For Caranthir

[scionofkushiel]

"Lord." In her low, husky voice, nails still on his shoulders and head upturned to his.

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[elven_irs]

"Shall we?" He grins, rakish and dangerous, not moving an inch away from her.

But there's Lucivar not far, dancing with... a ridiculously small woman, and he wants privacy.

[scionofkushiel]

A smile back, with a little dangerous edge to it. "I think so." She moves, pulling him after her, up the steps.

[elven_irs]

He follows, eagerly, almost running.

[scionofkushiel]

She stops, inside, pushes him back against the door and kisses him again, fiercely.

It's been a while.