Completed Swelter {Orion}

[Hadyn Skellig]

Spring 513 15th Day 21st Bell Hadyn was not going home alone tonight. A surprising (albeit pleasing) turn of events brought her into the company of one Orion Michaels. And as luck would've had it he was amenable to following her home. Thankfully she wasn't drunk enough to forget her way back. Shoving her hands into the shallow confines of her trouser pockets, the woman glanced sidelong at her companion as they walked. She lived close enough to stumble in at all bells of the night but kept her pace measured. The moonlight was thin and silvery tonight, casting shadows across the stones. Their steps were not alone but there seemed very few on the road this evening. The din from the Stallion died quickly as they continued. It took her strongest will to resist pushing him against into a dark corner and tasting his lips - something she'd been wanting to do since they first sat down together. Her fingers ran across the smooth curve of the key nestled in her pocket. She wasn't particularly concerned whether he found her place tidy enough. Far as she knew he probably wasn't living much larger than she. Turning to a nondescript door in the wall, Hadyn cast a grin to her companion. "Excuse all the clutter." Wasn't much of an apology but she unlocked the door and bade him enter anyway. It was tiny, as most apartments suited for single laborers were. But it was made smaller by the piles of scrolls and manuscripts lining the walls and piled on the narrow table. She quickly lit the lantern, casting the room in a warm shadowy glow. Not much in the way of personal affects, aside from the parchment everywhere. A bed against the far corner, a trunk for clothing. Five charcoal etchings hung around the room, four of her brothers and one of herself. The low light made detail impossible. Closing the door behind him, Hadyn turned and leaned against the wood, tilting her head back, her eyes watching him with unmasked intrigue. "Your superiors won't miss you for the night, right?"

[Orion Michaels]

He would call it unexpected, but it was hard to anymore. He'd met a rather beautiful woman at The Stallion, and by playing hero, though he was far from one, they'd had playful banter, seductive looks, and booze. It all culminated in a little drinking game that led to their arrival at one Miss Hadyn Skellig's apartment. Somehow they'd managed to arrive, despite all their stumbling and bumbling. Even more surprising was that they'd actually made it to her place. The lusty expressions and inebriated feelings were nearly enough to make Orion drag her into a corner and have their fun there.

"What a mess," he deadpanned, a half grin on his face. Her place was fairly cluttered, not too terribly much room, but that was the life of most in city. As she lit the lamp, the squire began to move about the small room, his gait slow and deliberate. In did his eyes take the etchings, a little glimpse into the woman behind the drink, the complete lack of etiquette, and girlish flirting. It was difficult to see with any level of detail, but considering the condition of the rest of the living area, he assumed their importance. In reality, though, it didn't matter. It wasn't what he was here for.

Orion sat the sheath and it's blade on the ground beside the bed before helping him to a seat on her sleeping place. The true answer to her question would be a mood kill. In reality, his superiors would take great exception to his decision. Not coming home, not returning back to the dorms, it wasn't going to be looked on with favor. He'd been given a curfew because...well, because of things like this. With a gorgeous brunette and several mugs of spirits inside him it was nothing to worry about, however. Dinah could reprimand him and punish him later.

"I know I won't miss them," he said, licking his lips in almost anticipation. "Why so far away?" His inquiry was matched with a mischievous smirk as he looked down to the bed beside him. No more small talk. She'd said it herself, and he'd reflected her feelings. This wasn't about feelings. This wasn't about getting to know each other, but in the most primitive of ways. "Unless you had something else in mind. I'm open to creativity."

