[center][h1][color=ffce00]Munir[/color] & [color=#758173]Mina[/color][/h1][/center]

Date: Morning
Location: Guest House

[Color=yellow]*Note: This takes place the morning of the current day*[/color]

[Color=red]TW: ADULT THEMES[/color]

[Center][h2][b]PART ONE[/b][/h2][/center]

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Mina felt a thrill of excitement as Munir's words echoed in her ears. His promise, his threat, they both sent shivers down her spine. She watched as he returned with an armful of clothes, setting some on the dressing counter beneath the polished bronze mirror and hanging others on the backs of chairs around the room. His playful comment about the clothes looking better on the floor made her smirk.

As he walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, whispering in her ear about their mutual desire, she couldn't help but lean into him. The feel of his weight, his breath, his touch—it was intoxicating.

But then, Mina stepped away, turning around to face him. Her hands moved to the buttons of his shirt, and with a deliberate motion, she let it slip off her shoulders, pooling around her feet. She watched his reaction, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

The next words and actions from Munir had Mina holding her breath as she tried to steady her racing heart. She took a deep breath, her body still tingling from his touch. She knew he was right; their desire could wait just a little longer. Smiling, she walked over to the dressing counter, picking out one of the vibrant dresses he had brought in.

[color=#758173]"Alright, breakfast first,"[/color] she said, her voice a mix of excitement and teasing. "But I wasn't meaning to merely tease and tempt you when I said I needed help getting dressed. Why do you think I have ladies in waiting, after all?"[/color] She giggled as she slipped her chemise on and held up her corset, wiggling it as if beckoning him over to help.

Munir chuckled as she stepped away from him, slipping on her undergarments. [color=ffce00] “By the Gods how I wish to just….” [/color] Munir didn’t finish his sentence. Instead, he let out a low sound that was a mix of a growl, grunt and a groan. Running his hand through his hair more in frustration than necessity, he stood from where he sat and approached Mina slowly. On his way over, he took a sip of the iced water that sat on one of the tables in the room. 

[color=ffce00] “You sure you want my help? I don’t know if I know how to put on a corset… I do know how to undo one though… So I suppose it’s just that, but backwards?”[/color] Munir’s voice was slightly garbled, and Mina would soon find out why. As he took the corset from her hands, he started slowly undo and open up the lacy straps to give Mina more space to slip the constricting piece of clothing on. [color=ffce00] “I need to have a word with whoever designed these infernal things and make sure they see that their idea is flawed…”[/color] Munir said, in an annoyed tone. Meanwhile, as his hands worked, the rest of his body did not stay idle. He stood behind Mina, holding the corset out to his side as he leaned towards her and gave her neck a kiss. What Mina would feel would be different than what she was used to. Munir had snuck a piece of ice into his mouth as he took a sip of the water and he is now lightly grazing Mina’s neck with just the tip of the icy crystal, trailing it down the crook of her neck and stopping just short of the outer edge of her shoulder.

Mina giggled at Munir's frustrated growl, her eyes sparkling with amusement. [color=#758173]"Oh, Munir, it's not that difficult. You just have to be gentle and patient,"[/color] she teased, leaning into him as he fumbled with the lacy straps. His kiss on her neck sent shivers down her spine, but the sudden cold touch of ice made her squeal and jerk away, laughing. [color=#758173]"Munir! Using ice? Really? You wicked man!"[/color]

Turning to face him with a playful glare, Mina placed her hands on his chest. [color=#758173]"You're supposed to be helping me get dressed, not making me jump out of my skin,"[/color] she scolded, eyes twinkling with mirth. Handing him the laces of the corset again, she added, [color=#758173]"Let's try this again, and no more surprises until we're ready to face the world."[/color]

Leaning in close, Mina whispered in his ear, [color=#758173]"Besides, save the ice for later. You might need it to cool down after all the excitement you keep promising."[/color] She gave him a sly wink before turning around and allowing him to continue with the corset, this time without any icy interruptions.

[color=ffce00] “I suppose I can be gentle and patient. But I offer that only to you, Mina al Kadir.” [/color] Munir replied, purposely changing Mina’s surname to match his own. When Mina made the comment about his little playful trick, Munir merely smiled and remained silent. He wanted to seduce her, to push her to the brink. Of course, he would respect her wishes if she told him to stop, but he has not heard that from her just yet…

Mina laughed softly, shaking her head at Munir's playful antics and his new twist on her surname. [color=#758173]"Mina al Kadir, is it? You really are determined to make me yours in every way, aren’t you?"[/color] she teased, feeling a warmth in her chest at his words.

