< 04Molly > **they go into the hallway, and molly quietly shuts the door behind them. In the hallway, Reinhardt waits* < 04Molly > Would you please have tea brought up to us? < 04Molly > *he nods, and goes off* < 08@Morgan > I wonder where he'll take it * Molly leads the way up towards Morgan's room < 04Molly > He'll take it where we had previously discussed it being taken, I should imagine. * Molly smles cheekily < 04Molly > I'm sure he'll keep quiet * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I expect so * Molly swishes up the staircase, the deep green fabric against the pale gold carpet. < 04Molly > And it isn't as if I'd asked him to serve it to your bed! < 08@Morgan > I wonder what his reaction would've been to that request * Molly looks over her bare shoulder at him < 04Molly > Shock and outrage? < 08@Morgan > could be, could be < 04Molly > I would not have put him in such a position of having to keep such a secret from your parents and mine < 08@Morgan > I don't doubt that * Molly smiles, reaching the top < 04Molly > I doubt Inga or HeinzHarold would be particularly likely to tell either < 08@Morgan > definitely not * Molly grins < 04Molly > I doubt there'd be much moral high ground there. < 08@Morgan > aside from that, HeinzHarold wont say anything about it * Molly nods < 04Molly > He is a good man * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > yes he is * Molly gets to his door, pausing < 04Molly > If you'd prefer to go elsewhere... < 08@Morgan > no, here's fine * Molly nods < 04Molly > As you wish * Molly opens the door < 04Molly > **the room is softly lit, and Molly goes on in, waitng for him before shutting the door. * @Morgan goes in, looking around the room < 04Molly > Will tea be fine, or have you anythng else I could get you? < 08@Morgan > tea is fine * Molly nods, taking a seat on the couch. She watches him * @Morgan sits beside her * Molly holds out her hand to his, looking lovely in the soft light. Her hair burns like flames against the fabric of the modified dress, curling down as far as the bow that somehow holds the whole dress together < 04Molly > Do you thnk Inga and HenzHarold will be alright alone together? * @Morgan takes her hand < 08@Morgan > I think so... * Molly squeezes it < 04Molly > I think they make a lovely couple, but do not dare to broach the subject with her < 08@Morgan > no? < 04Molly > There is little worse than someone meddling in a relationship when they shouldn't, or when its still tentative and new * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I can understand that < 04Molly > Whatever may be between them, it s not for us to risk destroying that < 08@Morgan > that sounds awfully like an order * Molly shakes her head < 04Molly > I would never tell you that you must or must not do anything. But when I think of the potential outcomes of Siobahn's interference, and my own reaction to such, I would not advise it < 08@Morgan > I've told him not to do anything that would make me ashamed of him * Molly smiles, raising an eyebrow < 04Molly > Such as? * @Morgan shrugs * Molly giggles < 04Molly > All manner of things that we have done together, I should imagine! < 08@Morgan > most likely * Molly gets up to answer the knock at the door, returning with the tea. She pours two cups, handing him one, whilst sitting beside him once more < 04Molly > How did you feel the meeting went? < 08@Morgan > efficient chap * Molly nods < 04Molly > He seemed very nice < 08@Morgan > he knows his job * Molly nods < 04Molly > It's all very complex < 08@Morgan > indeed. I'm not entirely sure what direction would be best < 04Molly > No? < 08@Morgan > she's acted badly, but she's still my cousin * Molly nods < 04Molly > Yes, I would want to do this with as little pain as possible * Molly sips her tea < 08@Morgan > indeed * Molly smiles softly at him < 04Molly > Ideally, Alarice would sign over her control... * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > that is the ideal, yes * Molly frowns < 04Molly > Not likely? < 08@Morgan > its hard to say... she used to be headstrong but... reasonable at least < 04Molly > And now? < 08@Morgan > I just dont know * Molly nods < 04Molly > I cannot see it. I think she would be too proud to let him go * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > But will she stay away a full year? < 08@Morgan > that I couldn't say < 04Molly > That may also not be an option. * Molly sips her tea, leaning against him slightly < 08@Morgan > I think our options are thus... we approach her to get her to agree, if that fails... option three. * Molly nods < 04Molly > Then we must hope your father returns with news of her location < 08@Morgan > indeed * Molly smiles softly < 04Molly > Are we doing the right thing for him? * @Morgan looks at her seriously < 08@Morgan > I have absolutely no doubt * Molly smiles broadly, reassured < 04Molly > And is it right for us, will it not upset our marriage? < 08@Morgan > I dont think so * Molly nods < 04Molly > I'm glad. Is it difficult for you to take on the care of him? < 08@Morgan > yes. * Molly watches him, a slight solemnity in her eyes < 08@Morgan > ask me if it makes any difference < 04Molly > Does it make any difference? < 08@Morgan > none < 04Molly > I cannot, and will not claim to understand exactly how you feel, but I will give you whatever comfort or aid you wish for * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I know * Molly smiles softly < 04Molly > Good. I seem to have made such an offer many, many times < 08@Morgan > indeed you have blossom * Molly puts her hand on top of his < 04Molly > Though I do recall your calling upon the lengths I would go to to fulfil that promise once * @Morgan chuckles * Molly grins < 04Molly > Perhaps if nothing else, _that_ should have triggered your realisation of my feelings? < 08@Morgan > perhaps... I am known for my inobservance though * Molly giggles < 04Molly > I'd thought it was a little too blatant, but I did not wish to lie < 08@Morgan > it was very brave * Molly shakes her head < 04Molly > I don't think so * Molly sips her tea again < 04Molly > That I'd ever made such an offer would shame most men * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I'm not most men < 04Molly > Thank goodness! I'd never have offered so much to someone worth less < 08@Morgan > I think you overestimate my worth * Molly smiles < 04Molly > No, as it is I who rates your worth, I cannot be wrong < 08@Morgan > I'll come up with an argument against that at some point * Molly laughs < 04Molly > Given that you have argued it in defence of your own flattery so oft, I seriously doubt it! < 08@Morgan > I'll ask HeinzHarold, I'm sure he'll find a reason you're wrong * Molly shrugs, nudging him playfully < 04Molly > Aye, but then I shall know how to rebuff you next time you attempt to use it upon me < 