Completed Target Practice (Jorin Ertihan)

[Rinya]

Day 38, Season Fall, 513 AV

Rinya watched in silence as Jorin imitated her maneuvers over her the bow. Rather, her eyes seemed stuck on his arms. They were straining from the workout, and Rinya almost felt guilty. She should have worked him into the archery a little more slowly. She knew how his arms must feel, burning and weak. But Jorin never did anything by half and repeated the steps twice more before he gave in.

"I... I think I'm done for tonight," he admitted, as he rubbed his sore arms. "But, I mean, you did promise that I'd get one kiss."

Jorin’s grin sent her heart straight into her stomach. He looked like he was looking for trouble, and she had no doubt that he was aiming that sort of trouble her way. She stood frozen, as Jorin approached her, wrapping his arms around waist much like he had earlier. She didn’t resist, there were several reasons not to. She did promise him a goodnight kiss for one, and another was she wanted him to kiss her. All things considered there was nothing wrong with wanting that from him.

As Jorin leaned in to kiss her, his right hand brushed against her skin of her neck, sending shiver throughout her body. But it was a simple kiss. The same kind that melted her on the spot; and Rinya couldn’t stop her hands from coming up to frame his face. She loved the way his scuff scratched against her palm. She loved the way he kissed her like she was the only person in the world. She loved… well him.

She wasn’t able to list everything about his childhood, or his parents. His favorite food, or his favorite poet. She wasn’t able to claim to even seeing him act on stage yet. But she knew his determination, his gentle heart. She knew how much acting meant to him, and how he never gave up on anything he deemed important. And she could feel it across the bond. The feelings he had for her. Rinya seriously considered even if it didn’t last between them—it was worth it to feel it now.

Something shifted in him—around him. One moment he was completely tender, intent on showing her his feelings. And in the next his grip became tighter, and the kiss that melted her insides shifted. It moved across her skin, robbing her of breath as usual. Rinya was only half surprised though at this point. Ever since the hospital every kiss they had flared with desire to some extent. But even with the desire between them, Rinya could still feel it. His love.

Rinya wasn’t even entirely aware of Jorin steering her from her stationary position towards his door. As Jorin’s hand shifted to her buttocks, Rinya gasped against his lips, which if she was honest with herself sounded suspiciously like his name. Her left hand slid from his face to the back of neck, gripping him to her tightly as her right hand slipped down between them to come to a stop over his heart. Even consumed by him, she enjoyed the feeling of his heart against her hand. Beating as wildly as hers was.

Rinya wasn’t entirely sure how, but her foot hooked over her other and she lost her balance. Or would have at least if Jorin didn’t have such a grip on her. But it was enough to cause her lips to separate from his. A moment long enough to realize that technically she only promised him one kiss. Just one. Looking up at him from beneath her lashes Rinya tried to catch her breath. He looked incredibly handsome completely out of breath like she was. So she made a split second decision.

”Petch it…” She growled, sliding her hands up to his shoulders. In a swift movement that generally she would have never pulled, Rinya leaped up, wrapping her legs firmly around his waist. She let her arms wrap around his neck, firmly pressing her lips back to his. Her entire body ached in way she had never felt before him. But it wasn’t at all the painful kind. She knew if she let it, it would fade. It had before, but Jorin just always seemed to relight the feeling. Stronger every time.

[Jorin Ertihan]

Season of Fall, Day 38, 513 AV

The fire of the kiss was quickly stripping Jorin of what little logic he had left. There were really only two things that ran through Jorin's head and his heart. One was that he loved her. The other was that he wanted her. And they existed, like twin pillars of fire, inside him side-by-side. All other thoughts were banished into the void, and any part of him that might have stopped to wonder if this was a good idea was ruthlessly excised.

When they had just crossed the threshold of his door, Rinya tripped and only Jorin's grip was able to prevent her from going to the ground. However, the sudden jolt broke the contact of their lips and Jorin couldn't suppress a groan. Petch it! And he only got one kiss tonight.

