He ghosted behind her. She didn't noticed until his arms were sliding around her waist, his lips pressing against her neck and his voice murmuring into her ear. Safyra blushed all the more for the way that it made her stomach fill with butterflies and she found herself starting to lean back into his embrace. Shaking slightly, she continued to stir the pot. Theogios... I both hate and love this.
Carefully, she stood on tiptoes to reach into the cupboard, pulling down a spice and adding it to the stew. She noted how he allowed her to move, even as he embraced her, and while grateful for it, couldn't get it from her head that he was still holding her, despite that she could move. Turning the heat down a little, she turned around in his arms, letting the pot simmer behind her. Dark eyes raked up his lean chest and she swallowed, bright red as she finally found his face, underneath his tousled hair. "So... I'm trying to think some about how to make.. well.. er..." She was distracted by the sight of him as well as nervous about the subject. Morals had to change though. She was no longer an innocent, middle class citizen. Even Marn, with it's strict rules and guard had crime.
Her voice came out in a rush. "I want to learn how to...how to steal things. I can't just let you carry me along and keep me alive. And simply keeping you fed isn't enough of a payment for everything you're giving to me and... Her voice faded slightly, and she tilted her head, letting her hair fall into her face to hide behind.
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Kaleb watched as she made the stew, letting her move, supporting her when she tentatively rested back against him. When she turned and blushed Kaleb couldn't stop the smirk. So cute and innocent. He hadn't missed her raking his chest though. In fact it was kind of sexy. Quickly kicking those thoughts from his head Kaleb tuned into her stuttered mumblings, causing his eyebrows to raise into his hair line.
It was when she tilted his head that Kaleb clued in she was either scared or embarrassed. Green eyes softened dramatically as he shifted to simply hold her, chuckling.
"Fyra, Fyra, Fyra... my lovely little polecat. I don't think you're quite ready for that." It was true, Kaleb knew, he'd have to break her morals in a little bit more before she was ready for a heist that wouldn't end with her feeling completely guilty. "I can get you to assist me for a bit, I suppose." He murmured thoughtfully, stroking her hair. He reached around her and clicked the stove off, didn't want the food to burn after all. "For now, however," he murmured as he bent slightly, "I shall treat you like a princess." And down he swooped, scooping her up into his arms to plant a solid kiss on her lips.
Pulling back with a grin and a wink, Kaleb set her on the table, not noticing how his towel loosened to the point it was threatening to fall off. He moved to grab the plates, the towel loosened. He moved to fill the bowls with food, the towel loosened. He was turning around to go serve the food, humming and semi-oblivious, when the towel fell off. That, he did notice. Moving the dishes away from his face to look down and see his little thief staring back at him, Kaleb looked away and grinning apologetically.
"Sorry... I swear I didn't mean for that to happen." And so he set the dishes on the table and moved back to grab the towel off the ground, blushing much to his chagrin.
It was when she tilted his head that Kaleb clued in she was either scared or embarrassed. Green eyes softened dramatically as he shifted to simply hold her, chuckling.
"Fyra, Fyra, Fyra... my lovely little polecat. I don't think you're quite ready for that." It was true, Kaleb knew, he'd have to break her morals in a little bit more before she was ready for a heist that wouldn't end with her feeling completely guilty. "I can get you to assist me for a bit, I suppose." He murmured thoughtfully, stroking her hair. He reached around her and clicked the stove off, didn't want the food to burn after all. "For now, however," he murmured as he bent slightly, "I shall treat you like a princess." And down he swooped, scooping her up into his arms to plant a solid kiss on her lips.
Pulling back with a grin and a wink, Kaleb set her on the table, not noticing how his towel loosened to the point it was threatening to fall off. He moved to grab the plates, the towel loosened. He moved to fill the bowls with food, the towel loosened. He was turning around to go serve the food, humming and semi-oblivious, when the towel fell off. That, he did notice. Moving the dishes away from his face to look down and see his little thief staring back at him, Kaleb looked away and grinning apologetically.
"Sorry... I swear I didn't mean for that to happen." And so he set the dishes on the table and moved back to grab the towel off the ground, blushing much to his chagrin.
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A squeak left her, and she stiffened a little bit before relaxing into his arms, returning his kiss shyly. There was something to be said for the way he would just take charge now and then. Even if he did manhandle her. At least it doesn't matter whether I'm human or polecat... She thought, reluctantly letting go of him as he set her in one of the chairs. There was definitely something to be said for kissing at the least. She had been kissed before, but her swains had always restrained themselves to the soft, semi-chaste pecks. Kaleb did not. Every time his lips melded to hers, she wanted to melt, to pull him closer and she if she could force her body to meld with his. It was fire and ice all at once.
She smiled as he went to get dishes, and watched him walk across the kitchen easily, wondering how he could be so comfortable as to just walk around in nearly nothing. As he served the stew, and his towel fell off, her face turned bright red once more, and after her gaze dragged itself all the way along his body she forced herself to look away from him, coughing slightly. He was apologizing and moving to fetch the towel, and Fyra found herself staring at the food in front of her, scared to eat it lest she overheat her face and explode.
She poked at it with a utensil instead, unable to look at the green-eyed, dark-haired man that she had found herself liking more and more. Her voice was soft, stubbornly pretending that his towel hadn't left him completely nude when he had brought the food to her. "What do you mean, you think I'm not ready?" Safyra dared to look over at him once she felt he probably had enough time to have put the towel back around his hips.
She smiled as he went to get dishes, and watched him walk across the kitchen easily, wondering how he could be so comfortable as to just walk around in nearly nothing. As he served the stew, and his towel fell off, her face turned bright red once more, and after her gaze dragged itself all the way along his body she forced herself to look away from him, coughing slightly. He was apologizing and moving to fetch the towel, and Fyra found herself staring at the food in front of her, scared to eat it lest she overheat her face and explode.
She poked at it with a utensil instead, unable to look at the green-eyed, dark-haired man that she had found herself liking more and more. Her voice was soft, stubbornly pretending that his towel hadn't left him completely nude when he had brought the food to her. "What do you mean, you think I'm not ready?" Safyra dared to look over at him once she felt he probably had enough time to have put the towel back around his hips.
