Karla and Warren's Tent in Glacia, Friday Night Fandom Time, Going on Winter

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It wasn't quite the thick of a Glacian winter just yet, but there was just enough chill in the air that getting to climb into a warm bedroll with someone to cuddle up to was one hell of a luxury, these days. There was snow on the ground out there, it was windy enough tonight that the walls of the tent rippled, and Warren actually found himself wondering from time to time if tonight was going to be the night that their shelter would simply fall down around them.

Sure, it hadn't happened yet, but Warren had a healthy sense of pessimism and not a hell of a lot of experience with sleeping in a tent in a snowstorm.

Still, he'd been assured by several people that their shelters would stand strong through the night, so he only looked a little antsy as he wrapped an arm and a wing around Karla and wriggled a little more thoroughly under the covers.

"You know, wind like that actually bothers me less when I'm outside trying to fly in it?"

[OOC: For the lady!]

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[glacial_queen]

Nudged closer by the wing, Karla curled her leg around his more tightly, leaving a trail of wetness on his thigh. Oops, and with no nearby waterfall to blame it on.

Ah well. She thought that Warren would be fine even so.

She ground against his leg, hips moving slow to a rhythm neither of them could hear but both could feel.

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Definitely no waterfall, but Warren was living the fantasy all the same. His hands moved against her skin, tracing their way again up the inside of her thigh.

One breast seemed to be getting far more attention to the other. Clearly this meant that he had to lick his way over so that neither would feel neglected.

[glacial_queen]

Karla let him make up for lost time with that breast, too. Fairness was appreciated, after all. Her fingers curled in his hair and her breath came high and fast.

Aware of just how shaky her legs were getting, she brought her other foot back to the floor and pushed him away, smiling at the almost-whine Warren let out when his mouth finally lost contact with her nipple. She didn't stop pushing him until the edge of their bed met the back of his knees and her sat down abruptly on it, his cock jutting up from his lap.

Rather than give it the attention it so clearly craved, Karla brought one foot up, resting it on his thigh, knee bent and resting against his chest.

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Well, it was no breast, but she did have a very lovely knee. Warren looked up at her, a little smile toying on his lips. He did say he was going to lick her from top to bottom...

He nuzzled his face against her knee, a deep purr rumbling in his chest as he did so, fingers stroking along the length of her leg. Whatever she'd give him, he was most certainly going to appreciate it.

[glacial_queen]

Excuse you, Warren. That wasn't licking. It didn't even involve your mouth. Though, okay, even the nuzzling was giving her chills.

She looked down at him, her blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders and chest, staring at him with heavy-lidded eyes. At some point, this had turned from his fantasy to hers and she was waiting for him to pleasure her.