Private Time With His Beloved

[Parreyon Syndicus]

12th Brightening of Kelendrya, Winter, Era XV

Parreyon had set the room up as best he could. He had arranged for a private meal with the kitchen of the Cat's Pyjamas to be set up in his room at the small table for two. Roasted Game Bird was on the plate with an accompaniment of sauted potatoes in a garlic herb sauce and grilled asparagus. He had a bottle of milk along with some Enamorian Red Wine, one of the best in the Empire in his opinion.

He had remembered the first brightening the two had met and how she had swept him away on first appearance. She had not been accustomed to Imperial or Civil traditions and was unbathed. She also had no idea what the food utensils were for. She was completely naive to such customs and totally attractive at the same time. It brought a smile to his face thinking about it.

Parreyon knew Ravaska had been extremely busy taking on a new job, working all angles with the Pride, establishing land for them, and an assotment of dutied including getting to know the Pride members on a personal level. She'd been so busy that he felt the need to generate some private time with her in their room. He had set up a few candles to light the room only feintly, and he waited in one of the chairs by the table while reviewing some documents he collected from Aelyria Prime on his last visit.

[Ravaska]

ooc: Timestamp hon?

When she wandered in... she stopped short at the door. A meal was laid out and he was working while the food grew cold. Ravaska always felt Parreyon worked too hard, and part of the reason she'd taken a job and ran as she did was to relieve him of some of the work he undertook on a personal level leaving him free for the work he had to preform on a private level. She left her cloak at the door, carefully shaking sand out of it, and shed most of the rest of her clothing on the trip between said door and Parreyon's chair. Ravaska detested her clothing, and normally would wear the briefest of outfits... or opting for nothing at all when in private. Frustration filled her as she stalked over to him and carefully took his work out of his lap on the chair, and set it aside. She bumped her head against his, caught a deep inhalation of his scent and took his hand tugging him up out of the chair.

She loved Arakmat for its low slung furniture and exotic settings. Even here, the table was just above the ground, and cushions surrounded it. She lead him over to the cushions and pulled him down upon them with her so they could curl up together before the food. Her scent was both happy and frustrated, and he could tell immediately the frustration was directed at him. "You let your food grow cold. Parreyon, you should take better care of yourself... eat while the bird is warm." It smelled delicious, and she got busy serving his trencher with tasty portions of it... all the best ones in fact. And she was careful to use utensils, even though they were still awkward in her hands. Fumbling thumbs, she called it, as she almost dropped a fork before finishing her task of portioning out the bird so that Parreyon had the panther's share of it.

Their eating habits were vastly different. Ravaska liked a lot of light meals spread out over time. In fact, it often seemed like she was always nibbling, which indeed was the case. Her metabolism took a lot of calories throughout the day.... while the black pantheri ate large meals sporadically... sometimes happily skipping one day if necessary only to gorge the next. She thought it a bit indecent, until she realized Kati ate the same way... as did Shaz and a few others she knew. So it was that she didn't load her own trencher, but would nibble out of his as the converstation and meal unfolded.

Talk. Meals were always for talk when it came to Parreyon, and she expect this one to be no different. A ringed desert patterned tail gently curled around a belted waist, adding to the intimacy as she tangled her hind paws in his and leaned against him wondering what was on his mind today.

The Cheetari liked fussing over the Pantheri, even if her fussing sometimes took annoying forms, interrupting his work, his concentration, even distracting him completely. The Cheetari was good for that... a distraction, and she happily provided one anytime she thought her Pride Leader needed a break from his compulsive work habits.
And while Parreyon was getting himself settled, she poured wine, using her teeth to remove the cork because she hadn't quite mastered the use of a cork puller. She had only water, not liking the smell and flavor of the stronger spirits Parreyon preferred.

Then she looked over the table again, seeking sweets. For all that she indeed was carnivorous, she loved sugar and berries, and everything combined with those two flavors.

[Parreyon Syndicus]

Parreyon looked up from his wrok as Ravaska made her way into the room, first shaking the and out of her cloak and then rmeoving her clothing. She was a natural wilderkatta and cared little for clothing. But Parreyon had been raised in the 'civilized' world and had a whole different concept to 'less clothing'. If not for her extreme talent for using her nose to determine true emotions, she might not have been aware of how watch the event triggered more pleasurable feelings.

It took no necessity of smelling the air to realize Ravaska held some frustration over the situation which caught him off gaurd. One thing was for certain though. She was going to let him know what was bothering her right from the beginning instead of hiding it like most women would do. The slender and attractive cheetari was often too forward in her feelings because it was how she was raised. Though sometimes frustrating, it was a pleasant change most of the time from the way the 'civilized' world worked.

Instantly his documents left his possession and he was pulled from the chair to settle on the pillows on the ground. The two curled up moments after to enjoy the meal in a much more sensual setting that he liked very much. It took being scolded over work much easier to handle and actually brought a smile to his face. She said these things because she cares which was important to him. He knew her frustration was over his work more than the idea of the food getting cold but had gotten the message quite clear.

"I did not eat in order to work, but instead was awaiting you. I would prefer to eat the bird cold while in your presence that eat it warm but not have you by my side ... even if you only planning on having three of four bites." He replied with a warm smile as he took a piece of the meat from his trencher and placed it too her lips after she had opened and poured the wine. Parreyon did partake of the alcoholic beverages but knew that they dimmed the mind, so he never took more than two glasses of such drinks in a brightening.

He loved how her concern was always for him. It did not matter to him that he was pride leader and that her actions were partly because of that. He believed she held the same desires he had for expanding the Pride and giving them their first litter of kitta. It did not mean he expected her to give in to him for he knew that he would have to earn that right. In fact, he felt that her tasteful teasing was all to ensure he would work to fullfill those desires. She would not tease him, if she did not want him to properly pursue her. At least this was how he felt as he rest there with her tail around his waste and the paws of their legs innertwined.

"You do know winter is upon us?" Parreyon whispered knowing her sensative ears would pick up his words. He also knew that she forgot nothing the two ever said to each other. Ravaska had told him that come winter he would need to catch her, if he held the thoughts of mating. This was an important part of her desires for it was a measure of respect, and one Parreyon wanted to earn.