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She hadn't looked while he was nude! Kaleb wasn't sure if he should be amused or disappointed. Deciding to just shrug it off, Kaleb sat in his place across the table from her and spooned some stew thoughtfully. How was he to put this without upsetting the lass?
"I don't want you to feel bad, love. Thieving, in a sense I suppose, is an art and a lifestyle. Some people can do it, some people can't. Those that think they can and try when they're not ready... well... they tend to end up in the guard's patty-paws real fast. Naturally I wouldn't let that happen, but at the same time I don't want you feeling guilty. I need to show you some things first love, before we get into anything."
He spooned the stew in his mouth, a quiet moan of appreciation his compliment to the chef as he eagerly dug in.
"I don't want you to feel bad, love. Thieving, in a sense I suppose, is an art and a lifestyle. Some people can do it, some people can't. Those that think they can and try when they're not ready... well... they tend to end up in the guard's patty-paws real fast. Naturally I wouldn't let that happen, but at the same time I don't want you feeling guilty. I need to show you some things first love, before we get into anything."
He spooned the stew in his mouth, a quiet moan of appreciation his compliment to the chef as he eagerly dug in.
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Fyra waited a few moments to let her cheeks cool a little before taking her own bite of food, listening to Kaleb's smooth voice as he explained why she wasn't able to just jump into thieving with him. Her eyes raised to look at him as he finished. She watched him as she ate slowly, thinking over the words and what he was trying to say. Not that I'm incompetent, but rather...inexperienced. Not like that's untrue. I certainly don't want to get caught by the guards... I never did get registered... I don't want them to label me...
Her spoon transferred food between her bowl and her mouth automatically as her thoughts tried to make sense of the last year. Had she ever really stolen much? Not really. An apple here, a bit of bread there. People didn't look down at their feet when they were at the market stalls. She couldn't lift things the way that Kaleb did, but she was relatively alright at remaining unnoticed. That's what happens when you're so small, I guess. I'm surprised Kaleb even noticed me the night he found me. She sighed slightly, feeling frustrated. He made her want to have exciting things happen, even if they terrified her.
And that wasn't even counting the exciting things that didn't make her want to shapeshift in fear, but rather made her shiver in excitement and terrify her because they were so very improper. She looked up to catch a glimpse of his green eyes as he ate. I never did understand what those other girls were talking about when they wanted to 'melt' into someone's arms... now though... She smiled a little, looking down at her food an eating with a bit more energy.
Her spoon transferred food between her bowl and her mouth automatically as her thoughts tried to make sense of the last year. Had she ever really stolen much? Not really. An apple here, a bit of bread there. People didn't look down at their feet when they were at the market stalls. She couldn't lift things the way that Kaleb did, but she was relatively alright at remaining unnoticed. That's what happens when you're so small, I guess. I'm surprised Kaleb even noticed me the night he found me. She sighed slightly, feeling frustrated. He made her want to have exciting things happen, even if they terrified her.
And that wasn't even counting the exciting things that didn't make her want to shapeshift in fear, but rather made her shiver in excitement and terrify her because they were so very improper. She looked up to catch a glimpse of his green eyes as he ate. I never did understand what those other girls were talking about when they wanted to 'melt' into someone's arms... now though... She smiled a little, looking down at her food an eating with a bit more energy.
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He watched her contemplate his words, frowning a little and eating slowly. She wasn't getting mad, which means she understood, thank the Changers. He was polishing off his bowl with some bread when she looked up at him with what he could've sworn to be 'come hither' eyes. He swallowed dryly. She really couldn't have meant to make those eyes. She looked down, seemingly coyly, and ate with more relish. Must've been a passing thought, Kaleb reasoned with himself as he did his best to calm himself down.
"I think," Kaleb purred, leaning back and stretching, "that if you really want to give the thieving bit a go, you're going to have to learn how to pick-pocket. So, once my clothes are dry, we'll start some training."
"I think," Kaleb purred, leaning back and stretching, "that if you really want to give the thieving bit a go, you're going to have to learn how to pick-pocket. So, once my clothes are dry, we'll start some training."
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Her eyes lifted again as he spoke, and raked over his chest as he stretched, unable to stop herself. But with the lean muscle that he possessed rippling under his skin, one could hardly blame her. She almost missed what he said completely, her eyes resting on how the muscle came across the side, over his ribs. But as it registered, her lips parted in a slight amount of shock. He was going to teach her. Just like that?
Somehow she had thought it would be a bit more difficult to convince him. He had seemed so adamant about not going against her morals before... But he also knows that morals can change... She blushed at that thought and ducked her head a little. Not that moral... Well, perhaps...so long as she wasn't selling her body to pay for things. There was nothing wrong with wanting something and taking it, right? Fyra forced her mind back to the topic of thieving. "Alright then..." She managed to mumble, shoving food into her mouth. She would be out of food to use as her way of hiding soon, but it would work while it worked. "Gives me time to clean the kitchen anyways." She swallowed the food before she spoke this time, trying to keep her gaze away from Kaleb.
Somehow she had thought it would be a bit more difficult to convince him. He had seemed so adamant about not going against her morals before... But he also knows that morals can change... She blushed at that thought and ducked her head a little. Not that moral... Well, perhaps...so long as she wasn't selling her body to pay for things. There was nothing wrong with wanting something and taking it, right? Fyra forced her mind back to the topic of thieving. "Alright then..." She managed to mumble, shoving food into her mouth. She would be out of food to use as her way of hiding soon, but it would work while it worked. "Gives me time to clean the kitchen anyways." She swallowed the food before she spoke this time, trying to keep her gaze away from Kaleb.
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She'd raked his body with her gaze again! Inwardly Kaleb was wrangling himself back into nice-boy mode as his usual self wanted to slyly sneak her into bed and have his way with her. He wanted to tempt, seduce, tease and pleasure. He wouldn't of course, as thieving was just one standard of the morals Kaleb was going to have to knock from her compass.
