SETTING: The master bedroom in my estate. I'd come into the land to find Narissa in my bed chambers and that is where this scene begins...
...and yes, I do have Narissa's permission to post this.
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"Using my tricks against me, Princess?" you say in the tongue of the thief.
Narissa is laying curled on the bed in a light slumber. Her hair is fanned about her, across the pillow, and one arm clutches an armful of blanket in a tight grip. At your words, she softly shifts, but remains asleep.
Endyamon quietly takes a seat on the edge of the bed. He leans over, hovering over you for a moment and blows gently on your ear, though he is far away enough for you to feel his cool breath over your neck.
Narissa restlessly turns, murmuring incoherently as her movements bring her body close to you. The hand gripping the blanket twists downwards, grazing you, as she nestles her sleeping form against your side.
Endyamon smiles as he looks upon your unconscious writhing. He brushes the hair away from your face, pushing it to the other side of your head and lightly runs the tip of his finger over and around your ear, playfully tracing its contours as the flesh around the area develops goosebumps.
Narissa slowly opens her eyes, staring at you with a hazy, muddled gaze, her lips pursed in a sullen pout. A bright flush from her sleep colors her cheeks, creeping downwards to tinge the rather generous amount of skin revealed by rumpled and disarrayed garments. Lazily, her consciousness still climbing out of slumber, she extends one hand to gently stroke at your arm.
Endyamon meets your semi-conscious stare with a soft smile, continuing to tickle your earlobe, touching you from beyond the wall of sleep. He removes himself from the edge of the bed and kneels on the ground. He rests his chin on the comforter, his eyes now level with you.
Narissa lightly skims her fingers along your skin, tracing a path up your arm as she turns her head to meet your gaze. "I was waiting here for you..." she quietly drawls, a rare expression of relaxed contentment on her face. "I fell asleep..." Softly stroking your shoulder, the faintest graze of her nails brushing against your garments in a light caress, she murmurs, "I dreamed of you..." Snuggling deeper into the pillows, she whispers, "Perhaps I still am...".
Endyamon gently brushes his lips against yours and begins to speak, his mouth slightly parted as his kiss forms the words which touch to your lips. "You're not dreaming. Maybe I am, though,", he finishes his sentence with a light nibble on your lower-lip, giving it a playful tug.
Narissa blushes softly as her lips curve into an uncharacteristically sweet smile, her features soft and expression unguarded. "Perhaps we're dreaming together," she whispers, her lips brushing against yours with each syllable. Her hand drifts to your cheek, cupping it softly and gently stroking the skin with her thumb.
Endyamon pulls away, bends over and scoops you into his arms, taking with him the pillows in your clutches and the comforter beneath you. He deftly relocates you to the middle of the bed and lowers you gracefully to your new position.
Narissa laughs softly, her voice a low, sleepy purr, as she snuggles closer into your embrace.
Endyamon removes his black leather boots and climbs into the bed. You barely notice as he displaces the pillows clasped in your hands and through half-opened eyes you discover you are now grasping a hand full of his cloak.
Endyamon reclines, putting an arm between himself and the headboard as he lowers the other to run his fingers through your dark auburn locks. As his hand reaches the end of the stroke, his nails lightly glide across the taut flesh of your back, revealed through your disheveled garments.
Narissa softly tugs the fabric towards her, giving the cloak a gentle pull as she leans back into the pillows. Gazing at you, she flashes another warm, open smile, her eyes half-lidded in catlike contentment.
Endyamon smiles though half-closed eyes, focused on the crimson glow of your hair as the light from the nearby lorestave bathes the room in dim, romantic tones. He mindlessly strokes your hair, a sigh of contentment escaping his lips as the hollow din of city activity breaches the bedroom walls.
Narissa shifts her body, edging upwards a fraction so her head rests on the curve of your arm and shoulder and her body snuggles close against yours. Her hand reaches across to find yours and she interlaces her fingers, giving yours a gentle squeeze. Letting out a soft sigh, the dregs of sleep still giving her movements a languid, honeyed slowness, she stares at you, her eyes surveying your face in frank, drowsy appraisal. "You're too good to me," she yawns, the lids of her eyes slowly drooping.
Narissa's body is relaxed in your embrace, her usual tension felled by the sly ministrations of sleep, while her standard twist of icy regard and fiery spite is mellowed in the dim, soft comfort of the room to meld into a warm, gentle demeanor.
Endyamon looks down at you in adoration and gently places a finger over your lips as the last words trail from your voice. "Shh, it's time to dream now, love." He draws you closer to him, holding you tightly in his left arm as he slides down to find a pillow for his head. Turning on his side, he wraps his other arm around you and kisses you one last time as he closes his eyes and lets sleep overtake him.
Narissa nods groggily, losing her struggle against slumber as her eyes close and she gently drifts off. Unconsciously, she nestles closer to you as she finally falls back asleep, her body resting completely within your arms in a rare and natural pose of vulnerable trust. Outside, as if in concord with the couple's rest, shadows slowly gather in the streets, darkening the room as night slowly advances across the land.
-fin-
