The Written Tapestry

Laughed in return, turning her back to him and wiggling just a tiny bit. "Mind unlacing me?" She indicated the small laces holding her breast bind in place, hands moving again to her hips as she waited. "No matter, I meant what I said. As for your heat source, that would be me." The grin grew as she glanced out at the lake. "You'd be amazed at how little you notice the cold when your body is pressed against another. I'll...help you wash." Her weight shifted to rest mostly on one leg, showing off the roundness of her backside rather noticeably. "Sight seeing is such fun, isn't it?"

Laughing again, he steps closer, certain she'd be able to feel the heat of HIS body behind her. "I'm not sure these hands were made for such a delicate task..." It's hard to tell if he's being sarcastic or not, as his fingers seem dextrous enough, the lacing swiftly undone. For a moment, however, his fingertips rest lightly against the skin of her back, before grudgingly falling away. "I've seen almost all of Pandaria stretched before me on a clear day at the summit of Neverest in Kun-Lai... and this is still far more beautiful." His tone holds genuine admiration, a smile gracing his lips though she couldn't see it.

She fell still as he moved in behind her, all too aware of the heat radiating from him. "Please. Delicate? You flatter me with words that don't fit." She chuckled once the task once down, seeming not to mind when his fingers lingered a little longer than necessary. Letting the undone binding fall to the ground, she took a step back to try and press herself against him as she reached down to tug at the last bit of undergarb she wore. "It is indeed. The mountains, the city, the lake, and now there's a nude warrior on the banks who is in no way hard to look at. Dare I say it, you've improved the scenery even moreso just by standing in it, Mykali."

As she shifted back against him, he made no attempt to move, instead placing one hand lightly on her hip to steady himself. "Well, I certainly appreciate the compliment, but my eyes are seeing their own vision of beauty standing before me. For a moment, I think I had forgotten about the mountains." He chuckles again, feeling slightly unsteady - his pulse was beginning to race, reminding him of battle, without the rage. "Definitely nothing wrong with being naked, though. Not at all." Grinning, the hand on her hip moves ever so slightly, stroking a short path up and down her bare side.

A pleased noise rumbled in her throat as his hand moved to her bare side. Last bit of cloth around her ankles, her hips rolled against him. "You know there's no need for complimenting me, Mykali." Feeling his heartbeat quicken against her back, she chuckled and turned to face him, still pressed tightly against his form. "You don't need to sweet talk me. My interests lie in battle and bed. Not in pretty words. So..." Reaching up, the smirk returned to her lips as she placed a hand firmly against his chest and gave him a firm shove. "Fight for your hot bath, or bathe cold and with no one to wash your back."

Her rolling hips would begin to tease more than just a small reaction from him, his eyes searching her face for a moment as she spun against him, his muscled body hard against her curves. For the brief moment they were pressed together, his breath caught in his throat, before suddenly finding himself shoved back. His feet shift apart, his knees bending ever so slightly as he raises onto the balls of his feet. "A fight, hmm? And you without your bow... are you sure you want to do this?" He grins, almost mocking her. "As for the pretty words, cut an old warrior some slack. So I wax poetic every now and then - by now, I'm entitled do." His continued talk is attempted distraction as he slowly begins to sidestep, aiming to put her between him and the lake.

Seemed a bit more than pleased with herself, the smirk turning arrogant when he falls into a fighting stance. "Oh, and you without your beloved maces. Think I can't throw a punch, warrior?" Both brows rose in challenge, her feet criss crossing one another to shuffle away from the lake. After all, the shore was lower ground. "No slack for you, Captain. Otherwise, I may find myself with a bouquet of roses or some sort of ring being offered. That would just be unprofessional." Her eyes remained focused in on his own as her legs spread, fists raised.

Seeming just as pleased with himself, he matches her steps to keep them at least parallel to the lake. Neither of them having the advantage was better than her having it. "I don't have the time to -court- a woman, so I think you're safe there... And as for punches? That's not how this is going to be won." He darts in, surprisingly fast for his bulk. Well, not so surprising when the amount of armor this currently naked warrior USUALLY wears. Closing the distance, he would attempt to step right in to her, one leg intending to slide behind hers.

She grinned when he moved right along with her, a small shimmer of what could be assumed as moisture between her legs catching the light for just an instant. As he spoke, she scoffed, about to speak when suddenly he was in her face and her back impacted the ground. The grin turned almost beastlike as she growled and swung her legs to knock his from under him and hopefully bring him right down next to her. "So glad you're not looking for someone to share nuptuals with. Keeps you available for me to release my aggression on."

The intensity of the moment, coupled with the view before him, was effecting him more obviously, his shaft hanging heavy between his legs as she sweeps him down beside her, a slight whoosh of air leaving his lungs as he hits the dirt. Thanks to years of training and experience, however, his continued survival is quickly explained as he spends no time stunned, merely reacting by driving one leg between hers, and rolling up and onto her body, straddling her thigh as his hands move quickly for her wrists. "And you don't seem too terrible of a partner for sparring yet, either..." he grins cheekily down at her, far too assured of himself at the moment.

