Ascending Legends

[BookWyrm]

Before he knew it Dayn was seated in front of the fire with Arryn, a bottle of mead, and not a care in the world other than the beautiful woman that was his company. Despite the mead being an exceptional brew Dayn hadn't opened it yet. It's hard to open mead when you can't pull yourself away from kissing your wife.

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn finally pulled away and tucked her head under his chin while she caught her breath. "Welcome home." She took a few seconds to wrap her arms around his neck before trailing some kisses along his collarbone. Despite nearly being drunk from kissing Dayn, Arryn said, "Just going to let the mead sit there, mo chroi? I think we both deserve some good drink."

 

[BookWyrm]

"No, I was just waiting for the right moment to open it." In moments Dayn had two mugs of mead poured, passing one to Arryn before taking a deep sip from his own. "I've been dying to open this bottle. Now I know it was worth the wait."

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn nuzzled against Dayn's neck a bit before taking a few gulps from her mug. "Definitely." She had missed this, cuddling with Dayn by a fire while drinking mead. At the moment though, she was feeling more cuddly than thirsty.

 

[BookWyrm]

Dayn turned his attention from the mead to Arryn as he leaned closer, his lips meeting her's in a delicately passionate embrace.

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn smiled and moved her lips to his cheek, trailing light kisses over his skin before turning her attention back to the mead.

 

[BookWyrm]

Arryn could be such a tease if she put her mind to it, yet Dayn couldn't help but love it. Besides, part of the enjoyment was teasing and anticipation. While they had turned their attention back to the mead Dayn kept his hand on Arryn's leg, gently rubbing his hand over her smooth skin.

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn glanced at Dayn, then looked back to the fire as she sipped her mead and moved her hand on top of his. Two could tease.

 

[BookWyrm]

If you were so hard to get we wouldn't be married. Still, Dayn found himself smiling nonetheless as he laid his mug down and took Arryn's hand in his before bringing it to his lips. Starting at her palm he slowly kissed her wrist and a little further up her arm before turning his attention back to his mead.

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn shivered as she took her hand back and resumed sipping her mead. The only problem was, she was out. If she had much more, she'd soon be drunk - not that she wasn't already intoxicated by the pleasant company. The simple solution was to pour more for herself. So, she took Dayn's mug out of his hands and claimed it as her own by drinking from it.

 

[BookWyrm]

Dayn cocked his head to the side as he raised an eyebrow before taking the bottle for himself. He wasn't planning on getting drunk, though if he planned on doing that he'd find a barrel of dwarven brewed dragon spit, but with Arryn taking his mug while he was still in the mood for a drink he wasn't left with many options. Somewhere between the mead and the company Dayn found himself inspired to sing a ballad recounting the humorous tale of a young lad trying to woo a elven maiden.

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn chuckled and took the bottle from him, refilled her(his) mug, then gave him the bottle back. "I'm not curing any hangovers for you tomorrow."

 

[BookWyrm]

Dayn sloshed the mead around in the bottle before shrugging. "It'd take more than this hon." After taking another swig he wiped his mouth before adding, "And if something did happen and I got a hangover, I still think you would help. Though I might be wrong."

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn smiled and took the bottle from him to fill the mug that had been hers and give the mug to him. "You're right. But good mead is made to be drunk slowly from a mug, not from the bottle."

 

[BookWyrm]

"It makes no difference the speed of which it is drank nor the vessel. It all ends up in the same place." With that said Dayn turned the bottle up and finished it off before Arryn could snatch it away again.

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Well, you certainly took the time to savor the mead." Arryn now had two filled mugs of mead, hers, and the one she had offered to Dayn. She chuckled a bit, then downed one in a few seconds, just to show Dayn that she could. She was only a Lady by title, after all.

 

[BookWyrm]

Dayn had just finished the mug Arryn had given him before seeing her down her own mug. "Matthias was right. You are quite the spit fire." Without missing a beat Dayn leaned forward and planted a kiss on Arryn's lips.

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn returned the kiss. Once they separated, she nuzzled against his neck a bit. "Mm, you sure you're not tipsy at all?"

 

[BookWyrm]

"Just enough for it to be fun."

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn kissed along his neck a bit. "Am I not fun to be around when you're sober?"

 

[BookWyrm]

Thanks to the distraction Dayn had to open his eyes and think for a moment before having a response. "Wouldn't I have been a lot more drunk a lot more often if that was the case?"

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn giggled a bit. "I suppose so. But whatever shall we do now that we're out of mead?"

 

[BookWyrm]

Dayn scooted closer before wrapping his arms around Arryn as he kissed her. "I can think of a few things." As he resumed kissing Arryn Dayn slowly traced his fingers up her back before lifting Arryn into his arms. "Come my dear, let me sweep you off your feet and carry you away to a romantic fairytale evening."

 

[Dragongal]

Aryn smiled and nuzzled light against Dayn's neck. He hadn't seemed to give her much option about sweeping her off of her feet, but she didn't mind. "I think that would be nice.

 

[BookWyrm]

After walking into their bedroom Dayn laid Arryn gently on the bed before practically jumping onto it himself. "Oooooh gods how I've missed this bed."