Groaning in appreciation as joints in his back popped, Kaleb listened to Fyra, an easy grin flitting across his face. "As you like love. But like I said, we need to wait for my clothes to dry anyways. I think you might have a couple issues trying to pick-pocket a naked man... unless you only have a mind to grab something else." And with that he stood, clothed crotch within easy reach for a moment, before moving away, whistling a tune as he set the dishes in the wash bin.
He returned to his seat to watch her, reclining in his chair, arms folding on his belly, eyes filled with a soft humor. "You know," Kaleb murmured at a point when he'd caught her stealing a glance yet again, "you can look love. I don't mind if you stare." He chuckled. "I doubt you've seen too many men in my... state of dress, before." Kaleb's eyes were twinkling with mischief as he mentioned this, though he was fighting a smile for her benefit. He didn't want her any more uncomfortable with the situation than she may already be. Vaguely Kaleb wondered if she was actually happy, if she was just here out of necessity. The thought made him pause, looking to the ceiling as he thought.
Groaning in appreciation as joints in his back popped, Kaleb listened to Fyra, an easy grin flitting across his face. "As you like love. But like I said, we need to wait for my clothes to dry anyways. I think you might have a couple issues trying to pick-pocket a naked man... unless you only have a mind to grab something else." And with that he stood, clothed crotch within easy reach for a moment, before moving away, whistling a tune as he set the dishes in the wash bin.
He returned to his seat to watch her, reclining in his chair, arms folding on his belly, eyes filled with a soft humor. "You know," Kaleb murmured at a point when he'd caught her stealing a glance yet again, "you can look love. I don't mind if you stare." He chuckled. "I doubt you've seen too many men in my... state of dress, before." Kaleb's eyes were twinkling with mischief as he mentioned this, though he was fighting a smile for her benefit. He didn't want her any more uncomfortable with the situation than she may already be. Vaguely Kaleb wondered if she was actually happy, if she was just here out of necessity. The thought made him pause, looking to the ceiling as he thought.
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Heat flared into her cheeks as he stood. That was not what she was trying to grab for! She ducked her head, letting her hair curtain around her face as she attempted to spoon another mouthful past her lips after his comment. He didn't stay way long, and her cheeks were still lightly flushed pink when he returned, relaxed and easy. Fyra tried to focus on just her food, swiping her blond hair from her face in an attempt to keep it from her food, despite that this placed her face more visible to the man who had a habit of continually making her blush.
For all her attempts to keep her focus on her food alone, she couldn't keep herself from glancing at him from under her lashes. The young woman wasn't surprised when he caught her at it. She focused on her food as he spoke though, coming down to the last of the broth in her bowl. It's not your state of dress so much as the fact that it's you. She stood up with her bowl, blinking at him for a moment. She had seen other men in almost less than he was wearing, or at least, shirtless. It was hard to avoid when you were on the streets. Not everybody had enough clothing to cover themselves. But, having been given permission, Fyra didn't stop herself from looking over his mostly bare body, even as her face flushed a little brighter. Excitement stirred within her as she felt the urge to simply go straddle his lap, as she had been earlier, on the couch.
Dark eyes sparking, she swallowed, a bit of boldness rising in her as she stood. "It's not so much the state of undress, so much as the person who's in the state." Her voice was all but inaudible as she stepped over to him. He was tilting his head a little, looking up at the ceiling for the moment. It was just as well. She grabbed a hold of the boldness she had gathered and leaned to kiss him softly, her lips a bare butterfly's brush over his.
For all her attempts to keep her focus on her food alone, she couldn't keep herself from glancing at him from under her lashes. The young woman wasn't surprised when he caught her at it. She focused on her food as he spoke though, coming down to the last of the broth in her bowl. It's not your state of dress so much as the fact that it's you. She stood up with her bowl, blinking at him for a moment. She had seen other men in almost less than he was wearing, or at least, shirtless. It was hard to avoid when you were on the streets. Not everybody had enough clothing to cover themselves. But, having been given permission, Fyra didn't stop herself from looking over his mostly bare body, even as her face flushed a little brighter. Excitement stirred within her as she felt the urge to simply go straddle his lap, as she had been earlier, on the couch.
Dark eyes sparking, she swallowed, a bit of boldness rising in her as she stood. "It's not so much the state of undress, so much as the person who's in the state." Her voice was all but inaudible as she stepped over to him. He was tilting his head a little, looking up at the ceiling for the moment. It was just as well. She grabbed a hold of the boldness she had gathered and leaned to kiss him softly, her lips a bare butterfly's brush over his.
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He'd only barely heard her, and it took more than he'd care to admit to not just drag her onto his lap and kiss her until she forgot her name. Slowly, slowly, let her set the pace. It was like a chant in his head as he slowly kissed her back, hands barely touching her, but the gentle pull was still there. He did his best to let her know he wanted this, but wouldn't push.
Her hands tentatively came to rest on his shoulders, helping her balance a bit as she kissed him. His hands on her didn't help, pulling her with just enough pressure to urge her closer but not enough to actually pull her into him. She sighed softly, breaking away from the kiss for a moment as she debated just how bold she was feeling. Enough to climb onto his lap? Fyra looked at him, one hand shifting to slide up in neck a little. Excitement was pooling through her, but it was his emerald green eyes that threw in the last bit that she needed, urging her closer to him. Hesitation showed, but she forced herself into action, pushing past the fear that made her knees weak. She swung one leg out, settling herself onto his thighs, closer to his knees than his torso, and leaning forward to kiss him once more, her movements still hesitant, showing that she was trying to find her own boundaries.
He shuddered, his hands gripping her harder in reflex before he forced himself to relax, though in the process he forgot to concentrate on keeping his hands on safe-zones. One slid up and into her hair, playing with the locks, one on her lower back, headed for her ass before he'd managed to catch it. Slowly... slowly... let her set the pace... but Changers it was hard... Guess I should be grateful she's not fully on my lap... Wouldn't that scare her. The idea made him grin into her kiss. Yup, he'd get one hell of a reaction...
