RP: Aria (lavellanfadewalk) ((NSFW content further down))

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Skyhold. He was back in- but the sky…

Sometimes Sera had the absolute right of it. Fucking magic shite.

Blackwall sighed, choking up a tad on the bit of chair leg. There was the feeling of Darkspawn or other Wardens in the distance. Supposed to be someday he’d be able to tell the difference. Didn’t do him much good now.

The hold was empty. Not even wind to make the trees move. Like the air just before the storm broke. Unsettling.

He paced along the battlements one foot at a time. No one else around ‘less they were sneakier than him. Not like that was hard. His Warden armour made enough noise to cover a snowfleur’s approach. The next tower was the one the Inquisitor had refitted for the Mages. Couldn’t hurt to have a quick look. Some mageling may have hid in there and could tell him what in the Blighted Void was going on.

The west door opened with only a small creak.

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And now he was thinking about a giant deformed spider-shaped demon trying to cuddle Aria.

His shoulders shook as he laughed too hard for noise. Barely pulled himself back together before the smack of her kiss echoed in his ear. He squeezed her hand and resisted the urge to try to flutter his eyelashes at her gesture. Last thing he needed was for her to think he was having a stroke.

“Thank you for accepting me, such as I am. Now, and all the times before. I don’t have the words to express my gratitude.” He pulled their clasped hand to him. Bowed low in a courtly manner. Pressed his lips to her knuckles as she had to his. Lingered over her hand, and looked up at her with everything he didn’t dare say.

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A fond smile blossomed and lit her face, her free hand coming to caress his cheek. "You inspired me to be the best I could be. I don't even know how many times I thought of running away, before Corypheus threw his archdemon in my face. I was alone, knew nothing about shemlen religion and the idea of becoming a symbol as Herald of Andraste frightened me. Still does, actually. But every time I thought of running away, I remembered the sacrifice made by the Wardens. Five Blights, all of which facing horrors no one should. And I, complaining of few rifts pouring demons, with half of the world by my side. I couldn't do less."

Aria pulled him closer. "This, and my utter wish to touch your beard, of course."

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Sacrifices of the Wardens. Which he hadn’t been. At most he was a shield at her back, a sword at her side. He’d lied, through his teeth, about things he hadn’t even known. A fraud, a fake. He’d stolen Gordon Blackwall’s life. The life of a good and righteous man. Paraded around in it like a costume. As though Thom Rainier could be more than what he was.

And out of his pile of bullshit, she’d grown something great. She’d stood strong, and proud, and pulled the whole of Orlais up by it’s sodding collar and given it a good shake. He was nothing, compared to that. Didn’t mind it one bit.

And then she made him laugh again. Get your head out your arse old man, the lady should have all your attention. “The truth at last. Now I understand why the Maker put me in your path. Beardly inspiration.” And he went at her chin-first, trying to rub it in her face.

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She yelped with surprise, but leaned to the touch, giddy. Her hands rested over his chest plate, the armor again frustrating her touch.

"My darkest secret, revealed."

And out of the playful motion, she captured his lips again in a more demanding kiss, needy even, head tilting and lips parting. Her heart never stopped hammering against her ribs, but his scent, his warm hands and Creators, his voice! She felt warmer, and she knew it had nothing related to the ale.

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His hands ran up her sides slowly, settling around on her shoulder blades. Her staff bumped against his fingers. Her mouth was captivating, the slick slide of it seemed to throw sparks in him. Heat curled in his gut and made his heart beat double-time. He matched her need easily, pressing into her, wanting everything she gave.

Slow down old man, you’re in the fucking tavern. For the Maker’s sake! Aria deserved better than a quick rut against a table. He pulled away to heave in a breath. Collected himself enough to realize that his hands had come to rest just above the curve of her arse. Getting ahead of yourself, thinking like that.

“You undo me, my lady.” He tried to warn her. If she kept giving of herself, he would just take, and take, and take.

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Praise the Creators! His warm hands over her curves, steady, wanting, were sending shivers down her spine. She had a mischievous smile on her face, nuzzling his ear.