08@Morgan > true... < 04Molly > Maybe you'd be better to concede, so that you might keep using it * Molly grins < 08@Morgan > perhaps... I'm not good at conceding < 04Molly > no, I had noticed... * Molly looks thoughtful < 08@Morgan > but when you're right as often as I am... you dont get a lot of practice * Molly smiles indulgently < 04Molly > of course * Molly turns slightly in her seat, watching hm over the rim of her cup < 04Molly > When we were on the Rose in Carleon, we discussed how a woman could bear children to a Lord as his mistress... * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > And you asked me what I would do if the right person asked sooner than expected... * @Morgan nods * Molly pauses slightly < 04Molly > Did you mean yourself? * @Morgan sips his tea < 08@Morgan > what do you think? * Molly blushes, looking away < 04Molly > I-... I'm not sure < 08@Morgan > Yes, I meant myself * Molly nods slowly < 04Molly > I see < 08@Morgan > sure? < 04Molly > I'm suprised < 08@Morgan > whyso? < 04Molly > Firstly that you were considering it * Molly sips her tea < 08@Morgan > The situation was being slowly worked in my head * Molly smiles < 04Molly > Not at my pushing, I hope * @Morgan shakes his head < 08@Morgan > no < 04Molly > I suppose I had not considered... I liked the idea of both freedom and intimacy. But for it to be you was unthinkable * @Morgan looks vaguely offended * Molly looks apologetic < 04Molly > I do not intend that to sound offensive < 08@Morgan > I've no doubt blossom * Molly rests her hand on his sleeve, voicing dropping slightly < 04Molly > It was not because I did not want you in such a manner... < 08@Morgan > thats fairly well established now blossom * @Morgan chuckles * Molly blushes slightly < 04Molly > But back then, I did not forsee we could have much more than friendship. When you spoke of my taking a Lord, I thought you were simply advising me * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I'm very good at being vague, I know < 04Molly > Were you not troubled that I might see your meaning? * Molly watches him intently < 08@Morgan > very... and at the same time I was hopeful you would * Molly looks confused < 04Molly > why? < 08@Morgan > it would have saved me a great deal of worry to have been rebuffed without asking < 04Molly > Wht grounds could  have rebuffed you on? You easily have the status to carry on such a liaison without scandal < 08@Morgan > I know that... the scandal wasn't what concerned me * Molly rubs his arm slightly where her palm rests against it < 04Molly > what was your concern? < 08@Morgan > that you would not desire to have such a... liaison, as you put it, with me < 04Molly > why wouldnt I? < 08@Morgan > personal tastes * Molly stifles a giggle < 04Molly > Surely our shared kisses in Carleon would have alerted you to the fact I find you very much to my personal tastes? < 08@Morgan > true < 04Molly > And I had made mention on occassion of not being averse to being a mistress. I would think it was logical to assume I would wish to come to your bed * @Morgan shakes his head < 04Molly > Unless you were distracted by the idea I'd wish to give myself to Colonel Dau or Lieutenant Kristoban instead < 08@Morgan > a possibliity * Molly shakes her head < 04Molly > I don't think that was ever very likely < 08@Morgan > I wouldn't be so sure... Kai was quite keen on you I think * Molly shakes her head < 04Molly > I very much doubt it was enough to make me his mistress < 08@Morgan > I cant say you have more taste... < 04Molly > more taste than what? < 08@Morgan > than to have him... your actual choice isn't exactly high up on the scale of good taste * Molly assumes a fake mildly superior air < 04Molly > You are wrong. He is a Freiarr, you are a Veisgraf. * Molly grins * @Morgan shrugs < 08@Morgan > he is not so obviously at the mercy of his own anger * Molly runs her hand up his arm, and over his shoulder, til her fingertips touch his ponytail < 04Molly > True, but his hair isn't as pleasing as yours < 08@Morgan > Quite. That was a subject of much argument during the war < 04Molly > Why? < 08@Morgan > my commander was full of what ifs... what if the enemy manage to grab it, what if it gets caught in a cart wheel...nearly three weeks I heard nothing except complaints about my hair * Molly strokes it slightly as she listens < 04Molly > What happened then? * @Morgan frowns < 08@Morgan > he took to having me patrol in a full suit of armor < 08@Morgan > it kept getting caught in the joints of the steel * Molly bites her lip < 04Molly > Oh no! < 04Molly > What did you do? < 08@Morgan > my duties. He didn't have the nerve to tell me to cut it, and I wasn't about to give him the chance to weasel out of it * Molly laughs. She runs her hand to the tips. < 04Molly > Was it this long back then? < 08@Morgan > Not quite... It was longer at one point, but I got it trimmed at my fathers insistence * Molly 's eyes widen, a flicker of heat within the suprised expression. < 04Molly > How long was it? * @Morgan blushes slightly < 08@Morgan > I sat on it < 08@Morgan > It wasn't tied at the time, mind * Molly also blushes < 04Molly > That sounds... ummm... * Molly goes quiet, looking thoughtful < 04Molly > nice. * Molly sips her tea < 08@Morgan > It was troublesome... HeinzHarold tied a short sword into it once < 04Molly > Is that why it was cut? * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I came to the conclusion that it was too long really < 04Molly > Would you ever have it so long again? < 08@Morgan > I dont know... I doubt it * Molly smiles < 04Molly > It must have taken a great deal of time to dry < 08@Morgan > it still does. During winter it can take three days unless I set to drying it by hand < 04Molly > You will not have such a chore any longer < 08@Morgan > no? * Molly smiles softly < 04Molly > I'd like to take care of your needs * @Morgan coughs * Molly looks puzzled, though hard to tell how genuine it is < 04Molly > Would you prefer that I don't? < 08@Morgan > no... I think perhaps I misunderstood you < 04Molly > how so? < 08@Morgan > its of no matter * Molly shrugs, stroking his hair once more, watching as the candlelight captures the deep gold Eisen blonde that runs through it < 04Molly > I would like to do the things for you that wives do for their husbands < 08@Morgan > thats the plan < 04Molly > It may sound trivial to some, but I'd like to iron for you, to dry your hair, shave you * Molly smiles gently < 08@Morgan > I seem to be surrounded by people who want to get sharp objects out of my grasp as quickly as possible * Molly giggles < 04Molly > I just want to make you happy < 08@Morgan > you already have and continue to do so * Molly smiles < 04Molly > I'm not sure how < 08@Morgan > by the choices you've made so far blossom * Molly grins < 04Molly > Such as becoming your mistress? < 