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21.Apr.18, 11:19 AM
“A cushion?” Jalazmar was momentarily confused until he realised she was concerned for his bottom and how comfortable the floor would be and chuckled. “No, I’m good. I’m older than you, but I’m not that old yet!” He doubted that even if his father knew how to have fun, that the man would never sit on the floor or anything that wasn’t plush and wrapped around you when you sat down.
He watched her with quiet amusement as Xyliah spoke about dinner plans, her hair, and talking too much all within a matter of seconds. He had to agree with her on that point; she did talk a lot! But she was good at it. She didn’t stutter or stumble over her words. She didn’t even seem to hesitate before speaking. She was either both very confident and thought quickly to match her mouth or she didn’t think at all and just rambled whatever came out and rolled with it. It was hard to say but given how flustered she had been minutes before, it seemed like a combination of both. She was confident in what she was saying but perhaps didn’t think it all the way through.
By the time she mentioned having a cat, Jalazmar was ready to start taking notes so he could answer her on everything she had said. He was certain he had it all, though, and took the chance to speak while she silently challenged him to say something negative about her cat.
“I would be honoured to have your company for dinner later on, and your hair is rather lovely hanging loose,” and it was. He could easily see himself lazily playing with it as they lay sated in bed after sex. Now there was something he could look forward to! He knew better than to even try getting her into bed before the wedding, already knowing enough about Xyliah to know she was far too much of a lady that knew better than to do such things, even with her betrothed. He’d just have to treat the next week as an extended game of foreplay.
“I can tell you like to talk and I don’t think I’d be able to stop you from doing it without using either a cloth stuffed in it or my mouth,” depending on how good of a kisser she was, that might become one of his favourite things to do, especially when he decided she really had been talking long enough. “Thankfully I enjoy a good conversation so I don’t see the need to silence you happening too much.”
What else had she mentioned? Oh, right, the cat. “And I’m happy you have a cat! Gabrin has one named Buttercup and to be honest, I’d grown rather attached to that ball of floof and already miss seeing her saunter about the hold. I was debating getting one of my own.” Buttercup was a spoiled cat that Gabrin seemed to love more than his own kids but she was friendly enough when bribed with treats and at least half of the bed. Cats were quiet companions that he were nice to sit beside while thinking or reading and he was pleased to know Xyliah not only liked them as well but already had one.
He watched her with quiet amusement as Xyliah spoke about dinner plans, her hair, and talking too much all within a matter of seconds. He had to agree with her on that point; she did talk a lot! But she was good at it. She didn’t stutter or stumble over her words. She didn’t even seem to hesitate before speaking. She was either both very confident and thought quickly to match her mouth or she didn’t think at all and just rambled whatever came out and rolled with it. It was hard to say but given how flustered she had been minutes before, it seemed like a combination of both. She was confident in what she was saying but perhaps didn’t think it all the way through.
By the time she mentioned having a cat, Jalazmar was ready to start taking notes so he could answer her on everything she had said. He was certain he had it all, though, and took the chance to speak while she silently challenged him to say something negative about her cat.
“I would be honoured to have your company for dinner later on, and your hair is rather lovely hanging loose,” and it was. He could easily see himself lazily playing with it as they lay sated in bed after sex. Now there was something he could look forward to! He knew better than to even try getting her into bed before the wedding, already knowing enough about Xyliah to know she was far too much of a lady that knew better than to do such things, even with her betrothed. He’d just have to treat the next week as an extended game of foreplay.
“I can tell you like to talk and I don’t think I’d be able to stop you from doing it without using either a cloth stuffed in it or my mouth,” depending on how good of a kisser she was, that might become one of his favourite things to do, especially when he decided she really had been talking long enough. “Thankfully I enjoy a good conversation so I don’t see the need to silence you happening too much.”
What else had she mentioned? Oh, right, the cat. “And I’m happy you have a cat! Gabrin has one named Buttercup and to be honest, I’d grown rather attached to that ball of floof and already miss seeing her saunter about the hold. I was debating getting one of my own.” Buttercup was a spoiled cat that Gabrin seemed to love more than his own kids but she was friendly enough when bribed with treats and at least half of the bed. Cats were quiet companions that he were nice to sit beside while thinking or reading and he was pleased to know Xyliah not only liked them as well but already had one.
