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For @thesanguinare : Out on the Town

In the few hours since he had seen Skarlet, Erron had made it back to where he was staying to make himself a little more presentable. He'd showered, shaved and dressed a bit sharper than usual. He was careful to match his boots, hat and jacket. He had even dabbed himself with a little Dragon's Blood scented oil behind his ears. He'd always enjoyed how his own scent blended with the that of the resin.

He glanced over his reflection in the looking glass, gave his coat a final straightening, and headed off on his way. He was a little early, but that was a given. You were not supposed to keep a lady waiting...it was a mighty bad look.

The sun was setting and the cool of the evening was creeping in as lanterns were lit. It was a lovely scene and it was a refreshing reminder to Erron why he preferred Outworld with its blend of exotic adventures to his own Realm. It felt like something he'd read about in an old adventure story...but it was real and there...ready and waiting to be experienced as long as he could live.

He quickly found himself waiting across the street from the palace. He wasn't so bold as to knock on the door or ask the guards to let him in when he didn't have an active contract. That would surely make him look a little too comfortable with being there.

Regardless...he was there, ready and waiting.

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She was attuned enough to her surroundings to know when she was watched, even by one as keen eyes as him. It was part of her nature and her abundance of caution, but he was perhaps the one person whose attention she didn't mind. Even her master, she only tolerated based on the nature of their relationship.

"We shall discuss that later. Perhaps this evening we can tour to reacquaint with more personal territories." Her foot nudged his own, she pushed back her emptied plate and took up her wine. One appetite sated, she was finding another beginning to rise.

There was a warm chuckle in his chest at the nudge to his foot. His own foot pressed back against it. He slid his empty plate out of the way and leaned forward, resting his elbpw on the table and setting his chin on that hand.

"Oh?"

That was a very interested "oh."

His other hand reached for his own wine glass that he held across the table and clinked against Skarlet's. Her words made a pleasant little burn start in his belly and a bristle to the hairs on his neck.

"Well, I do like the sound of that. I was hoping you'd say something to that effect. Cheers, Skarlet. To reacquainting, tch, with each other's personal territories."

There was a mischievous glimmer in his eyes that Skarlet would find all too familiar.

Skarlet tipped back her wine and finished it in a long, enthusiastic draft, and set the empty cup down on the table-top. Her tongue made a slow pass over her lip, collecting any stray traces of the rich wine clinging there.

"As soon as you're finished, you may escort me back to my quarters," She eased back in her chair looking very much like a cat eyeing her favorite catnip mouse.

"And I hope you didn't have plans for tomorrow, I believe you will be fully occupied."

Erron's eyes followed her tongue as it ran over her lips and he audibly swallowed and raised his eyebrow before quickly downing his own wine. He cleared his throat and set his glass down before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a stack of gold coins and placing them on the table. He whistled to the waiter signaling for the bill. He paid, with a hefty tip for discretion.

He rose and offered her his hand.

"I'd be happy to do the honors."

He leaned in and whispered.

"I hope you don't think this presumptuous, but I left the whole day open for you."

Her hand slid into his, and she rose, like everything it was more of a fluid motion than an effort. Her Kahn had recreated her in an elegant form, one which moved with grace and purpose. And currently her purpose was the man before her.

"I think that is a sign of wisdom and foresight." She smiled in return.

Her lips pressed a quick kiss to his ear before she whispered. "And that wisdom will be rewarded."

Many eyes turned to follow the pair, not overtly as few dared to be so bold, but downcast gazes observed the couple on their walk back toward the palace and her quarters. Lavishly appointed in drappings of silks in red and black and always just a degree warmer than skin. Fires glowed in bronze braziers about the room, scented incense something like cinnamon and jasmine.

Gun calloused fingers curled around her delicate hand when she accepted his. A silent chuckle caused his frame to move slightly at that kiss and that response. The gunslinger knew the way, but he was sure to let Skarlet lead him. He had been to the palace and to her quarters specifically numerous times, but he was always a guest and he was sure to act accordingly.

When the door closed behind them, he removed his hat an hung it on one to the hooks by the door. He paused for a moment, eyes shut to inhale and scent the room, picking up on the smoke, the cinnamon, the florals and the hint of metal. He exhaled with a smile and opened his eyes.