"Right now I'm more concerned about undoing your armor."

Aria nearly purred. Nope. Not the tavern. Wooden tables had always the best ways to make you regret not looking for a better place, in her experience. She stood, taking his hand and tugging him back to the main building, If memory served well, there was plenty of nice, vacant rooms in the guest wing.

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Maker’s hairy ballsack. He was blushing, he could feel it. At least she wasn’t looking. He coughed and held on while she practically dragged him out of the Herald’s Rest. He looked up to the top of the keep, where he knew her bedroom was. Well. Getting to go lots of places today he’d never gotten to before.

You dirty old fuck. Blackwall nearly slapped himself for that. As it was, he wasn’t paying attention, and by the time Aria had pulled him to an unknown door he was too distracted by her smirk to care. “Not going to your quarters then, I take it?” He asked as he gave her hand a squeeze. Maker, her hands were gorgeous. Fine, long fingers with calluses from wielding a staff.

And he was blushing again. There was going to be no escape from his dirty thoughts, was there?

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"The other Inquisitor got there first." she shrugged, simply; she had picked one of the largest rooms for dignitaries, one that, if memory served her well, she had complained about the expensive improvements. Ironic. The place was beautiful, though, even if slightly too Orlesian for her taste.

Aria closed the door behind them with a soft click, staring Blackwall in silence for a few seconds, blue eyes darkening with her want. Closing the distance between them, she laid a hand over his cheek, a fond smile curving her lips, fingers caressing his face, memorizing the sensation of his skin under her touch. The grains of his beard, the skin marked by time, emotions and weather. She stood on the tip of her toes to kiss him; slowly, coaxing his mouth to open for her and despite the passion of it there was also reverence, something deeper than pure lust.

The lust was there, oh it was. How one hand found its way through the armor's side, gripping the fabric to pull him closer. The soft, involuntary noises dripping from her lips clashing over his. The fingers scrapping the base of his neck.

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“Would be poor manners then, to use it. Shame. Always was curious.” He shivered under her touch. Felt like magic, stupid as it was to think. Her thighs brushed against his, knees knocked together. Damn. Her lips consumed him, pressing, demanding, taking, conquering. The sound of her gasping burned through his chest, set him on fucking fire.

He leaned away, heaving for air, wrestled his shield off and threw it in the general direction of the bed. Straps came loose, layers of silverite thrown off, gambeson removed and all his armour chucked out of the way so he could get back to her. One arm around her waist, the other in her hair, her fucking glorious hair. He ran his fingers through, slowly, wanting to feel every bit of it, of her. Happened to brush against her ear and she made a noise. A noise that. That...

“Bloody Void, my lady,” He breathed against her cheek. Needed a moment to collect himself.

He’d heard rumors, about elves and their ears. Sensitive. Very sensitive. He pressed a hungry kiss to her jaw and put his ear beside her mouth. He wanted to hear her. Ran his thumb from the lobe slowly, slowly up to the tip, pinched it. Tugged.

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Aria trembled, mouth falling slightly agape with a low, soft moan. His calloused fingers working on her earshell were slowly draining her reasoning, knees almost giving up, arms with a funny, tingling sensation. Desire boiled past her navel, breath catching on her throat at each new gesture of his fingers. The feeling was delicious, enticing. Just like her moans and sighs.

She wanted, needed to feel more of him, desperately, hands fumbling with the hem of his shirt so she could reach his chest, nails lightly scrapping their way up from his sides. But not only skin. She also needed pressure, friction, her hips rolling against his, following the motion of his fingers.

All of sudden, she snapped out of his touch, fumbling with the buttons of her own vest now, desperate to get rid of the clothing layers keeping them apart. She fought briefly with the straps of her trousers and toed her boots off. All that was left, aside from her undergarments, was a simple loose undershirt. She was panting when she stopped to look at him, eyes even darker now.

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The sounds she made went straight to his head. She wobbled and he caught her, held her close. Felt all of her pressed so sweet and tight up against him. Her blunt nails felt sharp against his sides, like lightning, like pure heat. She pushed back, perfect pressure against his hips and his head fell back against the door with a loud thunk and a groan.

