26.May.14, 12:45 AM
Tavynia barely resisted the urge to smack Ryvian for thinking she was joking around. Why would she ever do such a thing? She had never had a desire to pregnant and stated quite clearly when asked why she didn’t have a child that she didn’t want to be fat or have to deal with a baby. It simply wasn’t her idea of fun and while she occasionally had dreams that included an adorable family with her perfect mate, Tavynia never dwelled on the details of acquiring such things. She currently wasn’t too sure she had the right man for the perfect mate either. He was hot and fun but he seemed a bit ditzy lately and didn’t even want to own up to his own mistakes!
When Ryvian questioned her further, throwing not only their night with D’hys in her face but a few other little flings on the side, she snapped. Tavynia balled her fist and having never done it before, gave her best wild punch straight at Ryvian’s upper arm. She squeaked in pain as he yelped and grabbed his arm. Vydoriath glared at her but at least she wasn’t trying to sit on her or give her a headache with complaints about abusing his idiot rider. “I know what I know, Ryvian! I’m mostly with you and the others…” her voice trailed off and Tavynia had the decency to blush as she tried to find a more polite phrasing for what she wanted to state. “They don’t finish in the same manner as you.” It was amazing how long it took Ryvian to clue into what she was implying given how large of a slut the twin could be but when his eyes widened a bit, she knew he had finally caught on. Although, that wasn’t entirely true anymore given some of her times with D’hys since the first night with both men. She decided Ryvian didn’t need to know that detail.
“If I have to put up with the pregnancy, then so do you, Ryvian. I expect you to help when I need you and you can help raise it until the crèche takes it.” Unless the child helped to soften the twin up again and brought them closer together. She was still disappointed he hadn’t Impressed to bronze like his brother but Ryvian was the far easier brother on so many levels and didn’t really mind keeping him around.
When Ryvian questioned her further, throwing not only their night with D’hys in her face but a few other little flings on the side, she snapped. Tavynia balled her fist and having never done it before, gave her best wild punch straight at Ryvian’s upper arm. She squeaked in pain as he yelped and grabbed his arm. Vydoriath glared at her but at least she wasn’t trying to sit on her or give her a headache with complaints about abusing his idiot rider. “I know what I know, Ryvian! I’m mostly with you and the others…” her voice trailed off and Tavynia had the decency to blush as she tried to find a more polite phrasing for what she wanted to state. “They don’t finish in the same manner as you.” It was amazing how long it took Ryvian to clue into what she was implying given how large of a slut the twin could be but when his eyes widened a bit, she knew he had finally caught on. Although, that wasn’t entirely true anymore given some of her times with D’hys since the first night with both men. She decided Ryvian didn’t need to know that detail.
“If I have to put up with the pregnancy, then so do you, Ryvian. I expect you to help when I need you and you can help raise it until the crèche takes it.” Unless the child helped to soften the twin up again and brought them closer together. She was still disappointed he hadn’t Impressed to bronze like his brother but Ryvian was the far easier brother on so many levels and didn’t really mind keeping him around.