Something a Bit Different (Torrin)

[Caitrin de Archer]

Pressing her lips together, it took most of Caitrin’s self control not to laugh at his words. No, instead she just let her lips curl up into a little amused smile and she bit her lip at Torrin, because she knew just how well that worked, not just with him but most men. “Then I wait eagerly for your expertise.” She dragged on her words for longer than was needed, but she let her eyes just drop over him as well, just for a few moments before she walked off towards her room. She fully expected Torrin to quickly be at her heels, which made her grin inwardly. It was sweet sometimes that the man often felt they had the upper hand in these situations, but it was quite the opposite most of the time. Torrin was proving that right here and now as his footsteps quickly sounded against the corridor as he chased after her. Fortunately her rooms were not that long a walk away, though she didn’t speak much to Torrin on the way there, occasionally she bit her lip at him, or just flashed him a grin, but that was it. She didn’t need to make him more heated than he clearly already was, because that would probably land them in a situation in the corridor. As free as Caitrin was, she enjoyed privacy in these matters.

Once they were both in the room, Caitrin left Torrin to close the door, that wasn’t beyond him of course, and it would allow them a bit of privacy. Her room was very much as she’d left it, naturally, apart from someone had obviously come in and made her bed while she had been at the feast. She felt quite bad in a way that she was going to unmake the bed in such a crude way, but still, it was her room, she could do what she liked. She dropped her cloak from around her shoulders to the chair at her dresser and she turned rather cooly back to Torrin, with a small grin on her scarlet lips. Cocking her hips at the man, she took a few steps towards him, “Now, should I pour us both a drink...” Her words trailed off, as her eyes just explored him for a few moments, “Or did you have something to show me?”

[Torrin]

As soon as they were both inside Caitrin's room Torrin shut the door, leaning against it just to make sure it was properly shut. No one would just walk into the chambers of a noblewoman so he didn't bother to lock it - besides, locking a woman he'd only just met into her room might seem like a mood killer. He took a moment to look around him, it wasn't often he was in such a fine room and for a moment he found himself rather envious of how nice it was. As a jester, his presence was often required at strange hours - not only to entertain but also in some cases to deliver news no one else would dare, and so he had his own room - considerably smaller and poorer furnished than this. He'd have to ask the king about an upgrade...

Such thoughts however were swiftly pushed out his head when he turned to see Caitrin. She was far more interesting than the kind of curtains she had. She'd taken a few steps towards him, but they still weren't close enough for his liking, so he followed suit until they were only centimetres apart. That was much better.

He wasn't going to turn down her offer of a drink, no matter what other thoughts were currently on his mind. Servants were not encouraged to indulge in the sort of drink Caitrin would have so he was going to take every oppurtunity he could get. "Well if you're offering, it would be rude to say no." He grinned, "Besides, we're in no hurry." He was certainly going to make the most of this - not only was Caitrin a beautiful woman, but those pillows looked like goose down.

[Caitrin de Archer]

As Torrin stepped towards her, Caitrin was sure he was every bit as bold as she was. It was refreshing in a way, and all he needed now was to back it up with whatever he had to offer. It would be a pity if he didn’t live up to her expectations. He was an incredibly handsome and charming man, even given his status. She wondered why he had not taken her fancy before, then again, she was still quite new to Camelot, and she was still finding her feet. This was just one way she got to know the locals.

It felt strange playing host to someone of a lower status, but Caitrin never paid too much attention to titles, especially when the man was obliging enough. Why should she care, Torrin probably had more about him than most of the knights that were let into Camelot nowadays. Caitrin poured the wine into two goblets, as she had offered. This was one of the bottles of wine the kitchen had supplied her with, and she was starting to wish she had brought one of her Uncle’s bottles with her. It was only to warm the blood anyway, though it was already quite warm in the room. The fire was still burning from when she had lit it earlier, which was a relief as she could hardly light it magically in front of Torrin could she?

