Saving Soul

Adair nuzzled her hair, considering it. It could be a good way to get back at Voltaire. Then again, it might also mean Voltaire doing something to interfere, either purposefully or accidentally.

"I can wait," he said. "Don't need Ava swooping in on us. She doesn't understand...this kind of thing."

"Alright then. Hurry up" Anja giggled lightly and pulled him quicker than before.

"Where are we going?" asked Adair, running to keep up. He nearly tripped a couple times.

"Farther away!" Anja laughed. Finally she stopped. "This should be far enough."

Adair rubbed his cheek against Anja's. "You sure now?" he whispered into her ear.

"Mmhm" Anja smiled. "Should be far enough."

"Alright then," said Adair, as he laid a kiss on her neck.

Anja giggled and backed up into a tree. "Addy, you're such a bad boy" She teased.

Adair trailed kisses up her neck, getting dangerously close to her ear.

Anja ran her fingers through his hair. "Are you going to teach me a lesson?" She asked, her breath hitching in her throat. "Hmmm Addy?"

"Bad girl, bad girl," he murmured as he kissed her cheek, and then nipping at her ear.

Anja inhaled sharply before moaning. "Are you going to punish me?" She asked seductively in his ear, her hands untying his ascot.

"If I feel like it," Adair purred back, continuing to nibble on her ear.

Anja moaned, too distracted to think up a comeback. She settled for wrapping her arms around him neck and pressing herself to him.

Adair embraced her, tilting his head and putting a deep kiss on her mouth.

Anja eagerly returned the kiss. All her earlier frustration was just melting away at his touches.

As his mouth played with hers his hands worked on undoing her outfit.

Anja vaguely tried to help. Mostly what she was doing was fumbling as she tried to help but she was feeling too good to care.

(trying to help with her clothes or his?)

"You're so pretty," he murmured, nuzzling her hair and kissing her ear.

(hers)

Anja panted slightly. "No I'm not" She replied, kicking off her boots. "I'm plain looking"

"You've got such pretty hair though," said Adair, running his hands through it. "And pretty eyes. And pretty skin."

Anja turned her face away shyly. "I'm not pretty" She repeated quietly.

"Hey, what did I say about you being sad?" he rumbled into her ear. "Bad girl." He bit down on her ear harder.

Anja gasped loudly, her eyes widening at his aggressiveness. Her knees quivered and she almost collapsed, but she wrapped her arms around Adair's neck tightly. "Addy!" she moaned

Adair let out a devilish rumble at her reaction. He started to go for her neck when he remembered that he needed to take his own clothes off. Why did he always forget that part? With some annoyance he began to work on his outfit.