Jorin's heart was beating like a war drum, and as he opened his eyes, and he noticed Rinya's flushed expression and breathless state. Her emotions flared and spasmed across the bond, telling him how much his kiss had affected her. He took comfort in knowing that, at least, she felt it too. He was about to lean in and try to steal a second kiss from her when she suddenly growled, "Petch it...", put her arms on his shoulders, and jumped up to wrap her legs around him and crushed their lips together again.

Jorin's reaction was immediate. Before his brain could catch onto what was happening he'd put both his hands on her buttocks to support her against him better as he kissed her vigorously back. He had not expected her to initiate this second kiss but petch if he was going to waste this gift she was giving him.

Jorin walked the two of them over to his bed, and sat them down on it, and gently laid Rinya down so that her back was on the bed and he was kissing down on her lips. He quickly kicked off his shoes and then leaned into the kiss more, both their emotions racing across his skin like a swarm of ants, but not in an unpleasant way. This kiss was even more intense the the one before. The fire was like a fever, burning away his inhibitions and leaving only his love for Rinya and his desire to make her his own in every way.

As his lungs burned, Jorin tried desperately to hold onto the kiss. But eventually he had to release it, gasping big mouthfuls of air and feeling his blush go all the way down his neck. Jorin felt hot all over his body, the heat so intense that, without thinking, he withdrew his hands from Rinya, reached down and grabbed the hem of his shirt. With one fluid motion he peeled the shirt off his body.

Jorin's eyes had almost a wild look to them as he looked down at his mate. Her hair was tousled, and she had not changed from the hunting clothes she'd worn to the range. Still, as he looked at her, he still could only think of how beautiful she was. And how sensual. She was all smooth curves and elegant lines, no sharp edges anywhere. An artist's dream. And he couldn't help but think how he was the luckiest man in the world, to have a woman like her in love with him.

He leaned down and started to attack Rinya's collarbone with hot kisses, his hands going to her waist and abdomen. After a few moments, he looked back up at her, and gave her a strained smile.

"Kind of hot in here, isn't it?" he commented, voice thick. Then he picked her up and deposited them both a little more comfortably on the bed, and resumed kissing her collarbone, and up and down her neck.

[Rinya]

Day 38, Season Fall, 513 AV

There were no normal circumstances for Rinya to go by. As soon as she jumped into his arms, part of her wondered if Jorin would allow it. She had never been so bold before, and if it shocked her, it must have shocked him. But if he was, he certainly took it all in stride. He caught her like he read her mind, and then he moved. The vertigo and lack of oxygen made her head spin, especially as he laid her back. The effect had caused them to separate again, and this time Rinya actually whimpered. It would have caused her to be embarrassed actually if she didn’t want him to come back to her so badly.

If he heard her, he didn’t say anything. Didn’t need to really, because he was kissing her again and there was little else that mattered. Rinya buried her fingers into his hair, pulling gently on the strands as she tried to keep up without breathing. But they were burning too quickly through each other, and Jorin pulled away. Rinya suppressed the urge to whimper again. There was no air in the room, she was certain of it. Jorin drew away even further, and for a moment she panicked. Did she do something wrong?

But Jorin moved with purpose, and his shirt came off in the blink of an eye. And Rinya froze. She had only seen him shirtless once before, but she had been so busy being jealous that she had completely ignored the fact. Rinya felt her mouth go dry. Again she really didn’t understand Farline. But that was her loss, and Rinya was more than thrilled to have her chance. But even as she admired him, breathless and flushed, she could feel a twinge of nervousness in her chest. She could feel how easy it would be to just continue down their path—after all she had initiated it—she could feel herself starting to over think things.

Instead of returning to her lips, Jorin began to plant kisses across her collarbone and she could feel the nerves press back. Jorin kept her distracted—or maybe it was calm. She wasn’t sure if things were clearer with him, or foggier. Rinya felt her breath catch in the back of her throat. At the moment it didn’t really matter, her fingertips came up of their own free will and pressed lightly against chest, over his heart at first before trailing down slowly to his stomach. She had wanted to touch him like this earlier as he stood ready to shoot the bow. Really she wanted to touch him everywhere, but she couldn’t phrase the words.

