[ It had been a late evening. Her therapy session had gone long in the day, and she'd just felt generally exhausted in both body and mind. Which made Ramesses turn to quietly watch over her and keep her from doing anything rash about the cultists. Honestly, there wasn't much to make this evening particularly different from the others they spent together...
Chariot excused herself, saying she really needed a shower, and set herself about to do so, her hair shifting as she began to strip away her dress... But there was something about the way she moved, the gestures of her shoulders, and the faintest of glances back towards him on the bed... that she didn't want to shower alone.
Dress and underthings left behind, she stepped in and turned the water on hot, steam rising immediately as it began to splash against her skin.
[Nights Chariot has therapy are usually quiet. Ramesses never asks for details of what they talk about, but his broad understanding of the topics makes it an easy conclusion to reach that it's topics that tend to leave Chariot exhausted. Not every time, of course, but enough so that when she says she's going to take a shower, Ramesses thinks nothing of it. He assumes she merely wishes to have a little time to herself and to reset from the session before rejoining him. Certainly not things he could fault her for desiring given what could have been brought up with her therapist.]
[But she doesn't set about creating her little retreat by pushing the door to or even closing it. Instead, she seems to be creating quite the opposite as each movement is seemingly a subtle invitation to him. Ramesses sits up from his position on the bed where he'd intended to settle while he waited as the rest of her garments are removed, making his way over to the doorway as she stepped in and turned the water on.]
[He admires her for a moment. Ramesses' eyes follow rivulets of water beginning to trace along her curves, creating waterfalls and rivers in miniature on her skin, which already begins to warm and flush from the heat of the water. He's seen and tasted all of it before. There isn't an inch of her body that he does not know and love. But still Chariot manages to take his breath away. And perhaps it is not so much her beauty that does it as it is her confidence in it. To allow herself that possibility, that reality that she is someone he desires with far less questions her mind and no attempts to hide herself away.]
[Ramesses says nothing, choosing to not lavish her with his words of praise or compliments for a change. It's not likely necessary for him to say anything of it right now.]
[Slipping out of his own clothes, he steps in behind her, joining Chariot in the shower.]
[ It was the fruit of a long labor, to be able to stand there for him, soaking in the heat of the water and steam, to let herself be an object of his sexual hunger, to be a jewel for him to admire. And really, that was part of the session she'd had that day, discussing her sex life, and why she had so much hesitation to just let herself be desired by the wonderful lovers she had in her life.
It was why she wanted to try this. To say nothing. To simply seduce, to draw out Ramesses' need. It was so easy for her... She knew it was. And yet still she so often hesitated, a mix of shame and propriety, but she'd set that aside...
When she felt him step in, she was quick to press herself against him, peppering little needy kisses against his shoulder and chest, drawing her tongue along the little beads and rivulets of water that trailed down, tasting him. It was the start of a journey, as she began to lower herself more... ]
[Ramesses anticipated Chariot's kiss, but not her placement of the first or any that began to follow. There hadn't been any coaxing or encouragement from Ramesses, and she hadn't partaken of any liquid courage in the form of spiced wine. So, he expected her lips to find his. To start there and let him take the lead until she felt certain to take it from him.]
[But instead, her kisses are already hungry and pressed against his skin. And not in the sort of fashion where she seems to be testing her own limits with a quick press there before a sudden retreat to where she likely feels more certain in herself. Oh no, her mouth lingers instead. It's only for a moment to savor and then she presses on, but there is no uncertainty or attempts at retreating. Ramesses' hand finds her shoulder, fingers curling loosely as her mouth begins laying claim to the hard lines of his stomach. The lower she goes, the more the heat of her mouth sets his skin abuzz with warmth and his breathing begins to shift. His other hand cradles the back of her head, but he does not urge her on any further than that, allowing himself to be pliant to her seduction.]
[ The idea was less straying from what affection felt safe to her, but more to expand that feeling of comfort. She wanted to look past the horizon, and find the 'sun'. His touch, the sound of his breath, guided her along, but she still knew what she wanted, at the end of her journey.
Settling on her knees, she turned her eyes up to his, pressing her hands against his thighs and splaying her fingers, running up the shower slicked skin to his his, and letting only her breath, for the moment, envelop his cock, feeling the heat of him on her cheeks, she was so close. ]
[A small shudder runs through him at the feel of her breath against his swollen cock. She is so close, and yet if it weren't for the feeling of her hands drifting along his thighs, he'd think she was impossibly far away. He holds her gaze when her eyes meet his. His eyes have long-since darkened with desire and his hope to feel more than just her breath is apparent in his gaze, but he is not yet impatient. Rather, he is savoring and lingering every sensation, and happy with merely anticipating what is to come next rather than trying to urge it along.]
