It wasn't just the curve of her hips that drew his eye, it was the trimness of her waist, the way her body came in and arched up into the delicate line of her spine. He could wax poetic about her lines, about her shoulder and the creaminess of her neck, but it had been too long since he'd spoken like a lovesick man of his era.
"I was accused many many years ago of trying to fuck anything that stood still long enough; I've since, sadly, curbed my real talent for it. But you're more then enough inspiration for me to stir those fires again," he replied, eyes steady on her eyes until he finished and indulging in a glance at the way the water lapped at her ample bosom.
Rising as smoothly as he'd sank and wearing a cocky smirk, Matt went and fetch the rest of the candles, setting them out and lighting the few he had before starting to disrobe.
"Being your slave, what should I do but tend, upon the hours and times of your desire?" His grin cocked to one side as he pulled his shirt free from his pants and discarded it and it's buttons in a blink. "I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require. Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour."
His pants came next, folded carefully with swift, practiced motions as he continued, setting them on a bench to the side before facing her, naked as the day he was born, to walk into the bath.
"Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour. When you have bid your servant once adieu;-" A long pace wasn't needed to cross the bath and he settled beside her, fingers dancing across the line of her bare shoulders as his arm draped around her. "-Nor dare I question with my jealous thought, Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought, Save, where you are and how happy you make those." He paused, soaking in the heat of the bath and the warmth of her gaze. "So true a fool is love that in your will, Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill."
He might have been accused of such a long time before but not too long ago others had said much the same to Glinda in warning. Admittedly without such direct language but the warning had been thorough never the less. The witch's colourful cheeks heated more as she suppressed the urge to giggle as she didn't want to seem childish in front of him. And there was little more immature than giggling at swear words.
It would have been polite to look aside whilst he undressed. It would have been more impolite to look away whilst he spoke. It was a conundrum of manners and impulse but truthfully the deicision to keep her eyes on him wasn't as quarellous as it should have been. The few times they had been close in recent weeks had been a rush of lust and careless pushing of garments out of the way. There hadn't been time to sit and stare and - dare she think it? - enjoy the look of his frame. Glinda eyes certainly didn't leave him as he came towards her.
The poetry was swoon-worthy and Glinda found herself rather glad that she was sat in the heated water as she felt her knees go rightfully weak even while not supporting her weight. She had such a weakness when it came to the espousing of poetry and in Matthew's enchanting tones it was even more alluring than it had any good right to be. Glinda hand raised to lace her fingers with the ones resting against her skin.
"You really shouldn't be allowed to walk about capable of saying things like that." There was a touch of roughness in Glinda's soft tone that hadn't been there before and an honest awe behind her eyes. "It truly is an unfair challenge to me now knowing you can send me into riddiculousness with little more than words."
The image of her with rosy cheeks and biting back a laugh was the best that he had to her so far and he beamed his approval at her well past settling next to her voluptuous frame. He was glad she looked as he'd approached; it was an opening to her boldness that he knew was tucked behind propriety and fear somewhere, and he did so want to see that drawn out a bit.
He grinned softly, leaning towards roguishness as best he could to beat back the sweetness he could feel lurking in the edges of his words.
"I must have something to keep competition with your feminine wiles and charm. But I didn't hear a single girlish titter, so I'm afraid I must try harder." His grin melted into a smirk as he started and finished, in one well practiced, story teller's go.
Whatever happens with us, your body will haunt mine — tender, delicate your lovemaking,like the half curled front Of the fiddlehead fern in forests, just washed by sun. Your traveled, generous thighs Between which my whole face has come and come The innocence and wisdom of the place my tongue has found there the live, insatiate dance of your nipples in my mouth — your touch on me, firm, protective, searching me out, your strong tongue and slender fingers reaching where I had been waiting years for you in my rose-wet cave — whatever happens, this is.
Oh, this time he entirely earned Glinda's small muffled giggle. Admittedly she had heard lewd poetry before although that had only toed the line into the territory of outright luridity. It was a long-standing tradition in Gillikun that during weddings once the happy new couple had tied the knot the families would sit about and spin yarns which inevitably turned into dirty limericks and blue poems.
