Nymella Vaith.

In the car, the driver asks for directions, which they give — low music fills out the silence. All the while, Nym rests a hand over the back of Criston's, thumb running along the skin.

Nymella coils her arm tighter around his, her smile radiating eagerness. "Born ready."

"Definitely a car." For Nymella Vaith has never been known for boundless patience. Donning a little grin, she drops a hand to knit their fingers together, gently leading him to weave through the dancing crowd.

The touch of his hand thrills. Nym runs her nails gentle along the nape of his neck, eyes lingering on the lower half of his visage. "Your place nearby?"

A faint scent of jasmine, with low hints of cocoa, and undertones of almond. Nymella's hand trickles down his cheek, fingers grazing along the underside of his jaw. "I was about to offer the same thing."

And she does. Reeled closer to him, she takes the opportunity to press flush against his chest, drawn in by his heat, the certainty in having his firm body so close. Her hand falls down Criston's back, admiring every line and every muscle.

And if that is the case, Nymella will have no choice but to fall for it each and every time. So she finishes breaking the distance again, sinking into a new kiss that makes her forget she was meant to be dancing in the first place.

Warmth courses through her skin. Nymella lets herself admire the look in Criston's features, dim as it is in this club, and coils her fingers around the nape of his neck. "Don't threaten me with a good time," she murmurs, leaning closer to him.

Even under the flickering lights of the nightclub, Nymella's eyes glimmer. She lingers close to Criston, drawn in by his gaze. "You have to measure your words, ser. Else I'm gonna have to kiss you, and this time I don't know if I'll stop."

She chuckles, reeling herself back closer to Criston, her hands gently gliding down his flanks. "You're just full of compliments tonight~"

Nym closes her eyes, leaning into the gentleness of his kiss. "Then color me a very lucky gal." She takes hold of his hand and playfully spins herself under his arm, in sync with the music.

"You can discover it all," she says, her hands now gentle in running down his arms. "Just need to stick around long enough."

This swell in her heart. It's new. Near frightening, in truth. But the kind that makes her want to be brave and endure it; she lets herself smile against his lips, mumbling, "Like what?"

Under the flickering club lights, with nothing but Criston in mind, she's more than glad to sink into his kiss, indulge in this proximity for just a little while.

Her smile ever wide, she let her arms fall around his shoulders again; at this distance, she could all but feel every breath he took, drown in the sweet brown of his eyes. "So let us enjoy the night, shall we?"

Slow, Nymella's fingers trickle down his cheek, graze the smooth skin and short hairs that cover it. Her eyes remain fixed against his. "We still have many hours to go. You'll have me all that time."

She chuckles low, letting her fingers brush through the hairs at the back of his head to tug him closer, let their foreheads rest together. Her hips sway in time with his, moving along to the bouncy beat of the music. "Careful what you wish for~"

The music reverberates through the ground, pulses against her skin. Fast-paced. Fun. An easy rhythm to follow, which Criston does with alluring effortlessness. "Should I stop?" She smirks. "Or should I make it worse?"

The hold of his hands falls firm around her waist. A touch that makes her skin tingle, to go with the light warmth crossing her cheeks at his words. Nym is glad to wrap her arms around his shoulders, beaming. "Sounds like I've done a good job tonight then~"

"It's shaping up to be one of the best nights of my life." Nymella lets out a delighted chuckle, using their joint hands to tug him right onto the dance floor.