08@Morgan > indeed < 04Molly > Though I'm not sure I really _was_... < 08@Morgan > no... * Molly smirks < 04Molly > There was a vital component missing... < 08@Morgan > oh? * Molly entwines her fingers into his hair < 04Molly > Well, I believe that being a mistress involves a certain amount of desire... < 08@Morgan > there was no desire? * Molly corrects herself whilst pulling slightly < 04Molly > There was no physical proof of desire... < 08@Morgan > I see * Molly grins < 04Molly > You didn't throw me upon the bed and have your Lordly way with me < 08@Morgan > I didn't really have time * Molly looks intrigued < 04Molly > Does it take that long? < 08@Morgan > can do * Molly smiles < 04Molly > I would imagine that technically I was never your mistress at all, but your companion * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I suspect you're right < 04Molly > Does that trouble you? < 08@Morgan > No... though restraint has been... difficult, I prefer this outcome * Molly grins cheekily < 04Molly > I'll prefer it upon our wedding day! * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I agree < 04Molly > At the moment it is merely torture * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > aye * Molly pulls his hair once more < 04Molly > Only another week now < 08@Morgan > aye... one would think its not that long a time < 04Molly > But you think it is? < 08@Morgan > it feels that way < 04Molly > Why so? * Molly watches him intently * @Morgan shrugs < 08@Morgan > anticipation isn't so sweet when it lasts so long... then its just torturous * Molly sets down her tea cup < 04Molly > Is there anything that will make it better? * @Morgan shrugs again * Molly looks away, slightly awkwardly < 04Molly > I've embaressed you < 08@Morgan > only slightly * Molly nods solemnly < 04Molly > I only wish I could ease your burden < 08@Morgan > I think I'd need to overcome my own... hang ups first < 04Molly > Hang ups, liebling? < 08@Morgan > shyness, if you will * Molly shuffles slightly closer with a little smile < 04Molly > Your gentlemanly reserve? < 08@Morgan > quite * Molly grins < 04Molly > You once told me gentlemanly reserve was cowardice < 08@Morgan > perhaps... < 04Molly > I disagreed however. You are just more... moralistic than I < 08@Morgan > perhaps thats true < 04Molly > I believe my morals are probably less than they ought to be < 08@Morgan > perhaps I feel it would be... an ungentlemanly thing that I let you do such a thing * Molly shrugs < 04Molly > I'd probably make a mess of it all anyhow * @Morgan blushes < 08@Morgan > I believe thats the intented outcome * Molly goes quiet, thoughtful < 04Molly > Yes, I think I see < 08@Morgan > do you? * Molly nods < 04Molly > The things I was told of on the Coral was oft composed in language that I didn't really understand < 08@Morgan > Montaigne is like that, yes < 04Molly > For example, être à quatre pattes is to be on one's hands and knees. It made little sense to one with no knowledge of the practise they refered to * @Morgan thinks about it * Molly watches him with a smile < 04Molly > If you do not figure out such a thing, I may have to show you! * @Morgan frowns < 08@Morgan > I should probably have paid attention in my tutoring < 04Molly > It is not the Montaigne itself that is the issue, but that I had no knowledge that such an intimacy could occur in more than one position < 08@Morgan > I suspect someones worked out how to do it hanging from a tree by now < 04Molly > Really?! < 08@Morgan > I've no doubt * Molly smiles < 04Molly > I'd imagine the Montaigne girls upon the Coral knew * Molly giggle < 08@Morgan > I dont doubt that either < 04Molly > It took me several days to realise that when refering to 'flute' they were not discussing music! * @Morgan blushes * Molly laughs < 04Molly > I see you recall _some_ of your tutoring! < 08@Morgan > indeed < 04Molly > However, it was only my last day I realised what 'branler' refered to. Now I wish I'd paid more attention < 08@Morgan > branler? < 04Molly > The ummm... act we had been discusing that would be 'ungenlemanly' to allow me to do * @Morgan looks confused * Molly smiles sweetly < 04Molly > Perhaps you need a hint? < 08@Morgan > I think so * Molly places her other hand, the one that doesn't hold his curls, just above his knee, slowly shifting upwards. She watches his eyes, hers soft, unguarded, passive. * @Morgan watches her hand move, blushing * Molly speaks quietly < 04Molly > You understand? * @Morgan shakes his head < 08@Morgan > no * Molly bites her lip, nodding. Her fingertips walk up the strong muscle of his thigh, half way up before she pauses, watching once more < 04Molly > and now? < 08@Morgan > it refers to placing your hand on my leg? < 04Molly > not quite... * Molly strokes her way up higher, until coming to a halt just before touching him more intimately < 04Molly > This is the hint, not the act itself. < 08@Morgan > the hint, blossom, is not working < 08@Morgan > all it does is confuse me < 08@Morgan > either tell me or show me * Molly raises an eyebrow < 04Molly > which would you prefer? < 08@Morgan > your choice * Molly giggles < 04Molly > That's never a wise option * @Morgan raises his eyes to look at her, serious < 08@Morgan > I would not have said it if I didn't mean it * Molly moves her hand fully over the crotch of his trousers, fingers splayed as her palm rests firmly on him. She smiles < 04Molly > It usually begins like this... * Molly 's fingers curl around his manhood gently. Though she smiles, in her expression is a hint of nervousness at his possible reaction * @Morgan sighs slightly * Molly 's mouth curves up more on one side as her smile broadens. She squeezes a little, familiarsing herself with his shape < 04Molly > Do you recall the meaning of branler now? < 08@Morgan > no * Molly smiles < 04Molly > It would involve contnuing such stroking until you were satisfied < 08@Morgan > I see * Molly frowns slightly < 04Molly > You disapprove < 08@Morgan > You think so? < 04Molly > Oft, when you say 'I see', it is when I have discomftted you * Molly doesn't remove her hand, but stays still < 08@Morgan > or when I am... not uncomfortable but... unsure < 04Molly > Unsure, liebling? Of what? < 08@Morgan > of how far I wish you to continue... and whether or not I should allow you to continue as far as I wished * Molly 's tongue darts out over her bottom lip, which is quickly bitten. In turn, this develops into a pout. < 04Molly > Surely the second could not be a concern til you've answered the first < 08@Morgan > My issue with the first is the... propriety of it < 04Molly > So, were I actually your mistress, or we were already wed, how far would you wish this to go? < 08@Morgan > to its conclusion * @Morgan speaks with no hesitation < 04Molly > Why is this situation different? < 08@Morgan > because you are not