[color=ffce00] “Fine, no more surprises. And I suppose you and I would both need to don our armor in order to face the world, eh?” [/color] Munir quipped, knowing that there is at least some truth behind his words. Truth be told, it is so early into the courting season that Munir behaving as such, under no proper supervision no less, would be considered extremely scandalous. Now. That is not to say he is afraid of a little gossip, whispered between bored ladies of the court and curious men of high standings. Munir is in fact used to such things. Back in Alidasht, his list of nicknames, used by commoners and nobility alike, includes things like “The Sand Stallion”, “Drifting Sun” and the more direct “Lecher Prince”. The names whispered about him no longer affect him. He knows, and is confident about, who he is. But. As Mina’s reputation comes into view alongside his own, he cannot and will not allow it to be tarnished. Whatever is said about her back in Kolonivka be damned.

Mina’s sultry words snapped him back into the present. He smirked in response. [color=ffce00] “Baby, your mere presence makes me feverish. And I’m one of the desert.” [/color] Munir whispered back, gently lifting Mina’s arms so that they were above her head as he gently slipped on her corset for her. As the corset slid down Mina’s upper torso, Munir allowed his hands to follow the lacy fabric and traced Mina’s sides, giving the soft spots just under her ribs a firm but playful squeeze. He took his time adjusting and making sure the corset sat at it’s proper location, making small twisting adjustments so that it offered Mina support where she wanted and needed it. When he was satisfied with where the corset rested, he guided Mina’s slightly to allow himself just a tad more space as he began tying up each knot, making sure that they were tight but not painful. 

[color=ffce00] “Does this mean you’d help me dress as well? Or am I expected to don my own armor before we head into battle, my lady.”[/color]

As he worked on the corset, she reveled in his touch, each gentle squeeze and adjustment sending small waves of pleasure through her. When he lifted her arms and slid the corset down, she closed her eyes, savoring the sensation. Once he finished tying the knots, she turned to face him, her smile soft but full of mischief. [color=#758173]"You’ve done well, my desert prince. I feel like I could conquer the world now."[/color] She said as she traced her fingers over his chest playfully.

She then turned away from him and grabbed a white and blue floral sundress that had caught her eye. Slipping on the dress, Mina let the fabric cascade down her body, the vibrant colors complementing her complexion. She adjusted it slightly, smoothing out any wrinkles before turning back to Munir. [color=#758173]"As for helping you dress, I suppose I can help you,"[/color] she began with a playful smirk as she closed the distance between them once again, [color=#758173]"But I can’t be held responsible for where my hands might wander…"[/color] As she said this, one hand traced its way to the top of his trousers, a single finger barely slipping beneath them teasingly.

Munir stepped back as Mina turned around to face him. His playful smirk never leaving his face. [color=ffce00] “I feel like you can conquer the world without the corset, or even, without me. For you are fierce, and awe inspiring. I’m just the luckiest one to be able to bow at your knees. [/color] He said, with a small chuckle. Munir tucked his arms behind his back as Mina walked away to pick out her dress for the day. He took in the sight in front of him, allowing the sun to glean off of Mina’s skin. He would lose himself in it. He lost himself in watching Mina doing something as mundane as getting dressed for the day. IT was mesmerizing. 

[color=ffce00] “Uh. What? Oh. Yeah. Sure. Wander away. Matter of fact, I want you to wander. I want you to explore me. [/color] Munir said, snapping out of his trance. Munir would glance down as Mina tugged at the beltline of his trousers teasingly. [color=ffce00] “All this teasing. I’m just hoping you’re really up for it, because you’re positively driving me mad with desire and wearing down the wall that keeps me from acting upon my more primal instincts…”[/color] Munir said, his voice tethering between playful and lustful. Munir reached down and lifted Mina’s hand away from his beltline and brought it up to give it a soft kiss. [color=ffce00] “Alright. How do you want me to dress? I’m sure we can find something that I brought over that will match your brilliance.”[/color]

A soft giggle escaped her as Mina glanced up at him, a playfully chastising look crossing her face. [color=#758173]”Munir al Kadir, do you dare doubt me?”[/color] She teased as she moved to rest her arms on his shoulders. [color=#758173]"I think you should wear something comfortable and that you enjoy the most, but also be prepared for rain as it seems to have started drizzling out there.”[/color] She suggested with a shrug. [color=#758173]”Perhaps a nice tunic and trousers?"[/color] She said, her voice low and sultry. [color=#758173]"Something that makes you look like the prince you are but easy enough to remove later."[/color] Her fingers traced his collarbone as she spoke, enjoying the tension she could feel in his muscles. [color=#758173]"Now, let’s get you dressed before we both lose control and never make it out of this room, leaving poor Hakim to wonder if we're actually coming or not."[/color] She added with a playful smile, stepping back to give him space.


