#rough touch

Halrë didn't get annoyed easily. In fact, it was so rare that folk were often taken completely off guard when it actually happened. There was just one person though who knew exactly how to get his temper kickstarted and that was Prince Thranduil. "Excuse me, Fin." He muttered to Glorfindel and went to find the other elf. They had been dancing around a certain subject for years now and finally his slow to build temper had snapped.

The tall blacksmith didn't take long to find him and the narrowing of silver eyes had his 'partner' making a quick exit. "If you had wanted my attention Thranduil, you only had to ask." His words was icy as he gripped his hips and pulled the Prince close.

Rough Touch || Accepting || @empirescxrned

(had to spin the wheel a second time; first time would’ve had Ana beating the shit out of Cairis.  O.o )

23: Your muse roughly kisses mine.

Cairis grunted at the impact of Ana’s mouth against hers.  An inelegant sound, but she had more important things to focus on: such as suddenly being engaged in a face battle.

Which she was currently losing.

Cairis tried to gentle the kiss, but Anaiya was having none of that nonsense.  She caught hold of Cairis’ wrists and pinned them against the wall she’d crowded the slightly taller woman up against.

She nipped Cairis’ lower lip sharply, eliciting a gasp, and then shifted to meet Cairis’ gaze as she growled: “Stay.”

Feeling hot and breathless and more than a little frantic, Cairis nodded.

“Good girl,” Ana purred, and then surged into another kiss.

Cairis whimpered as her mouth was ravished.  Ana’s tongue was lithe and limber; taunting and teasing her into straining for more.  Her lips were soft; pressed and caressed until Cairis didn’t know which way was up.  Her teeth scraped and scratched, tickling, and only made Cairis want more.

By the time Ana pulled away, Cairis was a quivering mass of arousal and need; her body tight and trembling.