"Kind of hot in here, isn't it?"

Rinya looked up from his chest at his eyes. There were many looks she was used to already, but she had never seen him like this. You have no idea… The thought crossed her mind, but she couldn’t get the words out. The most she could do was nod and let him pull her up further along the bed. For once she was the fully dressed and it was becoming highly uncomfortable. She never slept clothed—not that Jorin knew that, though he could probably take a wild guess and get it right.

Sighing softly as Jorin returned to her neck, the rest of her felt squirmy. Like she couldn’t hold still if she wanted to. Her hands traced across his back and chest all the way up to his neck before repeating their motions. Her head pressed back into the bed to give him better access to her neck. But it wasn’t enough.

”Jorin…” His name came out breathy, like she had something to say but couldn’t get it out. Instead she pressed her hands against his chest so that his back hit the bed, and then she was straddling his hips without a thought. Leaning forward, it was her turn to start assaulting him kisses. Everywhere she could reach. Along his neck, down his collarbones—the nerves were sitting in her chest again. She wanted to do this right, wanted to please him like he was for her, so she ignored them as she began to press kisses across his chest, in no particular order.

Rinya could feel the heat everywhere. She could feel sweat starting to form across the back of her neck, and she whimpered again. Only this time it was his name again. Caught somewhere between a plea and a moan.

[Jorin Ertihan]

Season of Fall, Day 38, 513 AV

Jorin sighed happily into Rinya's neck when she started to run her hands over his chest and back. At this point, Jorin was as much running on instinct as he was on conscious thought. Certainly all reason and logic had long since fled the room, discarded along with his shirt. He didn't care that, logically, it made no sense they should be doing this.

It was not a particularly special day, there was no festival or any event they were celebrating. It didn't matter. And besides, as he looked up from his position to take in Rinya's flushed and breathless expression, he decided that this made today a special day.

He could feel some light trepidation on Rinya's part, her nervousness snaking in and out with her passion. Truthfully, he was nervous too. This was all new territory for Jorin; he'd never gone this far with anyone. A part of him wondered if he could please Rinya the way he knew she deserved; he was so very inexperienced, after all.

One thing he knew, from every book, play, or poem he ever read on this subject, was that her first time was supposed to be special. He felt a lump in his throat as he continued his assault of kisses as Rinya leaned back to give him better access. Could he make Rinya's first time special? He knew one thing for certain, he'd do everything he could to try.

Jorin could feel Rinya pressing her hands against his chest, and maneuvering him so that he was the one on his back now, with her straddling him. She breathed out his name, kissing him all over his neck, collarbone, chest... frantically but passionately. Jorin closed his eyes briefly and ran his hands up and down Rinya's back, before opening them again when she whimpered out his name again, like she was asking for something but her mind was too fogged to know what.

Jorin slipped his right hand under the bottom of Rinya's shirt, placing it for the first time on the soft, smooth skin of her stomach. He'd never touched her like this before, and he briefly wondered if he was being too forward. Would she recoil? Nonetheless, instinct drove him onward, and Jorin rubbed a thumb around Rinya's bellybutton before going further up, bunching the shirt as he went along, until he reached her breasts.

As he did this, he couldn't help but moan out her name, voice thick with desire. He wanted all of her, but her close proximity, and the heat he was feeling, meant her name was about the only coherent word he could form. Jorin's left hand had, meanwhile, slipped down to Rinya's buttocks, drawing her closer up to him, and when she reached his neck, he pushed her forward with his left hand and assaulted her lips once more.

He kissed her hungrily, his hands roaming over the new territory his mate was permitting him access to. He closed his eyes and just surrendered to the feeling. He let the thoughts fly out of his head, leaving just the heat of her body against his, the feel of her soft skin on his hands, and their molten kiss sending shivers down his spine.

