Honey Drunk (March 3010) {Adelais}
Mar 26, 2018 10:29:11 GMT -5
Post by Swithin on Mar 26, 2018 10:29:11 GMT -5
Adelais had been taken by the idea of 'cuddling', and it had given Swithin some moments to think upon his plan without losing her to the ground. Her head was against his shoulder, though she was hardly still as he had asked.
She first rested her cheek against him, and moments later seemed to nuzzle nearer, curling against him as well as one could do while they stood. He could feel her breath upon his neck, and then her head was tucked beneath his chin. After that she was a bright face with blue eyes seeking his, and then she was pressed tightly against him again, her arms encircling.
Swithin gripped her tight in arm, letting the other smooth over hair.
“It won’t be for looooong… The best is lip cuddles.”
He froze for a moment, having had no time to process or react to what Adelais had thrown herself into. Her hands were wrapped around the back of his neck and he closed his eyes while his body slowly uncoiled and he relaxed, arms gripping her. This time, Swithin felt as if he was losing his balance right along with her, Adelais' lips frosted in honey. He laughed into her mouth.
“Your lip cuddles are scratchy… We’re not lost, right, Ginger? You can find our way to my grandmother’s house?”
“Oh...” he paused, the sound hanging in the cool air, his face tilted down and his breaths already beginning to quicken again for her nearness. He had been about to draw her into another kiss. “We're not lost,” he assured. “We're found.”
Swithin was rather distracted now from the mission to get Adelais home. Home could come in a few minutes, he was sure, and now that she had started something, he wished to continue. He leaned to press his lips to her cheek. “Too scratchy for you?” he muttered against her. For an instant he considered why of all things to do Bjarr would shave his beard. Not that he wished to think of kissing Wynfled, but… well if it were his only way to gain such attention. Swithin was certain he could do the same thing if he needed to. He could shave his beard. He could be called 'Ginger'. He could buy as many carrots as needed.
“I've heard some ladies like the feel of it on their skin,” he added with a laugh, thinking of the Captain's earlier comment about Runa. Not that he wished tot hink of kissing Runa... “What about you, Laisa? What do you like? What do you want?” he asked, as he slid one hand up her neck to cup her cheek in hand. She was drunk, and he hesitated, though her lips were right there for the taking. Swithin did not wish to seem as if he were taking advantage of her, though he could feel Adelais' longing for closeness in the way she was pressing near. “I'll be sure to give you whatever it is you want. Just tell me,” he muttered, pulling back to search her eyes.
She first rested her cheek against him, and moments later seemed to nuzzle nearer, curling against him as well as one could do while they stood. He could feel her breath upon his neck, and then her head was tucked beneath his chin. After that she was a bright face with blue eyes seeking his, and then she was pressed tightly against him again, her arms encircling.
Swithin gripped her tight in arm, letting the other smooth over hair.
“It won’t be for looooong… The best is lip cuddles.”
He froze for a moment, having had no time to process or react to what Adelais had thrown herself into. Her hands were wrapped around the back of his neck and he closed his eyes while his body slowly uncoiled and he relaxed, arms gripping her. This time, Swithin felt as if he was losing his balance right along with her, Adelais' lips frosted in honey. He laughed into her mouth.
“Your lip cuddles are scratchy… We’re not lost, right, Ginger? You can find our way to my grandmother’s house?”
“Oh...” he paused, the sound hanging in the cool air, his face tilted down and his breaths already beginning to quicken again for her nearness. He had been about to draw her into another kiss. “We're not lost,” he assured. “We're found.”
Swithin was rather distracted now from the mission to get Adelais home. Home could come in a few minutes, he was sure, and now that she had started something, he wished to continue. He leaned to press his lips to her cheek. “Too scratchy for you?” he muttered against her. For an instant he considered why of all things to do Bjarr would shave his beard. Not that he wished to think of kissing Wynfled, but… well if it were his only way to gain such attention. Swithin was certain he could do the same thing if he needed to. He could shave his beard. He could be called 'Ginger'. He could buy as many carrots as needed.
“I've heard some ladies like the feel of it on their skin,” he added with a laugh, thinking of the Captain's earlier comment about Runa. Not that he wished tot hink of kissing Runa... “What about you, Laisa? What do you like? What do you want?” he asked, as he slid one hand up her neck to cup her cheek in hand. She was drunk, and he hesitated, though her lips were right there for the taking. Swithin did not wish to seem as if he were taking advantage of her, though he could feel Adelais' longing for closeness in the way she was pressing near. “I'll be sure to give you whatever it is you want. Just tell me,” he muttered, pulling back to search her eyes.