Search, Rescue, Destroy (MATURE)

[Soran Nightblade]

"Of course," Soran said with quiet resolve. He squeezed Mizuki reassuringly as the fire gradually brought them back to more normal temperatures. "We can focus on staying warm for tonight." The rogue focused his jade eyes on hers. "I may need some help with that," he added as he smoothed aside her hair. His tone was one part literally honest and one part devious.

[Mizuki]

She laughed softly. "What are you implying my dear rogue? A romantic rendezvous while on the run?" She smiled deviously and poked his chest. Snuggling closer into him, she layed her head on his shoulder and placed her hand on his chest, feeling the rhythm of his heart beat.

[Soran Nightblade]

The rogue put his arm around her shoulder and tilted his head to hers so that his lips brushed against the hair beside her ear. "What would compel me to imply that?" he murmured, his voice a low purr. He stroked back the hair on the opposite side of her face and tucked it behind her ear before letting his fingertips trail down the side of her neck to her collarbone. It occurred to him how warm her neck felt, and that his hands probably felt freezing to her. "Then again, I'd probably freeze you solid before I could heat you up," he smirked.

[Mizuki]

Mizuki snickered. Grabbing his hand, she enclosed her hands around his and placed it to her breast. He was cold.

"I think, dear Nightblade, you could use a nice warm up." she smirked up at him, a blush on her face but humor in her brown eyes.

[Soran Nightblade]

Soran couldn't help thinking that his hand must be freezing her, but that didn't change the reaction her touch gave him. The difference in their temperatures made her body almost maddeningly tempting. He pressed his lips to her cheek and then the soft corner of her jaw, exhaling a hot breath down her neck. His pulse raced warmer through his veins as their bodies seemed to call out to each other despite the cold. He slid his strong hands seductively to her waist, his thumbs brushing lower. "Mizuki," he chided her huskily, as if this were all her fault.

[Mizuki]

Before she let Soran say another word, Mizuki slipped her arms out of the dress given to her by the dark elfs. It hadn't been very hard either, since the dress was so very open in the front to begin with. She heard the chain it jingle as it dropped towards Soran's hands. Felt the cold on her breasts, shivered slightly, but didn't mind it much.

She wrapped her bare arms around Soran's shoulders and smiled. Outside their little "tent" it stopped snowing and there was a very lite dusting of snow on the ground.

[Soran Nightblade]

Soran drew a thick breath and kissed the side of her neck, his mouth finding all the tender places on her throat and finally moving up to kiss her lips. He shifted forward and leaned her slowly to her back on the ground, keeping his forearm behind her head as a pillow. He kissed her deeply as his weight pressed down against the length of her body. His eyes found hers in the dim firelight and he paused for a second to look at her. "I'm afraid your arai'sith is losing control of himself," he murmured seductively.

[Mizuki]

She giggled. "Hmmm, I should punish you then." Images flickered through her mind that made her laugh even more. She took a deep breath, her chest heaving heavily towards him. "But, I want my arai'sith to keep going." Lifting her head up to meet his, Mizuki kissed the tip of his nose, lightly pressed her lips to his before pulling away teasingly, and then wrapped a leg around his.

She smiled proudly at him, wrinkling her nose a bit.

[Soran Nightblade]

Soran returned her look with an amorous smirk. "As my lady asks," he breathed next to her ear, sliding his hips firmly against hers. He kissed over her collarbone and then lower while his free hand skillfully unfastened what remained of his clothes. He used his legs to kick the ill-fitting pants off so their bodies could meet fully. When he pressed himself to her, he lost his concentration on what his mouth had been doing. With a shuddering breath, he touched his forehead to hers and met her eyes with a confident urgency. As usual, he had few words for this moment, but his green eyes said what he was feeling as he stared down at her.

[Mizuki]

Mizuki chuckled at the word 'lady', and then gasped in the middle of her giggles when he pressed himself against her. Her dress had been hiked up high around her waist and she was 'feeling' every inch of him. Their little 'tent' felt so very warm now. The firelight playing on their combined flesh made it all the more desirable to enjoy each other.

She twitched her hips beneath him, a shy smile on her face now. Her body begging to merg with his, she felt as though she would cry out if its need wasn't met.

[Soran Nightblade]

Soran read the desire on her face, and his own body begged him not to wait any longer. He moved into place in front of her and held his breath tightly as his joined his form with hers. The air finally escaped his chest in a ragged moan. He covered her mouth urgently with his to keep himself quiet as he moved in long, rhythmic motions, surrounded by her heat.

[Mizuki]

Mizuki clutched Soran tightly, gasping against his mouth and moving with him. Her body rose and fell with his in rhythmic time with his strokes. She kissed his face, neck, nibbled his ears... payed really good attention to his ears. She tried hard no to pant loudly, lest unwanted attention may be found, but he just felt so... good!

Her body was shuddering as they went on, going faster and teasingly slower. She felt like she was going to burst soon. Her hands gripping him and the ground beneath them.

Something curious was happening to the fire, going unnoticed by them. It grew in its contained pit.

[Soran Nightblade]

The rogue fought back the growing pressure inside him, not wanting it to end. Still, he knew his body couldn't take much more. She was too good, too perfectly fitted to him and too achingly sensual as she rose up in her own pleasure beneath him.

At first, he thought it was just the fire in his own body that made him feel warm. But the heat on his back became to clear and real to just be him. The rogue glanced back over his shoulder and registered the heightened strength of the fire outside. There was only one possible explanation. "Mizuki," the words came out as a tantalized groan as his curiosity over the fire competed with the bliss he was in. He briefly wondered what this meant....whether he should be concerned. But some part of him understood, even if he disliked magic, that this was important. That this was the return of something extremely important to the person he loved. He drew her up with the strength of his arms so she could see it, pressing deeper into her as he did so.

[Mizuki]

She barely heard him at first, and when he managed to lift her up; deliciously pushing farther in might she add, did she start to come out of her lust-filled daze. "Oh," she gasped. It was all she could think of and as soon as she said it the flames died back down to normal height. "Well then," she kissed Soran's sweat soaked shoulder. "Mmmm, where were we?" She contracted her pelvic muscles expertly, sending him a clear message.

Discovering that she made the fire grow in the height of passion was not something she was too inclined to stop for.

[Soran Nightblade]

A groan jumped from the rogue's throat as she tightened around him. "Mizu," he pleaded as her little scheme made it almost impossible to move without losing control. He panted against her shoulder and fought for focus as he barely managed to proceed. "Gods," he breathed thickly. He squeezed her tightly and tried to vent some of the pent up fire by kissing her, which didn't help his cause much at all.