And then she was gone.

He reached for her, but she was too busy, pulling frantically at her clothes. She wanted him that much? All that frustration, all that passion, for him? He fell back against the door again, trying to breathe. Watched her shed her layers, watched her make herself vulnerable. Maker, look at her skin. He swallowed so he wouldn’t drool all over the floor.

Her eyes were… Andraste wept, were there words for it? Heat, want, caring, hunger. So fucking hungry. She’d eat him right up. A shudder raced up his spine, his hands trembled a little as he undid the buckles on his boots and toed them off. Only shirt, trou, socks and smalls left, but damned if he didn’t feel naked under her gaze.

“Sit, please.” He motioned to the bed. Stepped in close just to feel the heat coming off her. His face was doing something sappy, he knew, but couldn’t bring himself to care. Too busy leaning in, kissing her softly, backing her up until he felt her meet the edge of the overly-fluffy monstrosity.

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Aria obeyed, stepping back guided by him until her heel found the bed, not breaking their kiss. The softness of the mattress and sheets were weird at first, but not bad. She pulled him closer, kissing his hand.

"Okay, I'm sitting."

As she smiled, she planted a kiss on each of his fingertips. She could see glimpses of his insecurity between a caress and another, under his gentleness, but there was his want too, as great as hers. Aria was trying to figure a way to reassure him, to show that there was him, and only him. And he was the one to ever make her feel like a boiling mass of feelings and sensations, all at once.

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She gave a sweet kiss to the pad of each finger and both his thumbs. And on his last thumb that was… that was her tongue. Sweeping over it, pulling it slightly in toward her lush, wicked mouth. Sweet bloody fuck. He swallowed hard, throat bobbing visibly.

“Forgive me, my lady.” Blackwall rasped as he went to his knees on the floor before her. “I am about to presume quite a bit.”

His hands trailed from her hips down over her thighs. Settled on her knees and spread them slowly. Watched her face for any sign, any hint. Licked his lips without realizing it. “If you want me to stop, you need only say.”

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She grinned at his words, uncapable of holding a chuckle. "By all means." she purred, biting her lower lip "As far as I understand, I said I wanted to give you everything."

Her hands gripped at the sheets with the antecipation.

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His eyes dilated ever so slightly. Pressed a kiss to the inside of her right knee without looking away from where she was worrying at her lip. Smirked with a hint of teeth.

“Then I should get to work.”

His hands held her knees open as his focus went to her leg. He kissed her knee again, mouth open this time. There was a freckle further up her leg and he mouthed at it. Slightly raised. A mole, then? Blackwall glanced up the canvas of her skin, taking in the art of it. Plenty of them. He resolved to kiss as many as she’d let him.

Wet kisses, slowly pressed to a mole, or the skin between them. Higher up her inner thigh, and his beard tickled her a little and she squirmed. So he threaded his arms under her thighs and grabbed her hips from the outside. Held her still as he worked up to the edge of her smalls.

With the tip of his tongue he traced the edge of skin next to where her smalls covered. Revelled in her scent: spice and musk and an edge uniquely Aria that went straight to his cock. He nipped her thigh, soothed it with a kiss, looked up at her from under his eyebrows. Was this alright? Was this what you want?

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Aria sighed and and held her breath at every kiss he planted over her skin, trailing up and inside her thigh. The tease with the tip of his tongue threw her head back, yelp of surprise slowly turning into a ragged moan, dripping with desire.

She could feel her smalls completely damp, wondering if he would notice. Damn Aria, of course he would! She bent to look at him again, one hand reaching for his arm; he had barely touched her and she was almost undone, her pride reduced to nothing but need.

"Please..." was all she could say to encourage him to go on.

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He hummed to let her know he’d heard, and then sat back on his knees. He meant to give her a lazy smile, but the look on her face…

He licked his lips. Turned to her left knee and started over. He was using his tongue more, couldn’t help it. Salt and spice and desire. Fucking delicious. Worked his way up, until he was nearly to her covered cunt. There was a larger mole on the back of her left thigh, and when he gave it its deserved attention it left his mouth just next to where the curve of her ass met her thigh.

