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[_thuringwethil]

*contrary to Sauron's proclamation that there was no need for bathing suits, is basking in a bikini by a lava pool*

*reclines in the warmth, wearing a pair of sunglasses and sipping a bloody mary*

Comments

[catprince]

*pads in and looks at your drink*

Nice. Where'd you get that?

[catprince]

*wriggles said arse, smirking*

*hooks a claw under a bra strap* Amazing. The wonders of modern undergarments.

[_thuringwethil]

*jiggles a little*

Technology. Ain't it sweet. :p

[catprince]

*leans in for a closer look*

You won't find me complaining =^.~=

[_thuringwethil]

Tsk, tsk. What will Suro think, ogling his poor helpless herald while she basks by the lava?

[catprince]

He'd probably join in the fun =^.~=

Besides. Looking doesn't hurt anyone. Now, touching...

*cups one of your breasts*

[_thuringwethil]

*gasps slightly and closes her eyes*

I think we can write this off as a massage...

[catprince]

*frees a nipple, then leans in and licks it* This, too? =^.~=

*is utterly unaware of the fact they're within Lisse's line of sight*

[meldamelisse]

*blinks*

0_o

*feels...odd*

*decides to go... somewhere... ELSE*

[catprince]

*continues, unaware, examining the bikini in depth*

*mentally enquires whether Sauron wants to join in*

[_thuringwethil]

*squirms slightly, eyes still closed*

[catprince]

*leans over to kiss you*

*frowns as the deck chair creaks in protest*

Bloody thing.

[_thuringwethil]

Shut it.

*grabs you by the collar of your shirt and kisses back, ignoring any further deck-chair creaking*

[catprince]

*is rather relieved to be on top when the chair collapses*

*continues kissing enthusiastically*

[_thuringwethil]

*bites down on your lip and rakes her nails down your back*

[catprince]

Impatient, aren't you =^.~=

What if I want to savour the experience?