Her movements mimicked his slightly, one of her hands sliding up to play among the strands of his hair, fingers tangling and untangling without thought. Her eyes closed, she felt herself getting lost in the sensation, the give and take of kissing somebody, and slowly, the heat in her cheeks died, to be replaced with heat in her gut, butterflies fluttering madly in her stomach as she held herself back from throwing herself at Kaleb. I really should stop and clean up the dishes... But she wasn't sure if she wanted too... After all, he was already only wearing a towel... The thought made her jerk herself from the hazy, pleasure-filled thoughts that she had been headed towards, pulling away from his addictive lips with deep breathes , and starting to push away. "...should clean the dishes before time flies too fast..." She couldn't quite meet his gaze, afraid it would shake her already wavering resolve.
He bit back a moan of disappointment, hands clenching again before he forced them to relax. He didn't, however, catch the snort and his off the cuff retort: "The dishes can easily wait for a bit love, they're not going anywhere." He wanted so damn badly to just pull her on him and kiss her senseless, maybe show her another level of 'being improper' and make her just throw caution into the wind... but again... Slowly, slowly, let her lead... Changers damn it all, she's going to make me lose my mind at this rate!
Having made it to her feet without him stopping her, Fyra felt a small smile come to her lips at his comment. She stepped away, out of arms reach, before she managed to actually gather her courage once again to send her own reply back at him. Dark eyes ran up his body, and her voice had the slightest edge of the sassy girl she had been before being shoved into the streets. "Yes, well, I don't believe you're going to leave the house without your clothes on, so you're not going anywhere either."
Something in him, that he'd felt fraying, snapped. She was turning away, moving away, when he was up and behind her, grabbing her and spinning her around before searing her mouth with his; his hand in her hair, pushing her up against his mouth, the other pinning her to him.
It wasn't enough.
He moved them, spinning her slightly until her back met the wall, his hand cushioning any bump to her head that may have happened. He pressed against her, his hand grabbing her thigh and lifting it to his waist, allowing him closer, his mouth ravaging hers.
She hadn't thought of what affect her comment might've had on him. Shock ran through her as he spun her around easily, having moved from the chair almost soundlessly, and as he pinned her against his lean body, she felt first her knees quiver,and then her legs just felt floppy. Her hands found his arms, clutching his biceps to hold herself up even as he spun her around and trapped her against the wall. Coherent thought disappeared, any notion of cleaning with it, and she found herself winding her arms around Kaleb's neck in an attempt to keep herself from simply sliding to the ground in a pool. After the initial moments of shock, she found herself kissing him back, reacting without the thought that had kept her so well within her moral boundaries before.
She was getting better at this, Kaleb noted somewhere in the back of his mind, as he showed her how to kick it up a notch. He angled his head, let her get used to that for a second, before biting her lip and sliding his tongue over hers as she gasped. He couldn't stop the small groan at her taste, couldn't stop from sliding his tongue over hers again, teaching and coaxing her on how to kiss in this much more erotic and intimate way.
The fleeting thought appeared that it was a good thing he had pressed her against the wall, since he had stolen her right leg and left her only the left to stand on. As his groan vibrated from his chest straight to hers, tongue gliding over hers in that strange-but-erotic way, she let out a small sigh, swiftly picking up on the basics of how this was done. Part of her mind stepped back and analyzed. It was strange, and intimate, almost too intimate, almost invasive, but it was also somehow sending spikes of pleasure through her.
Finding her left leg steady enough to stand on, braced against the wall, her hands unwound from their death grip around Kaleb's neck, sliding down his chest and then onto his sides, running firmly over the rippling muscle that had so entranced her earlier. Her fingers curled a little as she pulled him even closer before running her hands around his waist, the smooth skin of his back feeling slightly different to her touch.
Small hands found his sides and then back, caressing and leaving mini-fires in their wake. Kaleb shuddered, his hips moving forward involuntarily before he drew back, panting, for but a moment before he spotted that lovely neck of hers. Instinct drove him to it, kissing at first, though it didn't take long for his teeth and tongue to get into the mix as he worked his way up to her ear, nibbling the lobe.
He licked the shell of her ear again before licking his way down slightly, firmly biting where her neck met her shoulder, though not hard enough to cause pain. A kiss soothed any pain there may have been before he began to suckle, intent on driving her mad.
A groan left her as he drew back, disappointment flaring as she listened to him pant, her own breath quick and her heart racing. As he dipped down, lips caressing their way over her neck, let her head tilt to give him better access, feeling heat pool in her belly as her muscles continued to grow weak. She tried to hold it in at first, but her lips parted, letting out not a moan, but rather, what sounded more like a whimper. She shuddered under his attention to her ear, and gasped sharply as he bit the base of her neck, her hands, which had continued their way up his back, flexing as she drew them down. Dull nails scored across Kaleb's back, a low moan ripping from her. Dark eyes were glazed over,desire swirling around them and chasing any sort of thought away.
Pain laced up his back from her nails, and it only served to fuel him on, the noises she made sliced away at his self-control. He groaned against her neck, his arousal pressing against her stomach. You should stop, a voice hissed at him, she might regret this. Kaleb nipped the red spot that was blooming on her neck, listening to her. She's not complaining. Was Kaleb's retort to his logic as he tossed it out the window, along with most of his caution. Restraint was still there, as he wasn't taking her where she stood, but barely. He brought a hand up between them, running it up her belly and pausing just beneath her breast, asking for permission even as he licked at her ear.
His hand forced their bodies to separate just the slightest, which made Fyra sigh in a bit of disappointment, even as her mind slowly worked through the lust-filled daze he had put her in. You're not selling your body, so it's not the same thing. Came the first thought, swept away by the fire that spread from his hand and out, over her torso. But it's still... But he's.. Inwardly, she protested. Her hands were on his bare skin. She liked her hands being on his bare skin. Curiosity spiked as to what his hands on her bare skin would be like.