[Rinya]

Day 38, Season Fall, 513 AV

Rinya had been so busy with placing admiring kisses across Jorin’s chest; she barely registered his hands sliding across her back. The ache settling low in her stomach was starting to feel almost unbearable. However the moment Jorin’s hand pressed flat against her bare stomach she realized he had slid his hand under her shirt. And that got her attention. She swore a shock passed between his skin and hers. She thought his kisses were burning, but the trail of his fingers against her skin was nearly eletric.

Vaguely she wondered if it was normal to feel like this. His thumb tracing a circle around her belly button caused her to shudder almost harshly above him, and his hand just inched upwards. But it was him moaning her name that caused her to pull her lips away from his skin in a sharp gasp, arching her back so her skin pressed against his hand. It was entirely involuntary, not that she would have stopped herself anyway. It felt far too good, too intoxicating. Even with the nerves she didn’t want to stop. She enjoyed making him say her name like that.

Jorin pulled her back to him though, and locked his lips back against hers. But Rinya could barely focus. His roaming hands continued to lay fire against her skin and Rinya knew she wasn’t able to handle it much longer. Mimicking his earlier actions, she pulled herself away from his arms to reach down and pull her shirt up over her head. Nowhere nearly as neatly as he did, her body was too pent up to hold still for very long. She was glad she rarely wore any undergarments though; she never saw much point for her. It took much too long to strip down to shift into her bird form. She considered if she should be embarrassed by this fact though, but found she didn’t care much.

He was already touching her bare skin, and it wasn’t the first time he had seen her topless—rather he saw her naked quite often. But it was a different feeling when she leaned back down kiss him. Her chest pressed against his, and Rinya swore her heart was beating so hard he’d feel it against his chest. The moan that bubbled from her chest was heavy. The air around them was hot, but everywhere her skin touched his felt natural. One of her hands trailed down the side of his ribs, almost as though she was trying to memorize his skin while she kissed him.

”Jorin.” She mumbled against his lips, taking in as much air as she could to help the burn in her lungs. She was glad her face was flushed already, because what she mumbled next out of her mouth she was sure would have made her entire face red. ”I don’t know what to do…” Her voice somehow managed to sound shy, maybe even a little embarrassed. She really had no idea what she was doing, she may have started it, but following Jorin’s lead seemed like the only thing she could do now. So she just let herself touch him, kiss him and hope she was doing the right things.

[Jorin Ertihan]

Season of Fall, Day 38, 513 AV

Jorin almost pouted when Rinya pulled away momentarily, then grinned when he saw her take off her shirt as well. He only had a moment to admire her form, so lovely in the dying light of the evening, before she bent back down to kiss him some more, pressing herself against him and he could swear he could feel their hearts being in time with each other. His own hands found purchase on her back once more, feeling the smooth silkiness.

Jorin's hands roamed from Rinya's back to her chest, circling before going down to her stomach and back again, unconsciously following the same path that her own hands had traced on his body. Everywhere he touched, he swore there was electricity between them, and every fiber of his being was telling him that this was right, that they belonged to one another. She was his. He was hers. It was really just that simple.

"Jorin," she had said, and he focused his gaze on her. He could feel her embarrassment when she continued to say, "I don’t know what to do…" her voice was soft and shy, and he just brought his hands to her shoulders, and rolled them so that they were both on their side. He leaned in for a quick kiss, just because he could, before looking Rinya in the eyes.

"I don't either," he confessed, voice husky from the heat and how he was feeling. "I-I've never done this before. With anyone."

He gulped, but then smiled at her hugging her close to himself and burying his face in her hair, taking a deep breath to take in her scent. Memorizing it.

"All I know is, I love you, Rinya. I love you, and I need you, and I want you, in every way," Jorin whispered into her ear as he continued to breath in the scent that was uniquely Rinya. Then he pulled back and looked her directly in the eyes again.