Caitrin passed Torrin the glass of wine, and she grinned at him as she took a sip of her wine. “I take it everything is to your liking?” She asked him, taking another step towards Torrin, because really subtlety really wasn’t needed here. They both knew what the other wanted so what was the point in pretending otherwise? Another sip of wine passed her lips, it wasn’t the best wine she’d ever had, but that was the problem of living with her Uncle. Her tastes were somewhat more refined and hard to please. This would do though, it was only to help relax them both anyway. Caitrin leant up to whisper in Torrin’s ear, a small smile on her face, “Do you have any suggestions for how we might spend this evening?” She hushed into his ear, nipping the bottom of his ear softly, just enough to leave the effect of her words hanging as she drew back. She bit down on her lip softly, chewing it as her eyes slipped from her bed back up to Torrin. “I’m all ears.” There was no doubt in either of their minds as to what to what the outcome of this evening would be, how they got there however was the more interesting part of this little encounter. She doubted Torrin would be a man who wanted to get the job over and done with in a manner of speaking. Perhaps they could have a little fun with their anticipation, after all, they had the whole evening to kill, what was the point in rushing everything.

[Torrin]

Torrin probably shouldn't be getting quite so comfortable, but it really was nice to be somewhere with a proper mattress. Obviously his main focus was Caitrin, but seriously, the mattress, it just looked so inviting, all fluffy and warm. This was going to be a good night, he had already decided. Then again, he had decided this was going to be a good night when he first spoke to her, this just made it even better. He really was quite the simpleton - here he was, in the company of a beautiful woman and all he could think about was how nice everything looked. It was the sort of thing his mother would say, and that was definitely not something to help set the mood.

He needed to snap out of it, thankfully, Caitrin broke his thoughts and his attention turned solely to her. He took the wine gratefully, taking a sip and trying to look like he was enjoying it. It was probably expensive. Torrin didn't particularly like wine at the best of times, but expensive wine was always stronger and therefore worse. It seemed his finite acting skills were once again called for. "What do you think?" He asked, unable to keep a grin off his face, which was quite impressive seeing as he was taking another sip of the wine. It really was foul, but he was supposed to be charming and seductive. Unfortunately that meant not spitting his drink everywhere.

It seemed they were still going with suggestion and subtlety, which Torrin found mildly amusing. They were currently in her bed chamber, it was fairly obvious what was going to happen, but still Caitrin inisisted on dragging it out. He wasn't complaining though, what was that saying again? Something about waiting for good things? Something like that, the details were unimportant, it was the main message that counted. All this suggestion and flirting was just building up for the main event. There was no point in rush- oh. Right. He hadn't been expecting that. Teeth and ears...very good combination. Not so good when he was trying to be suave and sophisticated and all he could think about was the tingling sensation. Damn her. "Well...a little more of that wouldn't go amiss." Hmm, not his finest line but he was going to just run with it.

[Caitrin de Archer]

Caitrin was sure that she was setting the mood for the evening perfectly. In truth, though she was quite confident in her ways, she had only got past a fumbled embrace with a few men. This was still relatively new territory for her, though she had learned the rules of this game incredibly well. She was learning how to please men, and how to let them please her in return. It was all a big game for her sometimes, and she should probably have been taking her time at court more seriously, and using it to find a husband. However, none of the men excited her enough for her to imagine marrying them and having to spend the rest of her life with them. The prospect didn’t really appeal to Caitrin at all, she couldn’t ever imagine letting a man capture her heart. Why would she want to? No one had ever truly loved her, even her parents had never shown her any affection. These were thoughts for another night though, for now she had to focus on Torrin, mainly as she could already feel her excitement stirring within her.

She matched Torrin’s wide grin, and took a sip of her wine. It calmed her a little, she couldn’t deny she was a little nervous, but the drink would soon rid her of that she was sure. She was confident in her abilities, but she supposed she still had quite a lot to learn and she wasn’t sure how experienced Torrin was as well. Some men liked to act confident, when in fact there was no grounds for them to be such. “I’m glad.” Was all she could think to say, as she polished off her goblet of wine, setting it down on the nearest surface. She took a few steps forwards until she could feel his breath upon her skin. He felt warm, and inviting, and Caitrin found herself just grinning up at him.