[Hadyn Skellig]

Her laugh echoed about the confines of the room. Setting the key on the rickety table near the door, the blacksmith moved slowly toward her companion. His response to her question was pleasing, but not nearly as pleasing as his body seated on her bed. Before she reached him, Hadyn paused to languorously unfasten the ties of the brown vest. She stood just out of reach of his hands, pulling the strings with a grin. He looked absolutely delicious sitting there and it was all she could do to avoid leaping upon him. With the ties undone the brunette pulled the soft leather vest off, dropping it unceremoniously to the ground. Freed from the form fitting vest the long shirt was free to drape across her torso. It was, in fact, a man's tunic but she was limited in her fashion choices. The russet material slipped down one shoulder without the vest to secure it, exposing a freckled shoulder and delicate collar bone. Hadyn kicked the doeskin boots off, her stockings a light grey beneath the slim trousers. Having made herself comfortable, the woman approached Orion with a devious smile. Without so much as a by-your-leave she straddled his lap, one arm draped across his shoulder, the other brushing loose strands behind her ear. There remained a negative space between their pelvises, her behind resting against his knees as she moved close to him, her lips against his ear. "I hope you're as good as my lady friends rave," she whispered, her tone playful. She sat back to watch him, admiring the well chiseled face that she was moments from engulfing with kisses.

[Orion Michaels]

Orion smiled appreciatively of her little teasing display. It was tantalizing, surprisingly seductive, considering what she was wearing underneath it, and it filled the squire with even more desires. What was apparent, is that she was either a natural, or she'd done this a time or two. He didn't care which it was, and honestly, they didn't need to be mutually exclusive things. It was all the better for him no matter how one looked at it. Deep blue eyes danced over her frame as she began a figurative dance of her own.

No complaints came from Orion as she pushed herself against him, any need for invitation had long since come and gone. His hands immediately found the small of her back, sliding underneath the course fabric of her tunic to meet skin with skin. Firmly he held her there, closing his eyes as her lips neared his body. Shivers ran up and down his spine as her warm breath tickled the inside of his ear. It was a feeling which never grew old.

"You'll be please to hear that I'm better." He leaned forward, brushing his puffy pink lips gently against her exposed collarbone, leaving behind a trail of kisses leading along her flesh, moving up to her neck. There his travels paused as he took the skin just under her jawline roughly into his mouth, but only for a moment, as he released, leaving her skin red from his advances. "Besides, you're the lucky one here. Any expectations I have are of my own creation." Orion pressed his lips against hers, tongue briefly exploring her taste before retreating into his mouth. All the while one of his hands slid from her back around to her inner thigh. He had to have this woman.

[Hadyn Skellig]

Hadyn tilted her head back as his lips advanced up her neck followed by a swift intake of breath as he bit the skin. She turned to look at him as he spoke, a smile pulling her lips but smothered as he kissed her. Her own tongue advanced as his retreated, a hand slipping into his hair as she pulled him closer to her body. It wasn't as fervent a kiss as she intended, mostly because he was far too clothed for her liking. Pulling away from his advance the woman narrowed her eyes with a frown. "Can't imagine how we're t'carry on witch'ya all dressed up an' such," her voice was slurred by inebriation, the accent she'd done well to mask arising from the recess of childhood memory to taint the sentence. It was a slow accent, clipping the end of words and meshing others together - the poor folk's language. Hadyn learned to adapt her speech to mimic that of the wealthier Sylirians. But in her drunk and lustful state the accent reared its neglected head. She pushed against his shoulders, enjoying the feel of his muscles beneath his vestments. Her intent was to have him lying upon the bed, so she knelt on all fours above him and she could do away with the rest of both their clothing. Hopefully he would be a good sport and not protest at this show of dominance. She licked the lips he'd recently been intimate with, his taste lingering in her mouth. She wanted more of Orion Michaels. Much more.

[Orion Michaels]

A soft sigh escaped his being as her hand ran through and grabbed his hair, body tensing as she pulled him in tight. His right hand moved from her lower back, almost as if on command when she suggested he was far too clothed. He couldn't disagree, and he didn't need to be told twice. "I can easily say the same for you, Missss Skellig," he replied, his own words matching in her slurring. While his words mixed and matched, he could claim no accent as Hadyn. An upbringing with a relatively well off father had him in fairly privileged living conditions. Her words weren't lost on him, but nor did they matter.