"But Rinya, listen," he said, voice urgent with a desperate need. "I... I want this, Rinya. But I want... no, I need to know you want it too. I don't think... I know I could not enjoy it if you did not want it. I made a promise to myself, to never ask for what you could not give."

Jorin couldn't help but hug Rinya close to him, their faces mere inches apart now, arms around her bare skin holding on tight, like as though he thought his question would make her disappear. His eyes were almost pleading as they looked into hers, as he asked the one question he absolutely needed an answer to.

"Do you want this?" he whispered. It didn't matter that neither of them knew what to do. Love could compensate for what they both lacked in experience. Or so he told himself. But what was most important to him was that this was her decision. Because he could never force himself onto her. Jorin held his breath, waiting for Rinya's answer.

[Rinya]

Day 38, Season Fall, 513 AV

"I-I've never done this before. With anyone."

Rinya had worried that maybe she had said the wrong thing, as Jorin rolled them so they could lie side by side. His words somehow both calmed and excited her. It was another path for them to take together. But Jorin actually seemed a little nervous, despite his smile. He pulled her to him and Rinya rested her face into the crook of his neck with a small sigh… a content one. Even if they didn’t continue on, she would have been more than happy to stay pressed into his side. Though if she had her choice it would continue to be skin to skin.

"All I know is, I love you, Rinya. I love you, and I need you, and I want you, in every way,"

Rinya had to suppress a moan as Jorin whispered into her ear. She didn’t think he realized how intimate it was to have him speak to her like that, while being so close together. It actually took a little control to keep herself from rolling back on top of him. He was just as nervous as she was, only now she could actually feel it.

"I... I want this, Rinya. But I want... no, I need to know you want it too. I don't think... I know I could not enjoy it if you did not want it. I made a promise to myself, to never ask for what you could not give."

Rinya could feel her eyes widen slightly. He didn’t think she wanted this? Would give this freely? It was a slightly confusing question to her actually. Even with her father’s stories, she knew Jorin was not going to just take what he wanted from her and leave her when he had his fill. But it still touched her deeply that he cared enough to ask. He looked so desperate, so easily breakable with the wrong words. The words she tended to speak because she had no idea how to use them properly.

"Do you want this?"

That was the question wasn’t it? Rinya bit her bottom lip, taking a deep breath through her nose. The fire was still there, deep in her stomach, crawling across her skin everywhere his skin met hers. She realized she was taking her time answering—and this might cause him more anxiety than he needed—but for once the words were incredibly important. She had needed to hear that he was in love with her before she had believed it, now it was her turn to reassure him.

”Jorin…” Rinya squirmed one arm from under his, taking his hand gently in hers so she could press it above her heart. Her heartbeat flared under his touch, most of his palm was pressed against her breast and it was hard to ignore. She kept her hand over his, squeezing his hand gently. But she had to focus, because he loved her and would do anything for her. And he needed to understand that she would do the same.

”Can you feel that? My heart? It’s been yours since I met you. Even before I could admit it to myself.” Rinya swallowed heavily, taking another deep breath before she closed her eyes and pressed her forehead against his. ”I trust you, and that is one of the hardest things for me to ever admit. I would do anything for you. But not because you want it of me.”

Pulling her face back, Rinya opened her eyes, observing him keenly for a moment before she felt herself start to lose her sense of words. Sighing softly Rinya pressed a small kiss to his lips, stroking the back of his hand with hers. ”I love you Jorin. With everything that I am. And I want this… with you. Always.”

Rinya twitched her nose. She wasn’t sure entirely if she got her point across. She wanted this—him. She was worried she would fail at pleasing him, or do something wrong. But they could at least learn together. But it was more important right now that she got her point across. Everything else could come later.

[Jorin Ertihan]

Season of Fall, Day 38, 513 AV

Jorin's heart skipped a beat when Rinya took his hand and placed it over her heart. The fact that this mean most of his palm was resting on her breast almost didn't register, what registered was that she was looking at him with a sweet, loving expression. One he could lose himself in if he allowed it. She just regarded him, and he could feel her heart beat fast under his hand. It took a few moments before she could gather her thoughts to say what she wanted to say.

