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@pxnxply "Well, yes." Beleg lounged on the bed, in what he would call an artfully dishevelled pose. He flicked a strand of hair from his face and grinned, mischief in his eyes. "It is not everyone who gets to sleep with a hero of legend. And renowned lover, I should add."
Lindir did not know what to say to all that.
It was rather disconcerting, being lost for words, but as he sat on the bed (wrapped in a blanket, consumed with a sudden need for modesty); Lindir found he couldn't quite compose a suitable response. All he could do was gaze like some lovestruck elleth at the sensual tableau provided by Beleg.
It wasn't fair.
"Mm, yes, well..." Come on Lindir, you're a poet, a wordsmith, you can do this. "It was certainly an experience to remember... you cleared my mind, opened my eyes to... a few positions I'd never before considered."
Fuck.
