"I… can't stop thinking about your hands on me."
Carver stopped what he was doing, staring at the ground a moment as he tried to process not only the words, but who had just said them. Slowly, he looked up to see her wringing her hands awkwardly. An ever so slight smirk curled at his lips then.
"Is that so?"
She closed her eyes, swallowing the lump forming in her throat before nodding. Her eyes flew open in surprise when Carver grabbed one of her hands and pulled her into his lap. His sword having been cast aside in favor of herself across his legs.
"Where is it you've been imagining my hands, hm?"
Mahariel's body shook in a small, but awkward laugh as his hands slowly began to explore. With each new spot he whispered in her ear, asked if that was the place in her imagination. Her awkward, tittering laugh began to dissipate the more he continued, giving way to soft sighs and mewls of encouragement.
One hand slid down further and further, cupping her ass. "Here?" he murmured, their cheeks pressed close together.
She bit her lower lip, nodding as he offered a light squeeze. And as he felt her movement, she too felt the wide smile pull at his cheeks.
"I suppose here too, then," he mused. His other hand gliding across her front to brush over her breasts, bound and hidden beneath her leathers.
"Creators," she whispered. "Everywhere, Carver."
He smirked, shifting his head back away from her so he could look her in the eye. "I've been thinking of the same thing." He paused, his tongue darting out across his lips. "And then some."