"Can you feel that? My heart? It’s been yours since I met you. Even before I could admit it to myself." Jorin nodded silently. He did not trust himself to speak, and more importantly this seemed like something Rinya put a lot of effort into. He did not want to ruin the moment by interrupting her. She leaned forward, pressed her forehead against his and closed her eyes. Jorin closed his, taking in a breath through his nose as he felt the soft skin of her breast beneath his hand, the pitter-pat of her heartbeat.

"I trust you, and that is one of the hardest things for me to ever admit. I would do anything for you. But not because you want it of me," she continued, and Jorin smiled gently. She would do anything for him, and he would do anything for her. But the truth was, neither really wanted the other to do anything at all, just love one another. Which they already did.

Rinya pulled back, and observed him some more. Jorin waited patiently, and was rewarded when Rinya leaned forward and kissed him quickly, before saying, "I love you Jorin. With everything that I am. And I want this… with you. Always."

Jorin felt a lump in his throat when he heard those words. She wanted it too. It was his every dream come true. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words did not come at first. He cleared his throat and tried again.

"You're the most important person in the world to me," he assured her, as he moved his hand from her breast to her face, stroking it softly. "More precious than anything. I want to show you that tonight Rinya. In every way I can. Like I said, I've never done this before. But I think... I think love will show us the way."

Jorin took Rinya's hand and gave it a comforting squeeze, as he maneuvered so that he could reach down and remove his pants, followed by his underclothes, leaving him fully nude. His face flushed harder at his own nudity. He'd never been unclothed before a woman, and he found himself a bit self-conscious of what Rinya would think. Looking into her eyes for assurance, he proceeded to hooked his fingers into the hem of her pants, and started to draw them down.

Jorin was quite nervous. If she permitted this, then they would for the first time both be completely unclothed. What should he do first? He knew the basics, but no one had ever taught him what exactly he was supposed to do. He had always figured the woman would be able to tell him what she wanted, but in this case, she was just as nervous and inexperienced as he was.

Deciding to start with something less immediately obvious, Jorin shuffled forward and kissed Rinya along her collarbone. She seemed to like that before, and he figured if it worked the first time... as he did this, he occasionally stuck his tongue out and licked her, her skin soft and somewhat salty. He worked his way down from there, kissing and licking, to her chest.

He still didn't know what he was doing, but he figured the bond would tell him if she was feeling good or not. At the very least, he wanted to know where he should touch her, and how. And there was no other way to know that than to do it and see what worked.

[Rinya]

Day 38, Season Fall, 513 AV

"More precious than anything. I want to show you that tonight Rinya. In every way I can. Like I said, I've never done this before. But I think... I think love will show us the way."

There wasn’t any way for Rinya to confuse his meaning. Rinya cocked her head slightly to kiss the inside of his palm, barely brushing her lips against his skin. And then she was assaulted with Jorin’s nerves. He shifted away from her and Rinya tilted her head slightly. Jorin moved to remove his clothing and Rinya felt her heart stutter in her chest. Being nude around him was natural for her—well mostly. But for Jorin it seemed to be a far more difficult. She took him in with her eyes, biting down on her bottom lip as she did so. Her fingers itched with an urge to touch him.

But he was wary in his nude state, so for the moment she kept her hands at her side. She wasn’t so much afraid of scaring him off, not this time. It was hard for him, and Rinya could understand that. He reached for her this time, and she didn’t stop him. Lifting her hips, she let him remove the rest of her clothing so that they were even. His nervousness started to climb and Rinya tried to smile at him in reassurance. She was more in her element that he was.

The cool air of the room had started to affect her skin, but the first kiss to collarbone caused her to hum. Taking a soft breath, Rinya let her fingers slide into his hair. She couldn’t help the hiss that escaped from between her teeth as he let his tongue wander. Almost instantly Rinya could feel the ache in her stomach strengthen. In her concentration to tell him how she felt, her desire had waned, but the closer he got to breasts, the harder she held onto his hair.

