Recent content by Kilien Basmarc

"That's ... the best idea-" broken by a long, drawn-out yawn, "you-you've ever had." What was the comfort of a bed and the warmth of a bedmate for if not to luxuriate? Not that it was the most comfortable bed he'd ever slept on, but he'd slept on far, far worse. With a sniff and a grunt, he...

He was awake, but only just barely enough to comprehend her words and make words in return to answer. The encroaching warmth of her as she snuggled over him and the sensation of her fingers along his back were enough to wake any man from a dead slumber. Another humming resounded in response...

Soon was a very figurative word. Kilien had dressed himself loosely--pants, tunic, boots left untied--to make his way back downstairs with water jug in hand as promised. But he did not stop at the inn's tavern area. Instead he stole outside into the night air for a walk that would take him down...

It would only take a pinky for her to stop him. Not even, he thought. Just a word. A wrong look. A tensing of her spine. Quickening of her heart. She pulled away and his grip loosened immediately. Never would he ever want her to have any negative association with his touch or presence. Not...

"Ohhmm-" he rumbled in reply, burrowing under her jaw to gently kiss and nibble his way along her neck, "I'm sorry..." He wasn't sorry. Not one bit. Kilien distinctly recalled the level of smugness that welled up within him the moment King noticed the marks before and the shit-eating smirk and...

His smile widened even more, a dolefulness overtaking his expression while she continued to speak such lovely things. Whatever you wish to learn or answer, I want to make sure it happens. Felt his heart twinge, his eyes crinkled, his chest felt tight with adoration. How did he get here...

It wouldn't be the first time he'd managed to harangue her into his mischief. He'd even gotten her to cut class once or twice. Hard won each time but completely worth the effort in the end. Now if only he could convince her to cut Vel Anir entirely. Surely he could make it worth her time...

Gods she was adorable. Being all thoughtful 'n stuff. An stubborn, but also thoughtful. "If you think-" Kilien loosed his grip on her arms, alligator-rolling himself until he was facing her, head flopped on her pillow so close their noses were touching, "that I'd let you hog every waking minute...

"I do," he nodded, another yawn breaking through, "but not enough to make that fekkin' climb twice in one day." Kilien snorted. It wasn't the walk that deterred him, it was simply the idea that making it twice in one day when once for the event was enough could suffice. He liked to call it...

"Yer jes so comfy..." Kilien murmured, muffled by further nuzzling. He could, of course, be commanded to make room, doing so sluggishly and with a yawn wide enough to let his canines glint in the candlelight. Still in tunic and breeches, he settled in beside her and stretched to the side to move...

This... Was goddamn heaven. A warm pillow made out of a beautiful woman. A soothing voice reading folktales to him that made him think...and then dream of home among the clan. Fingers combing and scratching through his hair. "Do you not think, Killy?" Was met with a gentle snore. He'd dozed...

Welcome back!

"Noh," Kilien furrowed his brow at the implication of something so crude, drawing a hand over her shoulder to rub at her upper arm in an attempt to comfort the beast she had within herself. "I don't want to devour you," a shake of the head, "I want to savor you. There's a difference." Sure...

The request brought his affections to a sudden halt. Not for what she asked (she'd already cashed in on that shocking reverie earlier) but for how she asked it. He frowned, cringed, and tried to smile through it as he let her go and lifted his hands to either side of her head, "Oh my dangerous...

"I swear it is..." he grinned, a chuckle joining her own small laughs, and squeezed at her hip for good measure. Eyes closing against the touch on his face, Kilien leaned into her hand, his own along her neck coming to rest, to draw small circles at the base of her skull with his thumb. When...