05.Jan.20, 10:51 PM
She was a terrible person and Dandioar would never tell her so to her face. He knew she wasn't all that terrible, just knew what she wanted and got it by whatever means necessary. Skirt hitching up and his eyes were still glued to the pale expanse there. Probably soft as fleece if he touched it but he wouldn't. Dandi wasn't completely hold bound but he also wasn't going to touch someone without their permission. He might if he could get his fear of her under wraps. It was just a matter of overcoming it. He could totally do that. Maybe if she kept up that demure look about her. But even as he thought it he knew he wouldn't like it for very long. Dandi knew without a doubt he was one of those people that was deeply attracted to things that terrified him, even if he liked to pretend he wasn't. He had appearances to keep up.
He didn't know when it happened but between one moment and the next, Casa was pressing him into the ground. She'd told him his apology was nonsense, it wasn't he'd needed to apologize no matter what she said, and laughed at him. Normally Dandioar would have gotten angry, his back up and snarly, he hated being laughed at, but he couldn't at that moment. It didn't help matters that Casa had shifted herself quick enough that her knees straddled his hips. Damnation but she was terrible. His eyes darkened at the challenge on her face, lips mocking him with a gentle smile.
"It depends," he told her with a voice that was steadily growing husky, "Would you rather be meek or would you rather manhandle me?" Hands drifted up those thighs and his teeth clenched. He was right, soft as fleece. She probably didn't do a day of hard work in her life.
He didn't know when it happened but between one moment and the next, Casa was pressing him into the ground. She'd told him his apology was nonsense, it wasn't he'd needed to apologize no matter what she said, and laughed at him. Normally Dandioar would have gotten angry, his back up and snarly, he hated being laughed at, but he couldn't at that moment. It didn't help matters that Casa had shifted herself quick enough that her knees straddled his hips. Damnation but she was terrible. His eyes darkened at the challenge on her face, lips mocking him with a gentle smile.
"It depends," he told her with a voice that was steadily growing husky, "Would you rather be meek or would you rather manhandle me?" Hands drifted up those thighs and his teeth clenched. He was right, soft as fleece. She probably didn't do a day of hard work in her life.