#kassama

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A letter slides under the door of Kassim’s little shop, smelling of bergamot and cinnamon.

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"You're beautiful when you're flushed and wanting," [tug] Kassama

I finally did it! This has been floating around in my head since you sent the prompt lol.

Nsfw, 18+, teasing, light bondage

It wasn't fair.  Kassim had her right where they wanted her, and there was nothing she could do but plead.  Well, she could always slip out of the silk scarf that bound her wrists together above her head, but that would be cheating.

To think that when Amaranth and Kassim had first met, her little whirlwind had been shy and timid. Now they had her panting and whining under their ministrations, just on the verge of full-on begging. Truth be told, she was proud.

Amaranth watched them, fully clothed and sitting between her thighs, looking very much like a cat toying with it's prey as they continued to run their hands over her bare flesh.  For what felt like an eternity they'd been touching her like this, expertly avoiding any touch that would give her real pleasure. Running their nails just along the outer edge of an errogenous zone. Using just slightly too little pressure. It was almost enough to make her wish they didn't know her body so well.  

Not that she was in an position to talk when this was almost certainly payback for the other night when she'd edged them for nearly an hour.

Kassim's hand ran over her hip, ghosting over sensitive nerves.  Amaranth squirmed to try to press against their fingers, but they responded by removing the contact altogether.  She gave a pathetic whine, biting her lip.  "Kass!" 

Yes, vehana? Their tone was casual with a hint of their amusement seeping through.

"Please, just touch me already!" There was the begging.

Isn't that what I've been doing?

Now, Amaranth started to pout, which made Kassim chuckle. They'd never seen her quite like this before. Normally they were so quick to give her exactly what she wanted.

Kassim shifted forward. As they did, the seam of their pants rubbed against her aching slit, causing her to gasp.  They held themself up over her, propped up on one arm while their other hand found itself in her hair.  Her cheeks were red. Her lower lip was slightly swollen from how much she'd been biting it.  Her eyes were filled to the brim with desire.

You're so beautiful when you're all flushed and wanting.

They pressed a kiss to her lips as their hand began to drift downward.  Perhaps they'd tormented her enough for one evening?

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@peaceful-kassim I hope you like it! Naturally, I borrowed dear Kass ❤️

The offense had been minor--nothing more than a faux pas, really--and the resulting annoyance brief. Still, the knowledge that they had done something to upset Amaranth hung with Kassim for the rest of their trip to the market. For her part, Amaranth assumed their withdrawal was a result of the trip. The market was fairly busy, and crowds tended to make the air magician uneasy. So, Amaranth did her best to finish the shopping quickly. Unfortunately, the resulting change in her behavior, namely her bruskness with those who tried to socialize with her and her fast walking pace, only made Kassim feel more like they'd upset her.

When the two of them returned to Kassim's cottage in the forest, Amaranth heaved a dramatic sigh of relief as she set down the bags she was holding and began to unpack them. As much as she loved being out among people, the comfort of being at home with Kassim was unparalleled.

"My love, what was that dish called?" she asked as she put spices away in the cupboard. "You made it last week. It had fish and..." Her hand twirled in the air as she tried to remember the ingredients. "Turmeric, I think? And peppers." Amaranth glanced in Kassim's direction and noticed the slight tremble in their hands as they unloaded groceries. "Kass?"

They didn't turn to her at first, continuing their chore. She crossed over to them and gently removed a bag of herbs from their hand. Her hands, warm as always, took Kassim's and she walked them back to the sofa. After settling herself into the cushions, she guided them onto her lap where she proceeded to run her hands over their arms and wait for them to tell her what was bothering them.

Looking into her honey-colored eyes, Kassim thought to themself that, had someone told them a year ago that they'd come to love someone whose first instinct was always to touch them--that they'd actually find it comforting!--they'd have thought that person out of their mind. But as she held them, they could feel her warmth reaching into them, encouraging them to confide in her.

I don't... I've never...been in a relationship, and I'm going to make mistakes... I just need you to tell me. I need you to talk to me.

As their voice sounded in her mind, their eyes met hers. Amaranth blinked a moment as she tried to figure out where this was coming from. "My love, is this about that woman from earlier?"

Vehana, I swear I thought she was just being kind! I didn't realize--!

Amaranth pressed a kiss to their lips, quieting them despite the fact that they weren't using their mouth to speak. After pulling away, she pressed her forehead to theirs. "I know, my love." One hand smoothed over their silver hair as the other rested on their chest where she knew the mark binding them to her to be. "Our hearts beat as one, remember?"

Kassim's hand came up to rest atop the one Amaranth had on their chest. The mark thrummed with magic in response to her touch, reminding them of their bond. How could I forget, Eros mai? They pressed a tender kiss to her lips, which she accepted happily. As tended to be the case with Amaranth, one kiss led to another, and another, until the groceries were all but forgotten.

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