Elliot knew what he was doing, he could almost hear the blood rush to the young woman's face. He so enjoyed doing that. Elliot never expected her to agree to joining him in the bath, maybe one day he could sway her but that wasn't happening no time soon. The young Pyraxian prince, closed his eyes, remembering the sight of her in her underwear; she was petite, hair wet and clinging to her body, her figure still alluring and feminine. Though she wasn't as developed as the other women who he'd noticed this night, she still had some curves to claim for her own. She was like well crafted and expensive doll. Not a scratch on her, just lovely fair skin. That Elliot wanted to place his lips against.
The Prince shook his head furiously. No, there will be no thoughts like that tonight. He was to be a good boy. The sweet and kind gentleman, that she needed. Elliot began to wonder, was the role he playing ruse to get her comfortable, or was it the fact that she was bringing out the real man behind his devious ways. He wasn't sure, yes he could admit that he wanted her in that way. He wanted her beneath him, that pale face a tomato color, her sapphire eyes staring up at him full of desire. He wanted to kiss those cute lips that she so frequently bit when nervous. Elliot wanted to hear the sound of small, exasperated breaths leave her lips as after he kissed her. Elliot wanted, no desired her. Though he new better, she was far from ready for such a thing. Yet her age revealed its naughty little head whenever he was near. She may look immature but her womanly needs were becoming apparant, and it probably freaked her out. This frustrated him so, he was having an identity crisis. Was he the man her guardian dragon had reason to be wary of, or was he the man he'd been displaying to her. Was it all a ploy to both himself and Athalia. Elliot grew confused, placing his left forearm over his head so that the light from the room didn't shine past his eyelids. "You have the chance to be better, Elliot, so be better." He mumbled to himself.
The sound of the doorknob twisting shook him out of his thoughts. Elliot casually slipped his arm from above his face, and slid it behind his head; propping it up. The turmoil he was silently facing dissipated and he found himself gazing at Athalia in her nightgown. The turquoise fabric was thing, and light; apparently she thought ahead and obtain clothing suiting the climate. Elliot wondered how Naias sleepwear looked. The nightgown came down to the middle of her thighs and was lined with a white fabric, he couldn't tell what it was from where he lay, that was just under her bussom and trimmed the bottoms of the gown. Elliot noticed the white shall draped over her shoulders. It hid most of what he would assumed the gown didn't. Her neck, cleavage, shoulders down to her biceps. It added to her modest charm, and he thought she looked great in it. The thought of how she looked without it crossed his mind as well.
Elliot took note of her facial expression upon seeing him. Athalia was examining him again, and he could tell that she was mix of emotions from her facial expressions alone. Excited, intimidated, arroused, and nervous to name a few. It was always conflicting emotions with her, but Elliot couldn't nor he wouldn't hold it against it her. It was to be expected from someone who had no outside contact, he even wondered if she knew what was the feelings she was facing. The male gazed at her wondering if she had ever read a romance novel or even an adult one; assuming they had those with in her library. Did her parents ever tell her about the birds and the bees? As he felt Athalia's eyes study him, Elliot smiled softly. There was a joke to be said her, but he remained silent; he didn't want her to feel he was picking on her. Athalia sat down far from Elliiot, still remaining poise and postured as a princess should. Elliot wondered when she would ever relax around him. After all they were to be wed, and he had the feeling she liked him. He wanted to close the gap between them, both emotionally and physically. Metaphorically and actuality. Athalia nervously pulled her shawl tighter around her, pulling it over she shoulders and arms as much as she was able, Elliot sighed seeing this, but remained silent as she spoke.
"I'm sorry." Elliot spoke softly from his part of the bed. "I forgot that your still new to this arrangement, I normally prepare to bathe like this." He said explaining he current state. Shifting out of the bed, Elliot got up and walked over to the bathroom door. "I also normally sleep nude, but I'm sure a maid has packed me something to sleep in." He said looking over his shoulder at her. "I'll fetch it after my bath, and if this is uncomfortable for you?" With that said Elliot walked into the bathroom, the door slowly closing behind him. Through the ever slimming crack in the door, Elliot can be seen removing his towel. He hadn't closed the door all the way, a glimpse of his bare back could be seen.
