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[dragon_twin]

Dinner is always a noisy affair at castle Din-Gonwy. Angela found that out last night at her first one ever, when she was the centre of attention for all of five minutes until the main crowd accepted Melou's story of where she came from and who she was, and then got distracted by something else.

Tonight's meal isn't shaping up to be much different, except there's less whispering and more friendly (or indifferent) smiles given Angie's way.

They're seated not quite in the middle of the table, closer to the head. Melou passes her a glass of wine and smiles.

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[dragon_twin]

When her back arches, Melou takes the opportunity to wrap one arm around her waist.

He tugs a little at the neckline of her dress, kissing along her exposed shoulder and down back toward the base of her throat.

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

At least he knows how to work these clothes. Angela makes a small sound in the back of her throat.

With his arm around her waist, she feels so secure with him. The hand not underneath his shirt slides into his hair and she manages to untuck her legs from under her. Her skirts are probably pushed up a bit.

[dragon_twin]

Which is just fine by him. He lets his hand drift down and reach under the hem of her dress, running his fingers lightly up her thigh.

His mouth, meanwhile, returns to hers, kissing her insistantly.

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

She returns his kisses, blushing, and slides both hands up under his shirt, shoving it up a little bit.

She whimpers a little, trembling as he touches her. She wants the dress off now.

[dragon_twin]

Melou grins down at her and strokes her cheek, before leaning down for another kiss, taking his time.

He's not going to rush. After all, they've got all night.