Something [MM5]

[Daunt]

He let her finger go. "Nice. Do you have more for me to taste?" His tone teased unobtrusively.

[Sacha Ordo]

There was a moment of silence as Sacha seems to consider, then her weight shifted. He felt warmth over him and the brush of padded armor against the skin of his chest. Soon, he tasted the same flavor again, but held in something softer than her callused fingers.

[Daunt]

He slit the chunk of meat in half and pushed it down into his mouth while focusing on claiming the rims of its soft vessel, sweeping the spicy sauce of them in slow, but decisive moves of his own lips.

[Sacha Ordo]

She pulled back just enough to let him chew and swallow before descending to contact his lips again, this time without the excuse of food.

[Daunt]

Once she did so, he didn't seek excuse to pull on her so that her weight would land on him, armoured or not, all the while giving full attention to the kiss, adding spice to it through sensual expression rather than capsaicin. A slow, ascending burn with a pinch of aggression.

[Sacha Ordo]

She didn't pull away. Quite the opposite, she threw herself into the kiss. The passion and aggression he poured into it exciting. She came back with her own in turn, tasting his lips and eventually his mouth.

She pulled back a little to catch her breath and focus a little, just enough to make sure his eyes would remain covered.

[Daunt]

They were. But what she saw was a small grin. "I think I am in no position to take any of those sharp angles off you but if you feel they impede something, now's the time."

[Sacha Ordo]

"I'll get that sorted right out," she replied with a grin.

/Ftb