”Jorin just… please?” The words were gone again. She knew she sounded impatient, but she couldn’t help it. If he didn’t actually touch her she felt like she was going to go mad. Reaching out Rinya grabbed one of his hands and pressed to her breast, before slipping her hand across to touch his chest. While she certainly had no idea what to do, she figured she would just follow her instincts. ”I won’t stop you…”

Rinya also knew this probably wasn’t the fairest things to ask of him. After all he did say this was his first time as well, he was as clueless as she was. Pressing one arm underneath her, she sat up slightly. Her eyes were glued to her hand pressed up against his chest. Swallowing heavily, Rinya let her hand move, trailing her fingers against his skin slowly. As her hand moved her eyes did as well, taking in the curves of his muscles before her fingers settled against his hip. Being bare to her, Rinya wasn’t entirely surprised to find that he was lean. There was a quiet strength in the muscles under her fingers, one that Jorin rarely used.

What amazed her was that he could be so strong and not even know it. And she realized it wasn’t just physically that she meant. His heart was the strongest part about him. And he let everyone else make him believe he was useless. Rinya let her eyes flit back up to his, and she tried to get a hold of her thoughts. Even if she was able to make him forget, it was still hard on her that he could think of himself in such a bad light.

Taking a deep breath, Rinya knew Jorin may not be thinking it right now, but it crossed his mind now and then. And she wanted to show him that all that mattered to her was him. So she slid herself closer to him, letting one of her legs tangle between his and pressed the rest of her body as close as she could get. He was so warm and Rinya knew that she wasn’t going to regret this choice. Not ever.

[Jorin Ertihan]

Season of Fall, Day 38, 513 AV

Jorin's head was getting foggy again. When Rinya lifted her hips to permit the last of her clothes to slip off he took a moment to admire her form before he began his assault. Jorin did not know how fast he should be moving with this. They were both fully nude yet he was behaving as though they were still mostly clothed. Rinya confirmed this when she spoke.

"Jorin just… please?" her tone pleading. Instinctively, Jorin understood, more so when Rinya took his hand and placed it against her breast, and pressing one of her own against his chest. She wanted more contact. Just as he could not get enough of her, she couldn't get enough of him. "I won’t stop you…" she added, and Jorin could only hum against her chest in response.

Jorin pulled back slightly when Rinya sat up, trailing her hand along his body, until it came to his hip. Jorin used this time to admire her nude form. Even though he'd seen it several times now, each time brought a fresh surge of heat. He loved every piece of her. Not just her legs, or her bust, or that most sacred part of her, but everything. It was all beautiful. She had a sort of wiry power to her limbs too, deceptively strong despite her small size. Her toned muscles peeked out from skin that was deliciously soft and warm.

When Rinya slid closer, tangling one leg between his and then pressed herself against him, Jorin reacted by slipping his hands behind her back and trailing up and down once more, enjoying the contact of their bodies against each other. Jorin's right hand, ever the adventurous one, decided to slide down to Rinya's buttocks once more.

For some reason, that particular hand loved to go there, and for once Jorin did not stop it. his left went back to her breast and cupped it softly, while he leaned in to kiss her again. This one fell somewhere in between a fiery, needy, passionate assault and a soft, gentle, loving kiss. Almost a perfect blend of the two. Because at that moment he was certainly feeling both.

As the kiss continued, Jorin's left hand decided it was bored and trailed down her stomach and joined his right, except as it came down the front, it brushed against Rinya's nether regions. Jorin was not sure how much longer he could hold out. He wanted her, but he also knew it would hurt her.

As a younger man he'd been told that the first time for a woman was painful, although he had no idea how painful it would or wouldn't be. He decided just to stroke her with his hand. He did not know if this was pleasurable for her, so he searched the bond for some indication, wondering what he needed to do to please her as much as her very presence there was pleasing him.