her thigh raised to brush on his own inner thigh in that moment, her chest against his own in those moments showing the twin brush of hard nubs as well before she pulled a bit back, dancing with her hand trailing along his hand to where it lay on her figure, hips swaying quietly, her steps keeping her close and yet seeming to switch direction along the tune, her fingers guiding his hand a bit lower for a moment before trailing a lone finger up the back of his hand and to his wrist, pulling away to lift her both hands above her head and letting out a long, quiet breath her weight on one foot as she turned quietly, entrusting him to keep her standing and in balance, to turn from facing away to gazing back at his eyes as her eyes were opened once more and her face lowered a touch.<br/><br/>The duration of the dance would see her touch and seek his touch in turn, brushing close to him even when dancing free, but returning to his arms, leaning back in his grasp letting herself trust her weight upon his hold, and to rest her head against his chest at the end of a pull at a crescendo, eyes shut, heart beating fast, and one leg raised to his side, and against his back. The motion of that step leaving her gown lifted, bunched up by the motion, her breath a bit trembling before she glanced up at him, and sought to kiss him. Her desire for him shown, her trust in his arms to protect and hold evidenced in the dance, her affection in every little gesture, but yet there was that playful bit of mirth in her that still liked to tease, yet in those moments it too quietened to just rest against him and enjoy the moment as long as it lasted.<br/><br/><em>"Please dance with me in every way we can... I wish to feel you in my whole being... "</em>She gave a light bite on his chest and gazed up at him with that desire burning strong in her eyes, the bared mound of her pussy drenched with her juices as she held onto him, the wet drops on the gown staining the sheer fabric in telltale fashion, her body might have worked a faint sweat up from the dance but the dominant scent around her was something quite different, and this time, it was covering the earth scent of the flower pots in the solarium, indeed the scent of her own flower's petals was the one that sought to capture his attention.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Despite having taken a bit of extra time to rest and feel a bit better I am feeling I am not conveying things properly and not giving the elven beauty the description she deserves but I hope to have at least captured enough to help the imagination carry onwards. </div></div>