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02.Jul.19, 10:59 AM
Casa gasped in delighted surprise when Nerreh suddenly pinned her down; it was only by the one wrist, but it was enough, and Casa smiled invitingly up at Nerreh, sinking into the bed and preening under the open, honest gaze. Casa loved being looked at in general – she loved it even more when the gaze was filled with heat and lust. Shifting her hips wantonly, Casa hummed in quiet approval as Nerreh’s kisses turned into nips along her jaw.
The hand that wasn’t pinned to the mattress lifted to brush the short locks of dark hair, fingers splaying across the back of Nerreh’s head so she could bring her head ([Thallyath]I thought Faxxonth’s was a boy now, too?[/Thallayth]) down to seal their lips in a heated kiss; Casa smiling into the action at Thallyath’s sleepy comment. The body perched above her was made of all the same parts as her own, but where Casa flaunted her femininity, with her small hips and bust, and her tiny waist; where Mylorah was smooth curves and strong limbs; Nerreh was lithe muscles and sharp lines. Casa revelled in the strange new experience.
Not really having gone so far with Mylorah, Casa enjoyed the thrill of learning on the job with Nerreh, laughing with playful delight when one of them did something silly or odd (which Casa was prone to doing, partly to cut down on any anxiety either of them might be brewing, and partly because it was fun) and definitely not being quiet when Nerreh hit any of the right spots. Casa had never been one to be a silent lover, and she had learned early that if she let her partner know what she liked when her body told her, they were more inclined to get the message. She never faked it, though. That was just ridiculous and she’d scolded more than one of her female companions for pretending their mate or lover was better than he was. It was ridiculous!
Casa, as a result, wasn’t shy about telling her lover if something was done that she didn’t like. But, in all honesty, Casa had so rarely come across things she didn’t like, that it was mostly a non-issue. Not to say her lovers were excellent; Casa was remarkably knowledgeable about her body and was wickedly direct with helping Nerreh out when he stumbled. (A sly little smirk twitched at Casa’s lips every time she thought of Nerreh as a man, though never gave comment of what caused it, and the expression would fade over time as she got more comfortable with the usage and less aware of it.)
Casa gave a soft, moaning whimper as she cuddled up against Nerreh. The sweat had cooled, which was making her feel chilled, which made her desire a bath. But that meant actually getting up, and while Casa had a small bathing room within her weyr, it was on the other side of it. Her limbs were still made of noodles, and the bed was so comfortable. Alas, Casa sighed dramatically as she sat up, leaning over Nerreh to give her companion’s shoulder a gentle shake. Casa, at least, had been dozing on and off for the last little while. She assumed the same of Nerreh.
“Come for a bath?” Casa asked in a low murmur, feeling the weight of the day – week, really, when she considered Thallyath’s growing emotions and proddiness prior to her Flight – bearing down on her like sacks of heavy flour. “Thally will call someone to change the bedding.” A twitch of her lips (she didn’t envy that person), “and bring food,” Casa moaned, before she more or less tumbled out of bed, finding her centre of gravity and stifling as laugh as she peered out of the bedroom and into the main room. “What a disaster,” she giggled.
The hand that wasn’t pinned to the mattress lifted to brush the short locks of dark hair, fingers splaying across the back of Nerreh’s head so she could bring her head ([Thallyath]I thought Faxxonth’s was a boy now, too?[/Thallayth]) down to seal their lips in a heated kiss; Casa smiling into the action at Thallyath’s sleepy comment. The body perched above her was made of all the same parts as her own, but where Casa flaunted her femininity, with her small hips and bust, and her tiny waist; where Mylorah was smooth curves and strong limbs; Nerreh was lithe muscles and sharp lines. Casa revelled in the strange new experience.
Not really having gone so far with Mylorah, Casa enjoyed the thrill of learning on the job with Nerreh, laughing with playful delight when one of them did something silly or odd (which Casa was prone to doing, partly to cut down on any anxiety either of them might be brewing, and partly because it was fun) and definitely not being quiet when Nerreh hit any of the right spots. Casa had never been one to be a silent lover, and she had learned early that if she let her partner know what she liked when her body told her, they were more inclined to get the message. She never faked it, though. That was just ridiculous and she’d scolded more than one of her female companions for pretending their mate or lover was better than he was. It was ridiculous!
Casa, as a result, wasn’t shy about telling her lover if something was done that she didn’t like. But, in all honesty, Casa had so rarely come across things she didn’t like, that it was mostly a non-issue. Not to say her lovers were excellent; Casa was remarkably knowledgeable about her body and was wickedly direct with helping Nerreh out when he stumbled. (A sly little smirk twitched at Casa’s lips every time she thought of Nerreh as a man, though never gave comment of what caused it, and the expression would fade over time as she got more comfortable with the usage and less aware of it.)
Casa gave a soft, moaning whimper as she cuddled up against Nerreh. The sweat had cooled, which was making her feel chilled, which made her desire a bath. But that meant actually getting up, and while Casa had a small bathing room within her weyr, it was on the other side of it. Her limbs were still made of noodles, and the bed was so comfortable. Alas, Casa sighed dramatically as she sat up, leaning over Nerreh to give her companion’s shoulder a gentle shake. Casa, at least, had been dozing on and off for the last little while. She assumed the same of Nerreh.
“Come for a bath?” Casa asked in a low murmur, feeling the weight of the day – week, really, when she considered Thallyath’s growing emotions and proddiness prior to her Flight – bearing down on her like sacks of heavy flour. “Thally will call someone to change the bedding.” A twitch of her lips (she didn’t envy that person), “and bring food,” Casa moaned, before she more or less tumbled out of bed, finding her centre of gravity and stifling as laugh as she peered out of the bedroom and into the main room. “What a disaster,” she giggled.