He pulled her hips forward, put his mouth on that perfect curve and gently bit down. She jerked, gave the sweetest little mewl and bumped herself against his nose. Wet, so fucking musky and wet and he couldn’t help but moan against her. One of her hands was on his forearm, the other in his hair and she was perfect, fucking perfect.

He rubbed his thumbs over her hipbones, fingers squeezing the little flesh she had there. “You’re skin and bones.” He mumbled as he brushed the bottom edge of her undershirt up with his damp nose. “Don’t tell me they forget to feed you. Need to have words with someone.”

He grabbed the tie of her smalls with his teeth. Pushed one of the ties out of the wrong loop, then undid the knot in one smooth pull. Took a moment to be a little pleased with himself. Then Blackwall took the top edge of her smalls between his teeth and pulled them down. Cheated a little with his fingers. Then he adjusted his grip on her arse and lifted her, pulling the smalls down to her thighs.

He readjusted, free hand pulling her undergarment the rest of the way off her legs. The arm she had a grip on he ran the hand from the small of her back, down the curve of her arse to where it met the plush duvet. Once she stepped out of them, he handed her smalls up to her. “Put them under one of the pillows. Easier to find them later.”

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Aria turned to place her smalls under the pillows, laughing at his comments over her weight, dissipating a little of the boiling tension "I'm afraid I'm skin and bones since I can remember, I don't know how much this can change by now."

But when her eyes met his again, settling back on the bed, she could only swallow hard. She was half-naked, yes, but that wasn't making her feel exposed. Blackwall could see her, truly see her, past the Inquisition and the mark, and being the Herald of Andraste, and her magic. The way his hands handled her, his mouth tasting her, his senses drinking all of her reactions. There, his arms around her legs, his eyes darkened by desire, his careful touch... she was just a woman, and there was a long time since she last felt that way.

She wanted, yes, to feel his mouth playing with her, teasing, licking, sulking, to hear all the noises his tongue would produce against her folds, but she also felt an unexplained desire to smile at him, bending and freeing one of her legs from his grip to kiss him, a glimpse of her own taste already in his mouth. His breath near her wet core send shivers all over her body and she settled again, heart racing, aching. Creators... she really had falling for him.

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He laughed and shook his head at her. He could just picture it: tiny little Lavellan, all twiggy arms and knobby knees. Maker’s sake, his bicep was thicker around than her calf. If he didn’t know her so well he’d’ve worried he was going to break her. But he did know her.

And when she bent to kiss him she pulled his hair just a little. Ended up rumbling a groan of pleasure into her mouth and she drank it down. She pulled back and he settled down on his heels again. His knees were going to scream bloody murder at him for this later, but there was an overly plush Orlesian carpet between them and the floor, and Aria was worth every ache and pain.

Speaking of. Just over her hip there was a small pucker of a scar. Had ripped one of her moles in half, and he kissed it because. Well. Because being broken didn’t make it less worthy of love than any of the others. And then he kissed the scar, because he remembered hauling her back to camp after the dragon had caught her with it’s claws, no potions left and Varric’s cursing fit to make a sailor blush. It had healed up neatly. Nothing left of the terror and blood but a raised bit of skin and memories. Blackwall kissed it again.

His freed hand dragged up her side, thumb counting his way up her ribcage. Brushed the underside of her breast. Traced the curve of it while his mouth kissed a line from her navel down to her mound.

He paused, just to drink her in. She had no hair, which threw him for a moment. Made sense though. No hair grows beneath an elf’s nose. Stupid fucking rhyme, but looked like it was true in Aria’s case. He breathed out hard so she could feel it. And she did. Moaned a high, wanton call. Bucked her hips up so his lips brushed against the apex of her sex. He answered with a guttural groan and traced her outer lips with the tip of his tongue. Down one side, up the other, and pressed a chaste kiss over her hooded clit.

“Tell me what you want, Aria.” He pulled away enough to feel her tug at his hair a little. “I want to hear you.”

