Finally (attn: Sana)

[Arette]

It had been a wonderful evening full of laughter, stories and banter but Sahra had been able to participate only with half attention. The other half had been spinning delicious images of the naughty things she and Sana would be doing that night. And just been so bloody aware of him and how he moderated his drinking. Soon. The others were getting somewhat wasted already so she could get herself a real drink too. It might ease her nerves a bit.

 

When she declared her intention, she got demands to bring them all drinks, as if she still was the little bar wench she had been before becoming a Trainee. Glowering at them with mostly feigned annoyance, she stormed off to the bar keep. Half way strong arms caught her waist and she didn't even have to look to see who it was. Turning, she entwined her hands behind his neck and began to sway softly. "I hadn't forgotten." As if that was possible. It just had to be done properly and one thing was missing.

 

He leaned closer and was about to pull her tighter against him when she squirmed free and gave him a teasing grin. "I have a song request. Guess which?" They hadn't danced this particular tango since their first meeting as it had been reserved for this moment. When the guitar and violin begun to play, she pivoted back to him and strode to meet him, every step issuing a challenge.

 

Sahra Covenry

Tower Guard

 

OOC: The tango is this (but replace the accordion with violin in your mind):

[Arette]

The music began and even though he would have prefered to take Sahra upstairs, he wasn't about to ruin whatever expectation she had for him for the night.  He smiled as she began the dance and shook his head, wondering if there would ever be a time when Sahra wasn't so strongheaded.  He didn't think so and he could hope not.  He cared for her far more than he allowed himself to admit and he knew he'd have to face up to his emotions sooner than later, but Sahra was who she was and seeing her wait for his move made him smile in response to her challenge.  He walked calmly to her side, and without preamble, pulled her hard against him, moving them both with the music.

 

The reason why Sahra liked the Saldaean dances was because you moved more together than just one of you lead. And women had their own steps and bends and swirls; in fact, they moved more than the men. It suited very well the idea Saldaeans had of a relationship too: because the women were strong, the men had to be at least as strong, or the woman would have to restrict herself. That suited her idea of a relationship as well and Sana fulfilled the requirement more than well. He certainly didn't back down from a quarrel. She wasn't quite as sure how she felt about the Saldaean idea that women enjoyed getting spanked from time to time. On the other hand it could be... interesting.

 

Her thoughts were likely reflected on her face from the way he grinned back at her. She gave him a smoky look and leaned to nip his ear lobe hard. "What do you think I am thinking?", she whispered.

 

It was hard to keep himself at a respectable distance, even for a Saldean dance, when Sahra was so close to him now.  Close enough that if he tried, he could probably throw himself over his shoulder and sweep her upstairs if he wanted.  He didn't think she'd ever fight him on it from the looks she was giving him, but he wasn't entirely willing to bet the night on it.

 

She nipped his ear and his grin grew larger, her words adding to it.  "Hopefully that this dance leads out of this room at the end."

 

They did a fast swirl that drew some admiring cheers from the nearby tables and Sahra focused on his eyes to keep her head from spinning. The smouldering look wasn't much help and her stomach constricted with desire and anticipation. "That's a given", she replied with a husky voice. "But what I was really thinking were Saldaeans and their ideas of relationship. Would you dare to try and spank me and what would I have to do to provoke it?" Her mischievous look promised that she would likely go for it. "And how much would you enjoy it... if you could catch me?"

 

Sana threw his head back and laughed as they danced.  There were some things that had become off limits between him and Sahra over the years, some things that only recently had been brought out again, and some things that had been painfully teased about over the course of her training.  With the end of her training came an end to that torture.  Or the beginning of an all new set, he thought with a smile.  "When I catch you, I will most certainly enjoy it.  And so will you." He added as she began to spin out of his grasp.

 

He followed her movements, appreciating her form in the dance as he had never truly appreciated it before.  When she came back to his arms again, he held her tightly.  "And as for what you could do to provoke me, everything you do provokes me." His lips touched lightly on her ear.  "It always has."

 

Her laughter echoed his just out of the pure pleasure of being with him like this again. Sahra had missed it so much but it had been all her fault. Something that she wasn't going to think at all tonight. He was so right, she would enjoy it and she would make sure that he did too, more than he had ever before. But she wasn't going to think his women either. From now on there would be just one for him or she would have to kill him. Her eyes widened at his sweet words and she pressed her cheek against his and squeezed him tight. "Oh Sana", she murmured. "You have that effect on me too."

 

Pulling apart, she winked at him. "Catch me if you can. Two minutes lead and I will get us a room." She sauntered off to the innkeeper, dropped him some coins and got keys in return. She gave Sana one last look before running upstairs.

 

And she was out of his arms again before he could stop her.  One thing the last few years working with Sahra had taught him was that she was more slippery than a lionfish out of water but normally when she had something up her sleeve it was enjoyable.

 

He took a last drink and waited a moment before following to the good natured jibes of the people who had watched the two dance together.  The innkeeper told him which room he would find her in and he barely managed to keep from sprinting up the stairs.  Reaching the top, he went to the right door and knocked lightly.  He didn't want to ruin whatever she had planned by busting through the door if she wasn't ready.

 

Two minutes was a surprisingly long time when you were waiting for someone and suddenly Sahra found herself very nervous. She wanted him and he wanted her and she had had all kind of ideas for how it would go. But now when it was actually happening, the plans were eluding her and she felt clumsy. Should she undress or let him to do it? And should she be laying on the bed or sitting or standing? She had been supposed to give him a chase but she hadn't meant it quite literally. Then he was knocking already and she just stood there in middle of the room. "Umm... come in", she finally called. The awkwardness was over when she saw him. She stepped into his arms and simply kissed him.

 

It was the only thing that mattered to him, as he entered the room.  She was there and all the things that had come between them over the years were gone.  She was in his arms and he wrapped her tightly there, not planning on letting go.  Until he realized that he was going to have to because there were far too many clothes in the way.  He kissed her passionately, but just as she leaned into him, he pushed her back gently.  "You have too many clothes on." He teased lightly.

 

There was electricity when he touched her and she could feel the chemistry between them as their tongues dueled in perfect rhythm. She breathed him deeply and couldn't have enough of him. But as her hands begun to roam his shoulder and back, he separated them. She moaned in disappointment yet his words made her to smile. She pulled her shirt off her pants and directed his hands to cup her breasts underneath. "Mmm, maybe you should help me then." Grabbing the hem of the shirt, she jerked it over her head in one quick motion to give him a free access and view to her upper body. There was its own seduction in undressing slowly but she had always been an impatient one. She wanted to be under his touch so badly. She needed him and not just physically; they had waited for so long.

 

Sana & Sahra