The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Carver Amell]

"I could..." begins Carver, hesitating. "If you're s-scared, I could... There's things I could do to, um... it'd be, n-nice for you, and I could k-keep my p-pants on... so you're not scared."

[Merrill]

Do... things? Nice for me? "L-like wh-what?"she asks gingerly, though she still doesn't move. Well, she flinches  little, but at the spray of water Hunter sends up as he goes tearing by them in pursuit of a frog.

[Carver Amell]

"Um..." he says, slowly. "Well.. I thought... maybe... I could touch you? Um, when, my-- my fiance did, for me, it was... it felt... really nice. Just... being held and... and made to feel good. I could t-touch your, um, breasts, and your, um... parts. If you want. No-- no pressure."

[Merrill]

My parts? Oh, he means my flower I guess. Ummm. That.... that could be... nice, maybe. It feels nice when I touch and he's so much warmer and strong and... She peers at his face, studying him. But... "Roland said..." What was it? Something about... "That... steady... dating usually t-takes longer to get t-to ssssex sstuf?"

[Carver Amell]

"Yeah," he suggests. "But... I don't know. Usually isn't always, right?"

[Merrill]

Merrill nods slowly, mulling that over. "I... maybe... m-maybe more kissing for now? And... and maybe m-more soon?" She hesitates, then offers, "I... I like... b-being close to you. T-Touching close." She sounds curious, even interested, but also nervous.

[Carver Amell]

"Can I kiss you now?" he asks, in a soft tone, his voice husky. 

[Merrill]

A small nod. She closes her big, soft eyes, and quickly wets her lips with her tongue.

[Carver Amell]

And Carver presses his lips to hers, cradling the back of her head in one large hand, gently kissing her. I'll keep you safe, Merrill. Nobody will ever cheat you or hurt you again. I swear.

[Merrill]

Merrill was tense, still, at first. But as the kiss continues, as Carver remains gentle and warm against her, she melts into it. This is... really nice. Like being tickled and hugged at the same time but not. Not in a good way. A better way. She hums softly, a pleased, appreciative noise, and reaches up to run her fingers through his hair. 

[Carver Amell]

With his newly trained stamina, Carver finds himself well able to kiss Merrill -- and keep kissing her, and kissing her. Eventually, what stops them is the sound of travellers coming up the path behind them, of Hunter barking. 

And the sight of Vig, Isabela, and Zevran making their way to the oak.

Carver's seen Isabela only briefly, but he's well acquainted with Vig -- and he can guess who the drow holding her hand must be. His eyes widen, and he jumps up, putting himself between them and Merrill. 

"Are you Zev?" he asks, his eyes fixing on the male figure. 

[Zevran]

The merikos drow blinks, staring at Carver. "...I see that my reputation precedes me... somehow," he replies in a charmingly relaxed tone. Isabela, however, has gotten to know him well enough to know he's not just tense but feeling nervous, almost shy.

[Merrill]

Merrill, eyes still closed, makes a mew of disapproval at the no more kissing. Carver's words barely penetrate her daze, but the sound of a new voice snaps her out of it. Making herself as small as possible, she gratefully hides behind Carver. Oh, it's Marian's, ummm, friend? And the pavitra cat. 

[Vigile]

"Lady Merrill and... friend," the pavitra says in greeting. "We have returned with great success. Do you know where Lady Bethany and Ray Lightsong might be?"

[Carver Amell]

Carver starts. "You don't... recognize me? At all?" he says, slowly.