He didn't hear her footsteps, only felt the warmth of her slender, feminine form press behind him. She rose up onto the tips of her toes, her lithe legs stretching as her arms reached around to cover his eyes with two soft, broad green leaves. Smooth, cool, fragrant… undeniably fresh-plucked from whatever garden the girls had raided for the event.
"Fair, unfair, punishment or praise, good elf lover, bad elf lover…" she whispered against the curve of his neck, "Let's just leave all of it behind for today…"
And then she kissed him.
A single, drawn-out smooch planted gently on the nape of his neck, sweet and sensual, enough to make even a man like him shudder.
Now that their playful man was fully blindfolded by her leafy hands, Seraphiel sent the message.
Excitement swelled in the air.
