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18.Jun.14, 03:43 PM
R’nya grunted softly as Rhaedalyn flung herself at him, sending him backwards to land heavily on his rump, arms wrapping lightly around her to prevent her from ending up on the floor herself. Unfortunately, that prevented him from having an arm to fall back upon, and he rocked heavily towards the ground before managing to control the sway of their weight and he sat up, shifting Rhaedalyn slightly so she was seated comfortably (he hoped) across his lap. Almost gingerly, R’nya settled the light fabric of her slip so that it was covering her once more, though his touch lingered at her upper thigh as he raised an eyebrow at her question.
“Not particularly,” he answered, words spoken slowly as he continued to consider her question. Anything to keep himself from focusing on her warmth, and the shocking lack of clothing separating them; her warm breath against his neck wasn’t helping in the slightest and R’nya shifted them both carefully, moving the girl so she would, hopefully, continue to be ignorant of his complete lack of attention to her words. Or the fact that his poor pants were struggling to contain other parts of himself. R’nya swallowed a slightly distressed groan before it could surface.
“Practice,” he added, realising too late that he had just answered her questions backwards. Damn it all. R’nya expelled a slow breath that hitched partway through and he grimaced. He was far too aware of everything that Rhaedalyn was, all that she wasn’t wearing, and he was definitely going to end up doing a lot more things she didn’t expect if the situation wasn’t altered, and very soon. R’nya’s eyebrows knit in worry as he pulled away a little bit from his flight partner. “Rhaedalyn? Would you mind terribly if we cuddled later?” His voice was low, and pained.
He ran his thumb lightly over her thigh, the movement stopping as high on the inside as he could bring himself without passing by any and all boundaries, before lower his hand so it sat much closer to her knee. R’nya was desperately hoping she would get where he was going with his request and that she would not cry thinking he was taking back his offer. He had meant what he had said – she was welcome to claim cuddles whenever she wished them. R’nya had, however, been focused more on the times when those cuddles would come with clothing (lots of clothing!) on the both of them; not right after a flight!
Anxious and worried she would start crying again, R’nya watched Rhaedalyn with a mostly wary expression, though pale eyes were hot with the lust he was trying desperately not to act upon. For his part, Xyreith turned to snort at Aradissicath, not rising to the bait as he responded with a cheerful and cockyLucky for me; guess you’re just not interesting enough. He grinned at her wolfishly, displaying teeth and tilting his head to watch her more clearly with one delightedly swirling eye.
“Not particularly,” he answered, words spoken slowly as he continued to consider her question. Anything to keep himself from focusing on her warmth, and the shocking lack of clothing separating them; her warm breath against his neck wasn’t helping in the slightest and R’nya shifted them both carefully, moving the girl so she would, hopefully, continue to be ignorant of his complete lack of attention to her words. Or the fact that his poor pants were struggling to contain other parts of himself. R’nya swallowed a slightly distressed groan before it could surface.
“Practice,” he added, realising too late that he had just answered her questions backwards. Damn it all. R’nya expelled a slow breath that hitched partway through and he grimaced. He was far too aware of everything that Rhaedalyn was, all that she wasn’t wearing, and he was definitely going to end up doing a lot more things she didn’t expect if the situation wasn’t altered, and very soon. R’nya’s eyebrows knit in worry as he pulled away a little bit from his flight partner. “Rhaedalyn? Would you mind terribly if we cuddled later?” His voice was low, and pained.
He ran his thumb lightly over her thigh, the movement stopping as high on the inside as he could bring himself without passing by any and all boundaries, before lower his hand so it sat much closer to her knee. R’nya was desperately hoping she would get where he was going with his request and that she would not cry thinking he was taking back his offer. He had meant what he had said – she was welcome to claim cuddles whenever she wished them. R’nya had, however, been focused more on the times when those cuddles would come with clothing (lots of clothing!) on the both of them; not right after a flight!
Anxious and worried she would start crying again, R’nya watched Rhaedalyn with a mostly wary expression, though pale eyes were hot with the lust he was trying desperately not to act upon. For his part, Xyreith turned to snort at Aradissicath, not rising to the bait as he responded with a cheerful and cocky
