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02.Mar.13, 06:58 AM
“Don’t move!” While Indivara didn’t exactly screech, her voice did go up several octaves while one of her hands defaulted to pressing against Valerian’s neck to make sure the young bluerider stayed where he was, and didn’t wriggle around. The other shifted to rub at her forehead as she scowled down at Valerian, bright blue eyes sparking with anger. Stupid man and his fat head bashing into things with his brainless ways! “Fuck. What is your head full of? Fucking rocks?” Indivara released the pressure on Valerian’s neck when she was sure he wasn’t about to attempt to shift or buck her off. The girl brushed her mussed up hair off her face with her free hand, now discharged from rubbing her forehead. Placing her hand with deceptive lightness on Valerian’s chest, Indivara leaned forward and glared down at her bedmate.
“Don’t blame him!” She snapped, refusing to remove her right hand from his throat, though she did lower it slightly as she sat back up, so she was resting it more upon his collarbone than actively risking choking him. She didn’t want to choke him. At least, not at the moment! “You’re the one that picked me up and dragged me here, not him!” How much of that was actually truth, Valerian might never be privy to, though that in and of itself was of little consequence to Indivara. While the girl hadn’t actively sought the young man out, she’d certainly not wriggled out of his grasp when he’d snagged her, either. She could have, if she’d wanted to; but Indivara enjoyed the feeling of being desired (even if it were totally false), the complete lack of conscious judgement in the other rider (there was never the feared revulsion at her scarring, or lack of proper womanly curves), and the prospect of how Valerian would handle it had ended up being the deciding factor for her. It would be such fun to torment him, something that had become a habit for the girl over the turns.
She hadn’t, however, counted on actually getting as much enjoyment out of bedding him as she had. It confused her, and being confused made Indivara mad, and Valerian was the perfect target for that anger, especially since he would likely believe whatever came out of her mouth, if it was blamed on dragonrider lust. Blaming his dragon though! Indivara continued to glare down at Valerian for that. Her nose scrunched up, giving him a look of disgust. “You enjoyed yourself,” she unintentionally echoed Veeth, giving her head a flick, purposefully attempting to allude to the fact that it had been all him and she had been a victim of circumstance, not a willing party. When he groaned, she leaned forward again, shifting her hand on his throat to restrict his reactions. “Your groans were throatier, though,” she whispered, smiling slyly. She was not going to be the only one wallowing in confusion and awkwardness!
“Don’t blame him!” She snapped, refusing to remove her right hand from his throat, though she did lower it slightly as she sat back up, so she was resting it more upon his collarbone than actively risking choking him. She didn’t want to choke him. At least, not at the moment! “You’re the one that picked me up and dragged me here, not him!” How much of that was actually truth, Valerian might never be privy to, though that in and of itself was of little consequence to Indivara. While the girl hadn’t actively sought the young man out, she’d certainly not wriggled out of his grasp when he’d snagged her, either. She could have, if she’d wanted to; but Indivara enjoyed the feeling of being desired (even if it were totally false), the complete lack of conscious judgement in the other rider (there was never the feared revulsion at her scarring, or lack of proper womanly curves), and the prospect of how Valerian would handle it had ended up being the deciding factor for her. It would be such fun to torment him, something that had become a habit for the girl over the turns.
She hadn’t, however, counted on actually getting as much enjoyment out of bedding him as she had. It confused her, and being confused made Indivara mad, and Valerian was the perfect target for that anger, especially since he would likely believe whatever came out of her mouth, if it was blamed on dragonrider lust. Blaming his dragon though! Indivara continued to glare down at Valerian for that. Her nose scrunched up, giving him a look of disgust. “You enjoyed yourself,” she unintentionally echoed Veeth, giving her head a flick, purposefully attempting to allude to the fact that it had been all him and she had been a victim of circumstance, not a willing party. When he groaned, she leaned forward again, shifting her hand on his throat to restrict his reactions. “Your groans were throatier, though,” she whispered, smiling slyly. She was not going to be the only one wallowing in confusion and awkwardness!