He already was leaving her breathless, her small chest moving, but she still felt like she might very well fall over if he weren't holding her up. Her mind was beginning to realize things that were happening. Fear ran through her, chased quickly by a happy dose of excitement, and he was waiting for something from her. Her mind searched through the fog, and she moved without thinking, her arm bumping his and shoving his hand up just the slightest.
The gentle shove was permission enough for Kaleb's lust-filled mind as he very quickly took advantage of her permission. His lips met hers again, tongue sliding between her lips to play even as his hand expertly molded her breast. His hand that supported her thigh shifted, hooking her knee over his arm to leave his hand free to grab her ass and pull her closer still as he moaned.
His control was steadily leaving him, but he gripped what he had left with both hands. The only rational thought he had left was to ask for permission for major moves. Her name rumbled through his chest as he groaned, pained. He didn't know the line between picking up a lass and fucking her brains out. Vaguely he remembered a mate talking about "heavy petting" but he couldn't remember the rules or where he was to stop. For now, he guessed as he worked to make the shifter before him forget which way was up, he'd just let her lead and be careful to respect her limits.
Fleetingly, she found herself thankful that she was flexible, and that her time on the streets had only increased that, as his arm slid under her leg, lifting her higher until it was just her toes on the ground. Fire fled along her nerves, from her lips to her chest to her belly, where everything coiled in this delicious heat. Her lips were mated to his once more, and there wasn't a thought in her except wondering how to get in touch with more of his skin. Her hands trailed over his chest and stomach.
It was her name rumbling from him that caught her attention. It sounded half as though he was in pain. Reluctantly,she broke the kiss, mostly because she felt as though it might be smart to breath, right about now. One small hand hooked over the muscle between his neck and shoulder, holding herself up. Her head leaned forward as she tried to catch her breath, forehead coming against his bare chest. She couldn't get enough of his scent.
He was shaking, slightly, as he fought to reign himself in. "You've gotta tell me when to stop, love." His voice was dark, smokey and a little strained. "Otherwise I'm just going to keep moving forward. I don't mind nudging, but I won't push." Changers damn it, why couldn't he just say fuck it and take her? Her cool little hand burned where it rested. Right... because he cared.
Her breath kissed his chest, her body pressed to his and her scent overwhelmed him. He buried his nose in her hair and breathed deeply, shuddering. Control, patience, let her lead...
She panted in his scent, her mind foggy. His voice rumbled through her, making her shiver. What he could do with his voice alone... She tried to decipher his words. Something about telling him to stop, something else about continuing forward. She shuddered in his arms as he shivered against her. Vaguely, she felt a part of her protesting, insisting that she should be married. A newer, slightly more tough side of her shoved it back. She was on the streets now, and that didn't leave room for her to wait for marriage. And neither of your is using your body as coinage, so don't even go that excuse of a route! She took a deeper breath, feeling him pressed against her. All of him. That gave her pause for a moment, her senses battling her impulsive curiosity. Oh sod it all! She wanted to forget this inner turmoil. Her lips pressed against his chest, and a few moments later, her teeth scraped across his skin, catching a bit of it for a moment before she twisted, to whisper in his ear
"One thing, Kaleb." She panted slightly still. "I refuse for my first time to be anywhere but a Changers-be-damned bed, so you better carry me up those blasted stairs, since it's your fault I feel like I can't walk."
She was thinking, was the first thing that really registered in his mind before she kissed his chest. He was just moving to disentangle himself from her when she bloody well bit him, sending a jolt of pleasure strait down to his loins. When she whispered in his ear, all caution was tossed to the wind, and with a hearty moan of approval, the thief scooped up his shifter and kissed her passionately as he managed to climb the stairs. He managed to get through the door and set his little polecat on the bed, happily ready to show her that her choice, was most certainly the correct one.
He'd only barely heard her, and it took more than he'd care to admit to not just drag her onto his lap and kiss her until she forgot her name. Slowly, slowly, let her set the pace. It was like a chant in his head as he slowly kissed her back, hands barely touching her, but the gentle pull was still there. He did his best to let her know he wanted this, but wouldn't push.
Her hands tentatively came to rest on his shoulders, helping her balance a bit as she kissed him. His hands on her didn't help, pulling her with just enough pressure to urge her closer but not enough to actually pull her into him. She sighed softly, breaking away from the kiss for a moment as she debated just how bold she was feeling. Enough to climb onto his lap? Fyra looked at him, one hand shifting to slide up in neck a little. Excitement was pooling through her, but it was his emerald green eyes that threw in the last bit that she needed, urging her closer to him. Hesitation showed, but she forced herself into action, pushing past the fear that made her knees weak. She swung one leg out, settling herself onto his thighs, closer to his knees than his torso, and leaning forward to kiss him once more, her movements still hesitant, showing that she was trying to find her own boundaries.
He shuddered, his hands gripping her harder in reflex before he forced himself to relax, though in the process he forgot to concentrate on keeping his hands on safe-zones. One slid up and into her hair, playing with the locks, one on her lower back, headed for her ass before he'd managed to catch it. Slowly... slowly... let her set the pace... but Changers it was hard... Guess I should be grateful she's not fully on my lap... Wouldn't that scare her. The idea made him grin into her kiss. Yup, he'd get one hell of a reaction...
Her movements mimicked his slightly, one of her hands sliding up to play among the strands of his hair, fingers tangling and untangling without thought. Her eyes closed, she felt herself getting lost in the sensation, the give and take of kissing somebody, and slowly, the heat in her cheeks died, to be replaced with heat in her gut, butterflies fluttering madly in her stomach as she held herself back from throwing herself at Kaleb. I really should stop and clean up the dishes... But she wasn't sure if she wanted too... After all, he was already only wearing a towel... The thought made her jerk herself from the hazy, pleasure-filled thoughts that she had been headed towards, pulling away from his addictive lips with deep breathes , and starting to push away. "...should clean the dishes before time flies too fast..." She couldn't quite meet his gaze, afraid it would shake her already wavering resolve.