He protested not when she pushed him down. He cared not who was in charge, only that his concupiscence was satiated. His hands freed her, if for a moment, so he could lean up to quickly pull his simple white tunic from over his head, the flutter of fabric filling the room, if for a moment, while it floated to the ground behind her. He was a tad on the scrawny side, though his knightly training was already starting to show marked improvement. Still, he looked like someone really put him through the wringer. His body was bruised and battered, dark marks adorning his body from the workouts he'd done and from where training weapons had taught him many lessons on properly defending oneself. More visible than any of those, however, was the dark red scar which ran horizontally across his chest, a quarter of the way down his frame. He showed no shame of his condition, instead looking at her with desire, and a certain amount of disdain for her clothing.

Without a word, his hands reached back up, sliding initially around her waist, grasped the edges of her tunic, and drew her top up slowly, exposing inch after inch of smooth skin to the small room and his coveting gaze. With a barrier between their bodies vanquished, his slender fingers trailed back down her back, stopping to link the middle, while he admired, lusty eyes burning, the sight before him. He moistened his lips again before pulling her down so that their passions could lock again, engulfing her mouth in a sloppy, thirsty kiss before releasing her to do as she pleased.

I'm kicking myself for missing this girl.. Even in a drunken state, he recognized the absurdity of them not running into one another before this evening. Perhaps a higher power was at work to make a fated meeting all the more steamy. He pushed those thoughts aside to lose himself again in those deep brown eyes.

[Hadyn Skellig]

Hadyn reveled in the sight of his bare flesh before her, the bruises and marks a testament to his journey to knighthood. She made it her personal business to become well acquainted with his body before the night was through. She had her own scars, now on display before him but they were much older than his. Mishaps with the furnace, accidents in childhood. Nothing particularly disfiguring but she was hardly a blank canvas. He pulled her down for a warm kiss after he removed their shirts, her breasts pushed against his chest as he claimed her mouth. But he released her soon after and she took her leave, trailing kisses down his neck slowly. Her lips moved across his collar bone and down his chest, memorizing the intricate pattern of scars and bruises. As she moved to his sternum, her back arched, giving him a tantalizing view of her bottom as it rose over his legs. Her lips were disrupted by the occasional bite, which she soothed with her tongue, running it across his skin before returning to kissing. Moving back to his neck one more, the blacksmith sat up, seating herself comfortable just below his belt line. She smiled at him, the thick braid sliding over one shoulder to cover her left breast. As far as a womanly shape was concerned Hadyn was not lacking. Her cleavage wasn't exactly the stuff of brothels but her breasts were full and curves supple. By now her hair was partially free from the plait, dark waves glinting a myriad of chestnuts, auburn and mahogany in the low light. The passionate expression on her face might've even made her chuckle were she not so intolerable drunk. "The more y'stare, the more I want to petch the daylights outta'ye," she purred, her dark eyes captured in his blue. Her hands rested just south of his shoulders, giving him a fine view of her torso all the way to her still clothed legs.

[Orion Michaels]

It seemed that everyone’s body told their own tale. His was a tale of a man becoming a warrior, while in her curves, Orion saw magnificent stories. A woman not bound by any assumptions or expectations of her gender. Scars and markings painted her flesh, and it intrigued him quite. His trained eyes and mind could recognize scars caused by cuts, horrible scrapes, and the burns he would associate with her profession. He gingerly brushed the tips of his fingers over the long forgotten burns, as though they would still hurt under his touch.

He closed his eyes and leaned back his head as her lips began a journey to discover his body. Each time her lips teased his chest a tingling sensation ripped through his being, the lovely pink flesh exploring downwards in a pattern unpredictable. His hands slid to run through and grip her hair, tugging gently, but never guiding, only there to follow her in their shared experience. To say he was pleased when she arched her back was an understatement, though it quickly made the pants an annoyance he would need to deal with most hastily. He gasped audibly as she bit the first time, grasping her brown locks harder, but the moans she elicited were nothing but encouragement to her actions.

Again, she was sitting there straddling the doctor turned squire, looking down at with barely shown containment. The curves and looks she presented before him were all nearly too much. Blue eyes widened as she presented herself, really getting a good look at her for the first time. “Miss Hadyn, I might understand just why you dress in those men’s clothes.” His hands released her head, sliding down across her neck, shoulder, and chest before finally resting on her hips. “You’ve be fighting off men left and right with curves like these.” Then she spoke, her accent growing thicker and thicker, and it was more than Orion could take. Right now, everything was irresistible about her.