my mistress, nor are we wed * Molly squeezes gently once more, bolstered slightly by his forthrightness < 04Molly > A pity that < 08@Morgan > you would wish to continue? < 04Molly > I wish to please you < 08@Morgan > that does not answer my question * Molly leans closer to him, the bow at her bosom straining tight < 04Molly > You wish me to tell you that I want to touch you, to tease you, to explore that part of you that has been long denied me? < 08@Morgan > if that is what you actually feel, yes * Molly watches him closely < 04Molly > Yes, it is * @Morgan watches her right back, obviously thinking hard * Molly brings her hand to his cheek softly < 04Molly > It matters not. A kiss will suffice < 08@Morgan > What if it will not suffice for me? < 04Molly > Only you can answer that < 08@Morgan > I... * @Morgan looks unsure * Molly 's eyes are full of compassion < 04Molly > Honestly, liebling, if you are hesitant, it may be a sign that you are not yet able to take such a step. It is fine, truly < 08@Morgan > I'm trying to decide if it breaks any of the promises I have made < 04Molly > to whom? < 08@Morgan > our respective fathers < 04Molly > We are not permitted to sleep in the same bed, and I am to retain my maidenhead until after the wedding < 08@Morgan > then... I dont believe our continuing would be in violation of those rules * Molly 's tone implies that she finds these rules annoying < 04Molly > Violation or not, I care only for whether it is your desire, your wish... your need. < 08@Morgan > but I have given my word... besides, you yourself wanted to come to our wedding bed a virgin... * Molly grins < 04Molly > I shall remind you that I also was happy to give myself to you at any time you'd asked for more than a year now. * @Morgan shrugs < 08@Morgan > I have given my word since then < 04Molly > Fear not, I have no intention of dragging you by your hair to the bedroom and binding you to the bed in an attempt to rid myself of the purity that our fathers care so much about * Molly grins < 08@Morgan > Just as well < 04Molly > why? < 08@Morgan > I suspect the... tension would bring things to an end quite quickly * Molly nods. < 04Molly > Do you wish me to lock the door? Or are we to move to the bedroom? < 08@Morgan > lock the door * Molly removes her hand, and goes to lock it. She extinguishers two candles, the light lowering, though still enough to see by, < 04Molly > Do servants oft come in uninvited? < 08@Morgan > Not if they've any sense * Molly turns the thumb lock with a click, before swaying back to him, the tight fitting skirt caressing her hips and thighs. < 04Molly > Good * Molly comes back to the couch, sitting closer to him, the gentle rose scent more noticeable. She leans over, breasts against his right side. Gently, she begins to trail hot kisses up his neck * @Morgan sighs, sound coming out as an almost moan * Molly 's chest presses closer to him, the sound running through her body, cauisng her back to arch. She bites him slightly whilst her hand returns to his manhood < 04Molly > Are you sure this is your wish? < 08@Morgan > completely * Molly smiles. She bites him again, a little harder this time, whilst taking him firmly in her grip, thumb running up the underside of his shaft * @Morgan shudders, his head rolling back onto the backrest * Molly 's body tightens in response, and she rolls her shoulders to rub her breasts against him. Her kisses become deeper, more passionate, randomly placed between his collar bone and just beneath his ear < 04Molly > You can tell me to stop if you have a change of heart... < 08@Morgan > I dont see that happening blossom * Molly nods < 08@Morgan > I rather think my body would refuse to utter the words even if I wanted to < 04Molly > Of that I'm glad. I'll happily listen to your body instead * Molly rhythmically squeezes him, first at the base, and then higher til she reaches the tip. Her warm mouth envelopes his earlobe, nibbling slightly < 08@Morgan > Thats good because I suspect I'll be no use for saying anything anyway * Molly nods, sucking his ear. She fidgets slightly, before realising the her bow and his button have become tangled during her teasing < 04Molly > Oh dear, I'm rather hitched up. I'll untangle us shortly * @Morgan nods, closing his eyes * Molly slowly runs her hand up and down his length, exploring tentively his hardness and girth. Returning to his neck, she purrs slightly with desire whilst her lips tease the smooth skin < 04Molly > Soon, I shall need better access than I have now * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > Whatever you need * Molly giggles < 04Molly > Not quite _whatever_ < 08@Morgan > well... no * Molly bites his neck, low almost on the collar bone. With her free hand, she tries to untangle the bow and button. * Molly manages to unsnag them, and places a soft kiss on his lips, her strokes becoming firmer, faster * @Morgan fidgets, moaning low in his throat * Molly licks his lower lip quickly, teasingly * @Morgan draws breath suddenly, surprised by her movement * Molly pushes her top lip between his, and sucks his lower one into her mouth. She tightens her grip on his hardness, three firm strokes. * @Morgan shudders * Molly bites his lip whilst pressing her breasts against him * Molly removes her hand quickly, curious to see his reaction * @Morgan 's skin is becoming redder, a slight frown on his brow * Molly 's voice is low and husky, laced with lust < 04Molly > More? * @Morgan speaks, the words coming in barely more than a breath < 08@Morgan > more * Molly whimpers, returning her hand to his need. She strokes him gently, far lighter than before, maddeningly light * Molly speaks softly < 04Molly > May I undress you? * @Morgan nods * Molly stands, waiting for him to do likewise * @Morgan fidgets before standing up, trousers straining nonetheless * Molly stands close. Both palms gently on his face, she offers up her mouth to his * @Morgan leans in, kissing her gently * Molly kisses him back, and he can feel the force in her body tension of her restraint. She parts her lips * @Morgan pushes his tongue between her lips, darting, seeking hers * Molly moans, low and lusty, her tongue eagerly meeting his. She moves against him, pressing her pelvis against his, feeling his hard length against her lower belly where she already feels the burning white liquid heat of desire * @Morgan moves his hands to her hips, pulling her tighter to him * Molly whimpers loudly, vibrating in her mouth. She grinds wantonly against him. Her hands come to the neckline of his shirt, roughly fumbling at the buttons * Molly gets the buttons undone. Her hands work at his waist to pull the shirt from his trousers, grazing his bare skin here and there < 08@Morgan > calm down blossom... its not a race * Molly giggles < 04Molly > I'm sorry < 08@Morgan > Its ok... I just rather