Tahno leads her up to his suites, stealing kisses and pinching her bottom along the way. He'd pick her up, like he does Oswin, but she might hiss or laugh at him--or both--and he's content with walking up the stairs. He opens the door with a flourish of a bow.
"They're real nice," Tahno drawls, shutting the door behind himself. He takes her hand and leads her into the bedroom, where he flits about turning the fireplace on and covering the bed with a sheet. "For the oils," he explains, and holds up what looks like a candle, which he lights. "Feel free ta strip whenever ya like and get comfy on her belly.on the bed."
She raises an eyebrow, but doesn't comment - it seems a shame to ruin such marked efficiency. When she strips her movements are practiced and practical, folding her clothes into a neat pile on top of her boots. The flickering light from the fireplace highlights the thin tracings of scars over her body, all old and faded. The bracelets and necklaces she never takes off gleam, and jangle brightly together when she sprawls on the prepared bed.
Tahno disappears for a moment and returns with the promised moon peach wine in a chilled glass. He offer that to her, and then heads out once again to wash his hands. When he returns, the oil has finished melting in the candles, and he starts trickling the warm waxy liquid along her body. "Lemme know if this is too warm," he murmurs, and starts working the oil into her skin with smooth, circular strokes.
Oh, so this has the potential of being ridiculously messy. Her skin twitches at the ticklish feel of liquid dripping, but the warmth is lovely.
"Just so you know, I could resist this." She informs him, though she makes no attempt to move. Just in case he thinks petting is a magic off switch. That anyone could do this, and get away with it.
"Nyet." She smiles, sipping her wine. "I just..." The thoughts, the words are in Russian, and translating takes thought. "There are those... who would control. Who would... have my leash. This is not..."
Tahno slowly returns his hands to her skin, rubbing his thumbs over the nape of her neck.
"I gotcha," he says softly, his strong hands smoothing knots out of her back. He forms his hands into lobster claws and performs muscle lifts, working on stretching her back out.
"Man, I wouldn't wanna control ya," he says, his voice warm and gentle. "Yer fun the way ya are."
"I like to think so." Katya settles down, setting her wine aside to better sprawl comfortably. A few of the knots are stubborn, and she twitches until those muscles finally relax.
Tahno nods, and leans down to kiss her ear. He forms his hands into loose fists and drags his knuckles up and down her back, over her shoulders and down again, stopping near her hips. The waterbender gently pinches the trapezius--the muscles that connects the neck to the shoulders. He extends his thumb to make upward strokes between the shoulder blade and the backbone. As one thumb slides off, the other one begins its sweep upwards.
Tahno's lips quirk. He rests both thumbs on the upper back, on either side of her spine.
"Awright," he drawls, and slowly slides his thumbs down her back. "We had a match against the Rabiroos recently. I admit I underestimated their firebender, but one man--or woman, in this case--can't carry a team."
When he reaches the top of her hips, he lets his thumbs linger, using steady pressure before beginning a new stroke. His voice is deep and calm, with the proper narrative cadence required for telling a good story.
"But it was when I saw their firebender place her foot down wrong that I saw my chance. I sent my water whip out with a powerful punch, and struck her in the shoulder--followed by another strike to the gut. She dropped to one knee, and it was easy for Ming--that's our earthbender--to hurl one of his disks at her, and knock her out of the match. After that, we destroyed the other two."
He slides his hands back up to repeat the stroke two more times, moving farther to the sides--away from the spine--each time.
"Sometimes," Tahno drawls, nodding. He comes around to her side and reaches to her far hip with one hand. The waterbender rests his other hand on her near hip. "Sometimes it makes more sense for me to pull a feint and for Ming or Shaozu--our firebender--to strike first. But yeah, most times, I'm the striker."
With a fluid motion, he pulls his other hand near him and pushes the other away along her skin. They slide against each other in opposite directions, performing a twist. He starts moving up her back, repeating the stroke.
Tahno finishes kneading her ass and moves on down to her thighs. "Pfft, I don't know about that anymore," he drawls, uncharacteristically modest. "I couldn't even hit ya."
"Well, no." She agrees, because... well. No. He wouldn't be able to. "At least not when I'm paying attention." The muscles of her thighs are tight and unyielding - they've been over-worked and under-appreciated for a long while.
"Yeah, see?" Tahno grumbles, kneading her thighs with gentle pinches, and then stroking them with his thumbs. "I can admit that I'm outclassed, even though that's frustratin' as hell."
"You would not expect someone who could not make water fly around their heads to do well at one of your matches, da?" Katya protests - if he's going to be making comparisons, he should be making fair ones.
Tahno works the tension out of her thighs, using his fingers to make long, slow strokes. "Awright, I guess that's fair. Still. I'm the cream of the crop where I come from. It's a strange feeling starting from the bottom again, and this time no matter how much I improve, I'm still outgunned."
Tahno works his way down to her calves, rubbing circles with his thumbs along the taut muscles. "I probably shouldn't be complainin'. People ain't tryin' ta kill me, after all."
Tahno moves to her feet, holding the bottom of her right foot with both hands. He rubs the top, working his way down to the sole and gradually increasing pressure.
"Agni," he drawls, shaking his head. "Are they excitin' cause of the challenge in 'em?"
"I ain't never had that, so I couldn't tell ya," Tahno drawls, chuckling. He works his way around the heel of her foot, circling his thumbs around that and the ball. "Do ya often get death threats?"
"Mmm. Sometimes people don't take a liking." She shrugs slightly, unbothered by it. Actually, now-a-days, people usually take an exception to her partner, and she proceeds to teach them the error of their ways.