He shifted his weigh to throw her to the bed and roll over on top of her. “If you want to petch me, then why are you taking so long?” He paused for a long moment, straddling the auburn haired vixen, drinking up every inch of her imperfectly perfect frame, before he buried his lips on her neck but began a slow decent downwards as he carefully tasted every little part of her as he made his way downwards. His journey paused as his soft lips reached her navel. At the same time his hands began fumbling with her pants, quickly making short work of anything restraining him from removing them. Now kneeling down between her legs, Orion removed the slim trousers slowly, eyes peeking up at her from just above her hips. The wanting look on his face betrayed him any hint of innocence, but all that mattered is the agonizingly slow battle to join this woman in an evening of pleasure was about to end, and something so much better was soon to begin.

[Hadyn Skellig]

Orion was no stranger to a woman's body and Hadyn was increasingly appreciative of his capabilities. His touch and movements were honed from past experience but he clearly took pleasure in getting to know her, his fingers running across her skin. She would do her best to keep her back from his view, the long scar across her spine always cause for alarm or question. She didn't feel like answering for the years old etching in her back. Not tonight when they were here only for the purpose of carnal gratification. After flipping her onto the bed, the squire took his time exploring her flesh. Hadyn's body arched as he moved tortuously slow down her torso, one hand resting at the back of his head, the other grasping the bed cover. She let him continue his ministrations, eyes closing as he removed the britches. Draping her calves over his shoulders, she gave him a slight pull when he looked up at her, encouraging him to proceed. He already had her body yearning for his touch, her lips moistened as she lay bare before him. It'd been some time since she'd had a man in her bed. Work was her priority and as much as she loved a late night petch it couldn't come between her job. As such, these past weeks saw the blacksmith turning down potential bedmates. Orion was the first in a while that convinced her she needed this more than sleep. Besides, she didn't have to be at Sultros till the twelfth bell tomorrow. And she anticipated they would have each other several rounds this night. Her desire for him increased with each chime in his presence. He knew well how to lure a woman with his charm and wit. But the personality beneath was the real hook that caught her. She honestly liked him. Of course, his well built body and experience in bed was also a factor. Her body opened before him, her ankles gently guiding him toward her as she cast her head back, waiting with heady breaths.

[Orion Michaels]

It'd been too long since he'd crawled into bed with a beautiful woman. His usual stomping grounds were somewhat off limits, and he'd been nothing but lucky to get away with going there tonight. Things had gotten a little..awkward..the previous season due to an encounter with an employee there, but he seemed to have figured out how to avoid crossing paths. Even if they'd been there tonight, it wouldn't have mattered, because he couldn't see anything this evening but the dark brown eyes and curvy body of one Miss Hadyn Skellig, beautiful smithy of Syliras.

He flashed her a wicked grin as her legs encouraged him to continue. She was nearly trembling underneath his gaze, and it was a fulfilling expression to see on her face. She wanted him, badly, and lucky for her, the feeling was more than mutual.

The first kiss gently brushed her inner thigh as his hands slipped to gently rub her outer legs. So soft, so smooth, and so delicious. He slowly moved his lips over to the same spot on her other thigh, tarrying only long enough to look up and make eye contact before he touched lips to skin. His fingers dug softly into her flesh as his teeth grazed against her body. Warmth and desire radiated from her passion, and at her suggestion, and at her guidance he moved closer. Trails of kisses alternated legs as he drew near, his right hand slipping from her leg to join him in his adventure. He paused, warm breath teasing her as he waited, teasing her, knowing she wanted him to do nothing more than continue. Orion could feel her legs push against him, trying to drive him to meet her flesh to flesh, and he only made her pine for it a moment more before he lowered his head and slipped his fingers.

Deftly did his tongue flick, and expert fingers disappeared into her warmth again and again, encouraged by moans and a body writhing beneath his touch. This woman was his now, a slave to his manipulations, strokes, and movements. At least for this evening's events. His pace would quicken, slow, and change again and again as he drove her closer and closer to the edge, and he would keep going until he sent her screaming off of it.