There was an element within Glinda that rather enjoyed this. Sitting and flirting and saying terrible things that people would never expect to hear her say in a million years. A visceral enjoyment from surprising people that she took great pleasure in.
"Very dramatic." She applauded around blushing cheeks, delighted and scandalised in equal measure. "I must confess, I haven't much memory for poems but there are one or two I am oddly fond of;
Many people indulge despite the dangers In dalliance even with complete strangers Well, it was during such an act of fornication That he hesitated after achieving penetration “My dear miss, I would not have entered the vicinity Had I been made aware of your virginity” “My good sir, if I had thought you would be mistaken And that as a virgin I would have been taken” Then before we indulged in carnal delights I would have removed my damned tights”
Her giggle made his eyes dance behind their faint crows feet that had already started to set in before he was turned. This was something he was enjoying very much. Not enough people spun stories, and even fewer bothered to memorize any. It made him a hit at parties, and was a readily welcome, if not of't used skill to exercise.
All they needed was some cheeses to go with this wine and things would truly be perfect.
"Oh my," he said with a faux worried glance around them before leaning in to whisper to her. "I see the sky hasn't fallen at your impropriety and dirty words." He spread a grin at her, boyish and playful. "I wonder what else you're allowed to do without the world coming to an end around you."
Glinda's smile broke into something more coquettish. "I shall have you know, dear Matthew, that I know many an impropriety and yet more dirty words." That she chose not to use them was another matter. It was yet another thing that had to be left behind. One couldn't be the flirting and bawdy waif in the vicious world of politics. Not when so many expectations rested upon your shoulders. "I am just mindful of whom I share them with."
"Probably not a great deal but in moments like this, I find it difficult to care if the sky were to fall." Especially when Matthew's presence and closeness was quite so intoxicating.
"Then you will let me bathe you, yes?" His grin stayed broad and charming, one hand sliding up the creamy length of her thigh. "To soap you and your back, all those places you must have trouble reaching."
Of course, he didn't think she had trouble getting anything anywhere, not with her magic. But they were playing and Matthew hadn't learned how to play with her magic yet.
Matthew knew far too well how to push at the edges of her prim perfect pristine world and make it unravel in its entireity. Flirting and flouncing was suppose to be locked away; a relic of bygone years and intentions and horrors. Those fingers on her thigh were encouraging in the worst and best possible ways.
Despite herself, her eyes still flicked to the door to check they were still alone even despite Matthew's assurance that they wouldn't be disturbed. It wasn't usual to find people being close in the baths and Glinda wasn't jaded enough yet to do much more than turn on her heel with a squealed apology when she did come across it. And yet, they seemed to be alone. "Were it any other, I would say certainly not. However, I do seem to have trouble in refusing you." Since that first premission had been granted it had made it near impossible to say no to him.
He'd only just begun. Glinda was a soft, pure soul that desperately needed at least a little corruption. Matt knew how far he got would be questionable, only because Glinda was so very aware of his depravities.
Matthew smiled, putting as much of the sun into it as he could, pushing to his feet and walking out of the baths to gather a uniquely shaped soap that smelled a bit like flowers but smelled like sunshine and clean sheets somehow before walking slowly back into the tub, dark eyes locked purposefully on her.
"Turn then, my lady, and I shall start with your back."
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"I was accused many many years ago of trying to fuck anything that stood still long enough; I've since, sadly, curbed my real talent for it. But you're more then enough inspiration for me to stir those fires again," he replied, eyes steady on her eyes until he finished and indulging in a glance at the way the water lapped at her ample bosom.
Rising as smoothly as he'd sank and wearing a cocky smirk, Matt went and fetch the rest of the candles, setting them out and lighting the few he had before starting to disrobe.
"Being your slave, what should I do but tend, upon the hours and times of your desire?" His grin cocked to one side as he pulled his shirt free from his pants and discarded it and it's buttons in a blink. "I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require. Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour."
His pants came next, folded carefully with swift, practiced motions as he continued, setting them on a bench to the side before facing her, naked as the day he was born, to walk into the bath.
"Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour. When you have bid your servant once adieu;-" A long pace wasn't needed to cross the bath and he settled beside her, fingers dancing across the line of her bare shoulders as his arm draped around her. "-Nor dare I question with my jealous thought, Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought, Save, where you are and how happy you make those." He paused, soaking in the heat of the bath and the warmth of her gaze. "So true a fool is love that in your will, Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill."
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It would have been polite to look aside whilst he undressed. It would have been more impolite to look away whilst he spoke. It was a conundrum of manners and impulse but truthfully the deicision to keep her eyes on him wasn't as quarellous as it should have been. The few times they had been close in recent weeks had been a rush of lust and careless pushing of garments out of the way. There hadn't been time to sit and stare and - dare she think it? - enjoy the look of his frame. Glinda eyes certainly didn't leave him as he came towards her.
The poetry was swoon-worthy and Glinda found herself rather glad that she was sat in the heated water as she felt her knees go rightfully weak even while not supporting her weight. She had such a weakness when it came to the espousing of poetry and in Matthew's enchanting tones it was even more alluring than it had any good right to be. Glinda hand raised to lace her fingers with the ones resting against her skin.
"You really shouldn't be allowed to walk about capable of saying things like that." There was a touch of roughness in Glinda's soft tone that hadn't been there before and an honest awe behind her eyes. "It truly is an unfair challenge to me now knowing you can send me into riddiculousness with little more than words."
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He grinned softly, leaning towards roguishness as best he could to beat back the sweetness he could feel lurking in the edges of his words.
"I must have something to keep competition with your feminine wiles and charm. But I didn't hear a single girlish titter, so I'm afraid I must try harder." His grin melted into a smirk as he started and finished, in one well practiced, story teller's go.
Whatever happens with us, your body
will haunt mine — tender, delicate
your lovemaking,like the half curled front
Of the fiddlehead fern in forests, just washed by sun.
Your traveled, generous thighs
Between which my whole face has come and come
The innocence and wisdom of the place my tongue has found there
the live, insatiate dance of your nipples in my mouth —
your touch on me, firm, protective, searching me out,
your strong tongue and slender fingers reaching where I had been waiting years for you in my rose-wet cave — whatever happens, this is.
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There was an element within Glinda that rather enjoyed this. Sitting and flirting and saying terrible things that people would never expect to hear her say in a million years. A visceral enjoyment from surprising people that she took great pleasure in.
"Very dramatic." She applauded around blushing cheeks, delighted and scandalised in equal measure. "I must confess, I haven't much memory for poems but there are one or two I am oddly fond of;
Many people indulge despite the dangers
In dalliance even with complete strangers
Well, it was during such an act of fornication
That he hesitated after achieving penetration
“My dear miss, I would not have entered the vicinity
Had I been made aware of your virginity”
“My good sir, if I had thought you would be mistaken
And that as a virgin I would have been taken”
Then before we indulged in carnal delights
I would have removed my damned tights”
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All they needed was some cheeses to go with this wine and things would truly be perfect.
"Oh my," he said with a faux worried glance around them before leaning in to whisper to her. "I see the sky hasn't fallen at your impropriety and dirty words." He spread a grin at her, boyish and playful. "I wonder what else you're allowed to do without the world coming to an end around you."
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"Probably not a great deal but in moments like this, I find it difficult to care if the sky were to fall." Especially when Matthew's presence and closeness was quite so intoxicating.
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Of course, he didn't think she had trouble getting anything anywhere, not with her magic. But they were playing and Matthew hadn't learned how to play with her magic yet.
"Would you share that honor with me?"
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Despite herself, her eyes still flicked to the door to check they were still alone even despite Matthew's assurance that they wouldn't be disturbed. It wasn't usual to find people being close in the baths and Glinda wasn't jaded enough yet to do much more than turn on her heel with a squealed apology when she did come across it. And yet, they seemed to be alone. "Were it any other, I would say certainly not. However, I do seem to have trouble in refusing you." Since that first premission had been granted it had made it near impossible to say no to him.
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Matthew smiled, putting as much of the sun into it as he could, pushing to his feet and walking out of the baths to gather a uniquely shaped soap that smelled a bit like flowers but smelled like sunshine and clean sheets somehow before walking slowly back into the tub, dark eyes locked purposefully on her.
"Turn then, my lady, and I shall start with your back."