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GROANS RUMBLED FROM HIS CHEST AS HE PRESSES AGAINST YOU, a hand on the side of your neck while the other works at the fabrics of your clothes, eagerly prying it off as his lips locked against yours in a passionate kiss. You moan back, hands moving to help Kabru with the strings of your tunic and you attempt to shimmy out of your pants.
He pulls away to catch his breath, hand moving from your neck to your cheek, stroking it tenderly with his thumb. Kabru stares at you with an intense adoration, one you wouldn’t normally see between two near-strangers who hook up occasionally. Still, Kabru kisses you like he means it, he touches you like it’s out of love.
It’s a strange relationship you have with Kabru; one meant to be filled with nights together just to stave off the loneliness and to satisfy one’s desires, but you’re certain somewhere along the days spent waking up to him naked on your bed and the nights he had simply kept you company by the bar, you had developed some form of emotion for the adventurer. Something that isn’t quite love, yet not far from it.
You can all but blame Kabru for it, especially when he stares at you like he does right now, with such pureness it sets your soul alight with nothing short of passion.
Kabru pulls away slightly, focusing his hands on the complexities of your garments to better rid them off you. He smiles as he works, a small smile that’s brimming with fondness, you feel a reaction in your gut. He tugs on the strings of your tunic gently, tenderly, then slides it off your shoulders, letting it flop unceremoniously on the ground.
He leans down your ear as his fingers trace the hem of your bottoms. “You look beautiful tonight…” He whispers, voice grown husky.
Your cheeks flare up. “You say that every night.”
“So? You look beautiful every night. It would be shameful of me not to notice, and even worse if I kept that knowledge secret.”
You roll your eyes; such a romantic, this man.
He tugs on your bottoms, firm and eager. “Take off your shirt for me, gorgeous. I have to see you.” His command is gentle, tender.
You oblige, pulling up your shirt over your head as Kabru slides your bottoms down your waist. There’s a poignant pause, and when his face returns to your vision, you find him staring even more intently at you, blue eyes tracing your figure from your shoulders down to your thighs. He licks his lips, hunger shining through his gaze.
You can’t help but smile, knowing well this is exactly how he’d react to seeing the new lacy lingerie you donned, something you bought just for him.
Kabru relaxes a bit, as if remembering you weren’t some prey he had to hunt, you all his tonight. He chuckles softly, an amused grin gracing his handsome features. His fingers trace over the lace, trailing down to the matching thigh garter that held up your sheer stockings. “Do you always wear this sort of undergarment?” He teases, eyes shifting from your lingerie up to muse at your reaction. He pulls at the garter then snaps it back against your skin, appreciatively watching the way the plush of your thigh jiggles from the force.
You swallow slightly, cheeks beginning to heat up with how small he’s making you feel now. “Oh… Only when I know I might run into you…” You admit shyly, sudden embarrassment swelling up in your throat making your voice a soft whisper.
Kabru’s breath hitches. He stares at you intently, almost in disbelief. Before you can say anything, he presses his knee up between your legs, grinding it against your crotch. He leans back down to kiss you, his tongue welcomed past your parted lips. His hands find your hips, holding onto the flesh tightly, possessively.
“Gods, you’ll be the death of me.”