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[longwillows]

reach out?

the smell of fresh water in dry desert air. the feeling of cautious curiosity. a place as dangerous as it is resplendent.

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[longwillows]

[At the distant end of their rapidly reconstituting tether, it's akin to the slight vibration felt from a rumble of thunder, or the aftershock of an earthquake miles away. Distinct, noticeable, but nowhere near catastrophic.

That is not what Kalmiya feels at its epicenter, the catalyst her own pulse pounding like an ancient drum. The protective weave of that promise finds more than just her secrets. Stretching, creeping, those hanging threads are swept up into the whirlwind of feeling in her chest; unrestrained and yet unintended, the soft tangle of them knots around her heart.

The rush leaves her lightheaded, goosebumps rising from the frisson that sweeps her skin as his hand ventures higher and her affection runs deeper. For a flicker the quality of her gaze changes—not only in sentiment but in color, the ever-shifting iridescence lifting and then settling into the uniform clarity of polished silver. Discerning. Not searching, but understanding. The curve of her mouth softens with another faraway rumble.

This tempest will abate before it can touch the core of their still thin tether. Before it can irreparably flood their connection. For now, though, Kalmiya feels every gust of it wash over her as she cups Arthur's face in both hands and urges him closer with her embrace. Overwhelmed by the warmth of his attention, the jest falls out of her words even as she follows the bit to its logical conclusion, her voice velvety and intent.] Then I suppose I should get to work.

Where would you like me to start?

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[ Within the cup of her hands, everything else has fallen away. Arthur's always been someone with impeccable focus and this is no different, his attention sharpened on the crackle of the tether, the heat of her regard, the sheer affection permeating the space between. Tilting his head, he nuzzles against one palm, pressing a kiss to the center of it. He trails upwards, lips tracing over her pulse point and along the line of her wrist. At the same time, his hand slides to the back of her thigh, resting just under the curve of her ass. ]

I think you should start by getting your pants off. [ There were other starting places he could've chosen, of course, but this one seemed the most pertinent. Maneuvering to the bed, after all, would hardly be a trial. And it wasn't wholly necessary, for what he had in mind.

As if to give a preview, he kisses back down her arm, all the way to her fingertips. With his free hand, he gently turns hers, placing a nearly chaste kiss to her knuckles. Which he follows up by taking two digits in his mouth, tracing the pads with his tongue, humming a contented sound. ]

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[A delicate, responsive twitch of her fingers follows as his lips brush the skin of her wrist. She's captivated by the display, intent in a way much softer at the edges than her predatory demeanor at the banquet. It's something closer to wonder, which sparkles in her eyes and sits in the gentle curl at the corner of her mouth. Can he feel the racing thump of her heart as he works his way back down her arm? It seems impossible that he couldn't, with how loud it is in her own ears.

A more characteristically impish quirk comes to her expression once he slips her fingers into his mouth, though her palpable affection doesn't abate even as heat piques low in her abdomen.] Mm. I'll do what I can.

[Which is not to say it's a difficult instruction. The issue becomes much more obvious as her free hand skates up her thigh to catch the long hem of her shirt, pulling it up to reveal that there are, in fact, no pant-like garments to take off. Just some very embellished panties, which she very permissively hooks her thumb beneath. Pushing them down over her hips is a clumsier process with only one hand—but she figures he's still got one free if he wants to help.]

[pointedlook]

[ And help he does, after a surprised lift of his eyebrows when he sees she has forgone any form of pants or shorts and has opted instead for a long shirt over lacy underwear. Hooking his thumb under the waistband, he gives a tug, letting out an interested hum around her fingers as the garment slides to the floor. Both hands settle at the backs of her thighs, giving them a squeeze as he reluctantly pulls his mouth off of her fingers.

Of course, this means he's now free to trail kisses up the insides of her legs. He presses in soft at first, working his way upwards. Right before the juncture of her hip, he sucks a mark onto her skin with a pleased sigh. Naturally, he gives her a matching one on the other side before he finally laves the flat of his tongue across her pussy, his hands slipping up to palm her ass.

After a few teasing licks, he lightly sucks on her clit, unable to help the low groan that works its way out. ]

Here, turn around, I wanna try something. [ If she does, the desk will serve as a support (again) when he parts her shapely cheeks to lean in and slide his tongue over her hole. ]

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[It's a struggle to hold still as he kisses and marks her inner thighs, every nerve more sensitive for the neglect they've undergone since her tethers were snapped. She eases her legs apart just slightly as he works to give him more room, head tilting back with a pleased moan when she feels the drag of his tongue. As usual, her hand quickly finds the top of his head so that she can run her fingers through his hair, now that he's no longer holding the digits captive in his wicked mouth.

Her toes curl, pressing the pads of them into the floor when he reaches her clit and sucks, the action also prompting some shorter, sharper sound of appreciation. Mild and breathless confusion follows when he pulls back to speak, though it quickly becomes an interested arch of the brow and a curious smirk, her big ears already piqued by Arthur's vocalizations.] Yes, sir.

[And turn around she does, settling her hands flat atop the desk to support her shoulders as she leans over the well-tested piece of furniture. When she feels the wet heat of his tongue further back between her legs, it draws a surprised gasp, a startled flinch seizing her hips momentarily as she reflexively tenses up—which lifts her tails too, fur fluffing near her spine and their tapered tips curling upwards.

Then the sudden intake of breath escapes again as delighted laughter. No need to make it any more difficult on him; she steps out of the fallen panties and edges her heels outwards along the floor to widen the open angle of her legs in invitation. She makes an effort to keep the drape of her tails off of him too, but they already tremble with even that level of restraint—or perhaps it's the excitement.]