#earthrunes

"Ohhh, but I am the River-Witch, and you are in my domain..."

"It seems the price is far greater than wet toes... oh well, if I'm doomed anyway..." And he tries to tickle her feet

"Ack! Thou shalt be punished!"

A grin and playful second attempt... foolish troll, for now his flank lays bare and exposed like Smaug's patch!

Spidery hands descend, a light, teasing touch.

"Geeeh heh.." oh where is his kiths' vaunted willpower NOW?

"Muahaha, Mine is an evil laugh!"

"Curse your sudden but inevitable adorableness" And looking for a way to save himself, and losing the tickle war even as it starts, he switches tactics and kisses her.

Otherwise another tickle might land him right off the rock and into the stream.

Oh, good tactic!

"Diiieeee...mmph." She returns the kiss, twining her arms around him.

Well, this maybe the most brilliant idea he's ever thought of... mind you, now he's not sure he ever wants to stop kissing her, but live by it die by it indeed. The cold spray of the water about them coats them both thinly, making her deliciously slick in his hands, and annointing him in HER stream's wet. Blood echoes the stream, and the rush in their respective veins picks up a pacing at this pleasant mutual attention.

She slides her hands under his dampened shirt, mumbling something about... Darcy?.. before kissing him again.

Earl's own hands respond, feeling her own garment and skin nearly one and he mutters "Yes, Miss Bennet?" And then.. well... currents might get even more excited.

She does have the sense to guide him off the rock and to the grassy shore...

Indeed, the very banks which she also claims... and he is now on those banks, so he is hers to do with as she wishes. A river witch will have her due

(Fade to black, but black with purple overtones, classy black with a neo victorian twist... wait, I'm complicating this scene's fade way too much. Just trust us, it's very passionate but classy still. )