No future plans to finish.
The fabric was as luxurious as he had claimed. Delicately stitched and a worn feeling to the cloth. Comforting. And.. warm as well. Yllithia slid her hands down her sides, pressing the fabric to her skin, testing it. The cloth emanated a heat, it wasn't her imagination. Such a beautiful gift. It was a shame he hadn't followed her in as she had enticed him to do. Mere minutes before she stood in the doorway as he unbuckled his boots, allowing her previous dress to drop off a shoulder with a grin. He had seen her, lingered on the light purple skin she had exposed, and turned his back. She frowned now thinking on it again, mimicking the sigh she had given as she strode to the foot of the bed, settling on the edge. Ylli ran a hand through her long purple locks, tucking the strands behind a long ear. It wasn't as if he hadn't seen her undressed before. Yet, he always insisted on allowing her a separate room to change in before they laid down on the rare nights she was allowed to be by his side.
"Let me know when you're ready." Mutig's voice called from the landing outside the room, pulling her attention to him again.
Ylli pressed her fuschia lips together, glancing down at the mattress. She thought of undressing again before she called back, just to see if he'd stare... or turn around again. "I'm done." She finally replied, lifting her gaze to the doorway as a finger traced invisible images onto the bed.
The smile once again returned to her face as she watched the lean Elf lazily stroll around the room, sliding onto the bed next to her. His new red pajamas contrasting with his dark blue hair and dusky purple skin. He looked almost as one should look in evening wear, relaxed and uncaring about fashion sense. Unlike Yllithia's gown, which brought out the pink tones of her skin, causing her to, once again, look as if she planned for it to compliment.
"You know..." Ylli began. Her face pinking even more, the tattooed wings on her cheeks darkening. "It's okay."
"What is?" Mutig inquired, kicking his feet onto the bed, deftly spinning towards Ylli without upsetting the blankets. Biting on her lip, she followed suit. Pulling her legs beneath her as she shuffled to sit between Mutig's calves, facing him.
"You don't have to..." She paused. Wording was really so important that she rarely didn't think something thoroughly through the first time. Her eyes ran over Mutig as her thoughts collected themselves. "To give me the space to change." Finally she planted her gaze on his, watching him carefully. He looked back, a faint smile forming.
"Wouldn't you prefer the privacy?"
Ylli looked down, shifting in her seat. Her fingers finding Mutig's leg, tracing down his knee to his thigh. "I'd say if I did." Another pause as a smirk began to cross her lips. "But wouldn't you prefer to... watch?" Mutig didn't allow the question to surprise him despite the feelings that were rising in his chest.
"I might not be satisfied just to watch for long..." He often longed to caress her bare skin, a thought that would cross his mind even in the busy streets of the city. To hold her against him, take in her scent with deep breaths. These were things he kept to himself allowing the touch, the sweet words to hold him over.
Yllithia's face flushed, though she leaned in a bit closer, locking her eyes on Mutig's. "Would that be so bad?"
"Shall we find out?"
It was the invitation she needed to hear. She knew he cared for her, tonight he had announced his love for her. And although she didn't reply in kind, she was on the same page. The nights he invited her to stay at his place, when they were both lucky enough to be in town, were something she looked forward to each passing through Stormwind. Brief conversations as eyes enveloped. Soft touches to evoke comfort. Sweet good nights, and gentle embraces. But progressing to passion from sensual caring wasn't something they oft allowed.
Yllithia swooped in, planting a hand on Mutig's chest for balance. Leaning forward she brushed her nose against his, tilting her head and pressing her lips to him. The stiffness that touch used to summon in him wasn't there. Not with her anymore. He welcomed her kiss, parting his lips allowing their tongues to mingle. A brush of his hand on her shoulder pushed her gown down, his rough hand gently caressing her skin.
"Let me know when you're ready." Mutig's voice called from the landing outside the room, pulling her attention to him again.
Ylli pressed her fuschia lips together, glancing down at the mattress. She thought of undressing again before she called back, just to see if he'd stare... or turn around again. "I'm done." She finally replied, lifting her gaze to the doorway as a finger traced invisible images onto the bed.
The smile once again returned to her face as she watched the lean Elf lazily stroll around the room, sliding onto the bed next to her. His new red pajamas contrasting with his dark blue hair and dusky purple skin. He looked almost as one should look in evening wear, relaxed and uncaring about fashion sense. Unlike Yllithia's gown, which brought out the pink tones of her skin, causing her to, once again, look as if she planned for it to compliment.
"You know..." Ylli began. Her face pinking even more, the tattooed wings on her cheeks darkening. "It's okay."
"What is?" Mutig inquired, kicking his feet onto the bed, deftly spinning towards Ylli without upsetting the blankets. Biting on her lip, she followed suit. Pulling her legs beneath her as she shuffled to sit between Mutig's calves, facing him.
"You don't have to..." She paused. Wording was really so important that she rarely didn't think something thoroughly through the first time. Her eyes ran over Mutig as her thoughts collected themselves. "To give me the space to change." Finally she planted her gaze on his, watching him carefully. He looked back, a faint smile forming.
"Wouldn't you prefer the privacy?"
Ylli looked down, shifting in her seat. Her fingers finding Mutig's leg, tracing down his knee to his thigh. "I'd say if I did." Another pause as a smirk began to cross her lips. "But wouldn't you prefer to... watch?" Mutig didn't allow the question to surprise him despite the feelings that were rising in his chest.
"I might not be satisfied just to watch for long..." He often longed to caress her bare skin, a thought that would cross his mind even in the busy streets of the city. To hold her against him, take in her scent with deep breaths. These were things he kept to himself allowing the touch, the sweet words to hold him over.
Yllithia's face flushed, though she leaned in a bit closer, locking her eyes on Mutig's. "Would that be so bad?"
"Shall we find out?"
It was the invitation she needed to hear. She knew he cared for her, tonight he had announced his love for her. And although she didn't reply in kind, she was on the same page. The nights he invited her to stay at his place, when they were both lucky enough to be in town, were something she looked forward to each passing through Stormwind. Brief conversations as eyes enveloped. Soft touches to evoke comfort. Sweet good nights, and gentle embraces. But progressing to passion from sensual caring wasn't something they oft allowed.
Yllithia swooped in, planting a hand on Mutig's chest for balance. Leaning forward she brushed her nose against his, tilting her head and pressing her lips to him. The stiffness that touch used to summon in him wasn't there. Not with her anymore. He welcomed her kiss, parting his lips allowing their tongues to mingle. A brush of his hand on her shoulder pushed her gown down, his rough hand gently caressing her skin.
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