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28.Aug.12, 08:35 PM
"I made do," Erisi answered loftily. He knew he had the Bluerider's interest piqued, and that was really all he needed. Charath had risen, so he was going to assume that she would put up with her bonded's more... ah, playful nature. I don't want to, came her sullen response. Erisi would have rolled his eyes at her, if the gesture would not look so peculiar in front of someone who wasn't included in their mental conversation. Despite showing an almost obscene amount of interest in Valerian, she was uncomfortable with Erisi showing interest in sharding everyone. The thought of her bonded getting laid was not the problem, it was sharing him when she necessarily didn't have to that bothered her.
'C'mon, Charath, I've been patient for who knows how long it's taken you to grow up.'
You should beg better than this.
'No.'
Please?
'Now who's begging?'
...I hate you.
He knew this was going to bite him in the ass later, but right now he just did not care. Erisi wanted to play, and M'bal had not been quite satisfying enough to keep him out of the action for long. It wasn't just sex, it was the enchantment of being pursued, of having someone's undivided attention. The game was just as fun as the end result, really. This was the side of Erisi that Charath really did not have to deal with until now, because Erisi had been dedicated to behaving himself. He loved Charath enough to hold himself back, and now he didn't have to.
And it was wonderful.
He leaned back against the counter, observing Z'ia with an almost casual interest. "Then you've already sated your appetite," Erisi commented with a sly smile. He picked a fruit up off the counter, examining it critically for bruising before deigning it well enough to take a bite out of. Erisi wasn't quite sure he had enjoyed that comment from Z'ia. It meant that he wanted Erisi to be seconds, and Erisi hated being second. He wasn't disinterested, rather determined to make Z'ia try harder at him. It would be too fun to give in already, after all. "It's a shame, really. You're probably just looking for a snack then." Erisi considered himself to be a full-course meal.
He picked up another suitable fruit from the table, and extended his arm out to offer the red fruit to Z'ia. It was an invitation to come over to him, even while every verbal cue he gave signaled disinterest.
'C'mon, Charath, I've been patient for who knows how long it's taken you to grow up.'
You should beg better than this.
'No.'
Please?
'Now who's begging?'
...I hate you.
He knew this was going to bite him in the ass later, but right now he just did not care. Erisi wanted to play, and M'bal had not been quite satisfying enough to keep him out of the action for long. It wasn't just sex, it was the enchantment of being pursued, of having someone's undivided attention. The game was just as fun as the end result, really. This was the side of Erisi that Charath really did not have to deal with until now, because Erisi had been dedicated to behaving himself. He loved Charath enough to hold himself back, and now he didn't have to.
And it was wonderful.
He leaned back against the counter, observing Z'ia with an almost casual interest. "Then you've already sated your appetite," Erisi commented with a sly smile. He picked a fruit up off the counter, examining it critically for bruising before deigning it well enough to take a bite out of. Erisi wasn't quite sure he had enjoyed that comment from Z'ia. It meant that he wanted Erisi to be seconds, and Erisi hated being second. He wasn't disinterested, rather determined to make Z'ia try harder at him. It would be too fun to give in already, after all. "It's a shame, really. You're probably just looking for a snack then." Erisi considered himself to be a full-course meal.
He picked up another suitable fruit from the table, and extended his arm out to offer the red fruit to Z'ia. It was an invitation to come over to him, even while every verbal cue he gave signaled disinterest.