like this shirt < 04Molly > I'd be able to fix it * @Morgan takes her hands < 08@Morgan > thats not the point * Molly 's eyes flick to the gap where his chest is bare, before she looks up at him < 04Molly > I know... < 08@Morgan > besides... Varick himself was telling me that the cake tastes nicer if he takes longer to eat it * Molly nods < 04Molly > I'll try to be more restrained * @Morgan looks at her seriously < 08@Morgan > As much as I... _need_ this, I want you to take your time, not rush... its new to both of us blossom * Molly looks a little solemn briefly, before her smile returns < 04Molly > I'll do my best. * @Morgan puts a hand to her face < 08@Morgan > I know my love * Molly grins, before kissing him once more * Molly moves one hand down to cup him between their bodies, applying gentle pressure * @Morgan smiles, sighing slightly < 04Molly > Am I doing this correctly? < 08@Morgan > I'm not sure there's really a way of doing it wrong < 04Molly > I suppose providing it is pleasing you, it is right * @Morgan nods * Molly increases the pressure, watching his eyes whilst running her hand up his shaft * @Morgan fights to not blink and fails * Molly murmurs < 04Molly > mmmmm * Molly keeps rubbing him with one hand as she walks to stand behind him. Slowly, she slips his shirt from his shoulders, off his back, down his arms til its tossed over the back of a chair. < 04Molly > Oh my! < 08@Morgan > what? * Molly 's voice is soft, reverent as she lays her hands on the warm, broad planes of his back < 04Molly > You're exquisite... < 08@Morgan > not the word I've have used < 04Molly > Oh but you are. Even better than I imagined < 08@Morgan > even with the scars? * Molly caresses his back, exploring < 04Molly > More exquisite because of them < 04Molly > They are marks of your life, your experience, which you honour me by asking me to now share. * @Morgan nods * Molly leans against him, her cheek on hs skin, the bow of her dress, and the silky fabric tickling his flesh < 04Molly > You smell wonderful < 08@Morgan > I smell of me < 08@Morgan > and possibly of coffee < 04Molly > It's you that I like. * Molly continues to rub him through the fabric. She places her lips against his back, gentle, warm, wet kisses, tongue swirling over his skin * @Morgan hangs his head, moaning slightly * Molly goes on tiptoes, kissing higher and higher. Her rhythm speeds up as her hand tightens on his length < 04Molly > You have so little idea of how desirable you are to me... < 08@Morgan > I'm always surprised that is the case * Molly runs her tongue down his back * @Morgan shudders with a sound of surprise < 04Molly > Don't be, it isn't likely to change * @Morgan chuckles < 08@Morgan > I hope not * Molly is pleased by his reaction, and licks back up * @Morgan doesn't shudder this time but rolls his head back, moaning louder than before * Molly 's grip tightens reflexively as the desire flares at his noises. She sucks gently at the centre of his back < 04Molly > Does this please you? < 08@Morgan > very much * Molly tries biting gently * @Morgan flinches slightly * Molly kisses it better, running her tongue out on to his left shouldr blade. Her stroking continues, interspersed with frequent squeezing * @Morgan starts to lean into her hand rhythmically * Molly kisses across to the right shoulder blade before moving back to face him. Her pupils are massively wide, cheeks flushed, as is her chest down to where her ample breasts disapear into the bowed neckline * Molly looks down at his bare chest. Her eyebrows raise and she smiles < 04Molly > Gorgeous from the front also * @Morgan 's chest rises and falls in great motions, each breath deep * Molly 's spare hand runs down his chest, flat against it, whilst the first maintains its pleasing stimulation < 04Molly > Nice? < 08@Morgan > very, blossom < 04Molly > I'm glad, I want you to enjoy it * Molly 's fingers walk over to his nipple, circling it, getting closer and closer. She rubs just his head through the fabric * @Morgan stumbles slightly * Molly holds him steady as best she can against her own body < 04Molly > Are you alright? < 08@Morgan > yes blossom... the sensations are quite intense however < 04Molly > Oh, I'm sorry * Molly returns to her previous rhythm. She rubs his nipple with her index finger < 08@Morgan > dont be... its quite pleasurable but its difficult to stay standing < 04Molly > Until you are fully undressed, it'll be easier this way < 08@Morgan > If I fall over, I'll blame you * @Morgan nods, as if coming to a decision * Molly watches him intently < 04Molly > I'll accept the blame, though do try not to fall and get injured, I'd hate trying to explain how it happened! * @Morgan nods * Molly lowers her mouth to his nipple, kissing it softly * Molly 's spare hand explores his chest, pinching the other nipple gently * @Morgan watches her hand moving * Molly 's hand trails lower, over his belly button. She moves back enough to be able to focus on his face. She watches his eyes and her fingertips pass lower, towards the other hand * @Morgan 's breathing becomes shallower * Molly bites her lip a little nervously. Her fngers reach his waistband, and slips beneath it * @Morgan gasps slightly, stomach tensing * Molly 's other hand continues to stroke him. Her middle finger also slips beneath the fabric, gently rubbing his skin * @Morgan almost seems to stop breathing in anticipation * Molly 's thumb finds the button on the left < 04Molly > Are you _sure_? * @Morgan looks at her < 08@Morgan > Certain. Stop if you dont wish to < 04Molly > I don't want to stop * Molly pops open the button, loosening one side before movng to the other. The trousers go slack, and she pushes them down in one swift movement. She looks at his manhood, briefly closers her eyes, then looks again with suprise. < 08@Morgan > blossom? < 04Molly > Goodness! I didn't think you'd be so big! * Molly very gently reaches out to him, her fingertips barely touching the skin as she explores with a grin * @Morgan shivers * Molly 's touch is so soft as she runs her fingers from tip to length and back again < 04Molly > Wow! Wunderbar... * @Morgan moans deeply, the sound coming from the back of his throat * Molly watches his eyes as she molds her right hand around him, feeling the soft/hard mixture inherent to all male members, and the powdery soft skin, pale against the darker crop of hair at the hilt. Morgan moans, softer this time before closing his eyes once more *She gently runs her hand up his shaft, watching intently the way the skin moves, the deep pink of his head, and feels the deep thromming of the blood as it flows in with rising desire. She is completly fascinated, assuming a soft rhythm, and listening to the reactions of his body* Perhaps you ought to sit. He nods " I think that would be best" Slowly he backs up and sits down. *She sits beside him. She boldly caresses down his chest, avoiding his length, and on to his thighs, watching the effect such teasing has on his arousal as it stands proudly and firmly upwards.