Elliot drew the water, it didn't take long for it to heat up or even fill. The steam rising off the bath water, he slowly stepped in, not even the slightest bit phased by it's heat. Though he couldn't control fire, like most in his family, Elliot did have some form of resistance to heat. The steaming water felt great on his skin, and it calmed him. He wondered what was going through his betrothed head, and if she would ever open up to him about it. He reached for a small bar of soap, and began wetting it in the water before running it through his hair. The soap wasn't scented in the least, but it was lathery. Before long Elliot's hair was covered in suds and bubbles, then his face, neck upper torso. He would maneuver himself up in the tub so that he could wash what was beneath it's watery surface. He brought the soap to his abdomen, moving the soap in small circles. The suds slipping down his frame as he moved to his sides, and under arms. Elliot bathed for what seemed like fifteen minutes, before rinsing the soap from his body, draining the water, and climbing out of the tub, to dry off. Elliot reaching for the doorknob with his right hand, as his left hand was rubbing the towel through his damp hair; not around his waste. He hesitated for a moment once again acting as if he were home alone. If he were to walk out now, nothing covering his manhood, Athalia would surely freak. No amount of talking would fix that. Though tempted to see her response, he decided against it. Wrapping his towel around his waist once more.
Upon exiting the bath, the warm steam filled air seeped out like a fog. Elliot approached the wardrobe. "Awe that felt great, you should've joined me; dearest Athalia." He spoke, his words were sweet and sincere; a light smile on his face as if he thoroughly enjoyed himself. He pulled out a pair neutral, all black satin pajama slacks. He turned to Athalia, as if to show her that he wouldn't be sleeping in just a towel tonight. As Elliot motioned to slide the pants onto his leg by slipping them under the towel, his foot got caught against the fabric tripping himself. Elliot stumbled forward, trying to catch his balance. Unable to readjust himself, tumbled towards Athalia, no doubt to her surprise, pinning her to the bed. Though he wasn't able to stop his decent, he managed catch himself well enough that the fragile princess wouldn't be hurt under his weight. Staring down at her, concern in his eyes. "Are you okay?" He asked. Elliot had supported his weight by pushing his hands down on the bed, both palms on either sides of her shoulders. His left thigh between her legs, so he stopped himself well enough that he was fully on top of her. His towel barely hanging on from the intense motions. Their position was rather suggestive, and both had loose clothing on; Elliot more so than Athalia.
The Prince shook his head furiously. No, there will be no thoughts like that tonight. He was to be a good boy. The sweet and kind gentleman, that she needed. Elliot began to wonder, was the role he playing ruse to get her comfortable, or was it the fact that she was bringing out the real man behind his devious ways. He wasn't sure, yes he could admit that he wanted her in that way. He wanted her beneath him, that pale face a tomato color, her sapphire eyes staring up at him full of desire. He wanted to kiss those cute lips that she so frequently bit when nervous. Elliot wanted to hear the sound of small, exasperated breaths leave her lips as after he kissed her. Elliot wanted, no desired her. Though he new better, she was far from ready for such a thing. Yet her age revealed its naughty little head whenever he was near. She may look immature but her womanly needs were becoming apparant, and it probably freaked her out. This frustrated him so, he was having an identity crisis. Was he the man her guardian dragon had reason to be wary of, or was he the man he'd been displaying to her. Was it all a ploy to both himself and Athalia. Elliot grew confused, placing his left forearm over his head so that the light from the room didn't shine past his eyelids. "You have the chance to be better, Elliot, so be better." He mumbled to himself.
The sound of the doorknob twisting shook him out of his thoughts. Elliot casually slipped his arm from above his face, and slid it behind his head; propping it up. The turmoil he was silently facing dissipated and he found himself gazing at Athalia in her nightgown. The turquoise fabric was thing, and light; apparently she thought ahead and obtain clothing suiting the climate. Elliot wondered how Naias sleepwear looked. The nightgown came down to the middle of her thighs and was lined with a white fabric, he couldn't tell what it was from where he lay, that was just under her bussom and trimmed the bottoms of the gown. Elliot noticed the white shall draped over her shoulders. It hid most of what he would assumed the gown didn't. Her neck, cleavage, shoulders down to her biceps. It added to her modest charm, and he thought she looked great in it. The thought of how she looked without it crossed his mind as well.
