Alpin's Chambers

She grinned. "They're men. Of course they did," she said, sticking her tongue out at him. "They taught me how to curse, fight, and be inappropriate; the only things men are good at," she said with a giggle. She laughed at his good comment and shook her head slightly, only to find his lips claiming hers in a passionate kiss. Her arms moved up to curl around his neck as she kissed him back, but then he broke off the kiss. A sigh drifted from her, until he decided that tickling her was the route to go. Oh, yeah, she was ticklish. As was evidenced by a squeal of laughter that she let loose and the fact that she started to flail about, wriggling in an attempt to get away from his fingers. "You. Really. Shouldn't. Do. That," she said between gasps for air. She attempted to slide off his lap and onto the floor to get away from him. "I can't promise you won't get hurt if you don't stop," she gasped as she continued to squirm about while he tickled her. Okay, so ticklish might be a bit of an understatement. And she was definitely laughing. So, mission accomplished?

She wriggled and squealed with laughter more, quite happy that he didn't manage to get a hold of her foot, because then he most definitely would have gotten injured by a kick. When he flipped her up and pinned her against the couch to tickle her sides some more she squirmed like crazy, her whole torso coming up off the couch a couple or few times. And when he finally stopped tickling her, she was gasping for air. When she finally caught her breath she narrowed her eyes at him, and quickly shoved him back so that she could pin him against the couch. "You might not be ticklish, but I can get you back in other ways," she said, mischief dancing in her eyes. She dipped her head and pressed a quick kiss to his lips before trailing kisses across his jaw-line and down his neck to his collar bone. She nibbled lightly on the flesh in the crook of his neck and then pressed a kiss there. She trailed kisses over to the other side of his neck, nibbled at the hollow there, and kissed up to just below his ear. She nibbled his earlobe gently, and then trailed kissed back across his jaw to his lips. She brushed her lips lightly over his a time or two before finally actually kissing him.

She gave a soft groan when he held her in place so that he could kiss her back. And by the end of it; like him, she was breathing heavily. Lust clouded her gaze, but a triumphant smile claimed her lips when he said that he wasn't proud to admit defeat, and she couldn't help but giggle. "Well, sire, that's what you get for tickling me," she teased gently. And then she realized that her saying that might lead to him tickling her more often and she shook her head. "No, that doesn't give you an excuse to tickle me more often," she said with a laugh. "Well," she said with a thoughtful look. "Maybe," she said and winked at him. Not that they needed help in that department or anything. She laughed and shook her head and then pressed another kiss to his lips before she moved to let him sit up. She settled on the other end of the couch, tugging at her clothes to readjust them. Because of how big they were on her the shit collar had dipped a bit too low for her comfort in the front and the kilt had shifted slightly on her hips so that it wasn't positioned properly. "Hmm. I think I might need to change," she muttered more to herself than anything. She'd mostly chosen to wear the clothes as a source of comfort during his absence and after everything that had happened earlier in the day. He was back now, though, and they were a bit too large for her to wear comfortably if she was going to do anything other than just sit around.

She laughed at his mock pout. "You don't have to tickle me to make me laugh," she said with a shake of her head. No, she didn't miss the way he looked at the crooked clothes and then rolled his eyes when she fixed them. "Don't roll your eyes at me. I was making myself comfortable," she said, sticking her tongue out at him in a childish manner. She laughed again at his comment about the way she looked in his shirt. "Because they're entirely too big," she responded to his question. "And apparently even tying a knot in the shirt doesn't help much. Having to constantly readjust them so that they settle in the right places is a bit irritating," she continued, shaking her head at him. She leaned across the couch and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "I'm going to change," she said firmly as she got up from the couch.

She crossed the sitting room to enter his bedchamber. Her dress from earlier that she'd barely worn for a full hour was draped across the back of a chair, and so she walked over to grab it. She quickly shimmied out of the kilt and pulled off the shirt, not even bothering to untie the knot. Then she slipped into her dress and laced up the sides before she'd return to the sitting room.

She'd smiled at his comment. "Your biased, therefore your opinion of my appearance doesn't count," she'd teased. "Hardly. Having to readjust clothing all the time does not make them count as comfortable," she'd said before she'd gone off to change. When she returned and he made the comment about her just having to take the dress of again she shook her head at him. "You, sire, are incorrigible," she teased. But she shook her head and walked back over to the couch to settle next to him and rest her head against his shoulder again. "Hmm. Nothing that I know of. When I left the queen she was seeing to it that Esras got stitched up. She didn't say that she needed me for anything else today," she admitted with a shrug as she leaned up to press a soft kiss to his cheek. "Why do you ask?" She figured it was probably just because he didn't want their spending time together to be interrupted. Though it was possible that he had something else in mind. If he did she had no idea what he could be thinking of. Well. Except for maybe one thing, but she had the feeling that might not be what he was talking about. Or it might. There was no telling with him, really.

She laughed when he asked if it was a problem. "No, I don't suppose it is. I guess I was just pointing out the obvious," she teased. She blinked when he reached down to pull her up off the couch. Not that she had any problem with doing something with him other than just cuddling, but it was a bit unexpected. She smiled, however, when he lead her towards the door. She chewed on her lip uncertainly when he asked her what she wanted to do. She realized then that she had no idea what sorts of things he enjoyed doing. And she didn't want to suggest something that would either bore him to tears or make him run screaming in the opposite direction. "Well," she said. "What kinds of things do you enjoy doing? I don't want to suggest something that you would find no enjoyment in," she said as she lifted her other hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. One of the draw backs of marrying someone you knew nothing about was...well..not knowing anything about them. Of course. Who really knew the person they married most of the time? One of the draw backs to living in a time where arranged marriages are much more common than not.