"I'm glad to be here again."

He'd survived, thanks to her. Skarlet had kept watch over him as his magic blood had brought him back from the brink. She'd kept watch over him despite her own nature and he wouldn't ever forget that. The scents of the room brought him back to those weeks where he'd drifted in and out of consciousness to always find her there.

He crossed the room to where Skarlet was and wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed the back of her neck slowly before he moved up and pressed his nose into her hair and breathed in her scent.

"Damn, I missed you."

"The last time you were in my bed I feared it might be the last time." His wounds had been severe, but he was hearty and she sat by his side to watch over him until he woke and was able to see to himself. It had been an exercise in self-restraint being so close to him with the rich and potent scent of his blood so openly available to her. Her care for him, the depth of her feelings gave her the strength to keep her hunger in check.

Now that he was well she felt less compelled to worry about causing him harm and he could well defend himself even if she lost control. A possibility when he moved to her like he did.

Skarlet purred with the contact between the bits of skin that her outfit bared and his own, skin on skin, skin on leather, the contact was tantalizing. His personal scent of gun oil, ash, and leather filled her senses when he drew that close. He made her gasp with his words, the low long drawl rumbling against her skin.

"Gods, Erron. I've missed you." One arm reached behind her, fingers sinking into his hair and nails lightly dragging along his scalp. She pressed bodily back against him, wanting for all the more contact with him that she could have.

Erron hummed into her hair as she spoke,holding her close when she pushed back against him.

"Yeah? Me, too. I thought I was a goner...but thanks to you...I ain't gonna ride off into the sunset permanently for a long while yet."

Erron shuddered as her nails ran through his short hair, dragging along his scalp. His arms tightened, holding her close, pressing against her, pressing a series of kisses into Skarlet's hair.

"I ain't going nowhere, darlin,'"

For her touch was something that she had mainly only in kombat or the rare praise from her master. She had thought to take lovers between the periods when Erron would return but the idea soured for her quickly. Why set herself up for disappointment?

So she reveled in it when he was with her, as now. She turned in his hold to face him, her arms wrapping around him and her lips seeking his out to speak more eloquently of her pleasure at having him in her boudoir than her words could accomplish. Her kiss was needy, hungry, the flavor of spiced wine still clung to them.

The feel of him, taut muscle and strength had always stirred her, dressed in leathers or sand wraps he was an imposing figure of a man. And he was here with her. If it was possible she would feel giddy over it, but she would consider it an effect of the wine and the nearness of his blood.

Erron let her turn in his grip, shifting his hands up her back, pulling her close when she went in to kiss him. He met her lips, just as hungry as she was. While he never had a shortage of words for Skarlet...Erron was ultimately a man of action.

He wasted no time deepening their kiss, tasting her and the wine form dinner. A low, desperate and hungry sound rumbled in his throat as his hips angled to grind against hers. Skarlet had always been aware of the effect she had on him, but it sure as hell didn't hurt to let her know she still did. The fire in his belly felt like hot coals being stoked and he could feel his heart beating in his own ears. He could practically feel the fire in his blood rise up and he was sure that Skarlet could feel it just as much.

She could more than feel it, she could smell the rise in his blood, she could nearly taste it. The temptation to let her tongue wander over his skin was strong.

"Come."

Skarlet managed to hold her composure to lead him to the bed that had served as his place of recovery so recently. Her eyes glittered up at him as her fingers deftly worked the buckle of his gun belt. She eased down to her knees to let her fingers crawl up his thigh to unfasten the strap there as well. Never breaking eye contact with him and letting her hands wander as she saw to disarming him.

Erron allowed himself to be led back to Skarlet's bed, a place he was familiar with even before his extended stay. He smiled and eased down to sit on the edge of the bed when she went down. He smiled and let her tug and work at his gun belt. She was the only other person he trusted to disarm him and it was mighty sexy to feel and watch her work. He kept his eyes locked on hers as he reached out and brushed her hair behind her ear.

"Beautiful."

Both her and her handiwork...now and always.

Her head tipped into his touch, her eyes closed and she smiled pleased with his words and the contact as she worked.

His weapons were never moved far, she understood and respected him too much to think to keep him without the tools of his trade. When she had the belt off him she coiled it and placed it neatly to the bedside table.

