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queencrimson) wrote2015-01-24 12:34 am
queencrimson) wrote2015-01-24 12:34 am
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Shard 3: Breaches in Protocol
Memory: Trivial Positive; Sleeping with your Second
Regained: Day 122; Bone Witch
Summary: [Porno Sax]
It's been raining since they got back to Gridania. It's just a light drizzle, but it makes the time impossible to tell, everything washed over in grey. It makes the inside of the inn warm, a comfort from the dust and damp that had been the old manor, and all that had transpired within it.
Normally, she might have just sat by one of the lamps, listened to the rain and soaked in the warmth, but today...today was different. The inkeep knew where to direct her, of course, when she asked for the room, and she'd tried her best to make it sound like she only wished to discuss company business. The short dress, [Carnelian] suspected, was not actually making her case, nor those long boots, cool against her skin.
He answers the door and--of course he's not wearing armor now. That makes sense. But an open shirt like that only makes it hard for her to focus, and he laughs as she trips slightly over her words. Laughs, but lets her in anyway. It's all according to plan...this was inappropriate, certainly, but there was no harm in a single night, was there? Of course now. She shifts, onto one foot than the other, as she considers the next steps...
And then he kisses her. There's no warning, no fanfare, just an incredibly rough, hungry kiss and this wasn't in her plans at all. It's all she can do to kiss back, to try and even the playing field, but...he's more than certainly sweeping her away here.
He laughs again when her legs start to give out, and while it's a friendly sort of laugh, she still leans up to bite along his neck. Maybe taunting the warrior wasn't the best plan, but her plan's in shambles anyway, why the hell not?
It's nothing like her romance novels, that's for damn sure. In the books, the knight never removed a dress with his teeth, and he certainly didn't apply his fingers to any sort of serious work down there. Nor do they know how to remain incredibly, infuriatingly smug when someone has a hand on their axe-handle. It isn't the first time, and she knows reality's got nothing on the books, but she wasn't expecting his reputation to actually be this true. As the night goes on, he's wearing away her ability to even think straight enough to wonder about if the people who wrote those books had ever actually gotten laid.
Why does anyone think you'll change after sex, if you're like this?, she asks him, wheezing for breath and head spinning in the most delightful way.
They figure, if I'm like this on the battlefield, and in bed, I must be soft somewhere. He laughs, and that laugh is what just keeps getting to her. Gods, he's pretty when he smiles like that.
By the time morning comes she can't even really remember what she expected to happen. With the rain stopped, the sunlight illuminates the hickeys in a most embarrassing fashion. When she looks down at him, still asleep and with an arm cinched tight around her waist, she realizes there's going to be a problem.
This isn't going to be just one night.
>Oh my god, I slept with that guy.
>Oh my god, I have terrible taste in men
>Jesus christ the children are going to see this.
>...I outrank him?
Regained: Day 122; Bone Witch
Summary: [Porno Sax]
It's been raining since they got back to Gridania. It's just a light drizzle, but it makes the time impossible to tell, everything washed over in grey. It makes the inside of the inn warm, a comfort from the dust and damp that had been the old manor, and all that had transpired within it.
Normally, she might have just sat by one of the lamps, listened to the rain and soaked in the warmth, but today...today was different. The inkeep knew where to direct her, of course, when she asked for the room, and she'd tried her best to make it sound like she only wished to discuss company business. The short dress, [Carnelian] suspected, was not actually making her case, nor those long boots, cool against her skin.
He answers the door and--of course he's not wearing armor now. That makes sense. But an open shirt like that only makes it hard for her to focus, and he laughs as she trips slightly over her words. Laughs, but lets her in anyway. It's all according to plan...this was inappropriate, certainly, but there was no harm in a single night, was there? Of course now. She shifts, onto one foot than the other, as she considers the next steps...
And then he kisses her. There's no warning, no fanfare, just an incredibly rough, hungry kiss and this wasn't in her plans at all. It's all she can do to kiss back, to try and even the playing field, but...he's more than certainly sweeping her away here.
He laughs again when her legs start to give out, and while it's a friendly sort of laugh, she still leans up to bite along his neck. Maybe taunting the warrior wasn't the best plan, but her plan's in shambles anyway, why the hell not?
It's nothing like her romance novels, that's for damn sure. In the books, the knight never removed a dress with his teeth, and he certainly didn't apply his fingers to any sort of serious work down there. Nor do they know how to remain incredibly, infuriatingly smug when someone has a hand on their axe-handle. It isn't the first time, and she knows reality's got nothing on the books, but she wasn't expecting his reputation to actually be this true. As the night goes on, he's wearing away her ability to even think straight enough to wonder about if the people who wrote those books had ever actually gotten laid.
Why does anyone think you'll change after sex, if you're like this?, she asks him, wheezing for breath and head spinning in the most delightful way.
They figure, if I'm like this on the battlefield, and in bed, I must be soft somewhere. He laughs, and that laugh is what just keeps getting to her. Gods, he's pretty when he smiles like that.
By the time morning comes she can't even really remember what she expected to happen. With the rain stopped, the sunlight illuminates the hickeys in a most embarrassing fashion. When she looks down at him, still asleep and with an arm cinched tight around her waist, she realizes there's going to be a problem.
This isn't going to be just one night.
>Oh my god, I slept with that guy.
>Oh my god, I have terrible taste in men
>Jesus christ the children are going to see this.
>...I outrank him?