14.May.22, 11:32 AM
“I was,” M’quel said with a crooked smile, “But I’m free now!” She nodded towards her pretty dragon, who was all clean, oiled and buffed. She cuddled closer to A’tay, if that were possible, and rested her other hand lightly on his stomach. She tilted her head to grin up at him again. “I’ll always be free for you, TayTay!” M’quel said firmly, her expression turning serious, though her lips were still turned up in a small smile. She stretched up on her toes again, pressing a kiss against A’tay’s cheek, and then resting her forehead against his cheek for a moment. After a few breaths, she settled back down onto her feet, now resting her head against his shoulder.
M'quel tried not to let her sudden confusion show on her face as she gazed out over the lake, past the dragons. For a moment, she’d had an overwhelming urge to kiss her best friend, kiss him properly and that was weird, right? She felt Zezeth’s consciousness settle against her own, and felt more than heard the dragon’s curious question: why was kissing A’tay weird, who had been her best friend for almost as long as they’d both been alive, but kissing T’ryn wasn’t? Kissing N’lis wasn’t? Kissing D’hys wasn’t? M’quel had no answer for that, and her gaze shifted to looking down at the rippling lake. There were some dragons swimming in it on the other side, playing some kind of game.
A'tay’s quip about sunlight had M’quel shifting her gaze back up to meet his, amusement flickering once more onto her features. “Oh really?” She asked, raising her eyebrows playfully. “And here I thought I was the only one in your life,” she teased, smirking subtly; she knew he was talking about her, but couldn’t resist the teasing poke. “What a know-it-all,” she said, sighing dramatically. She glanced up suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, with a wicked little smile, and said before she could stop herself: “I know all sorts of things about people’s needs, now, though.” Her hand on his stomach twitched slightly, and then she realised who she was talking to, and her eyes opened wide, surprised, and a blush flooded across her cheeks. M’quel glanced away, but didn’t remove herself or take her words back.
There was still that awkward flutter in her stomach, confusing her further. She hadn’t felt such things talking about (or having) sex with any of the others, and M’quel was pretty sure those should definitely have invoked such feelings. Right? Confused, M’quel made a soft hum noise in the back of her throat, and chewed on her bottom lip as she gazed out over the lake, letting the blush fade from her cheeks.
M'quel tried not to let her sudden confusion show on her face as she gazed out over the lake, past the dragons. For a moment, she’d had an overwhelming urge to kiss her best friend, kiss him properly and that was weird, right? She felt Zezeth’s consciousness settle against her own, and felt more than heard the dragon’s curious question: why was kissing A’tay weird, who had been her best friend for almost as long as they’d both been alive, but kissing T’ryn wasn’t? Kissing N’lis wasn’t? Kissing D’hys wasn’t? M’quel had no answer for that, and her gaze shifted to looking down at the rippling lake. There were some dragons swimming in it on the other side, playing some kind of game.
A'tay’s quip about sunlight had M’quel shifting her gaze back up to meet his, amusement flickering once more onto her features. “Oh really?” She asked, raising her eyebrows playfully. “And here I thought I was the only one in your life,” she teased, smirking subtly; she knew he was talking about her, but couldn’t resist the teasing poke. “What a know-it-all,” she said, sighing dramatically. She glanced up suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, with a wicked little smile, and said before she could stop herself: “I know all sorts of things about people’s needs, now, though.” Her hand on his stomach twitched slightly, and then she realised who she was talking to, and her eyes opened wide, surprised, and a blush flooded across her cheeks. M’quel glanced away, but didn’t remove herself or take her words back.
There was still that awkward flutter in her stomach, confusing her further. She hadn’t felt such things talking about (or having) sex with any of the others, and M’quel was pretty sure those should definitely have invoked such feelings. Right? Confused, M’quel made a soft hum noise in the back of her throat, and chewed on her bottom lip as she gazed out over the lake, letting the blush fade from her cheeks.