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06.Jan.16, 01:34 AM
R’nya blinked, curiosity rather than concern falling across his features as Quilriana suddenly wriggled out of his grasp and moved back from him. He knew he hadn’t done anything to displease her – she was frank enough with him, something he appreciated, in indicating what she did and did not like, and he felt he was quite a lot better at reading her desires – and so it was simple curiosity that filled the gaze that followed Quilriana as she settled on the bed. A sudden laugh was brought forth at her instructions, the bronzerider surprised and amused both.
“Anything, my fair lady,” R’nya replied regally, executing a flourished bow before toeing his boots off and pushing them aside with one socked foot. Standing on his toes, he withdrew his feet from his socks even as he worked efficiently on undoing his belt. With those important parts taken care of, he left his pants half-open while he set about dramatically unbuttoning his shirt from where Quilriana left off, doing his best coy look under his lashes as he worked.
You are being ridiculous. The bronze dragon intoned drolly, less than amused at his rider’s evening antics. While the bronze beast didn’t mind Quilriana, he had his own preferences about who R’nya should be spending his evenings with, though he was smart enough not to send his rider fleeing in the opposite direction (and permanently into the dark haired woman’s arms) by mentioning that there was a lonely lass with a head of curls and a timid smile waiting for him back home, if he had but the brains to realise it. Instead, Xyreith tolerated the woman and her children, and kept his grumblings mostly to himself. But really, when R’nya was putting on some type of strip tease show he really had to point out how ridiculous the Wingleader was being.
R’nya opted to simply ignore his sullen dragon as he shook his shoulders, letting his shirt fall off his arms and onto the ground behind him. It didn’t take much effort from there to have his pants leave his body, and the bronzerider smirked mischievously as he very literally jumped onto the bed beside Quilriana, laughing when the woman bounced slightly from the shockwaves in the bed. Climbing to his knees, R’nya reached over and collected Quilriana into his arms, pulling the woman into his lap, her back flush to his stomach as he nuzzled against her neck, breathing warm breath against her ear.
“You are a terrible influence,” he cheerfully informed her, shifting his legs so they both toppled sideways onto the bed, his legs extending to tangle with her own. Words were forgotten for a time as his mouth became occupied with Quilriana’s soft skin, his hands no less occupied; his mind was far away from the sullen grumbling of his dragon.
“Anything, my fair lady,” R’nya replied regally, executing a flourished bow before toeing his boots off and pushing them aside with one socked foot. Standing on his toes, he withdrew his feet from his socks even as he worked efficiently on undoing his belt. With those important parts taken care of, he left his pants half-open while he set about dramatically unbuttoning his shirt from where Quilriana left off, doing his best coy look under his lashes as he worked.
R’nya opted to simply ignore his sullen dragon as he shook his shoulders, letting his shirt fall off his arms and onto the ground behind him. It didn’t take much effort from there to have his pants leave his body, and the bronzerider smirked mischievously as he very literally jumped onto the bed beside Quilriana, laughing when the woman bounced slightly from the shockwaves in the bed. Climbing to his knees, R’nya reached over and collected Quilriana into his arms, pulling the woman into his lap, her back flush to his stomach as he nuzzled against her neck, breathing warm breath against her ear.
“You are a terrible influence,” he cheerfully informed her, shifting his legs so they both toppled sideways onto the bed, his legs extending to tangle with her own. Words were forgotten for a time as his mouth became occupied with Quilriana’s soft skin, his hands no less occupied; his mind was far away from the sullen grumbling of his dragon.
