Completed Idle Hands

[Halul]

Uvogin's social ineptitude was not as prominent as one would believe. He was fully aware of Medja's teasing, playful nature and that the courtier wanted a reaction from the Immortal. Of course, he could have easily ignored her goading and left her disappointed (pleasing or displeasing others is a trivial thing for the Captain), but Uvogin was actually growing fond of Medja and her games. What is the harm in humoring her on occasion, he thought.

Uvogin leaned back in the chair and crossed one leg over the other. His stern expression, as rare as this was, relaxed.

"It is not becoming for those of our station to behave improperly," How far would she take it, he wondered.

"Though," he glanced at the open doorway that led to the hall, "as you know, this room is secluded."

 

[Medja]

Despite the captain's painfully transparent attempt at playing it cool, his blush betrayed his thoughts. He was enjoying himself, and a willing participant in the game. She had been attempting to get him to make the next move, but instead he simply checked. The safe play, to be sure, but the Immortal was probably getting in over his head. He had no idea the buttons that she was willing to push.

"Well, dear captain," She said coyly, taking flight momentarily. In one smooth, practiced motion, she oriented herself into a sidelong, seated position and took rest in Uvogin's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and bringing her face within inches of his. "That all depends on what one might define as...improper."

She leaned away from him a bit, still hanging upon him, and fluttered her lashes in a kittenish fashion.
"Though I'm quite certain I don't know what you're implying by pointing out how private this room is."

 

[Halul]

The captain was thrilled to learn that the courtier’s rear was, in fact, as soft as it appeared to be, and despite all attempts at keeping up his stoic facade, the man caved in and smiled. Well, one corner of his mouth raised in a weak attempt at one, anyway.

Without missing a beat, one of Uvogin's rough hands settled in the small of Medja's back.

"My improper thoughts," words like silk flowed forth from Uvogin; the man finally began to enjoy himself and let his guard drop. He allowed Medja to bare witness to a side that few would ever see, "are such that would bring your counterparts in court to an uncomfortable silence."

"Though I'm quite certain I don't know what you're implying by pointing out how private this room is."

"No," he hummed, his smile subtly growing wider, "I think you are fully aware of what I am implying."

 

[Medja]

A smile! Gods be damned, the captain smiled! This was turning out to be worth every bit of effort she had put forth and more. When she felt the strength and support of Uvogin's hand come to rest upon her lower back it dawned on the woman that she had actually put herself in a rather vulnerable position. The good captain was now practically cradling her.

Here she was in the arms of an admittedly handsome man, and she had finally gotten through the emotionless barriers he liked to put up. She couldn't help but feel the sudden, obvious swing from teasing to tantalizing. Medja looked Uvogin up and down, examining him carefully as she shifted her position and came to straddle him. The wraps on her arms, still wrapped behind the man's neck, began to fall free of their own accord, slowly moving back from her fingers to her shoulders.

"I think you are fully aware of what I am implying."

"Perhaps I am," She leaned forward, eyes level with his, her nose almost touching his. Her next words came as a quiet exhalation, the heat of her breath dancing across the Immortal's lips. "Perhaps you should imply away."

 

[Halul]

As the courtier shifted on his lap, both of the captain's hands grasped her waist. There was a rising excitement in the man, hot as steel, tempered by her breath that tickled his lips. He felt as the texture of cloth against the back of his neck was replaced by that of warm, soft skin. Fingers combed through the hair that hung over his neck, and the captain glanced down and watched as the bandages unraveled further.

"Neat trick," he muttered, his own breath carrying the aroma of rich coffee. Without wasting a second more and as if he were urged by her words, the captain closed what little distance remained between the two and drew the courtier into a tender kiss.

 

[Fieravene]

And it was right at that very moment that a dark figure made her way through the hall, silently en route to somewhere wholly inconsequential. All sound of movement muffled by the esoteric nature of her present armored ensemble, she traveled across tiled floors as soundless as a certain floating Courtier, but with markedly less glamour.

Upon passing by an open doorway she glimpsed two figures toward the back, and it took only a glimpse to know what sort of shenanigans were occurring. Backpedaling, the elf openly peered in, saccharine sneer leveling her dark features. Her red eyes landed upon the Vizier and the inamorato presently unraveling herself in his lap.

[Pinch her ass,] she mouthed at the man, gesturing with armored hands for extra measure before winking and being on her way.

 

[Medja]

Medja was, of course, oblivious to the silent advice offered by Fieravene. She was far too preoccupied in reveling in the triumph of getting Uvogin to make a move...and the surprising softness of the man's lips. Her eyes fluttered closed and she returned the kiss vehemently. Without taking her hands out from behind the man's neck, her wraps continued to work their way off, slowly spiraling neatly onto the floor at the couple's feet. Soon the courtier was bare down to her lower half, where the cloth was pressed between Uvo's thighs and herself.

The sorceress instinctively started to gyrate in the Immortal's lap, a long career of dancing rushing back to her. She did so slowly, deliberately, moving to the beat of unheard music from years past. In time her lips began to part and her tongue flicked lightly at Uvogin's lips, bidding him to return the gesture. Her hands moved up the back of the man's neck and into his hair, feeling gently through the soft, wavy locks.

By the Hundreds it has been too long.

 

[Halul]

It couldn't have been real. Through fluttering eyelids, Uvogin could have sworn he saw the dark elf's lithe figure in the doorway of his office mouthing gesturing some form of obscenity to him. There was no time to ponder it, however, as the delicate kiss he initiated regressed (or progressed, depending on who you asked) into something more ardent.

Uvogin would not be one to deny the sorceress of what she desired, and his lips did part at her behest. His hands, having been modestly placed on her waist before, now explored bare skin, his weathered palms exploring the curves and contours of her body before settling in the small of her back.

The woman moved with all the fluidity expected of a dancer. In his own right, the captain danced many a night himself, though the floor which he did so upon differed greatly. As her hips moved against his own, Uvogin's hands slid down her back and onto her rear. Conveniently, Fieravene's sultry expression and gesture flashed for a moment in his mind.

He pulled the woman tighter against him and squeezed firm, yet subtly plump flesh between his fingers.

 

[Medja]

The Ragashi woman yelped quietly as she was abruptly pulled forward in Uvogin's lap, then melted. She moaned softly into his mouth, tongue following shortly after to lash about with his. Every touch, every movement sent shivers down her back. Seemed he knew just where to grab, too...

After several minutes of grinding and kissing, working both Uvogin and herself as best she could through what little garments remained on her body (and all that remained on his), Medja came up for air at last. Through ragged panting she smiled and bit the corner of her bottom lip.

"You have far too much clothing on." She breathed, teasingly. Medja stood from Uvogin's lap and the remaining bandages on her legs fell away. Alongside those she had already removed they sprang to life anew and began dexterously removing the captain's attire. Within moments, he was as starkly bare as she was. Medja bit her finger at the view, a seductive smile curling slowly upwards.

"Don't resist..." She whispered as the wraps began to coil around Uvogin and move him to the floor, laying him down on his back. Once she had made certain he was comfortably prone, she stepped lightly over to his form and straddled him. She leaned close to his ear and whispered once more:

"This is going to be very...very...fun."