Moonspear [m] Stolen Light

A grin then. Quick like lightning. Lighting up his mischievous green eyes. He was glad that it showed. Because he did try.  There was no doubt that he could be a total jerk.
 
Alaric had never slept with Sialuk. He wasn't even sure if she was one he would have entertained a thought for. Unless asked. Not that she wasn't pretty or kind. She just didn't peak his interest like others. 

Well if you change your mind and you want boundaries let me know.

A kiss along his face. Tongue darted out to lick the spot. Green eyes cut down to her, a sly almost predatory gleam in his gaze then. Gladly willing to indulge her. He returned it with ease. 

A soft huff. He shifted her and dipped his head down to the sensitive spot between ear and jaw and followed a trail downward. A guttural agreement leaving his maw.