[ For the moment, there is no rush, at least while the comfort of their troops' abilities to handle everything on their own remains. As it stands now, they have the time they have so patiently waited for, and Cullen is keen on taking in every single moment this opportunity provides. Neria's touch, even through thick fabric, sparks a heat that comes in waves and leaves a desperate chill. ]
[ Cullen can't possibly get enough of this, tasting every angle of her neck he can reach, lingering at the chord connecting to her shoulder. He feels her hands roam, reach for whatever they can to unlatch the fur mantle on his shoulders first. A breeze follows it falling to the floor, and it comes to his attention what difficulty she is facing well before her remark. Their intentions match, it seems, and it is then that the frantic intensity starts to boil in his belly with a threat to overflow. ]
Hah--
[ Cullen chuckles, but it catches in his throat while his lips linger against her neck. Quickly, he reaches up to assist her, unlatching each piece of armor he can reach while still pressed against her. Each piece on his arms come first, and they fall with a loud clack. ]
Truly, this is the only time armor has inconvenienced me.
[ He practically lives in it, after all. Many have made a remark as to questioning whether or not it truly comes off. For once, he feels trapped in it, desperate to remove himself from it so he might assist Neria in the removal of her own. His kisses continue, launching an assault on the curve of her jaw and ear. Once more, the table creaks and he hears it, urging him to find more space and he starts to move the two of them elsewhere. Preferably towards his cot. But walking in a straight line while in the midst of removing intricate armor steals too much concentration, which sparks a greater desperation to get it off. ]
[ She could have him like this, firm against her, his lips on her throat all day, she realizes. It would drive her absolutely out of her mind, though, to let him touch her while being unable to reciprocate so wholeheartedly, and she is glad that he stops for a moment if only so she can catch her breath. Neria chuckles with him, reaching up to help him even as he continues to find pockets of sensitive skin to explore on her neck, the curve of her collar, up to her jaw and near her ear. She shivers at the first feeling of warm breath near the latter, fingers stilling on his armor as she helps him discard it. ]
I like your armor.
[ It's a very odd thing to say in the moment, truly, but she does like it. With his Templar armor left behind, he strikes an attractive figure in leathers, and she fur mantle reminds her of home. Still, she helps him, fingers attentive to the bits of skin she begins to find as his clothes come away. ]
I think, though, that I will like it better off of you.
[ It's said breathlessly even as he coaxes her to move, and Neria steps backwards towards his cot, taking him with her. Her belt comes off as quickly as she can manage, as well as the beginning buckles of the leather she wears. One hand remains on Cullen, to steer and steady him, to touch him as he has touched her, delicate fingers finding and learning the lines of muscle, toned from years of training. She caresses his shoulders, his collar, and down further to his chest, even as she works on her own clothes with a single hand.
At least she is not the only one so desperate to be rid of what keeps them confined. ]
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[ Cullen can't possibly get enough of this, tasting every angle of her neck he can reach, lingering at the chord connecting to her shoulder. He feels her hands roam, reach for whatever they can to unlatch the fur mantle on his shoulders first. A breeze follows it falling to the floor, and it comes to his attention what difficulty she is facing well before her remark. Their intentions match, it seems, and it is then that the frantic intensity starts to boil in his belly with a threat to overflow. ]
Hah--
[ Cullen chuckles, but it catches in his throat while his lips linger against her neck. Quickly, he reaches up to assist her, unlatching each piece of armor he can reach while still pressed against her. Each piece on his arms come first, and they fall with a loud clack. ]
Truly, this is the only time armor has inconvenienced me.
[ He practically lives in it, after all. Many have made a remark as to questioning whether or not it truly comes off. For once, he feels trapped in it, desperate to remove himself from it so he might assist Neria in the removal of her own. His kisses continue, launching an assault on the curve of her jaw and ear. Once more, the table creaks and he hears it, urging him to find more space and he starts to move the two of them elsewhere. Preferably towards his cot. But walking in a straight line while in the midst of removing intricate armor steals too much concentration, which sparks a greater desperation to get it off. ]
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I like your armor.
[ It's a very odd thing to say in the moment, truly, but she does like it. With his Templar armor left behind, he strikes an attractive figure in leathers, and she fur mantle reminds her of home. Still, she helps him, fingers attentive to the bits of skin she begins to find as his clothes come away. ]
I think, though, that I will like it better off of you.
[ It's said breathlessly even as he coaxes her to move, and Neria steps backwards towards his cot, taking him with her. Her belt comes off as quickly as she can manage, as well as the beginning buckles of the leather she wears. One hand remains on Cullen, to steer and steady him, to touch him as he has touched her, delicate fingers finding and learning the lines of muscle, toned from years of training. She caresses his shoulders, his collar, and down further to his chest, even as she works on her own clothes with a single hand.
At least she is not the only one so desperate to be rid of what keeps them confined. ]