Diplomatic Immunity: Wedding Bells a'Ringing

[Keia]

Ferris D’Elchant, male Sacra

"Good, I'm glad," Aerope smiles, leaning over to kiss Ferris on the lips, "Mmm, your lips aren't half-bad either"

"I . . . should hope not, mi'lady. Otherwise, years of training and determined devotions may have been wasted," Ferris replied, a bit startled by the kiss but staying cool about it. "Your lips are exquisite . . . though I should be certain on my opinion, mi'lady." Ferris finished with a twinkle in his eye.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"I . . . should hope not, mi'lady. Otherwise, years of training and determined devotions may have been wasted," Ferris replied, a bit startled by the kiss but staying cool about it. "Your lips are exquisite . . . though I should be certain on my opinion, mi'lady." Ferris finished with a twinkle in his eye.

"Well, there's only one way to be certain--you'll have to get a second opinion," she replies with a mischievous grin as she leans in for another kiss.

 

[Rystil Arden]

“I love you too, Claudia,” he replies earnestly, his eyes meeting hers.

“Yes, we were...weren’t me. Hmm, would you like to start with a massage, or would you favour doing something more...naughty, my lady?”

"A massage is good--we don't have all too much time to be back to looking our best soon, after all. And I should take a bath in between, and fix my hair, and try on one of your new outfits, and...let's not get into that mode right now," Claudia laughs.

 

[Erekose13]

Mythweaver finishes changing and washes his face before heading back out of his room. If he sees anyone around he will ask to be escorted back to the reception. If there is no one there, he'll head back himself.

 

[unleashed]

Tiberius Lucius Magnus, Male Praetor Warmage

"A massage is good--we don't have all too much time to be back to looking our best soon, after all. And I should take a bath in between, and fix my hair, and try on one of your new outfits, and...let's not get into that mode right now," Claudia laughs.

“Mmm, a bath with you, sounds most inviting too, dear heart. Now, if my lady would like to disrobe, I can begin her massage,” Tiberius says with a wink as he unfastens her cloak, before going to get his massage lotions.

 

[Rystil Arden]

“Mmm, a bath with you, sounds most inviting too, dear heart. Now, if my lady would like to disrobe, I can begin her massage,” Tiberius says with a wink as he unfastens her cloak, before going to get his massage lotions.

"Why certainly, my lord," Claudia replies obligingly, unfastening and then slipping off her clothes and then slowly removing her undergarments coyly, "I'm ready, my love."

 

[unleashed]

Tiberius Lucius Magnus, Male Praetor Warmage

"Why certainly, my lord," Claudia replies obligingly, unfastening and then slipping off her clothes and then slowly removing her undergarments coyly, "I'm ready, my love."

“Mmm, just as lovely as I remember,” Tiberius says, as he watches Claudia remove the last of her clothing. Removing his own shirt as he steps up behind her, he kisses her neck and says, “Lie down my dear, face down first I think...”

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Claudia nods.*

"I live only to please my lord," she teases as she follows his instructions, letting loose a small sigh as she languidly lies down with her face and belly down.

 

[Rystil Arden]

Mythweaver finishes changing and washes his face before heading back out of his room. If he sees anyone around he will ask to be escorted back to the reception. If there is no one there, he'll head back himself.

*Mythweaver finds the room easily enough--his memory for details is excellent--but nobody seems to be there any more. They all left for various other places.*

 

[unleashed]

Tiberius Lucius Magnus, Male Praetor Warmage

*Claudia nods.*

"I live only to please my lord," she teases as she follows his instructions, letting loose a small sigh as she languidly lies down with her face and belly down.

“And I hope to please my lady, for such devotion.”

*Applying a little of the scented oil to his hands, Tiberius begins a slow sensuous massage, his strong hands stroking and kneading Claudia’s body softly...making good use of the additional skills Aspasia taught him. Starting with her shoulders, he moves slowly down her back...planting fleeting kisses occasionally as he progresses.*