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21.Mar.13, 09:37 AM
“Don’t get used to it,” Indivara drawled, eyes locked on Valerian’s shoulder as she kept a subtle watch on her sheet. Why did a few feet seem like the length of Katila? An eyebrow arched as Indivara peered up at Valerian, an amused smirk flickering over her lips. Her voice was droll. “I don’t recall motivating you to strip before.” She replied, blue eyes sparkling. “Mostly you just run like a pansy.” A wicked smirk reclaimed her lips, the girl taking more than a little artistic license with her comment. Half the incidents where she’d thrown things at Valerian had resulted in him getting the better of her. That, however, was not the current point - not at all! Distracting Valerian with silly chatter seemed like the perfect way to get back at her sheet without him getting all the wrong ideas.
… The girl paused for a space moment when Valerian’s fingers shifted, unsure what to make of the motion, particularly following her previous thought, before deciding firmly to pretend like she hadn’t noticed anything. Despite her decision, Indivara couldn’t stop the slightly quizzical glance she flashed up under her lashes, attempting to define what was going on in the Harper’s mind. Unable to see an immediate answer, and unwilling to encourage him if he was wandering down that path, blue eyes sought out her sheet once more, still much too far away, and she continued to guide Valerian backwards with gentle hands. She did not want him to suddenly put up a fight and refuse to move!
Indivara didn’t relent in her insistent guidance until she felt Valerian stop with the slight wobble that indicated he’d backed into the bed. Her grip tightened, fingers shifting to his waist to help him balance, and it was a moment before Indivara realised shoving him over probably would have given her far more freedom to grab her sheet with minimal commentary from her partner. Fuck it. Her face ever a clear indication of what was going on in her head, Indivara’s was twisted irritably as her mind raced for a way out, without looking like she was digging for an escape route. It didn’t help that she was perfectly capable of admitting Valerian wasn’t a stupid man. If he had been, she was pretty she’d have punched him in the face long ago. Indivara hated stupidity.
Huffing suddenly, Indivara shifted her vacant gaze to glare up at Valerian irritably. It was all his fault! First he’d grabbed her, and then he’d gone and gotten all girly and emotional when she made some comment or another – Indivara neither recalled nor cared what she’d said – and now look at the mess she was in! Indivara refused to acknowledge any blame she was entitled to for ending up in the current situation, as she dug her fingers into Valerian’s ribs suddenly. “Ticklish, Valerian?” she purred sweetly, trying to decided even as she attempted to tickle him, if he’d just stare at her or if he’d start squealing like a little girl.
Hopefully, he would squirm without attempting to tickle her, and she’d get to pick up her Faranth-be-fucked sheet! Indivara wasn’t ticklish, per-se, but it would evoke a response; probably bruised Valerian flesh - if only because it would make her squeal like a little girl.
… The girl paused for a space moment when Valerian’s fingers shifted, unsure what to make of the motion, particularly following her previous thought, before deciding firmly to pretend like she hadn’t noticed anything. Despite her decision, Indivara couldn’t stop the slightly quizzical glance she flashed up under her lashes, attempting to define what was going on in the Harper’s mind. Unable to see an immediate answer, and unwilling to encourage him if he was wandering down that path, blue eyes sought out her sheet once more, still much too far away, and she continued to guide Valerian backwards with gentle hands. She did not want him to suddenly put up a fight and refuse to move!
Indivara didn’t relent in her insistent guidance until she felt Valerian stop with the slight wobble that indicated he’d backed into the bed. Her grip tightened, fingers shifting to his waist to help him balance, and it was a moment before Indivara realised shoving him over probably would have given her far more freedom to grab her sheet with minimal commentary from her partner. Fuck it. Her face ever a clear indication of what was going on in her head, Indivara’s was twisted irritably as her mind raced for a way out, without looking like she was digging for an escape route. It didn’t help that she was perfectly capable of admitting Valerian wasn’t a stupid man. If he had been, she was pretty she’d have punched him in the face long ago. Indivara hated stupidity.
Huffing suddenly, Indivara shifted her vacant gaze to glare up at Valerian irritably. It was all his fault! First he’d grabbed her, and then he’d gone and gotten all girly and emotional when she made some comment or another – Indivara neither recalled nor cared what she’d said – and now look at the mess she was in! Indivara refused to acknowledge any blame she was entitled to for ending up in the current situation, as she dug her fingers into Valerian’s ribs suddenly. “Ticklish, Valerian?” she purred sweetly, trying to decided even as she attempted to tickle him, if he’d just stare at her or if he’d start squealing like a little girl.
Hopefully, he would squirm without attempting to tickle her, and she’d get to pick up her Faranth-be-fucked sheet! Indivara wasn’t ticklish, per-se, but it would evoke a response; probably bruised Valerian flesh - if only because it would make her squeal like a little girl.
