[ A woman that give just as good as she takes is very attractive to him. When she kisses him back with the same amount of energy and excitement he can only want more. He can only try to take more. He's too busy enjoying her lips to really notice that bits of her clothing keep hitting the ground. He's busy enjoying her. Touching her. That bite gets a growling sound from him. He tastes the copper before he realizes she's made him bleed. Another thing he'll take her over his knee for in case he needed more.
Once she backs up he takes a moment to look. A moment to appreciate her form. He's really only seen one other naked female frame truly and it was his wife's. This one belongs to Rosalind and it makes him warm to the touch. He wants to study her more, but she presses close and his arms come around her. Sinking into the kiss for a moment until he realizes she's trying to remove his shirt. Then insisting he take off his kilt. Fair is fair. He's a wee bit nervous, but he'll cope. ]
Aye.
[ Jamie mumbles as he steps back. He reaches to undo the belt around his waist and lets it drop. The ouch attached to it along with his dirk in the sheath hit the ground. Next is his kilt which requires a bit more skill and precision. Unwrapping fabric from his body. It's a show when he puts it on come morning. He has to lay down to do it, but getting it off is much easier. He doesn't do much else than discard the fabric behind him.
His shirt drops down now to his knees that his kilt is gone. There's a touch of hesitation and it's probably why he goes about removing his boots quickly. One last thing to prolong what must be seen. Finally he removes it from his torso. The fabric flutters to the floor and he steps towards her. Bare like her. She can't quite see the markings that cover his back. The scars upon scars created by the 200 lashings. Fleshed turned to ribbons before an audience of his countrymen. ]
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Once she backs up he takes a moment to look. A moment to appreciate her form. He's really only seen one other naked female frame truly and it was his wife's. This one belongs to Rosalind and it makes him warm to the touch. He wants to study her more, but she presses close and his arms come around her. Sinking into the kiss for a moment until he realizes she's trying to remove his shirt. Then insisting he take off his kilt. Fair is fair. He's a wee bit nervous, but he'll cope. ]
Aye.
[ Jamie mumbles as he steps back. He reaches to undo the belt around his waist and lets it drop. The ouch attached to it along with his dirk in the sheath hit the ground. Next is his kilt which requires a bit more skill and precision. Unwrapping fabric from his body. It's a show when he puts it on come morning. He has to lay down to do it, but getting it off is much easier. He doesn't do much else than discard the fabric behind him.
His shirt drops down now to his knees that his kilt is gone. There's a touch of hesitation and it's probably why he goes about removing his boots quickly. One last thing to prolong what must be seen. Finally he removes it from his torso. The fabric flutters to the floor and he steps towards her. Bare like her. She can't quite see the markings that cover his back. The scars upon scars created by the 200 lashings. Fleshed turned to ribbons before an audience of his countrymen. ]
Now ye see me.