22.Sep.18, 06:13 PM
Misharan couldn’t help raising an eyebrow as Mylorah shifted to straddle him, wondering where this was going. Somewhere fun, it seemed. He couldn’t help the amused smirk that broke across his face at her confiscation of the bed (and him). Goodness, was she going to give these boys ideas. Misha couldn’t decided if the fact that the boys she addressed didn’t know him so well — and therefore didn’t know he had no real interest in women — made the whole thing funnier or not. It probably did, though poor whoever owned this bed. Misharan vaguely mentally assured him the bed would be fine, knowing he’d never receive the sentiment. Being a dragon would be so useful.
But ah, how wonderful the silent agreement between Candidates to help each other get some (even if they were mistaken), because all of the boys started getting up to leave, some more miffed about it than others. Misha definitely heard at least one ‘get your own room’ as well as a ‘damn, Misha,’ which entertained him greatly. He made a bit of a show of moving his hands to rest on Mylorah’s hips for the benefit of their audience. Oh, the rumors from this would be fun. As the last of his friends left the room, Misharan looked up at Mylorah.
“Well, Mylo,” he said, doing his best to keep a straight face, “going to have your wicked way with me now?” Misharan managed to keep his voice level while speaking, but it was only a breath later that he was grinning openly up at his friend and laughing, not able to keep up the game any longer.
But ah, how wonderful the silent agreement between Candidates to help each other get some (even if they were mistaken), because all of the boys started getting up to leave, some more miffed about it than others. Misha definitely heard at least one ‘get your own room’ as well as a ‘damn, Misha,’ which entertained him greatly. He made a bit of a show of moving his hands to rest on Mylorah’s hips for the benefit of their audience. Oh, the rumors from this would be fun. As the last of his friends left the room, Misharan looked up at Mylorah.
“Well, Mylo,” he said, doing his best to keep a straight face, “going to have your wicked way with me now?” Misharan managed to keep his voice level while speaking, but it was only a breath later that he was grinning openly up at his friend and laughing, not able to keep up the game any longer.