Desideratum

[Asa]

"No one else? Or none that you thought could do a better job than yourself?"

There was a fine line between the two. It was one that Asa considered on more than one occasion as his eyes roamed the halls of Elysia. Once, he had even tried -- leaving the Domain in the hands of his Seneschal and Reeve for over a year.

He hadn't tried again since.

"Oh, no, little shrike."

His hand caught in her hair again and he pulled it. Exposing her neck and arching her back this time was less of a suggestion and more of a silent demand. The hand around her wrists pulled inward against her backside, pushing them closer.

"Now it's time to address my needs."

OOC

I'm good to end on your post!

[Mhairi Ankaa]

"No one else." Nathan was hardly ever around before he'd finally just left, and Morgan...Morgan Queen? The wisp hadn't known there could have been someone more terrified of being the one making the calls then herself. "Not then," and now with her once-paladin gone, following after Green, and the only other Autumn being Thomas, a hesitant librarian, who's mantle was greater then a few she'd seen, but still lesser then hers, untested in the fires of Sacramento..."And not now." She and Sasha, were the only ones who've been in Sacramento longer then a year. Mhairi didn't even know if any of the new Lost would be around in a month. She wouldn't, couldn't hand over Directorship to one of them. Not knowing that they wouldn't flake, and not knowing the truth of their allegiance. You could be loyal to your Season, and not be loyal to the Lost.

The soft chastisement, cuts through her thoughts and had the wisp's eyes sparkling with delight, anticipating just what would come next. She is not disappointed, as Asa's hand fists her bun, and pulls. Her lips part, the sparkle dims as the haze of desire drops her lids to halfmast. Already she can feel herself falling, and not just closer to warmth of the man under her.

That voice, and those hands, this man focused entirely upon her, even if his mind is upon his own pleasure, has the wisp softly opening and closing her mouth, soft puffs of air escaping, as she tries and fails to think of something clever to say.

Eventually she stops trying, her bitten lip, flushed skin, and half-lidded eyes speaking for her, as her mind tries to focus on now, the anticipation has it slipping away from her, remembering the last time they were together, and wondering how in the hell the rest of the night will go.