[color=ffce00] “Would you want it any other way, Mina al Kadir?” [/color] Munir responded in a jest. As Mina rested her arms on his shoulders, he turned and gave them small kisses. [color=ffce00] “Mmm. That sounds good. I think we can keep clothing meant for the rain with Hakim, at least for the time being. Seeing as the heavier part of the storm isn’t quite here yet.” [/color] Munir responded again, pondering his clothing choices. [color=ffce00] “Tunic and trousers sound nice. I have plenty of that.” [/color] Munir said, looking at Mina as she stepped away with an expression that was both playful and skeptical. He padded over to his wardrobe and parted the doors. In it, Mina would see all of Munir’s clothing hung up according to color and material, a brief glimpse into how organized Munir likes to be.

[color=ffce00] “If you keep talking like that, we’re really not going to make it out of the room. Hakim will understand.” [/color] Munir said, issuing a verbal challenge to Mina in the process. Munir picked up a light blue hempen tunic, to match the color of Mina’s dress and a pair of cream-colored trousers, adorned with thin gold embroidery, subtly laid into the side pleats of the pants. [color=ffce00] “These will do I think…[/color] Munir said, pulling on his trousers but letting the tunic hang over his shoulders as he walked over to Mina. Without breaking eye contact, he slipped on his tunic, stretching his arms out and flexing slightly to allow the shirt to fall into it’s place. Munir’s clothing items all have a certain tailored look to them, as they fit in the right places and fall where they should as if on command. Adjusting the collar to his tunic slightly, Munir smirked and said [color=ffce00] “So? What do you think?”[/color]

Mina watched Munir with a mix of admiration and amusement, noting the way he moved with such confidence and ease. As he slipped on his tunic, she couldn’t help but appreciate the way it fit him perfectly, highlighting his strong build.

[color=#758173]"I think you look absolutely dashing,"[/color] Mina replied with a smile, stepping closer to adjust his collar slightly. [color=#758173]"You always manage to look so effortlessly handsome."[/color] Her fingers lingered for a moment on the fabric before she pulled back, a teasing glint in her eyes.

[color=#758173]"But you know,"[/color] she continued, her tone playful, [color=#758173]"you’re right, if we keep flirting like this, I might just take you up on that challenge, and Hakim will have to wait a little longer."[/color] She laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. [color=#758173]"But for now, let's show the world how good we look together, shall we?"[/color] She offered her hand to Munir, ready to face the day with him by her side. [color=#758173]”Besides, we could always have some fun in the carriage or find a dark corner somewhere while we’re out.”[/color] She figured one last teasing comment wouldn’t hurt as she gave him a wicked grin.

[color=ffce00] “Lady Blackwood. I am appalled. A dark corner somewhere!?, In the carriage!? Just what do you take me for? Some back alley Sally? I would require a fine dinner, candles, wine and persuasion.” [/color] Munir said with a slight huff. Not moments later, he starts chuckling and walks towards Mina, taking her hand. [color=ffce00] “I kid. I will have you anywhere.” [/color] He said, barely above a whisper as he leaned towards her and gave her a tender kiss on her cheek. Picking up two cloaks with his free hand, he led Mina out of his bedroom and started making his way towards the gates, where his loyal companion is waiting.

As they walked down the hallway hand in hand, Mina couldn't help but giggle at Munir's antics. [color=#758173]"A fine dinner and persuasion, you say? I'll keep that in mind,"[/color] she replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She leaned into him as they walked, enjoying the warmth and closeness.

Just as they were about to pass in front of her rooms, the door swung open, and her uncle, Sebastian, stepped out, blocking their path. Mina’s giggles died in her throat as she took in his disheveled appearance and the dark circles under his eyes. The anger in his gaze was palpable, and there was something else—an almost feral hunger that made Mina’s heart race with unease and fear caused her to unthinkingly pull her hand away from Munir’s.