Luneth smiled intimately, conspiratorially even, and the thumb which brushed and tugged at Rose's lower lip now dared to swirl circles upon the insides of both lips. He spiraled in to breach the moistness of her mouth just a bit, eyes drinking in every visual detail. "Nothing but the simplest and yet most sublime way for one soul to drink in another, mixed together inextricably, like two varietals from the vine left long in casks kept cozy under the earth."<br/><br/>His hand ran from the one on his leg up her forearm, then crossed to her hip; he traced the outline of her waist and hip and thigh. A pleased, deep-toned hum rose from his throat. One leg lifted and the shin slid along the insides of her legs, rising high, some strength behind his rubbing of the inner line of her thigh. Luneth bit his lower lip briefly, as if having to restrain himself. His fingers toyed with her throat and the lines of her face and ear, caressing in different places and manners, as if testing and learning what evoked reactions from her body.<br/><br/>"Come to speak of it, I do have drinks down below in the plainest meaning, as if I meant all along to ply ye with wine, and rob ye of just enough better sense than to enjoy yourself with one such as me. Though I very much doubt I'd retain the patience or resistance to your aspect, Rose, to pay bottles and corkscrews and glasses much min, or partake of much at all beyond your exotic and erotic body. Avast though - 'tis little to recline upon down here but a veritable haystack of spare sailcloth; if ye don't escape myself and the Quarter too soon, I just might have to fit a divan or chaise down there."<br/><br/>He gestured across the trimaran and up its slackening sails. "And ye'll forgive yet one thing more, I hope: I'm tacking us now nearly crossways to shore, we're approaching now nae faster than ye could swim. If I let go now we'll just go along pointless and parallel to shore. And my, but how slack I've yet our sails get, we are, quite plainly, at a mere lazy drift. "<br/><br/>He rose from the seat, feet planting upon the hull, taking Rose's hips in each hand as he did so. He stood for a brief moment about one full foot above her, but swiftly craned down, silver hair dangling and brushing across her cheeks. He pulled her in, kneading her hips and even cupping the outer curves of her buttocks in a truly fond squeeze. It was as much to distract her as take enjoyment of her, before he brushed his lips one way across hers, then back again, for a kiss which seemed unquenchable.