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2011 April 30
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Magic Dance
Roy barely spoke on the carriage ride back to the Proud Mary, and when he did speak it was to mutter about various rounds of thinly and not-so-thinly veiled threats and insults that had gone back and forth. The king of Baton Rouge is doing his best to avert a full-out war, so he couldn't unleash his usual razor wit on the Warlord of Houston, even when Houston made several comments about Sulochana being a possible bargaining chip. "After all," the Warlord had sneered, "I hear you whored her out once already."
It had taken every single ounce of Roy's self-control, plus Sulochana's nails digging painfully into his forearm, to keep him in his seat at that. The Hetaera had smiled courteously at the Houston Warlord then, murmuring, "Oh, gracious no, Warlord -- that's not what happened at all. Roy asked me as a favor, and since he has excellent taste in trustworthy men, I politely accepted." She'd continued to smile sweetly as she'd added, "That's why he's not asking me to accompany anyone but him, here."
Now that they're alone in the carriage, though it is one of Houston's carriages, Roy is finally relaxing and looking forward to being along with his beloved on the Proud Mary. He pulls her into his lap with a complete lack of regard for her formal attire and says, "Thank you, cherie, fer bein' able to say the shit I couldn't tonight."
Suraksha laughs softly, wrapping her arms loosely about Roy's neck, and leans against him, "It's a good thing you cannot shoot daggers from your eyes, sweet man -- otherwise that room would have been a danger to sit in!" She grins, deliberately trying to tease him into a better mood.
Using the hand that's not resting on Suraksha's hip, the river-rat king tugs the knot in his tie loose and snorts, "That man was doin' his best to get me to insult him so he could have me taken in custody."
Sulochana nods thoughtfully as she gently works his tie loose before he strangles himself with it, then smoothes out the silk and folds it into his pocket, "That, or cause an international incident so he could self-righteously declare war immediately on you, yes. I've heard he's had good luck with that, with the other local boys who were running cities. Apparently they were, ah..." she coughs softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement, "both young and somewhat... hot-headed?" More gravely she adds, "And now... they're part of Houston."
Roy takes a deep breath, "Well, I'm hot-headed, but I ain't completely stupid. And I ain't been young in decades," he relaxes against the back of the seat, letting her minister to him gently, "and I ain't about to let Houston take over my damn city."
Sulochana smiles with quiet affection at Roy, gently massaging his temples and dropping a light kiss on his forehead, "No, you're not stupid, sweet man... and while you may have a temper, you've learned how to control it." She grins as she murmurs softly, her lips brushing against his skin, "Two things I rather like about you!"
Roy leans his head back and chuckles, eyes closing as she rubs his temples, massaging away a headache that had been growing since Houston's first veiled stab. "What? That I've got a temper and I'm not stupid?" he teases, wrapping both arms loosely around her.
Roy can hear the grin in Sulochana's voice as she replies tartly, "Oh, you're suggesting that's not good enough to love you for? Well, far be it from me to refuse your advice, your majesty! Hmm... what else do you suggest I hold out for, then?" She giggles, her cool, slender fingers continuing their delicate massaging.
Roy slides his hands over her hips, thumbs brushing the fabric of her evening gown, "Oh, I dunno. Declarations of undyin' devotion. A mystical bond. Someone that can make you squeal like a schoolgirl."
Sulochana laughs softly, nuzzling contentedly up against her beloved, "Uh-oh... haven't we already done all that, though?" Roy can feel her cheek curve as she grins mischievously, her breath warm in his ear as she whispers, "Guess I've got no reason left to hold out then, mmm? What do you think?"
Roy mms, starting to relax with the scent of her in his nose and the sound of her voice against his ear, "Then ain't I the lucky one?" His breathing is starting to speed up a little.
Sulochana laughs softly again, nearly purring, "Mmm, do you think so?" as the fingers of one small hand start sliding between his buttons and trailing along his skin. "We will, unfortunately, have to wait until we're in your cabin before we can really check to see if you are lucky... but we can certainly do a little, ahh... light examination on the way, mm?" She giggles again, trailing her tongue lightly up the curve of Roy's ear. She suspects he's not going to wait, regardless!
That little maneuver with his ear never fails to make him at least growl happily. This time it even nets her a tight, clinging hug as he whispers back, "If this weren't Houston's carriage..." Despite his words, one hand is sliding caressingly down along her backside. The Hetaera purrs happily again, wriggling her derriere just a bit in appreciation! She's very glad she listened to her instincts, and made a real effort to be here for Roy. She'd had to rather hustle the caravan, and she'll do her best to make it up to them with a leisurely trip back to San Francisco... but she knows now it was the right thing to do: Roy needed her tonight. That thought makes her feel deliciously warm and tender inside, and she mmms contentedly as she nuzzles his ear.
Just as Roy is beginning to consider saying "screw it" to the fact that they're in Houston's carriage, the vehicle pulls to a stop and the driver calls down, "We're at the docks, sir." Sulochana grins, straightening her dress and Roy's hair a bit as she calls back polite thanks. By the time Roy hands her down from the carriage, they both look acceptable -- if a slight bit rumpled! The Hetaera's expression is demure, but Roy can see the mischievous sparkle in her eyes. Roy tosses the driver a small coin and thanks him for the ride, then turns to the Proud Mary's gangplank.
