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24.Feb.13, 09:27 AM
While the events leading up to the moment Indivara was currently wrapped up in had been less than expected, the girl was not entirely sure she wholeheartedly objected to them – at least, not to herself; out loud would be an entirely different story, she was quite sure, since actively admitting she’d enjoyed herself would be a far cry from the expected and she wasn’t quite sure it would have the usual effect that doing the unexpected could have. She wasn’t quite sure she was prepared to even admit to herself that she had enjoyed herself. She was only willing to admit that she hadn’t hated the experience.
Being nabbed by a randy blue- or brownrider was not unusual, and Indivara had come to learn which ones should be avoided, for various reasons, and which ones could be counted on as a decent lay, dragonlust and all. Despite that, the girl knew it was possible to be swept away by someone she wasn’t expecting and those tended to turn out less than desirably, she’d found. Probably because the tiny young woman’s natural response to being manhandled was to fight like a savage wher, and most of the men she’d been grabbed by had not particularly liked that – or liked it in a way that generally resulted in bruises.
This one had been different, at least in the reasoning behind why the girl had tried to claw his face off as he managed to corral her into a bedroom – at least they’d ended up in the bed! – He wasn’t rough or heavy handed, but he had been determined and that had taken Indivara by surprise. She’d never picked up on any sexual tension in their relationship, which had mostly revolved around snarky bitch fighting and, on Indivara’s part, a lot of rock throwing. Perhaps he had simply been seriously fuelled by his beast – after all, that dragon was hotter blooded than all the greens combined, with a topping of Krypth – at least from what Indivara had seen.
Leaning up on an elbow, Indivara tugged the sheet up, mostly to cover her scarring, rather than what lame claim she could make to having breasts. Her build far more wiry muscles over a pixie skeleton of easily broken bones, Indivara was hardly a man’s dream of the perfect female. No hips, no boobs, and a body riddled with scarring – both from the dragonet attack she had been at the base of almost two turns ago, and from her own misconducts as a child – Indivara was quite sure the only way pretty could be used in context to her appearance was before the word ‘horrific’.
Normally, this would be the moment Indivara took to dress, kick her partner awake with some type of Indivara-esque commentary, and be on her way. Instead, Indivara snatched the entire sheet, wrapping herself up and leaving her partner to the sudden chill of air as she eyed him boldly for a moment, before shifting to straddle him across the stomach, an unkind jab of the pointer finger landing on his chest bone.
“Wake up.” She demanded, her face inches from his. It was, after all, his fault they were in this predicament, and she was going to make sure he was completely aware of that fact.
Being nabbed by a randy blue- or brownrider was not unusual, and Indivara had come to learn which ones should be avoided, for various reasons, and which ones could be counted on as a decent lay, dragonlust and all. Despite that, the girl knew it was possible to be swept away by someone she wasn’t expecting and those tended to turn out less than desirably, she’d found. Probably because the tiny young woman’s natural response to being manhandled was to fight like a savage wher, and most of the men she’d been grabbed by had not particularly liked that – or liked it in a way that generally resulted in bruises.
This one had been different, at least in the reasoning behind why the girl had tried to claw his face off as he managed to corral her into a bedroom – at least they’d ended up in the bed! – He wasn’t rough or heavy handed, but he had been determined and that had taken Indivara by surprise. She’d never picked up on any sexual tension in their relationship, which had mostly revolved around snarky bitch fighting and, on Indivara’s part, a lot of rock throwing. Perhaps he had simply been seriously fuelled by his beast – after all, that dragon was hotter blooded than all the greens combined, with a topping of Krypth – at least from what Indivara had seen.
Leaning up on an elbow, Indivara tugged the sheet up, mostly to cover her scarring, rather than what lame claim she could make to having breasts. Her build far more wiry muscles over a pixie skeleton of easily broken bones, Indivara was hardly a man’s dream of the perfect female. No hips, no boobs, and a body riddled with scarring – both from the dragonet attack she had been at the base of almost two turns ago, and from her own misconducts as a child – Indivara was quite sure the only way pretty could be used in context to her appearance was before the word ‘horrific’.
Normally, this would be the moment Indivara took to dress, kick her partner awake with some type of Indivara-esque commentary, and be on her way. Instead, Indivara snatched the entire sheet, wrapping herself up and leaving her partner to the sudden chill of air as she eyed him boldly for a moment, before shifting to straddle him across the stomach, an unkind jab of the pointer finger landing on his chest bone.
“Wake up.” She demanded, her face inches from his. It was, after all, his fault they were in this predicament, and she was going to make sure he was completely aware of that fact.
