Zenos.

not at all. you get used to it after plenty of razing.

me.

the smell of embers is quite strong.

\Smug smirk. He finally lays her down, following atop her.\

have i ever mentioned your wiggles are quite adorable, love?

her head.

Possessive.

His tongue dips past their lips to play with hers, twirling and grazing against her tongue like it was his to entangle.

She wants that roughness? Then he shall simply have to claim her as his.

their lips.

A taunt. Typical of her... His nails dig at her skin, pulling her in closer despite their bodies already meshed against one another. His lips recapture hers in a more hungry kiss, no means of releasing her. The arm that bound her body into him raised to have his hand hold the back of

He thought to grant her the grace of being careful, like handling a delicate flower. She was so much more than that, even so, as she was the very warrior that felled him. But, this moment of intimacy would be handled differently. Perhaps.

But also, perhaps not, considering there was a break from

need we stand and end up on the ground once more? i am almost certain your face is wanting rest.

surely your head did not suffer from the fall as to have you refer to me as, "lil guy".

passion that roars within him the same. There was always ever that fire that grew for Amelia, whether it be for battle or something more.

Perhaps the exploration of this more was worth the wait. But no matter, he has important concerns before him, like enjoying their kiss with a light grin.

disappoint.

Zenos' lips press back into hers, enriched by the softness held against his own. His hand sits on her waist in a hold, a caress, a blanket gesture of acceptance to her, followed by his arm dropping from the table to curl it around her body. If this were to happen, he will allow her a

through is quite the spectacle in relation to it happening with him.

But he's not complaining. The outfit she wore told him the story of what could be, and perhaps that was something he should keep in the front of his mind, for now.

But no matter, he isn't one to dilly dally, nor work to

So strange, this position he's been thrusted into. Amelia Labwa, straddling his lap, chest to chest, her arms around the back of his neck to ensure closeness, and further, their lips planted upon one another. It was obvious where this was going the second she dropped her coat, but to see her follow

why ask? i already have everything i have ever dreamed to want. you, your love, and your care. why need for more when i have enough?

as if i would be anything else. i am willing to do anything for you, after all.

ah, skip the romance then. consider it done.

\Right onto his shoulder she goes. Butt pat.\

yes, my love?

.... lil guy?

i am quite knowledgeable, as you know.

it means boo hoo, or sad for you in a sarcastic manner. womp womp is commonly used when you wish to express that you acknowledge a hardship of another, but you yourself bear no investment emotionally in it and do not truly care so much for it to the point of it remaining comical to you.

womp womp.

womp womp.

:)

indeed you did. however,

\Grabbing her ankle to yank and knock her down.\

\Ive been roaming around, always looking down at all I see--

He accepts his fate, lying on the ground with a neutral expression.\

ow.

\Snickering.\

ow.

\Chuckling, more kisses.\

\Pulling both cheeks.\

\Setting her down. Another kiss.\

go on.