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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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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.

Erron followed her lead and eased them down to a laying position on her bed, careful not to break their connection just yet. He still held her close as he caught his breath. He smiled as her fingers traced over his chest. He kissed her forehead and ran his own hand up and down her side.

"You're always too kind to me...but you're right. I ain't going anywhere anytime soon."

"Then we will spend the night in my bed, and I will enjoy every inch of you. And in the morning we will have food here before we bathe."

Her leg held his hip territorially, keeping her to him enjoying that contact as long as possible. She relaxed in these gentle afterglow moments with him, where the world was quiet and shrank to just the two of them.

"Only you can clear my mind of thoughts." she felt blissfully content with him there.

Erron nodded at her description of the itinerary.

"I reckon you've got the whole thing planned out...and I sure as hell ain't complaining."

His hand ran down her back and onto her thigh that was draped over him, appreciating the soft smoothness of her skin. Erron felt much the same way. All contracts and jobs were out of mind here. The world started and ended with them in Skarlet's room.

He nuzzled her neck affectionately.

"I'm glad I can be of service in more ways than one."

It was true. He was.

Skarlet settled more against him and eased into a state of relaxation she rarely achieved. It was uncommon for her to find more than a state of deep meditation but in his arms she knew the world outside held no threat to them.

She would return the favor, she'd never allow harm to come to him if she could stop it, she would aid him when she was able and she would provide for him what she could.

She would see that he was fed and clothed and given what he needed as well as spoiled with what she could manage, just as he spoiled her in turn. They were well suited in that, as in so many other regards.

"Your skills remain as sharp as ever." And his skills were very much more than simply weapons.

As Skarlet settled against him, he felt her tensions ease and her body relax. His hand slid back up her leg to the small of her back, leaving his that arm draped over her, resting his head on his other. He gave a contended sigh. Erron's tongue ran over his teeth and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth at her compliment.

"Why, thank you. The same can be said for you, darlin',"

He pressed a series of soft kisses from her shoulder up to just below her ear. As hard as he was in a fight, he was just as gentle and affectionate when they were alone together. Like Skarlet, it was a side of himself that precious few ever actually got to see.

It was easy, perhaps too easy, to fall asleep in his arms. Rest was never simple for her, but with him, she could drift, and that was yet another reason these visits were so meaningful for her. It was strange that someone else made her feel whole, but he did.

Perhaps that was why they couldn't stay together for too long, too much complacency would make her soft and weak, useless to her Master and too easily defeated. As much as she hated it, the hunger for power for life, for everything, was what kept her at the level of excellence she was. Perhaps it was similar for him.

But for now in this moment she indulged and soaked in the pleasure of having him to herself. She slept deeply and well and woke with the fires burned down to embers, her body curled closer to his and the warmth he radiated.

Skarlet linked awake with a satisfied smile, fingers moving through the coarse hair on the broad expanse of his chest. It took time to try to pull herself away to run a bath for them, the steamy water tub was a luxury she was granted based on the particulars of her magic. Blood was messy and often frowned upon in court, this became an indulgent solution.

That soft had running across his chest was enough to stir him awake. A smile crossed Erron's lips before hie eyes eased open. His hand caught hers and he gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Mornin', Dalrin."

He didn't have to ask if she slept well. The few times he had woken up in the night out of force of habit, she'd been sleeping blissfully, warm body pressed against his. Satisfied that she was satisfied, he'd drifted quickly back to sleep every time.

He pulled that hand up to his lips and gave it a few soft kisses. She wasn't the only one indulging in being close to someone.

"Good morning." The sweet drawl made her smile, his sweet gesture drew out a sigh. Their closeness was a gift they shared only occasionally but thoroughly enjoyed when they did.

"Will you join me for a bath?"

Skarlett stretched to kiss his lips before she slid out of bed and started the bath. She also took hold of the bell pull to summon breakfast for them. Another benefit of being part of the elite of the court. She was afforded luxuries others were not and she'd been able to prepare with him in mind.

Hot frothy water filled the oversized tub, at least four people could fit in if they wanted, but the scented oil added to the water hinted of cinnamon and spices.

"Of course."

He might do dirty work on occasion, but he also liked being clean as much as possible. His smile stayed after she kissed him and stepped away to run the bath. He watched her go, enjoying the view before easing up and following her. He leaned over it and sniffed it, taking in the pleasant aroma and looking forward to how the scent would cling to his skin for days after. He reached a hand into the water to test it and he gave a pleased sigh.

"Skarlet, I swear you spoil me."

Erron didn't sound bothered about that one bit.

He slipped his foot in carefully before easing the rest of himself into the little piece of heaven that was that oversized tub. He dipped his head under the water briefly and came up, brushing his hair back and wiping the sleep from his eyes.

"And that is bad?" Skarlet slid into the water smoothly, the heat a pleasure on her skin and the moisture a luxury after the arid air of outworld. The lengths of her hair fanned in the water around her shoulders as she ran a sponge over her skin.

She moved closer and began to clean and work the sponge over his shoulders as well.

"You are too tempting to try to keep." She knew it wasn't right for either of them, but the idea was sweeter than the wine they'd enjoyed the night before. Perhaps one day if things were different, but as they were now she had to enjoy what she could of their periodic meetings.

"Not at all."

Not from where he was standing, not by a long shot. Erron Black was absolutely never going to complain about being spoiled by her. He was ready to enjoy every second of pampering she was willing to offer...and he'd reciprocate in his own way.

He sighed and rolled his shoulders, letting them relax as she sponged his back.

"It is too tempting to want to stay."

Honesty from Erron Black might be harsh, but he'd never lie to her.

"And we both know about temptation."

She whispered as she leaned in and kissed the join of his neck and shoulder. She scrubbed along his arms, admiring the strength and beauty of him. He was no delicate flower or flawless skinned model, his handsomeness was real. It came from work and honing his body and his craft.

She admired him, she adored him, she loved him. That made him the most dangerous man in all the realms to her.

"So, knowing I cannot let you stay, and you cannot choose to, we have a short time to enjoy. What would you like to do first?"

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