Elliot took note of her facial expression upon seeing him. Athalia was examining him again, and he could tell that she was mix of emotions from her facial expressions alone. Excited, intimidated, arroused, and nervous to name a few. It was always conflicting emotions with her, but Elliot couldn't nor he wouldn't hold it against it her. It was to be expected from someone who had no outside contact, he even wondered if she knew what was the feelings she was facing. The male gazed at her wondering if she had ever read a romance novel or even an adult one; assuming they had those with in her library. Did her parents ever tell her about the birds and the bees? As he felt Athalia's eyes study him, Elliot smiled softly. There was a joke to be said her, but he remained silent; he didn't want her to feel he was picking on her. Athalia sat down far from Elliiot, still remaining poise and postured as a princess should. Elliot wondered when she would ever relax around him. After all they were to be wed, and he had the feeling she liked him. He wanted to close the gap between them, both emotionally and physically. Metaphorically and actuality. Athalia nervously pulled her shawl tighter around her, pulling it over she shoulders and arms as much as she was able, Elliot sighed seeing this, but remained silent as she spoke.
"I'm sorry." Elliot spoke softly from his part of the bed. "I forgot that your still new to this arrangement, I normally prepare to bathe like this." He said explaining he current state. Shifting out of the bed, Elliot got up and walked over to the bathroom door. "I also normally sleep nude, but I'm sure a maid has packed me something to sleep in." He said looking over his shoulder at her. "I'll fetch it after my bath, and if this is uncomfortable for you?" With that said Elliot walked into the bathroom, the door slowly closing behind him. Through the ever slimming crack in the door, Elliot can be seen removing his towel. He hadn't closed the door all the way, a glimpse of his bare back could be seen.
Elliot drew the water, it didn't take long for it to heat up or even fill. The steam rising off the bath water, he slowly stepped in, not even the slightest bit phased by it's heat. Though he couldn't control fire, like most in his family, Elliot did have some form of resistance to heat. The steaming water felt great on his skin, and it calmed him. He wondered what was going through his betrothed head, and if she would ever open up to him about it. He reached for a small bar of soap, and began wetting it in the water before running it through his hair. The soap wasn't scented in the least, but it was lathery. Before long Elliot's hair was covered in suds and bubbles, then his face, neck upper torso. He would maneuver himself up in the tub so that he could wash what was beneath it's watery surface. He brought the soap to his abdomen, moving the soap in small circles. The suds slipping down his frame as he moved to his sides, and under arms. Elliot bathed for what seemed like fifteen minutes, before rinsing the soap from his body, draining the water, and climbing out of the tub, to dry off. Elliot reaching for the doorknob with his right hand, as his left hand was rubbing the towel through his damp hair; not around his waste. He hesitated for a moment once again acting as if he were home alone. If he were to walk out now, nothing covering his manhood, Athalia would surely freak. No amount of talking would fix that. Though tempted to see her response, he decided against it. Wrapping his towel around his waist once more.
Upon exiting the bath, the warm steam filled air seeped out like a fog. Elliot approached the wardrobe. "Awe that felt great, you should've joined me; dearest Athalia." He spoke, his words were sweet and sincere; a light smile on his face as if he thoroughly enjoyed himself. He pulled out a pair neutral, all black satin pajama slacks. He turned to Athalia, as if to show her that he wouldn't be sleeping in just a towel tonight. As Elliot motioned to slide the pants onto his leg by slipping them under the towel, his foot got caught against the fabric tripping himself. Elliot stumbled forward, trying to catch his balance. Unable to readjust himself, tumbled towards Athalia, no doubt to her surprise, pinning her to the bed. Though he wasn't able to stop his decent, he managed catch himself well enough that the fragile princess wouldn't be hurt under his weight. Staring down at her, concern in his eyes. "Are you okay?" He asked. Elliot had supported his weight by pushing his hands down on the bed, both palms on either sides of her shoulders. His left thigh between her legs, so he stopped himself well enough that he was fully on top of her. His towel barely hanging on from the intense motions. Their position was rather suggestive, and both had loose clothing on; Elliot more so than Athalia.
