Magister

    Maevaris is doing her best to not let the warrior’s words incite her, just tracing fingers along the musculature of her abdomen, up to her sides and just ghosting over her breasts as she rests her hands square on her shoulders, meeting her big blue eyes with Meredith’s, staring intently for a few silent moments.

   “I'd instruct you to be quiet.”

A brief chortle follows Meredith’s comment, though it doesn’t stop her from following through with such an order. It isn’t usual, and Meredith entertains the idea of Maevaris taking a small lead - at least, just for this.

Robes and dresses come away easily enough, although Meredith allows herself time to tease - gentle calloused hands caress over Maevaris’ sides, her hips, and along the small of her back, taking care to find each pin of her dress, and slowly, but surely, the material starts to fall first from the younger woman’s shoulders. Kisses are given across each clavicle, with the last followed by a slight scrape of her teeth against Mae’s skin before moving along with her dress, past her chest and stomach enough to let the material simply fall to the floor.

While Meredith doesn’t fall to her knees (too sore to simply drop now before even getting into bed), she reaches enough to kiss and bite along Maevaris’ sides, stopping at her hip to leave a mark, peering upwards when she inevitably gasps from the sharp sensation.

“Step out of this.”

Giving the order in return, she’s simply left Maevaris in small clothes - for now - taking the moment to appreciate her as she is, creating space if only to admire. However, one hand lingers, tracing from her collar over her torso and down to between her thighs, palming her just enough to tease.

“I ought to leave you as is, Maevaris…” Meredith wets her lips - too often her mind wanders astray, already knowing what lies beneath the last of her clothes. “Unless of course, you tell me otherwise, hm?” 

    Maevaris steps forward as the silk falls from her shoulders, inhaling sharply through her teeth as her hand fondles her sex. A pause, blinking open her icy blue eyes and glancing Meredith up and down as she settles back down, seeming so proud of herself. But Mae was in a particular mood this evening, the templar’s teasing wouldn’t do. Pushy? Her only response is just a gentle shove back, pushing the warrior down and climbing up to the bed, straddling Meredith’s hips and pinning her down with her own. It’s mostly a gesture, and she’s hoping that she’ll take the templar by surprise, otherwise she could easily overpower her. Still...

    “Well...with how biting your commentary has been, I might have you remove them with your teeth.”

    She smirks, hands working down Meredith’s front, fingers working under her tunic to lift, pushing it up slowly, letting the backs of her short nails scrape along her abdomen, biting her lower lip as glances to meet her partner’s gaze. To see what sort of effect she was having on her. She leans forward, pressing full lips to Meredith’s neck as she starts to rotate her hips and grind against her, breaths ragged already.