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"What I want..." she took some seconds to think of a way to put everything in words... which was slightly harder thanks to his breath tickling and teasing her folds, causing her hips to roll, seeking his lips. She closed her eyes, focusing.

"I want you to taste me whole, to lick, to bite, to make me weak on the knees with your mouth," she reached a finger to brush his lips, biting her own "to let me come on your tongue so hard I won't be able to move my arms." a grin appeared on her lips, the way his eyes were widening at hers was so adorable "Then it will be my turn to undo and tease you, the way you see fit." she licked her lips, tentatively "And I know this will end with you fucking me senseless, until none of it..." she gestured to the room "...will be here or mean anything for a second. I want your weight over me, to hear you whisper my name as I close around you. Everything... that's all I can offer, all I ask for."

Creators, she wanted him so, so badly.
She blushed at the request, but she kept her eyes on his the whole time.

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He was staring. Mouth hanging open. Bit of drool actually fell into his beard. Didn’t care. She was reciting poetry, the most beautiful he’d ever heard.

“You…” Words failed him, but his hands didn’t. His free hand pulled out from her undershirt and settled on the back of her neck. The one on her hip snaked down and two of those fingers started collecting the dewy wetness on her outer lips. “Yes.” He hissed as he leaned up to pull her into a kiss. Sucked on her tongue as his fingers gently pinched her clit.

“If you'll let me.” He dipped his thumb just to her entrance but didn’t push in. “I want to.” Turned his hand over and ran his thumb in loose circles around her clit. “I want you.” One of his fingers pressed against her entrance. “I want you so much.” He pushed in and she enveloped him.

She was gorgeous as he fucked her. Her head thrown back, mouth open, giving him the dirtiest, most perfect sounds. He kissed down her throat as his finger thrust slowly, then back up to her ear so he could suck on it just a little. She writhed against him. Wanted more. So he pulled out and pushed back in with two.

It was rougher, and he didn’t try to thrust. She was wet- sweet Maker, she was wet! But he’d always had thick fingers, and he had no idea how long it’d been for her. So he licked her earlobe and nibbled his way to the tip and back. He knew he was giving needy little grunts with every flex of her flesh around him. His other hand rubbed her breast through her shirt, pinching her nipple as she moaned.

“I would keep you like this for hours, if I could. Drive you mad with it.” He’d found his words, apparently. “You’ve no idea how perfect you look, how desperate to fucking have me.” He flicked her with his thumb, went back to circling. “The noises you make are so sweet, so wanton, I’m half-afraid you’re a dream. You’re stretching so perfectly for me, my lady. Makes me feel wanted.”

He started to thrust his fingers slowly and crooked them up on the downstroke. Drank her in. “You do want this, don’t you? You want to come all over my hand. Let me make it easier for you.” And the hand that had been toying with her breasts one at a time smoothed down her side. He bent his head to her cunt, moved his thumb out of the way and put his mouth to another use.

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For a second, a pit formed on her stomach as he stared at her, speechless. Creators... she hoped she haven't gone too far with her words. Sincere words, yes. Raw too. Maybe too raw. She was thinking of something to say when he managed to push a 'you' out of his mouth, his fingers trailing her wetness and Void, the little reasoning she had collected was abandoning her mind, following the motion of his hands.

She was utter and completely vulnerable, her burning desire damping all other senses. There was only his lips on her earlobe, his breath and grunts filled with want the only thing she could hear aside from the slick, wet noises from her cunt with his ministrations. There was no need to keep her with that pace for long, she was already mad.

Powerless.

And damn, but she wanted even more. She couldn't help but pout, a sad whine leaving her lips when his thumb left her clit, her senses coming back to the surface when his mouth happened. The first slow lap of his tongue over her folds was enough to steal her voice, her breath. Her heart skipped a beat. That was really good. He did it again, her back arched from the bed and a wanton moan left her chest, her fingers gripped the sheets. His beard tickled her inner thighs. Creators.