He bit back a moan of disappointment, hands clenching again before he forced them to relax. He didn't, however, catch the snort and his off the cuff retort: "The dishes can easily wait for a bit love, they're not going anywhere." He wanted so damn badly to just pull her on him and kiss her senseless, maybe show her another level of 'being improper' and make her just throw caution into the wind... but again... Slowly, slowly, let her lead... Changers damn it all, she's going to make me lose my mind at this rate!
Having made it to her feet without him stopping her, Fyra felt a small smile come to her lips at his comment. She stepped away, out of arms reach, before she managed to actually gather her courage once again to send her own reply back at him. Dark eyes ran up his body, and her voice had the slightest edge of the sassy girl she had been before being shoved into the streets. "Yes, well, I don't believe you're going to leave the house without your clothes on, so you're not going anywhere either."
Something in him, that he'd felt fraying, snapped. She was turning away, moving away, when he was up and behind her, grabbing her and spinning her around before searing her mouth with his; his hand in her hair, pushing her up against his mouth, the other pinning her to him.
It wasn't enough.
He moved them, spinning her slightly until her back met the wall, his hand cushioning any bump to her head that may have happened. He pressed against her, his hand grabbing her thigh and lifting it to his waist, allowing him closer, his mouth ravaging hers.
She hadn't thought of what affect her comment might've had on him. Shock ran through her as he spun her around easily, having moved from the chair almost soundlessly, and as he pinned her against his lean body, she felt first her knees quiver,and then her legs just felt floppy. Her hands found his arms, clutching his biceps to hold herself up even as he spun her around and trapped her against the wall. Coherent thought disappeared, any notion of cleaning with it, and she found herself winding her arms around Kaleb's neck in an attempt to keep herself from simply sliding to the ground in a pool. After the initial moments of shock, she found herself kissing him back, reacting without the thought that had kept her so well within her moral boundaries before.
She was getting better at this, Kaleb noted somewhere in the back of his mind, as he showed her how to kick it up a notch. He angled his head, let her get used to that for a second, before biting her lip and sliding his tongue over hers as she gasped. He couldn't stop the small groan at her taste, couldn't stop from sliding his tongue over hers again, teaching and coaxing her on how to kiss in this much more erotic and intimate way.
The fleeting thought appeared that it was a good thing he had pressed her against the wall, since he had stolen her right leg and left her only the left to stand on. As his groan vibrated from his chest straight to hers, tongue gliding over hers in that strange-but-erotic way, she let out a small sigh, swiftly picking up on the basics of how this was done. Part of her mind stepped back and analyzed. It was strange, and intimate, almost too intimate, almost invasive, but it was also somehow sending spikes of pleasure through her.
Finding her left leg steady enough to stand on, braced against the wall, her hands unwound from their death grip around Kaleb's neck, sliding down his chest and then onto his sides, running firmly over the rippling muscle that had so entranced her earlier. Her fingers curled a little as she pulled him even closer before running her hands around his waist, the smooth skin of his back feeling slightly different to her touch.
Small hands found his sides and then back, caressing and leaving mini-fires in their wake. Kaleb shuddered, his hips moving forward involuntarily before he drew back, panting, for but a moment before he spotted that lovely neck of hers. Instinct drove him to it, kissing at first, though it didn't take long for his teeth and tongue to get into the mix as he worked his way up to her ear, nibbling the lobe.
He licked the shell of her ear again before licking his way down slightly, firmly biting where her neck met her shoulder, though not hard enough to cause pain. A kiss soothed any pain there may have been before he began to suckle, intent on driving her mad.
A groan left her as he drew back, disappointment flaring as she listened to him pant, her own breath quick and her heart racing. As he dipped down, lips caressing their way over her neck, let her head tilt to give him better access, feeling heat pool in her belly as her muscles continued to grow weak. She tried to hold it in at first, but her lips parted, letting out not a moan, but rather, what sounded more like a whimper. She shuddered under his attention to her ear, and gasped sharply as he bit the base of her neck, her hands, which had continued their way up his back, flexing as she drew them down. Dull nails scored across Kaleb's back, a low moan ripping from her. Dark eyes were glazed over,desire swirling around them and chasing any sort of thought away.
Pain laced up his back from her nails, and it only served to fuel him on, the noises she made sliced away at his self-control. He groaned against her neck, his arousal pressing against her stomach. You should stop, a voice hissed at him, she might regret this. Kaleb nipped the red spot that was blooming on her neck, listening to her. She's not complaining. Was Kaleb's retort to his logic as he tossed it out the window, along with most of his caution. Restraint was still there, as he wasn't taking her where she stood, but barely. He brought a hand up between them, running it up her belly and pausing just beneath her breast, asking for permission even as he licked at her ear.
His hand forced their bodies to separate just the slightest, which made Fyra sigh in a bit of disappointment, even as her mind slowly worked through the lust-filled daze he had put her in. You're not selling your body, so it's not the same thing. Came the first thought, swept away by the fire that spread from his hand and out, over her torso. But it's still... But he's.. Inwardly, she protested. Her hands were on his bare skin. She liked her hands being on his bare skin. Curiosity spiked as to what his hands on her bare skin would be like.
He already was leaving her breathless, her small chest moving, but she still felt like she might very well fall over if he weren't holding her up. Her mind was beginning to realize things that were happening. Fear ran through her, chased quickly by a happy dose of excitement, and he was waiting for something from her. Her mind searched through the fog, and she moved without thinking, her arm bumping his and shoving his hand up just the slightest.
The gentle shove was permission enough for Kaleb's lust-filled mind as he very quickly took advantage of her permission. His lips met hers again, tongue sliding between her lips to play even as his hand expertly molded her breast. His hand that supported her thigh shifted, hooking her knee over his arm to leave his hand free to grab her ass and pull her closer still as he moaned.
His control was steadily leaving him, but he gripped what he had left with both hands. The only rational thought he had left was to ask for permission for major moves. Her name rumbled through his chest as he groaned, pained. He didn't know the line between picking up a lass and fucking her brains out. Vaguely he remembered a mate talking about "heavy petting" but he couldn't remember the rules or where he was to stop. For now, he guessed as he worked to make the shifter before him forget which way was up, he'd just let her lead and be careful to respect her limits.
