OOM: Upstairs.

[yosafbridge]

The room, for the most part, is nearly identical to when he had seen it last: dimly lit, decorated in deep, lush colors - mostly purples and reds, several soft and comfortable chairs in which to sit, recline, doze or potentially participate in activities that are not entirely restful. She's done a little shopping since then, purchased some new works of art and pieces to decorate here and there and eventually sell to someone else later on when she tires of them.

The bed is relatively new too, four-poster with sheer curtains and a mattress that feels like you could be sleeping on a cloud if you close your eyes.

It's familiar to him, even if he doesn't remember it yet. She's hoping tonight will jog his memories and bring them back by a means most enjoyable.

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[scots_wolf]

"This looks comfortable and luscious," Urquhart says, looking around. "A place to forget the world in, like the palaces of the orient that I've seen in my time in the east."

She'll have heard him talk about it before, he assumes, even though he can't now remember telling her about it.

[yosafbridge]

She closes the door behind them, leaning back against it and watching him glance around the room as if seeing it for the first time - and for him, technically, it is like the first time.

"That's what it's meant for, all things considered," she admits, crossing her arms over her chest.

[scots_wolf]

"Just the right place for a big spoiled wolf to laze about in," he grins.

[yosafbridge]

"And here is where I plan to keep and spoil you until you remember me doing it all those times before," she murmurs, grinning back at him.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart looks at her, from head to toe.

"I can't say I'd mind that at all," he says. "Or get bored when I remember having done it before."

[yosafbridge]

She lifts one hand, crooking her index finger to beckon him towards her, lightly teasing.

"You did only recently say that this was something you'd never tire of."

[scots_wolf]

He takes a step towards her, teasing as well. "If I look at you," he says, "I doubt I'd tire of that, either."

[yosafbridge]

"You'd be happy to just watch?"

Now that she finds hard to believe.

[scots_wolf]

"That's just the beginning," Urquhart says, coming a step closer.

[yosafbridge]

"And what would you do after that?"

She doesn't move from her spot. Letting him come to her instead.

[scots_wolf]

"I might touch you," he says, coming even closer, reaching out, and running a finger from her throat to between her breasts.

[yosafbridge]

The only sign of her arousal at his touch is a brief flash in her eyes, a small and soft gasp as her breath hitches, but she still barely moves a muscle.

"And then?"

[scots_wolf]

"I'll kiss your skin, perhaps," Urquhart says, bending down to kiss the base of her throat, then the top of her shoulder.

[yosafbridge]

She closes her eyes, the first wave of excitement rippling through her skin as his lips make contact. She can feel a few strands of his hair slip free to slide over her skin in a gentle caress.

"And after that?" she whispers.

[scots_wolf]

"I might push the clothes off your skin," he whispers against her throat, and does push her dress further down her shoulder, so there is more of that pale skin to kiss.

She is incredibly lovely.

Strands of his hair slip into her cleavage.

[yosafbridge]

He won't be met with any resistance; her dress slides down easily over her shoulders, revealing several more inches of skin. It's skin he's seen before, but right now, he touches her as if he's seeing her for the first time.

"You'd be more than welcome to," she murmurs, sighing and grinning as his hair tickles her.

[scots_wolf]

As he can't remember, and the body is all new, he does touch her for the first time, slowly kissing his way down her shoulder and arm.

[yosafbridge]

All she can do is smile, revel in the sensation of his lips on her skin, waiting until he gets to the lower half of her arm before she nudges fingertips underneath his jaw to coax his mouth towards hers again.

Then, her hands push his cloak back over his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

[scots_wolf]

The cloak falls heavily. Inside, the crossbow and its bolts, the dagger, and the money the Overstolzens paid Urquhart for his commission in Cologne are still in their place, stowed safely so they don't make a sound.

He kisses her again, his hand baring her other shoulder.

[yosafbridge]

He still looks good, just as good as she remembers, her hands smoothing over the musculature of his arms, his chest, his stomach through the fabric of his shirt. Technically, his heart may not be beating anymore, but thanks to Milliways, he's never felt more alive.

She purrs against his mouth. The temptation to give in, to just tear at him, burns stronger in her lower gut, toying with her insides, threatening a loss of control.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart bends to kiss her neck again, then gently makes his way down her front towards the top of her breasts.

[yosafbridge]

With her eyes closed, she can devote all of her attention to the sensations his mouth sends over her skin.

She lifts one hand, cupping the back of his head, fingers tangling through his hair while she encourages him with soft sounds.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart stands back for a moment to take off his shirt. He wants to feel her hands on his skin, too.

[yosafbridge]

She takes her time in appreciating each inch of skin as it's revealed, her hands caressing over his strong arms and broad shoulders, fingertips trailing through the soft hair on his chest.

She opens her eyes, gazing up at him as her hands continue their exploring.

[scots_wolf]

He smiles, takes her by her elbows, and steers her towards the bed.