gm: Poor Verhain lasts two days. He knocks on her door around midnight the second night.

Jess: She opens the door, not certain if her visitor is Verhain or Niall. Her face brightens at his sight, a knowing smile upon her lips.

gm: "I've come for my coat." He grins, leaning sideways in the doorway as if knowing how beautiful he is.

Jess: She opens the door wide, "Then come find it," she returns playfully.
Muirne has yet to prepare for bed, still donning an silk gown the color of her eyes

gm: He enters, ducking slightly.

Jess: Her hair is woven into an intricate braid, hanging down her back.

gm: He looks her over appreciatively. "I must have been cold today. I hardly remember you wearing that. It is a beautiful color. But perhaps it was covered by my coat?"

Jess: She bats her eyes, shutting the door behind him. "Perhaps." He finds the coat, neatly hanging over a chair in the corner of her room.

gm: He pretends not to see it. "I give up. Where have you hidden it?"

Jess: "It's kept me warm as I've slept. I hope you don't mind." she commented offhandedly. "It makes a wonderous sleeping gown."

gm: "I am jealous of my coat, then." Verhain watches her, eyes on fire, waiting for some sign.

Jess: She glides across the room, her skirt flowing about her bare feet, sitting on her bed. She pats the space next to her, "I hope that isn't the only reason you darken my doorstep this starry night."

gm: "I hope not, too." His expression opens into a grin, and he can't hold the arch act. He spins into the spot next to her, slipping an arm around her waist. "I would hope to kiss you, and make up for two days of winter chill."

Jess: She gave him a lazy smile, "Do you wait for a formal invitation?"

gm: He drops off the bed onto his knees before her, and puts his hands around her ankles. Moving slowly, feeling the whole lengths of her calves, her knees, her thighs, he lets his hands come to rest a mere inch from the heat between her legs. A few hairs there just barely brush his knuckles.

"I wait to see if you want more of me, or if one sort of pleasure is enough."

Jess: "I will taste your musk upon my lips and feel you throb between my legs." She meets his gaze with hers, eyes dancing with anticipation.

gm: He gives a languid, purely sexual nod, and he reaches behind her to pull her forward to the very edge of the bed, her gown lifted on his forearms. He leans forward, his breath moving those sensitive hairs, and finally puts his mouth over her sex to explore her with his tongue.

When she is moaning, he stands and deftly pulls aside the ties of his trousers and enters her.

His lovemaking, like the previous time, is full of fire, energizing, lively. Near the end he pulls out her her, looking almost regretful, and offers himself to her mouth.

Jess: She takes him slowly, deeply into her mouth, rising and falling with measured strokes

gm: He was near to the edge when she started, and she can feel him clenching his fist as his muscles tighten in an effort to stay longer. Muirne can sense just what movement of her tongue would break his resolve. She is completely in control of him for a moment.

Jess: With a flick of her tongue, she kisses the tip, eyes staring up at him. Just before he spills his seed, she climbs above him. "I'll have you where I can see your face."

gm: He throws his head back and lets her take him, the release almost instant as she mounts him. The throb of him is clear inside her, like the beat of a heart, or hoofbeats pounding.

He is, in fact, a quite pretty lad.

Jess: She watches with fascination and great interest as his face relaxes.

gm: He breathes deeply and evenly several times, almost as though sleeping. His eyelids flutter a few times, and finally open, searching for her face.

Jess: She peels her dress off without unmounting him.

gm: He smiles, enjoying the sight of her.

Jess: Her hands slide under his shirt, massaging his chest

gm: "Mmm," he sighs, and in his turn rubs his hands up and down the outside of her legs as she kneels above him.

Jess: She pushes his shirt up, kissing the place where his heart hides...

gm: In a moment of understanding, she feels he thinks he does not love her, but could easily do so, and he does not think that would be a bad thing if it were to come to pass.

"Such a price for a coat," he breathes. His eyes are deep and somnolent.

Jess: She opens his shirt and then reluctantly dismounts. "You think you've paid it in full?" she smiles, resting her chin on his chest.

gm: White drops of his seed decorate his belly where she pulled away from him, and she can feel more still hot on her thigh.

"I do not know. I began a trade for fair value, and I fear I have been led down the path."

He is sated. His hand is heavy on her flank as he kisses her muzzily.

"If there is more I have to pay, well... I pay it gladly."

Jess: She runs her hand through his hair, then, rising from his chest, regards him fondly. She leans over him, kissing each eyelid closed.

gm: He lets her do so, his hand winding in her hair but not so as to pull it.

Jess: "Will you stay tonight and warm my bed?" she asks, pressing her head into the palm of his hand.

gm: "Yes, please." He stretches his neck and yawns, and then pulls her up beside him.

Jess: She nuzzles him, intertwining her body with his. She listens to his breathing, and just as she begins to drift off, asks, "Say my name, Verhain."

gm: "Muirne," he breathes. It is invested with the connection between them, the touch of thigh on hip and hand on back and breast.

Jess: He can feel her smile, contented. Hers fits naturally against him.

gm: He is asleep in a moment. The heat of their union rises away from them, and Muirne's skin cools.