As you wish...

[The Dread Pirate Roberts]

The pirate could not keep his gaze from the glittering pull of her eyes. "If the princess has a ready wit and a steady heart, then she is more beautiful than any wench or elf," he said, suddenly highly aware of their physical closeness and the warmth of her hand on his sleeve. Reflexively, his gaze dropped to her lips, and he wondered; should he?

[Arwen]

"So have you met anyone that has met your specifications?" she asked, lightly teasing as she turned to face him head on. Arwen's lips turned up in a grin, debating just doing it, but she wasn't sure yet, not wanting to try and run him off. She could feel the heat coming from his body and it only added to the sparkle in her eyes.

[The Dread Pirate Roberts]

"I believe I have," the pirate said, the words so soft they might have been nothing more than a thought. His gaze rose to her eyes as he considered, then set thought aside. Tonight was only one night, one which would be burned into his memory for the rest of his life. What cost was regret? One leather-gloved hand slipped beneath Arwen's chin, and he bent to press his lips to hers.

[Arwen]

Arwen sighed happily and pressed her lips to his. Her free hand came up to his shoulder and her eyes closed. She was glad for the kiss, she was Arwen, living the fantasy, the perfect night was only beginning. She tilted her head and opened her lips a small bit, deepening the kiss.

[The Dread Pirate Roberts]

The pirate's muscles were tense, only partially with nerves, mostly with long-repressed desires only now finding this small outlet. When her lips parted, his echoed the motion, then carried it slightly farther. His hand at her chin seemed frozen, everything tightly leashed, wound, and only a heartbeat from giving way.

[Arwen]

Arwen's arm trailed up to his neck, pulling his mouth against hers. It was intense, if only because it wasn't who she was used to, if only because she had no idea who it was that she was kissing. It really didn't matter, either way it was so satisfying when she let her tongue touch his lips, however lightly.

[The Dread Pirate Roberts]

The pirate's lips parted, whether on a gasp or sigh he could not tell, only that instinct prodded acceptance, prodded that leashed control to seek more. Genuine desire for the pleasure of the moment, instinct, sent his tongue lightly against hers, coaxing, accepting, and seeking more. His hand at her chin swept back into the loose waves of her hair, encouraging, angling her lips against his. His other hand found her waist, curved slowly around, reverently detailing its curving path, then spreading low on the dip of her back. Still, his muscles remained tight, holding back, determined to savor the moment until every ounce of control had been dredged.

[Arwen]

Arwen would have smiled into the kiss had her lips not been so occupied. Her arms came up to wrap around his neck, one hand finding his hair and twirling her fingers in it. She pressed her body lightly to his, loving the feel of his hands on her. The hand at her back brought a warm, pleasant sensation that spread through her, to the very tips of her toes.

[The Dread Pirate Roberts]

The pirate's brows knitted at the soft press of her body against his, every drop of blood in his body roaring at the sensation. His hands firmed, the one at her back pressing her even closer as all pretense at a slow, easy kiss began to slip. His tongue moved hungrily against hers, every stroke slow, but increasingly sure, increasingly powerful. Thought had, for once, died, and instinct was more than happy to fill the void.

[Arwen]

A low, soft sound came from Arwen's throat when he pushed her body against his and she returned his kiss with as much intensity that he put into it. She brought one hand forward, along his jaw and cheek. The blood was beginning to rush through her veins, and the pleasantly warm feeling from his hand was the most predominant feeling.

[The Dread Pirate Roberts]

He could have happily devoured her, and it showed in the increasingly rapacious motion of his kiss. Enjoyment melted into plundering, a deeply buried predatory nature rising untempered as control fractured. The pirate's hand slid firmly up her back, palm and spread fingers reveling in the feel of her through cloth and leather.

[Arwen]

Arwen's kiss moved over to the corner of his lips for a few moments, teasing, before moving back in and putting her all into the kiss. She loved the freedom of kissing him, not knowing who he was, but knowing he wasn't anyone she had kissed before. It was an amazing feeling.

[The Dread Pirate Roberts]

It was everything he could do to keep from taking things too far. Kissing her, he forgot himself, forgot everything but the need driving him to kiss her, to touch her. His hands tightened against her as he struggled for control, struggled to lock his usual repression into place to save himself.

[Arwen]

Arwen could feel him struggling for control, so she coaxed with her lips and tried to pull him out of it, to push him past control. She didn't want to have control, to be with someone that wanted control, she wanted to lose it, because that was what she had wanted the whole time she had been standing there by the dance floor. She had wanted to lose control and have fun.

[The Dread Pirate Roberts]

A low sound something between a growl and a groan of near-painful pleasure rumbled from his throat as all hope of control gave way. His mouth widened against hers, brows knitted fiercely as a wave of intense energy poured into the kiss. His arm around her, his hand against her back tightened, pulling her flush against him so that every curve was pressed to his body. He was lost now, completely at her mercy.