[ He knew that she was sharp, tactful, and witty. However, he does love being able to see her in action, watching her mind work things out even as they linger a little in the feel of what they'd just finished doing. A soft sound leaves him at the loss of her body around him, but that is answer enough. As she fixes her hair, he'll tuck himself away and lace up his pants.
There's no hesitance at the command that follows, to tie her up. His hands settle at her front for a moment, and at first it might seem like he's going to tease or play with her breasts, but instead while he does touch, he settles them properly back into her gown before carefully pulling her dress back into place so he can tie her up. Attention to detail, fixing her so it won't look like the top of her dress was ever loosened. There is the softest kiss to the bitten shoulder before it's hidden underneath the shoulder of her dress and it is then tied with almost the same precision of a maid tying up her mistress.
He watches her cut her foot on the stones, seeing where her mind had taken what they would use as an excuse to cover their actions and why it had taken so long to return. He moves to kneel at her feet, hand catching her foot though after a moment he shifts slightly so his shoulder is near her head. Shifting his shirt a little, he offers her flesh. ] Bite. It will not be pleasant.
[ He doesn't wait too long for her to follow instructions either, expecting her to follow directions to muffle any sounds of pain she might give. His hands grip her ankle, hands squeezing her carefully but in a strong grip. It's a quick motion of his hands that twists it. Though after a moment he'll shift his hands a little not to twist again but in a bruising enough grip to mark the mark of hands and make it more look like she caught on a root or a vine and it wrapped around her and twisted it. Once done, he'll rest it very carefully over his knee to elevate it, any bite she may have done to his shoulder taken with a low intake of breath because the pain is nothing compared to what he's had her do to her ankle. ] Tripped on the wet rocks or boar surprised us?
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There's no hesitance at the command that follows, to tie her up. His hands settle at her front for a moment, and at first it might seem like he's going to tease or play with her breasts, but instead while he does touch, he settles them properly back into her gown before carefully pulling her dress back into place so he can tie her up. Attention to detail, fixing her so it won't look like the top of her dress was ever loosened. There is the softest kiss to the bitten shoulder before it's hidden underneath the shoulder of her dress and it is then tied with almost the same precision of a maid tying up her mistress.
He watches her cut her foot on the stones, seeing where her mind had taken what they would use as an excuse to cover their actions and why it had taken so long to return. He moves to kneel at her feet, hand catching her foot though after a moment he shifts slightly so his shoulder is near her head. Shifting his shirt a little, he offers her flesh. ] Bite. It will not be pleasant.
[ He doesn't wait too long for her to follow instructions either, expecting her to follow directions to muffle any sounds of pain she might give. His hands grip her ankle, hands squeezing her carefully but in a strong grip. It's a quick motion of his hands that twists it. Though after a moment he'll shift his hands a little not to twist again but in a bruising enough grip to mark the mark of hands and make it more look like she caught on a root or a vine and it wrapped around her and twisted it. Once done, he'll rest it very carefully over his knee to elevate it, any bite she may have done to his shoulder taken with a low intake of breath because the pain is nothing compared to what he's had her do to her ankle. ] Tripped on the wet rocks or boar surprised us?