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.
"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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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.