„Then let me see how ticklish these hips of yours actually are.“
Her priestess raking her fingernails over her hips and the side of her waist, just the faintest whisper of a touch.
Minthara is flipping through a tome of the surface collected in regards to keeping her senses sharp when it came to speaking their language. She recalls even now having to read and write in their tongue before her own blooding of the noble ritual and aimed to keep her skills sharpened as ever. Minthara flips a page of the book resting atop her thighs as she sat perched within their shared bed. She should have known that something was amiss when the Vandree priestess came in to trek through the shredded parchments scattered across the floor in silence. Without her usual snark in order, the quiet was always an indication of mischief. The younger of the two raises an eyebrow and turns her head to peer past the pages of the novel. observing as she crawls across the plush of the bed before settling on her stomach near her hip.
Their eyes met and Minthara is quick to turn her eye back to the book balanced on her thighs. Despite her show of nonchalance, her focus was entirely skewed now that the Priestess was here. She could feel Illiamer's eyes still watching her and it's when she finally speaks that Minthara peeks at her again. It is almost a shy glance as her own red eyes flickered across her skin that was so much more richer in color than her own. Minthara's lips twitch and, "My hips are not-" Minthara jolts as a spark of shivering excitement bursts up her sides at her touch and suddenly the book is briefly forgotten as her hands scramble to close over Illiamer's, complete with a hushed outburst of, "Illiamer!" She can't help the amusement in her eye as she looks at her in a poor attempt at seriousness. Minthara inhales with the visible fight of her smile, "Stop." It was a command that was intended to be much more astute when she thought to say it. She even held her eye. However the small chuckle lining her tone helped nothing.
"No." She spoke again, this time unable to fight her own smile as Illiamer suddenly grins ear to ear and shifts up onto her hands and knees. Leaning over toward her in an ominous little prowl that sent shivers up Minthara's hips in anticipation of what was to come. The young Paladin closes the book with a small thump and scoots back toward the head of the bed with the lift of the tome with a weak threat to wallop her on the top of the forehead if she came any closer. "I said .. no! Illiamer!" And that was the instant with an undignified yelp of laughter Illiamer's hands grasps into the bend of her knees and drags her back down.