Meandering marshlands (Anora please)

[Dimitri Wladisyaw]

"I would not call it reluctance my petal, indeed I would enjoy a holiday in the southern lands, and to see how one makes wines and the general processes." he nodded gently to himself and continued, "I rarely make promises for I find despite the best intent they are often hard to keep, but I shall promise to travel to your families land before the year is over." He smiled, "But in my own time little flower, I move when I wish to and act when I am compelled to act."

He let himself be silent for a time after his words letting her speak and conclude arguments with herself, she was almost a sort of funny machine that did not need his interaction, the wheels ground round and complex problems were resolved before him and without his words. His little machine then invited his words again, "A cuckold is one thing I should never wish to be." He giggled and decided to try a small experiment, his hand still held her but loosened slightly and began to lightly dance across her ribs investigating how ticklish this girl was. Of course he expected her to merely turn and stare at him with a sort of pride but perhaps even she could laugh under such an attack, "You experience shall be gained under my guidance alone, little flower." He spoke as his fingers worked their magic about her body.

[Anora Eventide]

Anora smiled close-lipped, hiding words in her mouth as if they were solid things. It was not laughter, but it was not haughtiness, either.

"Such deft touches on my sides, do you seek to play me like an instrument?"
Anora watched Dimitri's tickling fingers with an amused curiosity.
"In time, I would like a private recital with all manner of arpeggios from your hands." Only under the cloak of metaphor and in such seclusion would Anora toy with suggestion, even to her newly intended.
"Or perhaps a melody deep and slow."
Her eyes closed, and her thoughts were passing through rich sweltering colors. Her body shifted in his lap. She was still dwelling in her private visions when her evening cool hands, slipped beneath the fabric of his robe and began to studiously mark the pattern of the scars along his torso. Simultaneously, her cool and sweet mouth sought his again with enough need to influence them backwards on the cot.

When she finally opened her eyes, it was like drawing a polished knife. There was a cold twist in the sapphire rings, while the rest of her promised receptive warmth. The "little flower" was scattering perfume, enticing his touch, but for what ends?
Did her glance flicker with some cunning ghost passing through her eyes, or was it merely Anora being awakened by her own caution? Her hands and mouth paused and sought to retreat, a flower withdrawing to a bud again. She endeavored to stand, if allowed.

"Before I forget myself, let me say that I am glad to hear you are not opposed to a southern holiday. Yet I respect your affairs and admire a man with strong will."
Anora drew a quiet breath before continuing.
"Meet my parents in your time, and when you have, we can marry."

She inclined towards the door to the tent, whether kept seated or allowed to stand, feeling her departure was imminent.

[Dimitri Wladisyaw]

"If I could play your properly the fun would drain from life Morwen." Still he tried, his fingers dancing nimbly and his smile mirroring hers. She suprised him which was pleasant pushing him down, his mouth worked against hers slowly allowing her to lead the kiss and go as far as she wanted. Yet in doing so he hoped he tempted her into his charms.

On his back he watched her stand and placed his careful hands behind his head as he watched her move, his smile was ruefully but he admired her mastry over the art of sexual persuasion. "Mmmm perhaps not so coy Morwen, not so coy, I will meet your parents if it pleases you before too long." He smiled and raised a hand in a confident wave, "till tomorrow my princess, till tomorrow." With that he cast his eyes to the roof of his tent and then to his hound who still gnawed on the bone.

Every dog would eventually have its day.