29.Sep.20, 11:03 AM
Malvayth was so antsy that it almost made Cazan itchy as she lay there covered in sweat, catching her breath in T'ryn's arms. She was too caught up in the lingering pleasure that was pulsing through her body and an almost incomprehensible sense of satisfaction to really pick up more than that from her dragon. She even jumped slightly when Mal's voice softly bubbled in her mind, both eager and uncertain. What was that?
"That was good. That's what it was." She'd meant to just think the response to her dragon, but it was fine spoken aloud as well, especially since T'ryn had seemed anxious about his performance. She snuggled in closer to her... friend? Lover? Boyfriend? It wasn't the first time she'd pondered over the labels, but in the moment it seemed like something she really should have figured out. But was it really the time to ask? If she was honest with herself, she'd probably avoid asking it entirely if she put it off. She stretched up to give the man a kiss, very similar to the one that had sent them down this path in the first place when he stopped by to visit with a plate of fruit and wearing the fantastic pants she'd made.
"I have a question," she said, her voice still breathy as she pulled back from the kiss. "Are.. are we dating? Do I call you my boyfriend? I just want to make sure I don't use the wrong word. You probably deserve something a bit better than 'mouth friend' at least." It was still odd to hear her ask the question aloud. It had been less than a year ago when she thought she was just going to carry on with her life until her parents finally succeeded in marrying her off. She wasn't sure which was more jarring to think about; the face that she had found a man she felt close to who wasn't her brother, or that she wanted to call him something more than just a friend.
"That was good. That's what it was." She'd meant to just think the response to her dragon, but it was fine spoken aloud as well, especially since T'ryn had seemed anxious about his performance. She snuggled in closer to her... friend? Lover? Boyfriend? It wasn't the first time she'd pondered over the labels, but in the moment it seemed like something she really should have figured out. But was it really the time to ask? If she was honest with herself, she'd probably avoid asking it entirely if she put it off. She stretched up to give the man a kiss, very similar to the one that had sent them down this path in the first place when he stopped by to visit with a plate of fruit and wearing the fantastic pants she'd made.
"I have a question," she said, her voice still breathy as she pulled back from the kiss. "Are.. are we dating? Do I call you my boyfriend? I just want to make sure I don't use the wrong word. You probably deserve something a bit better than 'mouth friend' at least." It was still odd to hear her ask the question aloud. It had been less than a year ago when she thought she was just going to carry on with her life until her parents finally succeeded in marrying her off. She wasn't sure which was more jarring to think about; the face that she had found a man she felt close to who wasn't her brother, or that she wanted to call him something more than just a friend.