Next she removed his boots, her intent obvious to continue from there until she had him undressed if he allowed her to.

Erron noted the soft warmth that fluttered in his heart when he noted how Skarlet, like always, kept his guns close. He wasn't used to being understood, which he was something he suspected she was familiar with, as well. It wasn't something he sought out often-he was a rough man used to trying times and isolation-it felt strange to be open and intimate. Still, he found himself enjoying the softness felt in his heart, even if it wasn't for very long in the grand scheme of things.

Skarlet would not find an ounce of resistance from him. Following her lead, he carefully undid the chain on her massive jewel and laid it beside his gun, chain laid around it in a similar manner.

She understood him because it was important to her to know him. She wanted to know what made him happy and content. He was perhaps the only other being she cared for the happiness of other than herself.

She worked for the causes of her Kahn of course, but it wasn't his pleasure she sought. No, that was a rarified status only one man held.

Skarlet stood after she'd disrobed him and she drew the soft draped cloth of her clothing away leaving her pale skin bare to him as she joined him on the bed, straddling his lap and taking a seat on his knees.

"It has been too long since you were last in my bed like this."

Erron's calloused hands ran over her soft, pale skin. He pressed his nose into her neck to inhale her scent before kissing her pulse point as his hands did not stop trailing over her, content to feel as much of her as they could. She was right. It had been too long since he had been in her bed like this. He kissed up her neck to her ear where he lightly nipped her earlobe and softly drug his teeth over it to let go.

"It has..."

His hardness pressed against her inner thigh as she straddled him and he made a pleased groan before pulling her close and placing his forehead against hers.

"...been too long."

He pressed his lips against hers, gently at first...soft, quick kisses that gradually became hungrier and more insistent.

There were many things she wanted to do to him, things she'd longed to do since they'd last been together. But if he had allowed such time as he'd told her then she could wait to indulge in more of him and move more directly to what they both needed to ease those tensions of long absences.

His body was a marvel of taut, hard muscle and agile quickness, there were few who could move as sharply as he could. That was arousing, as was the scent of him, the taste of him and most to the point the feel of him. Skarlet moaned with a grind against him.

"I need to feel you inside me, Erron."

She purred in his ear even as her hand wormed between them to take hold of him and give him a couple good strokes before she centered him under her and let the head of him part her already slick lips. She rolled her hips to take him in deeper, her breath shuddering in pleasure.

While Skarlet's body didn't show scars, his taut muscles were dotted with them-the remnants of of old wounds-slashes and the like, though significantly less obvious than they would be on anyone else, were still there. His most recent one still stood out from his flesh, unlike many of the others. It was a rather large mark on his left side between his ribcage and his thigh...but...thanks to luck, magic and a blood mage's careful attention, it would eventually fade to little more than a shade of difference.

There was a wild hunger of need welling up in him. He was more than willing to fulfill her every whim in the time the had together...but first things first...they had some tension to ease. Erron's breath hitched as he felt himself throb in her grasp as she stroked him. After a few, he shivered a little as she lined him up and started to ease him into her. He made a pleasured gasp, but still managed to smile at her shuddering breath, rolling his own hips to meet her, then easing them back and slowly repeating the motion. His hands went to the small of Skarlet's back to steady her.

Even scars did not diminish him, they showed his survival and how he would always return. That strength and determination was what drew her to him and part of what kept her coming back. Her attraction and affection sealed her fate, words that were rare to say, she loved him in her way. Those were heady thoughts she would not reflect on now as she was more pleasantly preoccupied.

Their bodies worked in flawless motion together, each rise and fall coordinating to bring them together, so she felt him deeper each pass and achingly empty on each withdraw. Her hands gripped at his shoulders tightly as her breath began to heave more deeply. His girth stretched her, as it always did, in delicious ways she knew she would feel long after they were done. He left his mark on her every time. Skarlet pushed herself to take all of him, needing to feel filled by him and rewarded with the dual pain and pleasure of his size opening her and what enjoyment they had ahead of them.