Let out a howl of triumph when she knocked him from his feet, outwardly laughing when the man rolled onto her and straddled her thigh. She made no attempt to keep her wrists from his hold, using his strength to pull herself up just mere inches from his face. "Likewise, Captain." She turned her wrists slightly in his hands, giving the illusion of struggling when she so obviously wasn't, her lips parted as her heated flesh presses against the leg between her own. "I may just have to spar with you regularly...though more formally, of course. We'd never keep our strength up if all of our sessions were like this."

Shifting above her, he drives her wrists to the ground, keeping her pinned as his thigh grinds up between her legs, pressing more firmly against that bastion of heat in the otherwise slightly chill air. "Ohh, I think I can keep my strength just fine, thank you..." He grins down at her, the thick length of his shaft resting atop her captured thigh. "I do wonder what a real spar would be like..." he muses slightly, staring down at her face, his heart pounding in his chest from the brief exhiliration of combat, even something as simple as that. With her wrists pinned, he pushes himself up slightly, glancing down between them to drink in the length of her body. "But right now, wouldn't trade this for much of anything."

She squirmed in delight beneathe him as he slammed her wrists back to the earth, taking her torso with them. Arching her back, her head rolled from side to side for a moment before she finally stilled enough to look back up at him. Her thighs clenched around his leg, trying to keep him pressed in firmly against her as she grinned. "I'll just have to take your word for it. You seem pretty winded to me, but perhaps you'll prove me wrong yet?" A brow quirked at the challenge she'd just offered up on a silver platter. "I'll have to keep you wondering on the sparring for a little while...maybe make you chase me for it." Her gaze faltered from his face, streaking down toward the length resting against her thigh. A moment of staring brought her tongue to wetting her lips, and she nodded. "I couldn't agree more."

With a sly smirk still tugging at the corners of his lips, he slowly grinds his thigh against her bared sex, very aware of both the heat and moisture. "Funny, I was about to say that you seemed to be the one out of breath..." Gathering her wrists in one large, strong hand, he pins them above her head, half-rising a little to let his now-free hand touch against the side of her neck, caressing downwards toward her shoulder. "As for the chase... I think I might have to demand that." Noticing the direction of her gaze, he can't help but chuckle, his blood pulsing in the thick shaft, warm on her bare skin. "I'm sure the conclusion would be... interesting, at least.

Teeth clamped down tight around her lip when she noted the smirk on his face, her eyes rolled back. "Shut up and keep smirking at me." She groaned once more when her wrists were pinned above her head, her head falling to the side to give his free hand plenty of room to roam wherever it saw fit. As it reached her shoulder, her chest arched further toward him, seemingly begging for the attention of the strong calloused hands of a man such as this. "Demand? You're in...no...position to...mmm..."

One eyebrow raises skyward in curiosity, his eyes dropping to the pronounced curves of her breasts, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. His fingers travel ever downwards, kissing against the upper slopes of her chest, drifting across slowly, but excuciatingly avoiding the soft mounds for the most part. "I think I'm in every position to demand, my dear..." Still, that smirk tugs up one corner of his mouth, his eyes glinting darkly. "Maybe one day we should see how good of a hunter YOU are... But for now, I think I've caught you." Back across her chest, his fingertips dance, barely touching to her skin.

A soft croon brushes passed her lips as his fingers tease and avoid, the heat and wetness between her legs intensifying. His flesh would likely be drenched with her juices by now. "...not....even..." Turning her gaze back to his face, she grits her teeth and sucks in a breath at the expression still remaining. "Oh...one day we will..." Her chest heaves as his fingertips graze her skin, a furious need filled growl tearing free of her throat. "...but I'll hunt that sexy ass of your's with my weapons."

Leaning down, he brushes his lips against her ear, whispering softly "I've been hunting you with mine for a while..." To accent his words, he shifts his hips, letting the warm length of flesh on her thigh rub against her smooth skin, finally rewarding both her and himself as his fingers delve down between her breasts, before cupping one soft mound. Shivering slightly as he kneads and caresses her bared chest, he drops his lips to plant a hot kiss against the side of her neck, before baring his teeth to nip lightly at her skin, following the same path down his questing fingers had just taken.

She stiffened as his lips brushed the tender flesh of that elongated ear, goosebumps popping up along her skin. A shiver coursed through her as finally his hand cups her breast, bringing a long winded sigh from deep within her. Feeling him shiver as he kneads, her own shudder turns to a small quake, her thighs locking around his leg tightly. When his lips followed the trail laid out by his fingertips, her wrists began to struggle fiercely under his hold, her breath coming just a bit quicker as her eyes glazed over in their half-lidded state. "By the light of Elune....just fuck me, Mykali." Following the urgently spoken words, her lips gave a shudder of their own against his leg, her juices beginning to pool in the grass beneathe them.

His grip tightens on her wrists, not willing to give up the control that easily. "Mmm, maybe..." He murmurs against her neck, planting another kiss near her shoulder. Reluctantly, the strong hand caressing her chest lets go for a second, planting it down on the dirt beside her. He shifts himself, lifting his hips up to force his other leg between hers, prying her thighs apart to let him rest between them, the underside of his shaft nestling against the moist lips of her sex. Finally positioned as he wishes, he glances up at her. "Or maybe not..." he says, lowering his mouth to her breasts, letting his tongue flick out to tease against the nipple crowning one peak.