#earthrunes

Earth Runes seems thriving with busy people, but Colton is there to greet her. He's dressed, nice. "hi."

"Hi." She smiles, blushing. She's dressed nicely, too, but not court-nice, and she looks around. "Um...busy time?"

"Oh yes, but that buys me free time actually" He offers his arm

"You're sure? Looks like an all-hands-on-deck kind of situation." She takes his arm and notes the bustling servants. "What's going on, anyway?"

"Sir August's quest is victorious, and it could shape House Liam in some ways. I don't think it's a secret, but there's a Banner House forming... or reforming. " He says leading her through quieter hallways . Dimly lit. rather nice.

"A bannerhouse?" Apparently, this is a term that she's missed. However, she's only half-interested in it. She's far more interested in the warmth of his arm, and the quiet luxury of this part of the manor. She loves her Lodge, but this kind of luxury is impressive.

"Seem to be like little branches off the main houses. Interesting, but I'm not sure how much difference it will make in the long run. " A nuzzle "I was far more interested in seeing you again." Rich tapestries provide indoor scenery.

She smiles at the nuzzle and returns it in kind. "I'm glad. And me too, you. I mean...well, you know what I mean." Could I be any more awkward?

"I'd like to think I do," He says "But I have to be careful. One time, I tried playing cool and know it all with this girl? She sent me packing. Now, later I got another chance ... not sure what I did right there" A smile "But I'm glad I did."

"Well, she's clearly too soft-hearted for her own good." She takes on an elite air for a moment, then drops it. "I'm glad she gave you that chance," she says more quietly.

He takes her hands as they approach an elegant door at the far end of a hallway, "I adore her soft heart. Ah, It's the furthest suite. Ready to go in?"

She lets him take her hands, and he may detect a bit of a shake. "I'm...kind of nervous..." she admits with a blush and a frown. "Shouldn't be, but...." A sigh. "Sorry. So...yes...." She nods and looks at the door, then at him. A nervous smile. "Yes...?"

He kisses her gently, then it deepens, a bit more heat.

She returns the kiss, shy at first, but...then not so shy, as the kiss deepens. They've kissed before, often, deeply, and the thrill of it...the promise of it...she relaxes into it, warms to it.

Then when they part "So have I changed your 'Yes?' to a "yes.'"

A deep breath. "Still a little nervous...but..." she meets his eyes directly "...yes."

A nod, "I'm nervous too but... " He says "Not as much I am hopeful." And he opens the door, and she looks in. The room is opulent, a bucket of ice with non achohlic wine (Juice really) long stemed glasses. There's a hot tub sized enouh two trolls could fit. Rose petals on the floor leads to the expansive bed.

She stares and her jaw drops. "This...this can't be for us."

"Uhm.. yes. I ... " suddenly he looks nervous "You don't like it?"

Why there's even an old phongraph with a few vinyl records ready to play music.

"It's...wow...." She blinks. "I'm just a little stunned. I mean...." She takes a tentative step in, as if the floor is made of spun sugar and might shatter at any moment. "....wow."

"I wanted it to be perfect, well, as perfect as I could make it." A smile as she moves "The music is.. .well, there's soft jazz, some love songs, and classical."

"I guess...jazz?" she suggests, moving a bit further into the room, still overwhelmed.

He leaves her only a short distance to put on the music. Everything is so grand; one can be thrilled, filled with wonder, or intimidated or.well..any mix that suits. Satins and silks for pillows and sheets and such.

She does sort of waver in among those responses, moving from one to another unpredictably. The dark curves of a mahogany-framed mirror...the rich colors of the tapestries on the walls...she tentatively touches the satin cover on the bed, then draws away again, offering him a shaky smile. "I'm pretty sure this is the most luxurious bedroom I've ever been in. I feel kind of...um...underdressed." Apologetic.

A dozen thoughts to come to his mind.

"I can take my shoes off and even things out," he offers with a touch of humor.

She sees those thoughts travel through his eyes and...oh, that attention is nice. "I'd be okay with that," she smiles.

And he slips his shoes off. Then.. his jacket. "Would you like something to eat?"

"I'd like something to drink, really." She watches him appreciatively.

"Happy to do so," He moves to the juice in the wine like bottle and opens it, then pours two glasses, " I hope you like." A glance at her, "And for someone who worries about her outfit, you look amazing."

"Thanks," she smiles, smoothing an imagined wrinkle from her skirt. "Though I think if I'd known the room would look like this, I might have tried to contact Vashti for another wardrobe bump."

"Vashti's good," He admits and offers her glass, "But I promise I wouldn't be thinking of the dress."

She takes the glass. "Well...yeah...I guess it wouldn't be the, uh, main appeal."

"The main appeal is you" he assures, "Your eyes ...I could drown in those." The music plays easy and relaxing, with a longing touch.

A shuddery breath, and she takes a sip of juice. "That's nice..." she says of the drink. A hesitant look. "Maybe...would you want to dance?"

"I'd love to, may I have this dance?" He offers his arm.

She sets down her glass, smiling. "Oh, yes." She takes his arm and lets him draw her into the music.

And they dance! they move to and fro and swirl about. Arm in arm, they move in the luxury of the suite's surroundings.

Sylvi may be a bit awkward at first, unusually self-conscious even in dancing, but they've danced together before, many times. The familiarity of it is reassuring, and sometimes playful. And after a while she finds she's just enjoying the look in his eyes as they move together.

And his eyes are hers to command. Experimenting with her motions shows she can guide his eyes.. to her hips, higher or lower than that...front or back. There's a power in being wanted, and a danger too, but that also has it's allure.

Yes, she definitely enjoys that power...and the power that comes with reaching up to brush a light kiss against his lips, just a touch.

And he kisses back, she can feel his restraint, his resolve weakening, but he doesn't.. press. Not too hard.

She draws back a bit, watching his eyes, still moving with him to the music.

His eyes are shimmering with an intensity she's seen before. She is almost certain his touch is getting warmer. "Is tonight... are you enjoying tonight so far?"

"I am," she murmurs. And she kisses him again, pressing a bit closer against him. "Are you?" A whisper.

"Yes." he whispers in her ear as they press , his body is... yes, responding to her. Heat is only a part of it. "I want you... I mean.. I want..." An admission, "No. That was me being honest. I want you." A kiss then "Do you want me too?"

A little catch in her breathing, then the kiss, and after a moment, a shaky nod. "I'm still nervous, but...I do. Want you."

His glass hand strokes her cheek, cool contrast to the heat of flesh, but not unpleasant. "Then I think tonight should be the night. " Another kiss, "Do you think so too?" His flesh and blood hand on her hip hinting , guiding.

A soft sigh as she turns her head into the cool touch of his hand, eyes closed with pleasure. She follows this kiss with another, her hands stroking his shoulders and back. "I...yes. Colton..." She looks at him, her eyes warm and wanting.