* Less chance of injury... "indeed. I don't relish the explaining either. " His speech comes in bursts, reacting as muscles tighten and relax. *she runs her index finger up the underside of his shaft, exploring that long bulge. At the hilt, she envelops his erection in her hand, squeezing rhythmically. She leans against him, feeling his bare chest against her uncovered shoulders.* Slowly he places a hand on her back, tracing a line from her hip to her neck *She falters briefly in her rhythm in response to his touch. She noticeably shudders, her back arching, cause her large breasts to jutt out in front of her. She tips her head back* Ooooooh! That feels marvelous! *She regains her rhythm, running her tightened fist up and down his shaft, from the thick hilt to the swollen tip, over and over.* "I suspect not as marvelous as -that- does" He shifts slightly, leaning back further *She grins, speeding up slightly in her caresses of his length* I'll never know No I suppose not. Though I shouldn't think it'll take long to discover what happens next. *he shifts again, breath beginning to get a little ragged* *she begins to fidget also, crossing her legs. She alternates between watching her hand pleasuring his length, and his expression. Remembering, she begins to just stroke at the tip, stimulating the flared, deep pink head of his thick erection* Of course, whenever you're ready, liebling. *he throws his head back, a gasp turning into a grunt at the change of stimulation* *Molly whimpers noisily, then smiles at this, thrilled by the power she has, and the pleasure she's giving him. She feels her own body respond empathetically, a lurching sensation of muscles clenching and relaxing in her lower belly and between her crossed things, a heavy, full, hot, wet feeling, one that she has rarely encountered, and never to this degree. Her own breathing is fast and shallow, and her blood runs so strongly she can hear a faint whooshing. She concentrates on the friction she's creating in his head, down his shaft and deep into his body. She watches him, in the candlelight, bared before her as she's dreamt of for so long. * *he squirms before opening his eyes and looking at her* I wish to touch you. *her breath catches. She nods, voice low, husky* Wherever and however you wish *slowly he fidgets enough to be able to reach her without disrupting her actions. He looks at her a moment before placing his hand on her leg, slowly tracing it up her thigh and under her skirts* *by sheer act of will, she maintains for him the rhythm she's been using. Her eyes go wide, and her heart pounds like a team of horses at a gallop. She swallows hard, barely drawing breath. She's nervous, but eager to have him touch her. She squirms, moving closer to make it easier for him, and is glad that although she still wears her stockings and garters, ther is nothing else beneath that silk skirt.*. *slowly his hand teases higher until he reaches the top of her leg as it curves over. Gently he moves his hand over, gently caressing the wet warmth of her core before applying a little more pressure* *Panting a little as his hand went higher, his first contact with her womanhood illicits a cry of pleasure. She is incredibly wet. Her thighs tighten rhythmically against his hand, and she shudders. Back arched, her rapid pulse is easily visible. She lengthens her strokes of him to include all his shaft also, firm, but slightly slower.* *he grunts, his fingers roaming until he finds that most sensitive spot, whereupon he focuses his attention* Oh my god! *she can't help but cry out in response. The pleasure is almost overwhelming, and she finds herself lowering herself to his fingers, eager for him to keep touching her. When she tries to speak, her voice is breathy* Is that what you wished for? It is my love. .* he increases the pressure, fingers moving in rhythmic circles* *where her previous noises were intelligible, this new stimulation reduces that. Now the sounds come as part sigh, part whimper, part moan, but matching the rhythm of his deftly applied fingertips. She fidgets, whole body tensing and relaxing in response. Even if the war of the cross was to restart right now, she wouldn't give a damn. All she knows is his nearness, the feel of his skin, scent of his body, hardness of his arousal, and the intense, damp joy of his touch. Her strokes begin to speed a little.* *suddenly he increases the pressure and doubles the speed of movement of his fingers, grunting deep in his throat* *Her moaning becomes more frequent, barely a breath between each exclamation, bucking her hips appealingly up to his skilled digits, deriving as much sensation as possible. It's only when she feels the familiar sensation that she's had just before so many climaxes that have awoken her that she looks suprised at her own easy response. She briefly looks at Morgan, feeling a little unsure of whether it is alright to let her body go with the sensations threatening to overwhelm her* *his voice comes low, urgent* Do what you need blossom *She smiles, overwhelmed with how blessed she is to have a man who can read her mind. She allows her restraint to loosen, and suddenly, she feels the impending peak of her pleasure. She speeds up her stroking of him, firmly rubbing his whole length to match the pace of his stimulation to her core. With a deep, ragged breath, she feels the tidal wave of ecstasy smash into her, radiating from his fingers throughout every muscle, which tense in response, back arching, thighs quivering. She cries out loudly.* Morgan... oh my! *he lets out a whimper as he hears his name, every muscle tensing for a moment before pulsing, throbbing, throwing huge jets of stringy seed into the air to rain down on her hand* * Molly 's climax intensifies in response to his own. She gasps as she feels him swell within her grip, sheer force of will keeping her gaze upon his manhood as he is completely lost to the sensation. Seeing the very physical reaction, and the power of his release, draws from her throat a high, keening moan of pleasure, one she'd not have been able to suppress even if she'd tried. Instinctively, she slows down her caress, gently easing him towards that warm, pleasant afterglow. Her own orgasm begins to subside, and the wanton bucking against his fingers lessens, a deep, shuddering sigh as she relaxes against the couch, hand still reverently holding his shaft. < 04Molly > Instinctively, she slows down her caress, gently easing him towards that warm, pleasant afterglow. Her own orgasm begins to subside, and the wanton bucking against his fingers lessens, a deep, shuddering sigh as she relaxes against the couch, hand