Looking down at her, he could see her brilliant irises tinge with a newly unquenched thirst. The Fratava coming from her lips seemingly rolled romantically, bordering on seductive as she paused between each word. Her desire and intent was clear to the Kelvic but it wasn’t what he meant to evoke by bringing himself to her. His action, smoothing across her front with his hand, was meant to bring touch innocently. Noah’s eyes flicked upwards to where his sister lay, her mound of a body invisible underneath the blanket she was cuddled under. It was morning, and surely Aimee had heard the birds, yet he couldn’t tell if she was awake or not. She, usually, was an early riser.

Noah looked back to Elann and found himself mentally withdrawing from the moment. He was in a playful mood and it seemingly translated into that of lustful yearning to Elann. The libido he did have didn’t have power here in his hurt, but he did want to please her in some way. His sister was in his mind though, and though it wasn’t an unnatural act to have sex with his bondmate and wife, there was a certain amount of privacy he wanted. His sister wasn’t exactly the greatest potential audience either. 

With that in mind, his hand pulled back from across her waist and front, withdrawing as if her lightly placed hand was pushing him away. He saw the want in her eyes though and that gave him further pause. He bit on his tongue, wanting to say something but not wanting to upset Elann either with his rejection. Submitting, he leaned down to her and met her lips with his, pecking to release her pent up passion until it flowed. He continued on, grazing his open palm over her waist again, traveling down over her navel and down on between her legs towards her warmth. Noah kept his movements slow, as to not strain himself, yet kept his meticulous fingers working below as he tried to match her ardor in their kiss above.

Elann had expressed the want to attempt new things, be it in their lovemaking or general life. He figured this was a new thing and would hopefully serve as something to satisfy her pressing tides until they ebbed back from whence they came. Noah wished for her to be quiet like the first time they had made love as to not wake Aimee, whom he couldn’t see clearly due to the lip-lock with Elann. When they broke for breath he gazed in the direction of Aimee and saw her seemingly unmoving frame, yet still had no idea what it meant. His attention returned to his bondmate each time, focus going to his movements below the blankets and the attention he was giving her. He continued on, unwaningly until she peaked and fell or until she asked for a cessation, whichever came first.