<div class="floatleft">(http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h289/masta_loki/Thomas__Dresden_Files_by_dauntingfire-1.jpg)</div><strong><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">Cyrus Valerian</span></em><br/>HP 56 (Current HP 56)  AC 16</strong><br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=9084)<br/><br/><sup><strong>Camp</strong></sup><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Cyrus felt a bonfire ignite in his loins in the wake of the kiss, his own desire instantly matching hers.  Instead of breaking the kiss to answer her, he allowed his actions to speak for him.  Leaning forward enough to support his weight without the use of his arms, he moved his hands to hold her close.  One hand to the back of her head, pulling her deeper into the kiss while the other held firmly upon her lower back before sliding down the curve of her ass.  He had already shed most of his attire while in the process of settling in for the night, but the chain shirt and the underlying cloth yet remained along with his woolen pants.  Cyrus wouldn't dare sleep in the wilderness without some sort of armor should they have a rude awakening.  Though at that particular moment, he felt the protective layers to be entirely intrusive upon the flesh on flesh contact that he desired.<br/><br/>After a long moment of savoring the lustful kiss of his partner, the magus broke it so that he could begin removing the more restricting attire upon his torso, well aware that Pantea had been doing the same.  The notion of not being able to feel her firm breasts press against his toned torso while they thoroughly enjoyed one another's company was far more appalling than being slightly more vulnerable in the event of an ambush.  If nothing else, it would just be one more sign to those observers that he was so unconcerned by their presence that he was not only willing to remove his armor, but also take his companion right there in front of them without hesitation.  In fact, Cyrus found the watchful gazes of both their stalkers as well as the occasional glance from their new comrades to be quite exhilarating to the experience.<br/><br/>After a few moments, the chain links rattled as they impacted the ground nearby, partially muffled by the wool shirt tucked inside.  Cyrus sat bare chested, his eyes glistening with physical need as they met Pantea's gaze.  The presence in the back of his mind was dancing gleefully with the turn of events, eager to enjoy the experience just as much as her host.  With his hands no longer occupied by the task of removing his attire, one moved to her leg, wrapping around the back of it until his fingers rested high along her inner thigh.  Cyrus' voice was somewhere between a purr and a moan as he spoke.  "I had been looking forward to the next time you would have me.  It's been far too long."  Leaning his head forward, he placed a gentle kiss on the nape of her neck before giving it a light nibble.  It was a gesture he found somewhat ironic given the nature of his partner, but that only added to the action.