still reverently holding his shaft. * @Morgan slows then stops the movement of his fingers, laying his head back against the headrest, eyes closed * Molly wriggles a little to rest her cheek on his shoulder, closing her eyes also. She listens to her own heartbeat, overlaid by the tattoo of his own, breathing deep and regular, quiet. * @Morgan sighs deeply before turning his head and opening his eyes to look at her * Molly looks up at him, eyes languid, satiated, so big and blue. There is a hint of solemnity there. < 08@Morgan > For the worst in bad timing, the door would open about now... * Molly speaks quietly < 04Molly > Aye, but it's locked... < 08@Morgan > an excellent point * Molly smiles slightly < 04Molly > your father, or mine? < 08@Morgan > Tough one... I'm more or less honour bound not to hit my own father, but the incident it would cause if I struck yours would be quite large I think * Molly nods < 04Molly > At least your father could not claim any risk of us creating the next veisgraf out of wedlock though < 08@Morgan > indeed * Molly watches him closely, a little unsure of herself < 04Molly > And you did not break your word < 08@Morgan > We'd best get cleaned up I think... can you stand? * Molly looks thoughtful < 04Molly > Probably * @Morgan smiles < 08@Morgan > stay there, I'll get a towel * Molly nods, though doesn't move her hand < 04Molly > I have a handekerchief..... but... < 08@Morgan > Its fine blossom, I'll get a towel... it'll give the girls somethng to talk about... you may have to release me, though * Molly nods, gently, albeit a little reluctantly, letting go * @Morgan gets up and shuffles about the room in search of a towel * Molly looks around, unable to give any guidance, having never spent any real time in his rooms. * @Morgan finds one and comes back to the couch * Molly looks at her hand, glistening with his moisture in the candlelight, before looking up to him with a hint of a smile < 04Molly > You found one * @Morgan holds out the towel to her < 08@Morgan > eventually... I had a feeling there was one still in here * Molly raises an eyebrow as she takes it < 04Molly > Still? * @Morgan nods, looking solemn < 08@Morgan > To dry after waking from a dream * Molly bites her lip, keeping her eyes upon the drying of her hand < 04Molly > I see * @Morgan looks around the room < 08@Morgan > spiders, lately * Molly looks up at him < 04Molly > Spiders?! But I thought you meant-... * @Morgan looks at her < 08@Morgan > what? * Molly blushes, running the towellng between each finger, more a diverson than a necessity < 04Molly > I thought perhaps it was something a little more... erotic < 08@Morgan > No, I'm afraid not... I wish it was * Molly looks up at him through lowered lashes, not from coyness, but her own gentle shyness. She speaks softly < 04Molly > Soon, mein liebling, I will be beside you to ward off your dreams, and comfort you as best I can in the depths of the night when nightmares wake you * @Morgan nods * Molly smiles gently < 04Molly > Lean back, liebling... * @Morgan sits down and leans back * Molly very gently uses the towel to dry his stomach, his thighs, his manhood of the evidence of their passion. She is as careful as when tending wounds, every movement a gentle ministration. She watches so intently and reverently that her face becomes serious, solemn. * @Morgan sighs again * Molly looks up at him as she finishes. She carefully folds the towel, setting it carefully on the floor. She watches him, almost as if waiting. * @Morgan sits for a moment before fidgeting to begin doing up his trousers * Molly moves back to give him space. She smoothes down her own skirt a little self conciously. < 08@Morgan > Horrific, isn't it... the demands us lordly types make of poor young girls. * Molly frowns then, as if unsure how to respond, to behave < 08@Morgan > Reconsidering your options, now that you're aware of what marriage to me will involve? * @Morgan looks at her, and though he's half smiling, it doesn't reach his eyes * Molly 's brow furrows deeper, a wounded look in her eyes as she studies him. Suddenly, a slight, almost imperceptible nod, as a lightening of her own expression occurs, an epiphany of sorts. < 04Molly > If you imply that marriage to you will involve such beautiful, erotic intimacy, and such overwhelming ecstacy that I cannot imagine never experiencing it again, I have no regrets or hesitations at becoming your partner in such perfect crimes. * @Morgan nods slowly < 08@Morgan > good * Molly brings her hand to his cheek, looking deep into his eyes, soul opened unto him < 04Molly > Be not afraid, my love, I enjoyed it immensely < 08@Morgan > I'm glad... I was concerned you would be horrified * Molly tilts her head, puzzled < 04Molly > why would I be horrified? * @Morgan shrugs < 08@Morgan > that we had done such a thing * Molly smiles < 04Molly > I do not find such distasteful < 08@Morgan > Good... I dont know what I would do were you to withdraw your acceptance * Molly kisses him gently < 04Molly > You'd survive, liebling < 08@Morgan > perhaps < 04Molly > You have your family, your friends, your birthright... I am just the icing upon your cake < 08@Morgan > The only truly sweet thing I like * Molly grins < 04Molly > Thank you * Molly goes briefly quiet, before looking puzzled < 04Molly > This... what we did... it isn't just done in situations when fully being together is not possible? < 08@Morgan > Well... that comes down to personal preference I think * Molly nods < 04Molly > And as it is something you feel our marriage would 'entail', might one assume it is something that is a preference for you? * @Morgan shrugs < 08@Morgan > I'm not averse to it * Molly giggles < 04Molly > Good < 08@Morgan > Am I to assume you'd like that? * Molly blushes < 04Molly > Yes... < 04Molly > Though I'd hope to be better at it, with practise < 08@Morgan > There was nothing wrong with how you did it * Molly nods slightly < 04Molly > But in time, I will come to learn what you like, what pleases you most... * @Morgan nods * Molly watches him closely < 04Molly > I was a little concerned that I wouldn't be able to... or you couldn't... because it has been so long... < 08@Morgan > It generally doesn't rust over * Molly shrugs slightly < 04Molly > I did not know < 04Molly > For so long you had no such inclinations, I did not know whether it would have rendered such a result impossible. * Molly looks apologetic at her of naivety < 04Molly > (of=own*) < 08@Morgan > well, its not something you need worry about now is it * Molly smiles < 04Molly > Yes, now I know that upon our wedding day you should be able to be so satisfied once more * Molly draws her body up against his side, resting gently against him * @Morgan lays a hand on her head < 04Molly > After all, we may not find time so unsuprevised again... * Molly grins. He