Fleetingly, she found herself thankful that she was flexible, and that her time on the streets had only increased that, as his arm slid under her leg, lifting her higher until it was just her toes on the ground. Fire fled along her nerves, from her lips to her chest to her belly, where everything coiled in this delicious heat. Her lips were mated to his once more, and there wasn't a thought in her except wondering how to get in touch with more of his skin. Her hands trailed over his chest and stomach.
It was her name rumbling from him that caught her attention. It sounded half as though he was in pain. Reluctantly,she broke the kiss, mostly because she felt as though it might be smart to breath, right about now. One small hand hooked over the muscle between his neck and shoulder, holding herself up. Her head leaned forward as she tried to catch her breath, forehead coming against his bare chest. She couldn't get enough of his scent.
He was shaking, slightly, as he fought to reign himself in. "You've gotta tell me when to stop, love." His voice was dark, smokey and a little strained. "Otherwise I'm just going to keep moving forward. I don't mind nudging, but I won't push." Changers damn it, why couldn't he just say fuck it and take her? Her cool little hand burned where it rested. Right... because he cared.
Her breath kissed his chest, her body pressed to his and her scent overwhelmed him. He buried his nose in her hair and breathed deeply, shuddering. Control, patience, let her lead...
She panted in his scent, her mind foggy. His voice rumbled through her, making her shiver. What he could do with his voice alone... She tried to decipher his words. Something about telling him to stop, something else about continuing forward. She shuddered in his arms as he shivered against her. Vaguely, she felt a part of her protesting, insisting that she should be married. A newer, slightly more tough side of her shoved it back. She was on the streets now, and that didn't leave room for her to wait for marriage. And neither of your is using your body as coinage, so don't even go that excuse of a route! She took a deeper breath, feeling him pressed against her. All of him. That gave her pause for a moment, her senses battling her impulsive curiosity. Oh sod it all! She wanted to forget this inner turmoil. Her lips pressed against his chest, and a few moments later, her teeth scraped across his skin, catching a bit of it for a moment before she twisted, to whisper in his ear
"One thing, Kaleb." She panted slightly still. "I refuse for my first time to be anywhere but a Changers-be-damned bed, so you better carry me up those blasted stairs, since it's your fault I feel like I can't walk."
She was thinking, was the first thing that really registered in his mind before she kissed his chest. He was just moving to disentangle himself from her when she bloody well bit him, sending a jolt of pleasure strait down to his loins. When she whispered in his ear, all caution was tossed to the wind, and with a hearty moan of approval, the thief scooped up his shifter and kissed her passionately as he managed to climb the stairs. He managed to get through the door and set his little polecat on the bed, happily ready to show her that her choice, was most certainly the correct one.
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A beam of light fell across her face, disturbing her pleasant darkness. And it was cold, somewhat. That was the problem with the streets. Always unevenly warm and cold. Her left shoulder and arm were chilled, but her fright side, her back, and her legs were warm. At least I found something soft to sleep on for once. There was a band of heat over her side and stomach as well. Maybe she was out in the fields just outside the city. Sometimes those were quite comfortable. Shifting slightly, she curled closer to the mass of leaves and grass that she had gathered to help keep her warm, wishing that she could fall back asleep and return to the dream she'd been having. It was nice. And he was nice, if a little...roguish... It felt like I might even have been able to get off the streets if I had stuck with him... Confusion came though, interrupting her. It didn't feel like she was laying on leaves and grass.
Her fingers tapped slowly, hand coming down to rest on the warmth that was over her stomach. That was definitely not a random bunch of leaves. Her fingers brushed over skin? Fyra opened her eyes, blinking them in the light that was daytime, well past dawn and shining on her through a window. Her body stiffened and she turned to look over her shoulder, searching for anything that would tell her that the last night had been a dream, as the proper girl in her wanted to believe.
She found a shock of black hair and a lean body behind her. Theogios! I... with him... her thoughts turned into a jumbled mess as observations slammed through her. They were both nude, and her muscles felt weak slightly. Her lips twitched upward as she looked at him, even as horror rose in her at what the fact that she was in her dreamed up house meant. None of it was a dream. Dark eyes wide underneath tousled blond hair, Fyra shot up, her automatic instinct of running the strongest urge in her body at the moment. She didn't make it even off of the bed though, her legs tangled in blankets, and his arm around her. Her wordless sound of frustration as good as a curse as she tried to get out of the bed and somewhere else. Anywhere else... Theogios... what would Mama say?
Her fingers tapped slowly, hand coming down to rest on the warmth that was over her stomach. That was definitely not a random bunch of leaves. Her fingers brushed over skin? Fyra opened her eyes, blinking them in the light that was daytime, well past dawn and shining on her through a window. Her body stiffened and she turned to look over her shoulder, searching for anything that would tell her that the last night had been a dream, as the proper girl in her wanted to believe.
She found a shock of black hair and a lean body behind her. Theogios! I... with him... her thoughts turned into a jumbled mess as observations slammed through her. They were both nude, and her muscles felt weak slightly. Her lips twitched upward as she looked at him, even as horror rose in her at what the fact that she was in her dreamed up house meant. None of it was a dream. Dark eyes wide underneath tousled blond hair, Fyra shot up, her automatic instinct of running the strongest urge in her body at the moment. She didn't make it even off of the bed though, her legs tangled in blankets, and his arm around her. Her wordless sound of frustration as good as a curse as she tried to get out of the bed and somewhere else. Anywhere else... Theogios... what would Mama say?
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Re: Never Trust Appearances
Kaleb had known, as he'd watched her fall into an exhausted sleep last night, that she'd likely freak. It was, as he quickly came to learn, her first response to most things that frighten her. So when she showed the first signs of waking, Kaleb had woken with her in an instant. Silently he held her in place until he knew she was wide awake before pulling her close to him and holding her.
"Now where do you think you're going love? Hmm?" He kissed her temple soothingly. "Relax, take a deep breath, let yourself wake up." Kaleb murmured, his voice tired. Okay so maybe he hadn't slept, but he wasn't about to admit that he was terrified of her taking off.