Erron felt her change her position and pace, pushing herself to take more of him. the hands on her back moved to her hips and pushed her down on the following roll, which was accompanied by a sharp buck of his hips to drive himself deeper until Skarlet hilted him. She was hot, moist and tight around him and it drew a moan from him, the likes of which only Skarlet had ever heard him make such a sound and that was its own form of intimacy.

His nails dug into her skin as his breath started to hitch and the gleam of sweat began to glisten across his forehead. He looked up at her, eyes cloudy with lust, but still focused enough to see her clearly. She was beautiful...something wild that got his blood burning. One hell of a woman.

"Erron!" His name was a sharp cry on her lip, her head snapped back as she felt that beautiful stretch of him filling her body. His strength, his formidability, all the wonders of his body thrilled her.

He might have been the cowboy but she was the one doing the riding this night, her hips churning in a harder pace now. Faster she moved on him, needing more friction, more depth more of him, she could never have enough. Skarlet wrapped her arms around his shoulder and pulled him close, using the leverage to let her move with greater urgency, building her heat even as she grew wetter around him.

The sound of his name from her lips made his heart jump...and his hips to momentarily buck hard without their usual sense of control, a few seconds of frenzied motion before he reigned himself in to pay attention to where she sought friction and he was able to meet it, pulling her down when she moved down, pressing up and against her, trying to find that sweet spot for her when she pulled him close. He could feel her getting slicker around him...felt her pace quicken. He felt his whole body tremble at her efforts and strong, worn hands held her close as her name escaped him in a husky whisper.

"Skarlet."

The screw in his belly felt like it was getting impossibly tight.

He was as skilled and attentive a love as he was a fighter, he knew the cues of her body and moved to them accordingly. His hips gave her just the right angle, the right depth to push just as she needed it to draw that keening gasp from her.

Her breath went ragged and harsh, short gasps between cries of pleasure and his name. The smooth pace of her movements was lost to the frenetic need to chase the peak of her pleasure. Her hips churned over him each plunge and roll taking him deep as they moved together. Each meeting pushed her closer and closer until that drawn tension inside her snapped.

Her shoulders rolled as a shudder rode down her spine, juddering her hips as she clenched tight down on him. Her orgasm was hot and wet and loud holding nothing back from him, shameless in giving herself to him.

"Please, Erron." Her voice was a shaking needy trembling thing, begging him to not hold back.

Erron held her steady, feeling her steady rhythm ease into more frantic grinding. The sound of his name in ragged breaths sent chills up his spine. He pressed kisses into the side of her neck as he felt her body start to tighten around him before she came.

Ladies first.

He'd be a piss poor lover if he let himself go over the edge before she did. That just wasn't done. Erron made a pleased rumble as he felt her clench around him and she was loud about it. It filled him with a sense of pride and satisfaction. The lips on her neck pulled into a smile when she begged him. He gave her a soft nip there before he shifted his position a little, hands still keeping her steady.

There was what sounded like a low growl in the back of his throat as he thrust hard. Blunt nails dug lightly into her skin as bit by bit he lost his own rhythm and his thrusting became sharp and erratic. Skarlet was hot, wet and she squeezed him just right...enough to drive him wild. His own breath became ragged and his eyebrows knit together from the effort. He pressed harder...deeper...until his hands moved up to her shoulders to hold her down as he thrust one final time that pushed him over the edge. His own climax left him a gasping, trembling mess. His hands shook as they moved from Skarlet's shoulders to the back of her head to guide her into another of his hungry, deep kisses.

When he came up for air, he ran his fingers through Skarlet's hair and pressed his forehead against hers.

"You still got it, Darlin.'"

Skarlet kissed him eagerly, basking in the glow of his orgasm. How his entire body seemed to feed into it in how he arched and pressed hard and deep into her prolonging the pleasure she was still lingering in. By all the gods it was good, the blinding pleasure of their bodies finding that release together.

It was always intense with him but this was something more. Her arms wrapped around him and her body slipped against him with the sheen of sweat between them as they came to a stillness in all but their breathing and their mouths.

When the kiss finally ended her breathing was loud between swallows in a dry throat, broken by a wide smile with his words.

"This was very much you and your exquisite body." She showered him with praise as she felt it due and when she felt capable She tipped them to the side to lie down on her bed together.

"And you will stay for some time." She smiled like a pleased feline, fingertips tracing over his chest.

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