Aria could feel the strengh slowly leaving her limbs, apparently sucked by his mouth through her clit. His fingers were moving inside her clenching walls, following the same pace. "I'm... I-I'm..." She was on the edge.

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“Let me hear you, love.” He rumbled against her. “Sing for me.”

And he thrust faster, a little harder, rubbing against that sweet spot inside her with every stroke. Wrapped his lips around her clit and flicked with his tongue once, twice, and then suckled. Grabbed her perfect little arse and squeezed. When she screamed her thighs squeezed tight around his head, hips grinding down onto his face. He didn’t stop, laving her with his tongue, trying to get her a second peak.

Her fucking voice! His eyes rolled up in his head and in the darkness it was just her, smell and feel and her perfect fucking voice crying. His. Name.

Fucking Void.

Sweet Andraste, bride of the Maker.

She tasted salty and tangy and sweet, all at once. Juices running down his chin, his wrist, soaking him. He pulled away slowly, watching her shiver with pleasure that he’d given her. Damn. He pressed a wet kiss to her thigh, dry hand rubbing along her side from her waist down to her knee and back again. Blackwall licked his lips as clean as he could, and when he thought she could stand it, eased his fingers free from her still-fluttering grip.

He got a foot under him, and when his knee popped it was with a wet sound and a liquid feeling. His feet had gone numb, and the tingling made him wince. He managed to get up, though his other knee cracked twice and he couldn’t put any weight on it right away.

He leaned over Aria’s prone form, her naked legs hanging off the side of the bed. His dry hand landed in the duvet next to her ribs, and she rolled in that direction a little. She looked dazed. He chuckled, ego thoroughly stroked. She’d be moving again soon enough, so he took the moment to idly kiss some of the moles on her collarbone. There were some on her belly that had been hidden by her undershirt before, and they looked promising, but those precious little keening moans were starting to quiet so they’d have to keep ‘til later.

Fuck. There might actually be a later.

He almost reached for her face with his sticky hand. Realized and stopped himself before he did. Waited until she was looking, then started lapping up his arm and wrist, sucked one of his fingers clean. Fucking delicious. She should know that.

“You are fucking delicious.” And a wicked thought took his breath, so when he put his other sticky finger just above her lips his voice came out in a low rasp. “Would you like a taste?”

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The world went blank when the wave of desire struck, clashed against her, so overwhelming that washed away all possible sensations for the next moments. She wasn't the pious type, even after meeting Flemeth eye to eye and know she had Mythal's power. She believed in the Maker even less. But now she had serious reasons to believe she had found out, first handed (and mouthed too), the true meaning of 'rapture'.

Slowly, she left her blissful state and became aware of him by her side, planting kisses over her belly and collarbone. She tried to reach out for him, arms still slightly numb and clumsy, and she stopped in the middle of her attempt, his question hanging in the air. Aria grinned, propping herself up with both hands over the duvet, unrolling her spine in a cat-like way, finally reaching out for his wet wrist.

"I'd love to."

Her voice purred, lustful, as she slowly licked his finger, eyes locked on his face to register all of his reactions. How his throath bobbed when he swallowed hard. How his eyes dilated, almost no blue left. She closed her lips around his finger, sucking and sighing with satisfaction. With the most straight face she could evoke, Aria narrowed her eyes, tapping her chin in a thoughful way "I guess I need more to make up my mind about it." Her hands craddled his face and she kissed him passionately, legs moving to straddle his, pulling her body closer.

"Yea... I don't know what is better yet." she bit his lower lip "I don't know if it's me or this wicked, wicked mouth. Only time will tell."

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Blackwall hummed, idly rolling his hips against hers, staining the front of his trousers in the best possible way. “Could always take another sampling for myself, if you’d like to make sure-” He tried to get his knees on the bed so he could bend her properly in half, but one slipped on the bloody duvet and the other made a terrible noise and gave way. He had enough leverage with his arm to roll himself to the side rather than crush Aria. Landed safely on his back partly on the bed, but cracked his funny bone on the footboard.

“Bloody buggering fuck!” He hissed, cradling his forearm to his chest. Well done, old man. Smooth as sandpaper.