She steps forward to follow the sure grip her has on her wrist, and his attention is momentarily diverted by the way the slight raising of her chin shows off the way the light of nearby spherelamps gleams against her throat, diamond light tinted ever-so-slightly with sapphire turning her pale skin into a vision of moonlight. He bites the inside of his lower lip; his lips tingle with the memory of being pressed against her pulse-point and the desire to do so now.
Instead, he grins, broad enough to keep that particular lust at bay until they are beyond the sight of anyone prying. âCareful with that thought! Hauling me off over your shoulder⌠hah, those that arenât already scandalized by this display Iâd have to hold back from throwing themselves at your feet - or into your arms, as it were.â The cheeky glint in his eye does nothing to dampen the heavy-lidded heat that smoulders there as well â from the sound of what sheâs saying, and from the echoes of pressure where her fingers were just pressing into his back through his coat, Luna is in a mood where picking one another off the floor might be the least of the rough handling tonight.
The fit of his trousers grows more uncomfortable at that thought, and oh, it is a good thing theyâre already on their way back to their rooms, because what little chance he had before of hiding his desire is all but gone now. The pad of his thumb brushes back and forth over her wrist, firm strokes that press into the flesh, and he lets up enough that his hand slips down to slot over hers, relishing in the feel of her fingers instinctually curling around his.
âYour dress is safe for now, though not for any thought of making excuses to get it fixed.â Theyâve both accidentally torn clothing before, forgetting strength in their haste to see the clothes off of one another, so it is not as empty a jibe as some might think it. Lips parting, he looks Luna up and down as if considering it anyway, gaze lingering on the long, sensuous glimpse of her leg through the slit in her dress before lifting back up to meet her eyes.
âI promise that youâll be the only thing I ruin tonight.â
âž - â - â˝ The coolness of the air does little to calm the heat growing beneath her skin, cools her face just enough to keep her from flushing too deeply as they walk, keeps her gaze focused on her steps and not on the ever prominent bulge growing in the front of Adolinâs uniform trousers. She sees it, her gaze brief before darting back up to his face, and she wonders what it is heâs thinking about, what heâs craving, what she can do to tantalize him further. (She knows anything she does will push those boundaries.)
A laugh escapes her, husky in her throat and doing little to hide her desire. âYou have told me before that many would throw themselves at my feet for my prowess, and yet Iâve seen no other, save yourself, do any such thing.â Her smile curls into something mischievous, her eyes glinting, and in truth, there is no other she wants but him. They both know it.
His fingers leave her skin tingling in their wake as he slips his hand into hers, fingers twining together, and her mind shifts to the feel of those hands slipping through her hand as his mouth presses against her pulse in her neck, her navel, her thighs. They are mere steps from their room, yet they still feel too far, and her fingers tighten around his as she moves a touch quicker, pushing their door open, pulling him in alongside her, and locking it behind her. Guards approach down the hallway from their station at the end of the hall to take up watch outside their door, and she is grateful for how thick the doors are, even if she is also sure that it doesnât entirely muffle the roomâs occupants.
They both have mere moments after the click of the lock before Luna places her hands against Adolinâs chest, standing on her toes to catch him in a kiss, fierce with pent up longing from even just the last few minutes of him teasing her so in the hallway. She pushes him slow steps into the room, feels the hunger in how he kisses her back, in how his hands begin to grip her, but she pulls back, steps away from him, breathless and wanting, but forcing herself into control. She takes three steps away, chest rising and falling with slightly labored breaths, and storms she wants him, wants to pop those buttons off, tear at the seams, and strip him before her.
Through lips parted from their kiss, face flushed and eyes heavy, she holds one hand out to him. âTry not to tear it while taking it off,â she says quietly, her gaze holding his as she speaks.