Realistically, the only teammate likely to come looking for them any time soon is Vax, and while he's the one Vex would least enjoy finding her with her legs wrapped around a certain slightly tarnished young nobleman, Vex is also reasonably certain he'd give them more time than this before looking.
The caress of his breath over the shell of her ear makes a convincing argument that they'll be safe for at least a little while.
She wets her lips, hands caressing down his body, then up his back and under his new coat.
"I don't suppose the things you've thought of involve helping me get out of my pants...?"
If she isn't worried, neither is he. Vex'ahlia knows the woods - he's learned that much, over the last few days, that her expertise far surpasses the rest of theirs - and she seems to be content with their hiding spot. And her hands are living up to his idle daydreams, even more distracting now than they were in his mind.
Ideally, they'd be able to disrobe properly, and he'd have the honor of feeling her touch on his bare chest. But the idea of fucking her clothed has its own appeal - more of an appeal than he might have expected, considering the way he feels the thought go straight to his groin. Holding her like this, feeling her even through the barriers of leather and linen, knowing they'll go back to the firelight as though nothing happened...his hips rock into hers for a moment of their own accord, a promise of things to come.
"They do," he admits, giving her a crooked smile, drawing back just enough that he can reach between them in search of the laces of her trousers. "What I've thought of most recently has been seeing how much we can do while taking off the least clothing possible. Possibly, mm -" a kiss to the patch of skin beneath her earlobe, because he simply can't resist - "holding you here and having my way with you."
As soon as her breeches are loose enough - and provided she doesn't slap him for his forwardness, of course - he slips a hand inside, her cunt hot against his palm as his fingers delve between her lips. If they've a limited amount of time to work with tonight, he doesn't intend to waste any of it.
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Date: 2025-07-18 07:59 pm (UTC)The caress of his breath over the shell of her ear makes a convincing argument that they'll be safe for at least a little while.
She wets her lips, hands caressing down his body, then up his back and under his new coat.
"I don't suppose the things you've thought of involve helping me get out of my pants...?"
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Date: 2025-07-18 10:06 pm (UTC)Ideally, they'd be able to disrobe properly, and he'd have the honor of feeling her touch on his bare chest. But the idea of fucking her clothed has its own appeal - more of an appeal than he might have expected, considering the way he feels the thought go straight to his groin. Holding her like this, feeling her even through the barriers of leather and linen, knowing they'll go back to the firelight as though nothing happened...his hips rock into hers for a moment of their own accord, a promise of things to come.
"They do," he admits, giving her a crooked smile, drawing back just enough that he can reach between them in search of the laces of her trousers. "What I've thought of most recently has been seeing how much we can do while taking off the least clothing possible. Possibly, mm -" a kiss to the patch of skin beneath her earlobe, because he simply can't resist - "holding you here and having my way with you."
As soon as her breeches are loose enough - and provided she doesn't slap him for his forwardness, of course - he slips a hand inside, her cunt hot against his palm as his fingers delve between her lips. If they've a limited amount of time to work with tonight, he doesn't intend to waste any of it.