@toprotectandscrve (14c)
Her shoes were long long somewhere back down the hallway, likely parted on either side of the door that led to the private section of the quarters, but it wasn’t as if it mattered. His hands were slipped up beneath her dress as they gripped the mounds of her ass and squeezed at her thigh, hoisting her off the ground as she was pressed into the wall with breathy kisses.
It had all started so innocently -- or at least as innocently as impish intentions can be -- at the very least, what was occurring was not the intended outcome. Gemina had slipped onto his lap with every intention of embarrassing the prestigious knight among the Lords and Ladies of the court, knowing full well that even the smallest quiver in his lip or red on his face would elicit the desired laughter from the liquored-up party-goers. Yet she had not expected her own face to flush as she sat straddled to the side in his lap, swinging her glass around and teasing lewd language, but his sturdy hands had found their way to his hips and he’d rutted -- intentionally or not -- in just the right way to send a jolt of electricity down her spine.
Then came the touches, calloused and exploratory, feeling the cold flesh of her thigh beneath her dress where no one could what he was doing behind the stocked table of foods and spilled wines. Typically unbothered, Gemina found herself squirming against Walter’s lap as his warm breath traveled down the side of her neck before she’d realized she’d been beat -- somehow.
The moments that led up to the wall were far less memorable as they were; hurried dismissals and joyous laughter, challenges and compliments that shot off the tongue like arrows. Then -- the wall.
Her long, slender fingers found their way into his hair as her other rested and scratched at the fabric covering his ribs. No matter how close they were too each other, it didn’t feel like enough, even as his frame swallowed hers beneath it. With shoulders arching and pressing into the wall, Gemina pushed her hips against Walters with a breathy whine before speaking the first word she had since leaving the party; “Please.”