Tahno uses cross-fiber friction on her heel. He pushes one thumb up and the other thumb down, rubbing with medium pressure. "Well, as long as ya can handle that," Tahno drawls, flexing his fingers to stretch them out. "Who gives 'em to ya? Yokels?"
"Yeah, they kinda frown on death threats here," he drawls, grinning. "And, y'know, nudity in public places. I disagree with them on principle, but what can ya do?"
He reaches out and pinches her bottom, and then drags his thumbs along the arch of her foot.
Tahno flips her foot and kisses the top, tweaking the toes she curls. He moves on to the other foot and gives it the same treatment, digging his thumbs into the heels and dragging them up the arches. He crawls into bed beside her and takes one of her hands in his to rub that as well.
"Good," he purrs, kissing her wrist. "If ya melt completely, I can bend ya back together."
Tahno traces his fingers up her wrist lazily, more tickling than massaging. He trails the tips across what he can reach of her breast, smiling with a hooded gaze.
"Does it?" he asks, his voice dark and smoky. "Do ya want me to take ya apart and put ya back together again?"
"I know I ain't," Tahno drawls, and rolls off the bed to strip. He removes his shirt slowly, shaking his hips and grinding the air. The belt comes off next, and he whips the air with it before tossing it over his shoulder. He takes his pants off with as much hip shaking as the shirt, undoing the fly and stepping out of them once he shimmies out.
Then he tackles her, tugging on her hair and turning her to bite her throat.
She whistles her appreciation of his moves - who doesn't enjoy a good strip show? And it is a good show - almost as good as his passionate attack.
Later, she tries to catch her breath, realizing as she presses somewhat dazed kisses into his shoulder that it was a really good idea to put that sheet down - there's oil everywhere.
The oil only makes them fun and slippery. Tahno appreciates that he can be rough with Katya and she seems to enjoy it. He slides his hand down her waist and ribs, fanning his fingers out over the reddened and quickly bruising skin.
"How're ya doin'?" he asks through panted breaths and gentle neck nibbles, such a contrast to the bites he gave her before.
Tahno's covered in scratches and dotted with bruises--and completely satisfied. He pets her hair and runs his fingertips over her scalp in small circles.
"Mmm, I feel pretty damn fantastic," he purrs, stretching against her. He nips her ear and curls around Katya again, nuzzling her neck. "What do ya say to a nap?"
"I can do napping." Katya agrees, languidly hooking a leg around his and draping an arm over his shoulder, cuddling close. "There is always time for more later."
She's seen his toy cabinet - even if she's worn him out for the day, she's pretty sure they can work around that.
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"So courteous - I will admit, I've never been to a spa, so you at least will not be battling against a set ideal."
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"Just so you know, I could resist this." She informs him, though she makes no attempt to move. Just in case he thinks petting is a magic off switch. That anyone could do this, and get away with it.
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"I gotcha," he says softly, his strong hands smoothing knots out of her back. He forms his hands into lobster claws and performs muscle lifts, working on stretching her back out.
"Man, I wouldn't wanna control ya," he says, his voice warm and gentle. "Yer fun the way ya are."
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"Ya can go to sleep if ya want," he murmurs.
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What?
This is definitely the best scritches ever.
"Tell me about your bending matches?" She asks drowsily.
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"Awright," he drawls, and slowly slides his thumbs down her back. "We had a match against the Rabiroos recently. I admit I underestimated their firebender, but one man--or woman, in this case--can't carry a team."
When he reaches the top of her hips, he lets his thumbs linger, using steady pressure before beginning a new stroke. His voice is deep and calm, with the proper narrative cadence required for telling a good story.
"But it was when I saw their firebender place her foot down wrong that I saw my chance. I sent my water whip out with a powerful punch, and struck her in the shoulder--followed by another strike to the gut. She dropped to one knee, and it was easy for Ming--that's our earthbender--to hurl one of his disks at her, and knock her out of the match. After that, we destroyed the other two."
He slides his hands back up to repeat the stroke two more times, moving farther to the sides--away from the spine--each time.
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With a fluid motion, he pulls his other hand near him and pushes the other away along her skin. They slide against each other in opposite directions, performing a twist. He starts moving up her back, repeating the stroke.
"What about ya?" he asks. "Are ya the brawler?"
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In her world, literally. Damn Mirror.
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"Agni," he drawls, shaking his head. "Are they excitin' cause of the challenge in 'em?"
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He reaches out and pinches her bottom, and then drags his thumbs along the arch of her foot.
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"They frown on many things here - eventually their faces will freeze that way." She snickers. "I, however, am practically puddle-esque."
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"Good," he purrs, kissing her wrist. "If ya melt completely, I can bend ya back together."
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"Does it?" he asks, his voice dark and smoky. "Do ya want me to take ya apart and put ya back together again?"
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Then he tackles her, tugging on her hair and turning her to bite her throat.
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Later, she tries to catch her breath, realizing as she presses somewhat dazed kisses into his shoulder that it was a really good idea to put that sheet down - there's oil everywhere.
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"How're ya doin'?" he asks through panted breaths and gentle neck nibbles, such a contrast to the bites he gave her before.
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"I feel glorious." She declares, more than happy to cuddle like an oversized housecat. "How about you - not too battered?
She gave just as good as she got, and the getting was awesome.
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"Mmm, I feel pretty damn fantastic," he purrs, stretching against her. He nips her ear and curls around Katya again, nuzzling her neck. "What do ya say to a nap?"
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She's seen his toy cabinet - even if she's worn him out for the day, she's pretty sure they can work around that.