Bard

"It was on my mind as when I woke up alone this morning." Taking his belt from his hands, she tossed on the night stand, knowing the strong leather would be needed later. With careful hands, she buttoned his shirt and took that his tunic off. Her hands ran up and down his bare chest, her lips moving across his collarbone. His words were welcomed, as was any that complimented her. Call it her ‘dragon’s ego’ but she loved it. "Hmm, am I?" Easily, one of her hands came down to slip into his trousers. "You say such pretty words to me, my King. I am indeed very lucky." Her mouth left marks behind, moving up towards his neck and jawline so they would be visible. 

Crawling onto the bed, she leaned forward on her knees, grabbing his trousers. 

It had been one way to spend the evening, that much had been obvious the moment they arrived at their chambers. The sight of a descending cloak however had him shut the door in time before closing in. He knew what she wanted, just as he. "I'm under the assumption you planned this." He had a counsel with his advisors to attend, but it had been her hands clasping his trousers that filled him in to how he'd be spending his day, evening, and well into the morning. Unfastening his belt, he was giving her permission to take away what she pleased. "You're so beautiful."

'Our chambers'. She never got tried of the word 'our' coming from his lips. Her toes curled at the feel of his hands on her hips and she gave a low purr. Her fingers easily dipped into his skirts, tracing the hair there as she press her lips harder against his. “Good. Other females shouldn't be near our chambers anyway. I don't understand how you can let other males pass.” While she knew the guards did rounds, she didn't understand why they needed to go past their chambers. With a low growl, she had him pressed against a wall, her lips moving across his throat.

"How else shall I protect you constantly?" Knowing what she meant, the sudden press to the wall alerted him to what she might have particularly had in mind. Did he mind himself? Hardly. But the temptation to coax his cloak off her had been all the more pressing. "Get to our bed. As I've said, I will not have any besides myself seeing you. Every inch." Intimate, a wandering hand had particularly settled flush against her.

A shiver ran down her spin at his confession. One of her hands reached out to grip his outer tunic. Standing on her toes, she nosed his jawline. “Oh, I see. Like how I don’t like when others, even the maids, go into our chambers?” He was just as possessive of her as she was of him. The thought made her giddy. “Which one? I hope the bald one. I don’t like him.”

It had been all the convincing he needed as lips took her own. Feeling her smile, he knew all too well that she was appeased even as calloused hands eased into the cloak. Skimming bare hips, the slight pull brought her closer. "You've given the maids a terrible fright as well. They won't tread anywhere near our chambers." Specifically labeling it such, digits skimmed up sides before raking nails south to the curves of round hips once more.

She picked at Bard’s cloak, brows furrowed as he lead her down the hall. The dragoness had woken up without him and wanted him, so she went and found him. The moment he saw her, he wrapped her in his cloak and hurried her off. “I don’t understand. It’s just skin.”

He'd thankfully caught sight of her before she'd gotten too far. He imagined others had seen her, surely. The thought alone had him more than willing to cover her. The others misunderstanding of the situation came with the comment. Turning on her again, he had gotten close. "Skin that I'd rather not have the entire city seeing. Skin I'd rather be the only one to see." Knowing she'd be tickled by the confession, the corner of his mouth quirked. "I think you gave one of my advising officers a fright from shock."

"My armor was never a distraction or a hobby, it was a cocoon, and now I’m a changed man. You can take away my house, all my tricks and toys, but one thing you can’t take away - I am Iron Man.”

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"You would be correct. Chief is making me take a few days off."

"I hope you know there's a dress code for this bathroom. Towel only. I'm going to have to ask you to take these off."