LORE: Training a Hell Hound (MATURE)

[Emora Deen]

Tenele immediatly went completely slack against his hands. Her eyes closed gently and she gave a soft humming sound. "Isn't it considered cruel and inhumane to tempt an injured person?" she asked him in a whisper, her eyes opening and her head tilting to the side to try and see him, though she couldn't really get a good look.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad bent around her to kiss her and then smiled. "Of course, that would be irresponsible," he confirmed huskily against her lips. "I'd hardly tempt you, I'm just helping you bathe."

[Emora Deen]

Her eyes looked his face over and she bit her bottom lip for a moment. "You call it helping, I call it tempting." Silver hair fell over in front of her face as she chuckled softly and looked down. "I might need help getting this off too then," she muttered, tugging on the top of her pants. She could probably get them off herself, but it would be painfully aggrivating. Besides, it would be more fun if Vlad did it for her, she thought a bit deviously.

[Soran Nightblade]

"As you wish," Vlad smirked, walking around her so that they were chest to chest. His hands gracefully untied her belt and eased the fabric away from her hips. He looked at her intently as he knelt to slide the fabric down to her ankles. He kissed the inside of her thigh just above her knee.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele's breath caught in her throat as she watched Vlad untie her belt and slip the garment down. She shivered at his light kiss, and swallowed very hard, trying to find some shred of control to hold on to. Her bare feet shifted and she stepped out of the fabric, her leg light brushing his cheek as she did so. "You're a devil," she whispered to him, narrowing her pretty green eyes at him. "Are you getting me back for taking advantage of you in the bath the time you were injured?"

[Soran Nightblade]

"I will say that such things have a way of coming back to people," Vlad breathed against the skin of her upper thigh. He ran his tongue up along her skin in a wet line. Then he looked up at her with a deceptively guileless smile. "Shall I help you to your bath, my lady?"

[Emora Deen]

Tenele's knees nearly buckled, and she felt a little absurd for being so sensitive to his touch. "You might have to now," she told him, smirking. Though, something was screaming in the back of her head that this couldn't be too easy. That maybe he had some horrible plot behind his seductive touch, like throwing her in the bath tub for instance.

[Soran Nightblade]

Had Tenele been in better shape, Vlad probably would have dropped her into the bath as a prank. But pulled joints and concussions didn't get along with falling into porcelain tubs, so he checked his judgment. Instead, he wrapped his arms just under her toosh and lifted her up, then ported them both into the bathroom, where the large tub was nearly full. He set her down on the submerged bench that was built into the bath. "I could probably benefit from a wash also," he mused innocently.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele sighed as she was enveloped in hot water that felt so good against her skin. Her hand moved over the water just above it so that it skimmed under her skin. "Then, come in," she told him, glancing up at him. "I might need someone to wash my back anyway." She smiled, and it was a very usual Tenele smile, warm, gentle, and loving.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad took his time removing his shirt and pants. It wasn't that he tried to make it a show, but that it couldn't possibly not be. When he was done, he stepped into the water next to her. He wasn't really a bath person, but he at least knew the ropes. He leaned over the side of the tub, where a tray of soaps was set out. He picked the one that looked most like...well...soap, and turned to Tenele. He settled down next to her and starting very carefully washing her wounded arm.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele watched him as he washed her arm so delicately. Her eyes followed the movement of his hand, and a smile slowly stretched across her face. "For someone so deadly and dangerous, you can be so very gentle," she breathed to him.

[Soran Nightblade]

"Of course," Vlad grinned, sliding the soap over her collarbone to wash her chest. "What good is power without control?" he gloated sensually. He went on to wash her stomach, legs, and back, moving calmly over her skin. It was extremely tempting, but also surprisingly relaxing. "It is much more entertaining to do this for you than when I do it for myself," he noted out loud to himself.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele laughed at him. "It is much more entertaining for you to wash me, than for me to wash myself." She flexed her arm, wincing at the stiffness. "Maybe it wasn't the brightest idea to put it back in place myself." She moved it nontheless, hoping to work out whatever kink was wrong with it. "I might not be that good at it at the moment, but you've washed me, shall I return the favor?"

[Soran Nightblade]

"You may," he answered her smugly. He certainly wasn't short on confidence. He reached out and passed the soap into her hand under the water, grinning.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele took the soap and turned on the small bench to half-face him. She began washing his chest, her cheeks flushing as she watched her hand move over his pale smooth skin. She washed him in the same fashion as he had her and when she was finished she placed the soap on the side of the tub. Slowly she leaned forward and around and kissed his lips. "There, all clean." There was a loud clap of thunder, and she jumped just slightly. "I don't know why thunder makes me jump so. Its a bit ridiculous. Out of all the monsters we've seen, and knowing what goes bump in the night, thunder is what makes me jump out of my skin." She shifted and sat across his lap, her legs crossed to his left, her good arm draped across his shoulder. "Now, is your devious plan to carry me to bed and ravish me since I'm defenceless? I'm not quite sure I could keep up with your endless stamina." She grinned, and it was with sparkling amused eyes she looked at him and then rested her forehead against his.