Post by kevna on Apr 18, 2021 20:30:12 GMT -5
Siorreya – Green Amagetith
Her chest was heaving, and her body felt… Spent. She couldn’t remember a time feeling this way except maybe when she had a really good run or race, the kind that left her muscles quivering from exhaustion. She also felt a little dazed. He had been-it all had been-better. Was it supposed to be that way? Is this how it felt with every man, that each time only got better? It must, she concluded, she just hadn’t given any other man a second chance. She was acutely aware of his forehead on her chest, his close proximity-most men would have rolled away by now-though maybe he felt as weak as she did. When he shifted it allowed the better part of the breeze to brush over her body, and she blamed the following tremble to be from the cool wind and not the warm caress.
She would blame that caress later for how unsuspecting she was of the kiss and how she had reacted to it. Her hand came up and lightly traced his jaw, her other on his chest, as her lips automatically responded to his. When he pulled away it seemed to snap some reason back into her, and she stiffened, those ominous warning bells sounding once again in her head. She looked away from him, refusing to respond in any way as his hand made a trail down her body the farther he retreated. She grabbed her breast band and light blue blouse, quickly donning it and buttoning a few of the more essential buttons, another emotion suddenly coursing through her stronger than the desire, and fiercer then the chill. What had that kiss been for? She had never kissed a man like that before… Nothing so… tender. The cold of the autumn air finally seeped into her, and with it a realization of what that emotion was: fear. A fear she had never experienced.
She looked at him with his words and felt her cheeks warm at the thought of what had elicited such a response from him. He had definitely done something right. Shards why did she have to be so sharding obvious? She gave a rueful grin, grateful for the lusty distraction he had provided her that was dampening that fierce fear. he had moments ago inspired. “It was hardly a moan. More like a…” Shards, nothing sounded good or less embarrassing, “Frustrated groan.” She gave an impish smile, knowing full well she wouldn’t get away with that lie, and expecting a snarky comeback from the lordling.
She stood up and brushed herself off as best she could, looking at the ocean. She could use a quick rinse. But the brisk autumn wind reminded her how unfriendly the temperatures of the ocean could be at this time of year. At the same time, a distraction from Podrell did sound alluring. She watched the waters a moment more before slipping her breeches on. Best to be on her way instead. Her eyes swiveled back to him at his next words, her eyebrows raising, and that cold feeling running through her veins again. He sounded as if he expected this to happen again… Surely he could care less? It was a fin fling she supposed, but a fling normally ended, and the fact they had succumbed to eachother twice now meant surely it was over now? Something didn’t sit well in her stomach either way.
“Where is the adventure in conventional? Though I can hardly imagine finding myself in a place where there is a bed and you at the same time.” She laughed, as if the idea was ridiculous. “Indeed, I’m sure you’ll be far too busy with your ambitions, and I with my… blueriders.” She gave him another chuckle, unable to keep herself from teasing him for his previous comment, her fingers working to untangle her hair. “Though, I must admit, I do prefer brownriders.” The jab was in and of itself a good way to put distance between the proper lordling and herself, though she said it almost unconsciously as she ran her hands through her hair a few more times to shake the sand loose as best she could; it had grown long, reaching just to her lower back. The hair fought her attempts to comb it, and finally she gave up, fishing a hair tie from her pockets and putting her hair up in a lazy bun, her bangs tickling her eyelashes.
Siorreya now reflecting on the jab knew full well her words would make him think little better of her, but he had already expressed his thoughts of her and her lifestyle, so what did it matter? She shrugged, approaching him slowly. “Of course, you could always seek me out in my weyr if I have ruined other women for you… I suspect it’s the only way we would reach a bed with your obvious… impatience you so clearly expressed.” She pressed herself up against him lightly, a wicked smile informing him that she was acutely aware of how she had been able to torture him, even if it had been short-lived. One reason she cursed her insanely small stature, as he had effortlessly ended her teasing and rolled her under him. There were warning bells in her mind’s eye again at her proximity to him, she could feel the ghost of that last kiss against her lips and the brush of his hand across her abdomen, and she quickly retreated a few steps, the thrum of fear muddying her mind. They needed to veer off this track before her emotions got the better of her. Anger was closing in on the fear, the thought that he had done something to make her feel this way only drove her madder.
“Now I believe you owe me either a truth or dare, dear lordling. What will it be?”