From the look he was giving her, Caitrin was sure she had surprised him. She quite liked that sensation. She licked her top lip slowly, just taking him in. She intended to enjoy herself tonight, and if he wanted more, then she was of course happy to oblige him. “As you wish.” She whispered against his lips, though she denied him the kiss, instead she began a trail from the side of his mouth, down his cheek and she eventually reached his neck. It was only then she drew back, and raised one of her hands so she could trail a finger from his neck down his body, stopping just before she reached his waist, “Now what will I get if I continue?” She asked him, drawing out every syllable as her hand found her side again, waiting for his answer.

[Torrin]

Right...this was...well...nice...that was about as descriptive as Torrin could be right now. His mind was far too occupied to come up with some great metaphor for what was happening right now. She was rather good at this, and if she was good at just teasing him, well, the main event was looking rather impressive. He was far too disappointed when she stopped and he realised he was expected to do something equally as impressive. He wasn't sure he could concentrate enough for that. Unlike her, he was more than happy to just cut the teases and built up, but he knew better than that. Women, he had learnt, seemed to enjoy the build up so if he wanted to enjoy himself just as much it was something he was going to have to put effort into. This, of course, would be a lot easier if his brain started to engage again. Caitrin was not helping.

From what he had learnt about Caitrin she was a woman who liked to be in control, well, Torrin would have to change that. There would be no clash of egoes tonight, of that he was certain because, well, because he was Torrin Fletch. He might not be able to think entirely clearly anymore, but he could remember that much. His arm found her waist, pulling her closer to him so her body was now pressed against his, before his hand settled on the small of her back. He bent his head until his lips found the bare skin of her neck, her soft, warm neck. He closed his eyes, just enjoying the feel of her flesh as his lips travelled further, finding her exposed collarbone while his hand moved upwards until it found the beginning of her fastenings. Rather handily, Torrin had enough experience and practice to be able to undo a woman's fastenings with one hand.

Despite his own eagerness, the fastenings were undone rather slowly, only the first few centimetres at first, a finger slipping under the fabric to feel the newly exposed flesh. He paused, concentrating on her collarbone again, tongue flicking out to meet the skin. After a few more moments he broke away, and looked at Caitrin with a questioning look. "Any of that suffice? Or does my lady requite a little more?"

[Caitrin de Archer]

Caitrin hadn’t had someone this interesting to entertain her desires in quite a long time. Men, in her most recent experiences, usually just liked to get to what they wanted, and didn’t ever leave enough time to build up the excitement. Her eyes washed over Torrin, wondering why she hadn’t noticed him at court before. Then again, she was very rarely at a loose end at a feast, someone always caught her eye, but tonight that person just happened to be him. Though she had been in Camelot for some time now, she was still quite inexperienced. Men never failed to surprise or please her, and she was so far enjoying every moment of her little encounter tonight. She let her hands smooth over Torrin’s body, starting at his hips and running up to his shoulders before hooking round his neck as her fingers toyed with the stray pieces of hair at the back of his head. This was a game Caitrin was determined to master, perhaps not tonight, but she would eventually.

Her arms left his neck, and found their place at his waist as he drew her towards him. Caitrin gasped a little, and felt a little flushed at his sudden advances. A part of her was willing him on though, to see exactly what he had up his sleeve. As his lips found her neck, her head started to spin a little, and she found it harder and harder to concentrate on anything. She moved her head to the side a little, allowing him more room, and increasing her own pleasures in the process. Caitrin was only vaguely aware of her dress becoming a little looser, though the sensation of Torrin’s fingers on her newly exposed skin got rid of any thoughts relating to that; she could just about focus on all these new feelings that he was supplying her with. When she did finally think to open her eyes again, she almost felt like she was drugged. Rolling her head back into place, she grinned at Torrin, only realising then that he was actually expecting an answer from her.

Before thinking to verbally answer Torrin, her hand slipped up under his shirt, and tentatively began to run across his warm flesh. Her other hand soon joined it, working in unison across his back, and briefly moving to the front as well, and running over the soft, sensitive skin at his chest. She smirked, as her hands returned to his back; still underneath the shirt, and once again her head tilted to the side, “Perhaps a little more is required.” The smirk was still there, but she couldn’t help but wonder how much longer they would be able to keep this little game up.