H&M: The Concubine and the Cabana Boy

[comingwith]

[ooc note: Continued from here.]There were very few men in Rose's life that could make her laugh and make her thrum with desire in the very next breath. Methos was one of the few. Rose had gone from teasing him about peeling grapes and wearing seven veils to a frantic need to touch every inch of skin. Her arms wrapped around his neck when he picked

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[really_oldguy]

Lord knows he could have used a pair of baggy pants right now, his trousers feeling far too tight against him at the moment. He didn't answer her, simply continuing to kiss her his hands tight around her.

He pushed opened the door to her bedroom and quickly set her down on the bed and crawled a top her, hands running underneath her shirt to touch the supple skin. He simply couldn't get enough of her. If not for Rose, he was sure his time in the village would be far less appealing. He leaned down and kissed her bare stomach as he slowly lifted her shirt.

[comingwith]

The muscles in her abdomen jumped at his touch and her back arched upward in pleasure when she felt the warmth of Methos' breath on her skin. "God." It came out in a ragged breath. Her fingers tangled in his hair once more and her eyelids fluttered shut.

[really_oldguy]

"Mmm... you're welcome to call me that if you like." he chuckled, breathily, then continued to kiss from her belly button to her chest as he lifted up her shirt and then lifted it over her head.

[comingwith]

And just like that, he had her laughing again. "Smart ass." Rose raised her arms over her head to help him divest her of her top. Once that was taken care of, she arched her torso up just enough to undo the clasp of her bra. It didn't take long for her bra to join her top in a heap on the floor beside her bed.

There was a hiss of pleasure when skin met skin and she tangled her legs with his in the need for friction.