He would, of course, allow her to leave if she asked to. He would let her go. But for now, he held her close and stroked 'safe zones' trying to soothe away her tension.
"Now where do you think you're going love? Hmm?" He kissed her temple soothingly. "Relax, take a deep breath, let yourself wake up." Kaleb murmured, his voice tired. Okay so maybe he hadn't slept, but he wasn't about to admit that he was terrified of her taking off.
He would, of course, allow her to leave if she asked to. He would let her go. But for now, he held her close and stroked 'safe zones' trying to soothe away her tension.
Re: Never Trust Appearances
The tightening of his arm around her and his voice made her squeak and struggle for a moment, but she ceased as he tugged her flush against his body. Both of his arms around her was too much for her to struggle away from. However, even as his tenor voice soothed part of her, but the other part still wanted to run wildly away. Unable to run, her fear spiked slightly and she felt her skin start to itch. That jolted her to her senses a little, her breath evening out as she calmed herself and reined in her control over her shifting. It was only barely in control as it was.
Slowly, so that she didn't make him just tighten his grip on her to prevent her from fleeing, Fyra turned, rolling onto her stomach so that her side was against him. Her arms lifted her onto her elbows, and she peered at Kaleb from behind the strands of black in her hair. She swallowed as she let the memories of the night before flash through her. You all but threw yourself at him... Theogios, Safyra! Shame on you! And of course he wouldn't refuse you! No better than all of those poor girls out there trying to be taken care of by being with a man... She let her head sag down to rest in her hands. Her voice was muffled. "Was last night a dream, or are those memories real?" She shivered slightly, both dreading and hoping that they were real.
Slowly, so that she didn't make him just tighten his grip on her to prevent her from fleeing, Fyra turned, rolling onto her stomach so that her side was against him. Her arms lifted her onto her elbows, and she peered at Kaleb from behind the strands of black in her hair. She swallowed as she let the memories of the night before flash through her. You all but threw yourself at him... Theogios, Safyra! Shame on you! And of course he wouldn't refuse you! No better than all of those poor girls out there trying to be taken care of by being with a man... She let her head sag down to rest in her hands. Her voice was muffled. "Was last night a dream, or are those memories real?" She shivered slightly, both dreading and hoping that they were real.
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Re: Never Trust Appearances
Was that shame he saw in her eyes? Hurt pierced his heart, but despite that he smiled. "Everything actually happened, aye love." He cleared his suddenly constricted throat. "Hope that's not a bad thing. I thought you'd had a good time... certainly made enough noise to make me think so." He winked, grinning, though it lacked his usual mischief.
He rubbed her back soothingly, fighting back any negative emotion. Chances are this was just her fucking stupid parents doing. Proper... fuck proper, didn't he just show her that proper really wasn't the way to go? He took a couple calming breaths himself, trying not to get upset. If he got upset, she'd get upset, and if she was upset-er, she'd leave, and that'd kill him.
He rubbed her back soothingly, fighting back any negative emotion. Chances are this was just her fucking stupid parents doing. Proper... fuck proper, didn't he just show her that proper really wasn't the way to go? He took a couple calming breaths himself, trying not to get upset. If he got upset, she'd get upset, and if she was upset-er, she'd leave, and that'd kill him.
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She couldn't look at him. The grin transferred into his voice a little, and the look flashed through her mind. He would be winking, surely. Her muscles shook under his palm as his hand ran over her back. Curses! Mama would be so disappointed. You were supposed to go marry a proper boy, a boy like Derek... You'd be well set off when he took over his father's store, and have a handful of kids and.. and... The thought trailed off, lost as the memories of the night before came back to her again.
He had been patient with her and had let her explore, encouraging her when she became timid, guiding her when she had found the courage to be bold, chasing away her fears again and again with his heated kisses. The silence stretched between them as she reminded herself that she had sought out his kisses several times because it helped her cling to this new life that she was starting to build. He had never once pushed her when she was frozen.
It was several long moments before she swallowed, her shoulders starting to relax as she breathed. Fyra couldn't even start to think what was going through Kaleb's mind. Was he simply happy to have had a bed partner? No proper man would have you now... Shame and guilt rose in her. Mama would be so disappointed... She swallowed, holding back the tears that wanted to come calling at the thought of her mother's stern face and the way she would have tsked at such actions even being thought about.
Finding no comfort for herself within, she looked without, peering at Kaleb from behind her hair again. Insecurity rose in her. Had she even been good? She tossed the question aside and shivered slightly, leaning into the man beside her a little bit. He had stopped her from leaving. Would he have kept her there if he didn't care? He could be faking it.. She sighed, eyes showing the swirling turmoil of emotions within her, and then leaned her head down, pushing sideways into his chest. I... I don't think it's bad..." Her voice showed a bit of how unsure she was on that factor.
He had been patient with her and had let her explore, encouraging her when she became timid, guiding her when she had found the courage to be bold, chasing away her fears again and again with his heated kisses. The silence stretched between them as she reminded herself that she had sought out his kisses several times because it helped her cling to this new life that she was starting to build. He had never once pushed her when she was frozen.
It was several long moments before she swallowed, her shoulders starting to relax as she breathed. Fyra couldn't even start to think what was going through Kaleb's mind. Was he simply happy to have had a bed partner? No proper man would have you now... Shame and guilt rose in her. Mama would be so disappointed... She swallowed, holding back the tears that wanted to come calling at the thought of her mother's stern face and the way she would have tsked at such actions even being thought about.
Finding no comfort for herself within, she looked without, peering at Kaleb from behind her hair again. Insecurity rose in her. Had she even been good? She tossed the question aside and shivered slightly, leaning into the man beside her a little bit. He had stopped her from leaving. Would he have kept her there if he didn't care? He could be faking it.. She sighed, eyes showing the swirling turmoil of emotions within her, and then leaned her head down, pushing sideways into his chest. I... I don't think it's bad..." Her voice showed a bit of how unsure she was on that factor.