Tales of the Jewel

Ali grinned, shifting onto his knees. "It's usually more challenging, yes. Looks like you're just naturally gifted at throwing me about."

He shifted a little more, drawing closer. "Of course, you can't forget an important step. After you throw someone, you have to get out of their reach."

Grinning, Ali playfully caught her about the waist, drawing her into his lap.

Soraya reacted in a surprising way, perhaps, when she drew herself against him and into a kiss; If she'd been surprised by the motion, it hadn't shown in the brief moment before her eyes closed and she was against him.

If Ali was surprised, it was only in that she beat him to it by approximately 0.2 seconds. His lips parted against hers, kissing deeply, strong hands moving on her back.

He parted a moment to look at her, his eyes hot. "I hope you're not teasing now, are you, princess?" He murmured, still holding her form against him.

She nipped at his lower lip, "I cannot stand it any longer, your sweaty, strong frame... Your passionate eyes... I have never been with a man before, but I have seen that look before, and I know what it means. I have felt it myself; I am feeling it myself now..."

Ali growled as Sora's teeth tugged at his lip. Ali was an Ebonite, but really. He was still human. And, as a gentleman, who would he be to refuse such a request.

"Than I shall not make you wait..." Ali murmured, arms tightening more firmly about her as he kissed her again... and then again...

/ftm