Xarakas struggled to restrain himself as she finally closed the distance between them, his hand squeezing her hip as his other moved up to cradle her head and run his fingers into her hair, more than happy to return her kiss with a desperate one of his own.
And then he kissed her again.
And again.
And again, absolutely intoxicated by her, and with his demon acting up it wasn't exactly like he could pull away from her even if he wanted to.
Asha quickly got lost in their heated kisses, the way their tongues tangled and they both pressed close, as if their bodies were magnetized. Even her demon seemed thrilled by it and pushed her for more. God, it practically felt like she physically needed more.
"Xarakas," she gasped in between kisses, breathless, "I… I have… a schedule… works… great."
"Hmm?" Xarakas hummed in question as he heard her breathless words, continuing to kiss her desperately before he began to trail heated kisses along her jaw and neck, careful to not leave any marks while also ensuring they were pleasurable and teasing.
"What is that? You have a meeting you need to go to?" he asked between kisses, his hands moving to grope and tease her breasts over what little clothing she still wore, his demon urging him to make sure that she didn't go anywhere.
"Wastes no." Asha tugged him closer, as if he were attempting to leave, a low, pleased purr leaving her even as she angled her neck to give him better access. "No, the schedule's for us. So we both enjoy everything," she explained with a little moan at his teasing, reaching up to push his hands away and side-step so she wasn't crowded against a wall. "And this isn't on the schedule."
Even if she had been enjoying it up until she made herself put space between them.
Xarakas frowned as she pulled away from him and claimed his actions weren't part of 'the schedule', tensing up slightly as he looked at her. "Did... Did my patron set this up? Did she give you permission to do this? Is this why you're insisting on a schedule?" he asked, clearly a bit anxious about the idea of his patron having set up this encounter.
The High Priestess had done similar things before, setting up rendezvous with her friends who had expressed interest in spending the night with him, although she'd always told him upfront what the situation was, and he wondered if perhaps the High Priestess would have changed up her approach and set things up with Asha without informing him.
"What?" Asha gave him a bewildered look.
"I didn't know you had a patron, much less who they are. And why in the hell would I have asked anyone for permission? You're the only person I've been trying to get permission from—for months. This would've happened ages ago if I'd had my way, but you talking about watching how you act so you wouldn't die got in my head and I just kept waiting on you to make a move first so I'd know you weren't sleeping with me because you thought I'd have you killed if you said no. The schedule's just a thing I do with everyone. I usually have a physical copy ready before it gets this far," she explained, frowning as she circled back to the questions that'd had alarm bells going off in her head. "Why were you asking me about your patron though?"