The caravan is gathered near the docks, to increase safety for everyone, and the couple passes a couple of Sulochana's folk on their way to the boat. Sulochana gives hugs to those few who're still awake and on watch, then tucks her hand into Roy's arm and smiles up at him, "I believe we have some... checking to do on you, yes?"
Roy shifts so they're holding hands instead of her hand on his arm, then leads her up onto the boat. They end up stopping here and there in shadowed corners to kiss and giggle together, putting aside the stress and danger of the negotiations. Sulochana is delighted to scamper up on board like two kids in love trying to sneak back home without mom spotting them! She cheerfully runs her hands all over Roy when he pauses, unbuttoning his shirt little by little as they slowly make their way towards the royal cabin.
Roy can't quite reciprocate on the buttons without having her half-stripped, but he takes every opportunity to slide his hands beneath cloth and whisper little hints and teases about what he plans to do with her once they're alone. Once he even presses her into a corner between bulkheads and slides the hem of her skirt up far enough to trail his fingers along the crease where thigh meets hip -- while purring to her about what it will feel like to have that be his tongue instead. Sulochana giggles and leans into Roy, wrapping her arms and that leg about him, then standing on tiptoe to give him a long, slow, thorough kiss!
When she does that, Roy scoops her up completely and carries her the rest of the way to the royal stateroom, completely ignoring anyone they might pass on the way. Sulochana giggles as she's swept up in Roy's arms, and wriggles happily against him -- she loves feeling how interested he is! The few they do pass have the good sense and good manners not to interrupt. Once alone, Roy kisses the palms of her hands and says, "Let me do this..." He carefully undresses her, caressing and kissing the skin bared as he removes the clothes, murmuring to her in his native patois. From what she understands he calls her a swamp flower, a fiery rose, and the joy of his life. When Roy starts undressing Sulochana, saying such sweet and heartfelt things to her, she has to blink rapidly a few times, and her affectionate smile is a little shaky. Hearing and feeling the sincerity in Roy's voice and actions makes her want to simply melt into him, maybe even hold him close forever.
By the time she's completely bare and laying across the bed, he's still mostly clothed; he crawls over her, not quite letting his body touch hers as he leans down to kiss her, murmuring against her mouth, "Ma cherie, mon amour exquis..." Sulochana's eyes are glimmering, her own hands stroking with slow appreciation over her beloved. Roy is apparently teasing himself as well, not allowing himself to touch her with anything but hands and mouth as he goes about doing several of the things he teased her with on their playfully furtive trip back. At one point he even tells her that he plans to tease her until she absolutely can't stay still any longer. That causes her to laugh softly, rubbing her cheek lightly against his skin as she murmurs, "My heart, I feel it's only fair to warn you I have had a bit of training in controlling my reactions... because I simply adore being the center of your attention like this!" Or at least that's what she intends to say -- it takes a while, and is interspersed with the occasional happy gasp and soft moan.
Roy grins up her front, from where he has been trailing kisses over the tops of her feet and along the insides of her thighs, and says, "Then I guess it'll take a while..." Without really meaning to, he is paying worship to her, murmuring words of adoration -- even if some of them are deliciously lascivious. Once in a while he presses close enough to let her feel the heat and hardness of him against her, wanting her to know how she affects him as well. Sulochana does not recognize the puja for what it is; she's never really experienced it before. All she knows for sure is she's feeling increasingly, wonderfully fiery inside -- as if her inner passion was a surging and molten hunger, starving for her beloved's sweetly blissful warmth. She doesn't even realize she's starting to shift into her serpentine form -- she simply automatically and sinuously winds a few coils about her sweetheart, arching her back to raise herself up to his amazingly arousing attentions.
Roy hadn't meant to perform the puja, having simply wanted to pour out his love for his cherie. He gasps a little as the serpentine coils wrap around him; he'd not expected that! He kisses each of her breasts as it happens and murmurs teasingly, "Mmhmm... seems like yer not quite as in control as you though, mon petite chou."
Sulochana opens her blissfully closed eyes to give Roy a confused look -- then at his grin and gesture, she blinks a bit startledly down at herself. "Oh... my!" She gives him a slightly guilty glance, wrapping her arms about him as she murmurs, "I'm sorry, sweetheart -- I didn't mean to ruin your enjoyment. Is this all right, at least for now, though?"
Roy's eyes are still smoldering, "This ain't even half-likely to stop me." He caresses along her lovely slithery tail with one hand, "You're amazing to me in all your forms, cherie..." He shifts, starting to wriggle out of his clothes even while in the embrace of her serpentine half.
Sulochana laughs, her dark forked tongue flickering warmly against his cheek as she sits up enough to help Roy strip off his clothes. Rubbing sinuously against his heated skin, she almost purrs, "Missed you so very much, beautiful man... I'm so glad you don't mind this form!" The vibrantly marked, smallest end of her tail flickers in a delicate tease against Roy's inner thigh as she sighs happily, hugging him and drawing him down on top of her, "Come be welcome in my temple, my heart." Roy shivers at the tickle along his thigh, and his body arches against Sulochana, mouth lowering to kiss the tips of her breasts and then her mouth again as he slides himself against her and into her, gasping with the sensation. His caressing and kissing and worship has brought him close to fever-pitch himself, and it is easy to lose himself in her for the rest of the night, both of them unaware of the spark of life their lovemaking ignites.
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