[The Kelp Bar] A Drink, In These Times Of Change (open)

[Sariana]

As the young man assaulted her body, biting and pushing and pulling all at once, Sariana bit her lip hard and closed her eyes. The sensations gripped her like a building storm, both creating sharp pain and a rush of pleasure all at once. Sounds of excitement escaped Leigo and she pressed her fingernails into his hips, letting the thick haze of alcohol numb her to the voice in her head that was disgusted at her. That small voice that wanted to believe love was a wonderful thing...the small voice of a romantic. Love was just an excuse to live as a shadow of yourself.

“Are you sure…that you’re a warrior? I’ve seen housewives with more… mhhmm… fire”

Sariana's blue eyes caught his, surprised by the smile on the man's face. It was a real smile, not something formed of spite or malice. Chuckling, the drykas shifted her hands to rest on the flat plane of his chest, shoving hard and pushing the young blond to the ground. She followed him down to straddle his waist, looking down at him from her vantage point as she lowered herself onto the hard pressure between her thighs.

"You can talk. I..." The brunette groaned as she leaned over him, thick tresses brushing his arm as it fell in a raven cascade off her shoulders, hilt's of her rapiers catching loose locks behind her.

"I've had...more excitement fighting glassbeaks." It was hard to focus on talking as the deep pleasure from their joining began to shoot through her being with each roll of her hips.

[Leigo]

As she fell over him, Leigo gazed softly up at her. She had spirit, he would give her that. That only made her a better playmate though. Anything beyond that was long futile. His throat refusing even to expose the sound of surprise he felt when she soared onto him, the boy heard himself vent the sounds of pure joy. However, he wouldn’t be held down by a woman – ever. Using his arms to push himself up a bit, Leigo wanted to toss the small girl to the side so he could have his way. However, his less than sober ways got him an exact opposite effect. Hand just under her arm, instead of tossing her away his other hand slipped causing him to pull her forward – to him. Strangely upset by the turn of events, he felt incredibly awkward, but strangely not worse than before. Everything still worked and the sounds of them conjoining filled his ears, chasing off useless things like thought and pride and reason. Before surrendering himself fully to her charms, Leigo reached out for one more kiss. Albeit lighter than it was supposed to be because of his tiring posture, it still felt good. Laying his head back on the ground, his hand led Sariana closer and closer.