can't see it, but he can hear it in her voice < 08@Morgan > thats entirely possible < 04Molly > Though I'm sure you'll manage < 08@Morgan > I've no doubt someone will fill my days with something to keep me occupied * Molly breathes in sharply, before she starts to giggle < 04Molly > oh! yes, yes they probably will * @Morgan looks confused < 04Molly > I was merely implying that you could tolerably manage to supress your desire to push the boundaries like this again < 08@Morgan > Its best if I do... my father would have me sleeping in the barn under guard otherwise < 04Molly > A pity that... Session Time: Wed Jul 07 00:00:00 2010 < 08@Morgan > Probably for the best... I dont sleep well on hay * Molly lays her hand against his bare chest < 04Molly > And just when I'd begun to believe that the feelings I got upon waking were as strong as such a thing was supposed to feel... < 08@Morgan > You were wrong I take it? * Molly nods < 04Molly > utterly < 08@Morgan > that must be a disappointment < 04Molly > In what respect? < 08@Morgan > being wrong... I was wrong once < 08@Morgan > rocked my entire world < 04Molly > No! I'm glad I was wrong. however, I've no doubt I will ache to feel such wonderful sensations every day, with no hope of release... * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > But, there is consolation in knowing that a week on saturday, I will place myself in your hands for every day of our lives together... * @Morgan blushes * Molly looks up, his silence making her concerned < 04Molly > That causes you disquiet? < 08@Morgan > Ironic, isn't it < 04Molly > I'm not sure I understand < 08@Morgan > I've just been near as dammit naked and shared a very intimate moment with you... yet your statement still makes me blush * Molly looks intrigued < 04Molly > I think it is my desire for you perhaps that causes it... It disturbs your modesty * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > you would find it easier to lead me to your bed and lay with me than for me to tell you that part of me aches for you to do so... < 08@Morgan > yes... I think I would * Molly nods < 04Molly > Then I shall endeavour to keep such thoughts to myself < 08@Morgan > for now, perhaps * Molly smiles < 04Molly > I'm glad we did this < 08@Morgan > as am I < 04Molly > Now I am less afraid... < 08@Morgan > afraid? * Molly nods solemnly < 04Molly > My sole experience of beng touched in that area resulted in massive pain and bloodshed, did it not? * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > I... I was afraid that perhaps there was something wrong, that pain was my natural response to such * Molly looks away < 08@Morgan > and you are less afraid now... * Molly looks back to him < 04Molly > I know that you will show me the pleasures, not the pains < 08@Morgan > There may be some pain... you know that, right? * Molly nods < 04Molly > I know, liebling. But I know if I ask you to stop, you'll listen * @Morgan nods * Molly presses herself closer to him, allowing her eyes to close < 04Molly > Were you afraid? < 08@Morgan > of? < 04Molly > of how you'd feel? of how I'd feel? * @Morgan nods * Molly hesitates slightly < 04Molly > How _do_ you feel..? < 08@Morgan > at ease, I think * Molly nods < 04Molly > I'm glad. I'd never wish to hurt you < 08@Morgan > perhaps now I'll be able to actually practice my swordsmanship... I've had this tension, caused by concern that we would do something together and you would be uncomfortable * Molly kisses his chest where she rests < 04Molly > That would never happen, liebling. < 08@Morgan > perhaps, but the concern was there regardless * Molly nods, going quiet briefly < 04Molly > Does it always happen at the same moment? * @Morgan frowns < 08@Morgan > what? * Molly blushes slightly, burying herself a little more at his side < 04Molly > That... intensity.... that moment of release < 08@Morgan > no... no it doesn't < 04Molly > oh * Molly sounds a little suprised < 04Molly > You must be very skilled < 08@Morgan > lucky, I think < 04Molly > why so? < 08@Morgan > that it was so well timed this time < 04Molly > I would have enjoyed it even had you not touched me also * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > but you preferred the way it was? * Molly nods < 04Molly > I think so < 08@Morgan > think so? * Molly shrugs slightly < 04Molly > My own reation was a little more... demonstrative than I would have liked * @Morgan chuckles < 08@Morgan > I rather enjoyed it * Molly blushes hard, snuggling against him to hide her embaressment < 04Molly > I don't think it was very lady-like... * @Morgan snorts < 08@Morgan > Lobbing axes and swords at people isn't very lordly, but it happens anyay * Molly giggles < 04Molly > I sounded like the girls on the Coral * @Morgan chuckles < 08@Morgan > I'm told that one woman sounds remarkarbly like a cow at that moment * Molly laughs < 04Molly > Oh, that poor woman! < 04Molly > Whilst on the voyage to Carleon, they had a competition as to who could pretend to hav he most vocal reaction to such. I was under the assumption that they were all dramatically over-reacting < 08@Morgan > that doesn't actually surprise me * Molly smiles < 04Molly > Apparently it was very rare for it not to be fake whilst bedding clients < 08@Morgan > oh? < 04Molly > It seems that it takes great skill to achieve such results, skill that many men hiring a bed mate lack < 08@Morgan > I suppose if you're paying for time, you'd want it to be as quick as possible * Molly smiles < 04Molly > Whereas some of us are limited for time due to the constraints of others. * Molly pulls away, looking at him folornly < 04Molly > If we had freedom, we'd have no time constraints. Alas, we are not permitted to sleep in the same bed, which I confess is my primary desire now < 08@Morgan > sleep? * Molly nods < 08@Morgan > then you must away to your bed blossom < 04Molly > You have successfully slaked my other desires, for now * Molly grins * @Morgan chuckles * Molly stands slowly, a little wobbly even now * @Morgan stands up < 04Molly > I've no doubt this evening will remain fondly and vividly in my thoughts though < 08@Morgan > and mine * Molly makes her way slowly to his door < 08@Morgan > Do you wish to be accompanied to your door? < 04Molly > No, I'll be fine, I'll say good night here * @Morgan nods * Molly gets to his door < 04Molly > Well, good night, mein liebstes < 08@Morgan > good night blossom * Molly watches him a moment with a fond smile, before opening the door * @Morgan places a hand on her shoulder before kissing her cheek < 08@Morgan > sleep well my love * Molly 's face lights up, and she grins. She kisses his cheek in return, whispering in his ear. < 04Molly > I'll dream of you... < 08@Morgan > I would hope so * Molly slips out into the hallway, and heads towards her room, rolling her hips slightly as she walks