alisa_lebeau_v3 | Business and Pleasure *NSFW*

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Alisa had remained on Alistaire Shaw's lap the entire time. Partly to keep him off balance in case he wished to attack her in some way, and the other part just for the hell of it. He was now offering his company in bed, of all things. Her demon like eyes rolled in her head as she sat up, leaning her back some to look at Alistaire directly in his face.

"You t'ink I'm jus' gonna rip off my clothes an' go to bed wit' you like dat all willy nilly? Jesus... your ego is just as bad as your Grandpere's."

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A low groan bubbles up from his throat at that bite, and he glides a hand over her hip. "I find this arrangement to be highly satisfying. Everyone should have their own enforcer." He smirks.

"Well if everyone 'ad one, we wouldn' be for de elite, now would we?" She smirked a little at Alistaire, feeling one of his hands on her hip. She continued to kiss his neck some, and then his chest. "Plus female "enforcers" are rare in itself. De T'ieves Guild is still sort o' a... well... Men's Club."

"Misogyny is a waste of time. There's no profit in it." He snorts offhandedly, tilting his head to give her better access to his neck, beginning to hold her just a bit more tightly.

"Well, dey old school." She grinned a little as he held her a tad bit closer. "Women are rarely t'ieves or enforcers. Most are jus' brides an' housewives. An' believe me when I say I ain' de kinda gal you bring home to Mama."

The moment he tilted his head, she moved her lips back over his neck, along with her tongue. She was experimenting with what made him happy, and this appeared to be it.

Yes, Alistaire's neck totally does it for him. He slides a hand off of her hip to her rear. "I can't say for sure. I never knew my mother."

"Makes two o' us." She spoke in a somewhat dull tone about that. if there was anything Alisa hated, it was talking about her family, or lack of. "Don' even know who my Pere be, either. Kinda was adopted for one soul purpose, den when dat purpose was no longer needed, dey found me anoder."

That dullness in her voice soon left as his hand moved down her body to rest on her somewhat firm rear. Her lips curled into a smirk, as she continued to work along his neck using only the tip of her tongue. Experimentation was fun, after-all!

His erogenous zone of choice to expose involves turning his nose up, go figure.

Alistaire pulls her on top of him, letting her curves fall against him as he explores her back, all of it, with his hands.

Once she was pulled on top of him, Alisa just gave a gentle laugh. Her hands started to run through his hair (and he had REALLY nice hair), before gently pulling his head back a bit to kiss his throat. The side of his neck appeared to be fun, but what did the center of his neck?

He gives a low moan, one hand moving up to her hair, holding it tightly but still letting her move as she pleases. His other hand starts to slip between her legs, tracing the now familiar curves of her skin.

Her body practically melted against his the minute she felt his hand go down and begin to tease her as well. Alistaire Shaw was definitely something else, as she said earlier. He continued to grasp her hair as the kisses and tender licks to his neck continued.

But she was not satisfied with that. No, he needed something more and she knew it. Her unusual eyes narrowed as she began sucking on a spot on his neck, wondering what that would do to him. Would this be the something more he needed?

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