What-she never gets aggressive- He became aware that not all the heat coursing through his veins was due to the temperature of the water. He closed his eyes, went passive, and let her lips and tongue play with his, until he was breathless. Her hair fell around him, enveloping him in her own silken waterfall.
She released him, and he nearly slid under.
' that was for going back and saving my dyheli,' she said, sitting back on her heels, balancing there as if she had no weight at all.
'I didn't-exactly-' He regretted having to confess that he had very little to do with it, if that was what she had in mind for a reward.
She dismissed everything he was going to say with a wave of her hand.
'I know, there's that Changechild involved in it, and it did the magic-but you stayed with them, and you Mindcalled them. They'd never have found their way out without that.'
'It' did the magic. She doesn't know Nyara is female... His attention was captured and held, as she began removing her clothing in the most provocative way, slowly, teasingly. He found himself watching her with parted lips. First the tunic-lacings loosened, then pulling the garment slowly over her head. Then the breeches, inching them down over her hips, sliding them a little at a time down her long, lithe legs-all the while maneuvering so that the shirt covered all the strategically important parts of her. Then the shirt followed the tunic at the same tantalizingly slow speed.
At that moment she seemed just as exotic as Nyara, and just as desirable.
Nyara- If she doesn't know Nyara's a female, there's no harm in not telling her-She was down to a short chemise now, and she winked, once, then vanished into the shadows, reappearing before he had time to think why she had left.
'I put the 'in use' marker at the entrance,' she said. 'Not that there's anyone likely to be here tonight. I knew you were at the meeting, and I waited to catch you to thank you properly. But you didn't go the way I thought you would. I had to chase you, loverhawk.' She stood in an unconscious pose at the rim, moonlight softening the hard muscles, and turning her into something as soft and quicksilver as a Changechild.
'I wanted to avoid Father,' he said, filling his eyes with her.
I thought so,' she said, and laughed. 'I figured, knowing you, that as long as you were here you'd probably decide to soak him out of your thoughts. I've been checking every pool between here and Rainlance's ekele.'
'I'm glad you found me,' he said softly.
She sat on the rim, slid out of the chemise, and into his arms. 'So T ' -I,- -his-red and buried her hands in his damp hair, her lips and tongue devouring him, teasing him, doing things no woman had ever done to him before.
His hands slid down her back, to cup her buttocks and hold her against him. She strained into the embrace, as if she wanted to reach past his skin, to merge with him. Her kiss took on a fiercer quality, and she worked her mouth around to his neck, biting him softly just beneath his ear, while he ran his hands over every inch of her, re- exploring what had become new again, and making her shiver despite the heat of the pool. He gasped as she nuzzled the soft skin behind his ear, then worked her way back to the hollow of his throat, and gasped again when she untangled her fingers from his hair, and slid them down his chest, slowly-teasingly.
'Not in here-' he managed to whisper, as he grew a little lightheaded from the combined heat of the water and his blood.
She laughed, low and throatily. 'All right.' She began to back up, one tiny step at a time, rewarding him for following her with her clever fingers, which were now hard at work well below the waterline and threatening to make his knees go to jelly at any moment.
They reached the edge of the pool, right beside the waterfall, where some kind soul had left a pile of waterproof cushions and mats. She turned away from him to hoist herself up on the rim.
He caught her by the waist, lifted her up, and held her there, nibbling his way up the inside of her thighs until it was her turn to gasp.
She buried her hands in his wet hair and her fingers flexed in time with her breathing.
Then she clutched two fistfuls of hair, pulled him away, and swore at him, half laughing. 'Get up here, you oaf' she hissed, 'Or I'll get back in the water and do the same to you! You just might drown!'
'We can't have that,' he chuckled, and joined her; tumbling her into the cushions, nibbling and touching, making her squeal with laughter and surprise.
He only had the upper hand for a moment. Then she somehow squirmed out from beneath him, and pulled a wrestler's trick on him.