[ Chariot's motions were slow, deliberate, but everything also carried with it an energy of pure reverence... like his body was something holy to her, an alter, and she was praying with her hands, the cadence of her breath...
Her tongue soon joined the ritual, just the tip lightly gliding along from the base of his length, just barely to the tip before she with drew and once more let a heated exhale cover him. ]
[So often when they are together like this, Ramesses is the one to offer his reverence to her and he treats her as though she is goddess incarnate. And in return, Chariot lets her need for him be known. Even when she opts to put on a performance for him, leaning into what she knows will be exciting to him and seeking out as much pleasure as possible, there's always a slight undercurrent of need to it.]
[Which is why this feels so different.]
[He's never demanded let alone asked for Chariot's worship. And what a feeling it is to have it now, not merely worshipping him as the sun, but her sun. He breathes her name as she traces his length with the tip of her tongue, fingers tightening their hold on her slightly with her exhale.]
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Chariot excused herself, saying she really needed a shower, and set herself about to do so, her hair shifting as she began to strip away her dress... But there was something about the way she moved, the gestures of her shoulders, and the faintest of glances back towards him on the bed... that she didn't want to shower alone.
Dress and underthings left behind, she stepped in and turned the water on hot, steam rising immediately as it began to splash against her skin.
... She didn't draw the shower curtain. ]
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[But she doesn't set about creating her little retreat by pushing the door to or even closing it. Instead, she seems to be creating quite the opposite as each movement is seemingly a subtle invitation to him. Ramesses sits up from his position on the bed where he'd intended to settle while he waited as the rest of her garments are removed, making his way over to the doorway as she stepped in and turned the water on.]
[He admires her for a moment. Ramesses' eyes follow rivulets of water beginning to trace along her curves, creating waterfalls and rivers in miniature on her skin, which already begins to warm and flush from the heat of the water. He's seen and tasted all of it before. There isn't an inch of her body that he does not know and love. But still Chariot manages to take his breath away. And perhaps it is not so much her beauty that does it as it is her confidence in it. To allow herself that possibility, that reality that she is someone he desires with far less questions her mind and no attempts to hide herself away.]
[Ramesses says nothing, choosing to not lavish her with his words of praise or compliments for a change. It's not likely necessary for him to say anything of it right now.]
[Slipping out of his own clothes, he steps in behind her, joining Chariot in the shower.]
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It was why she wanted to try this. To say nothing. To simply seduce, to draw out Ramesses' need. It was so easy for her... She knew it was. And yet still she so often hesitated, a mix of shame and propriety, but she'd set that aside...
When she felt him step in, she was quick to press herself against him, peppering little needy kisses against his shoulder and chest, drawing her tongue along the little beads and rivulets of water that trailed down, tasting him. It was the start of a journey, as she began to lower herself more... ]
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[But instead, her kisses are already hungry and pressed against his skin. And not in the sort of fashion where she seems to be testing her own limits with a quick press there before a sudden retreat to where she likely feels more certain in herself. Oh no, her mouth lingers instead. It's only for a moment to savor and then she presses on, but there is no uncertainty or attempts at retreating. Ramesses' hand finds her shoulder, fingers curling loosely as her mouth begins laying claim to the hard lines of his stomach. The lower she goes, the more the heat of her mouth sets his skin abuzz with warmth and his breathing begins to shift. His other hand cradles the back of her head, but he does not urge her on any further than that, allowing himself to be pliant to her seduction.]
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Settling on her knees, she turned her eyes up to his, pressing her hands against his thighs and splaying her fingers, running up the shower slicked skin to his his, and letting only her breath, for the moment, envelop his cock, feeling the heat of him on her cheeks, she was so close. ]
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Her tongue soon joined the ritual, just the tip lightly gliding along from the base of his length, just barely to the tip before she with drew and once more let a heated exhale cover him. ]
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[Which is why this feels so different.]
[He's never demanded let alone asked for Chariot's worship. And what a feeling it is to have it now, not merely worshipping him as the sun, but her sun. He breathes her name as she traces his length with the tip of her tongue, fingers tightening their hold on her slightly with her exhale.]