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Oberon Castle => OBERON CASTLE: Drink Today, Die Tomorrow => Domiciles => Topic started by: Kysis on December 17, 2007, 11:43:06 PM
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(Continued from \'Anonymous Musings (http://www.roleplaycity.com/forums/showthread.php?p=55734#post55734)\')
Oh, he actually pointed out his place, and it wasn\'t all that far from hers. Ryanna nodded, taking mental note of it as she continued onward. It was a little further from the dividing line between the Outer and Innerkeep. It was also one level, with two bedrooms, a small washing room, a main room and a kitchen, the outhouse out back. The house was a lot nicer than she ever thought she would get, so Ryanna was rather proud of it.
When she got to the door, she fumbled a moment, but found the keys, unlocking the door and throwing it open, allowing for Freddy to go in first. She kept the house clean, though there was not much in it to get dirty. There was a few wooden chairs and a low table near a small fireplace on the back wall, a rack of weapons on the wall that was by the kitchen, and various doors, one going outside, two going to bedrooms.
The first thing she did once inside was take off Freddy\'s cloak, hanging it on a peg by the door, and then take off her own cloak. "This is my house. Not much, but..." enough. Ryanna then went to poking the ash in the fireplace, putting some wood in there and starting the fire. It was the only fireplace in the house (other than the kitchen fire), so it had to be started up for warmth no matter what.
Soon a fire was going as their light and heat, Ryanna looking around to be sure nothing was out of place. Ok, good. Well.... Ryanna did not want to jump to getting that corset up straight away. Warm up her feet a little first? Ryanna took to standing near the fireplace, toeing off her shoes so her feet were on the stone there. Soon, the stone would be a little warmer and make her cold feet feel all better.
"Feel free to get comfortable. My feet are cold..."
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"Heh," he grunted dismissively when she declared her home wasn\'t much, "it\'s better than my squashed little place - more rooms, too," he observed from the hooks by the front door, where he was busily hanging his coat and placing the candle, flint and steel back in the black garment\'s pocket.
"Nice collection!" he exclaimed next, heading directly for the weapons she had on display by the kitchen. Her declaration that her feet were cold gave him pause though, and he turned to look at her over his shoulder, a look of concern on his face. "I could warm them for you?" he offered, and immediately wondered why he\'d said. He didn\'t retract the offer, though.
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Oh, really? Ryanna hadn’t realized Freddy would have a smaller house than her. That was… odd. He was a lieutenant in the Guard. Wouldn’t he make more than a weapon’s sales person? Perhaps not, and Ryanna decided not to bring it up. Lord Liari did pay well, and depending on how well sales went, he gave her pieces on top of the steep discount she already had. A few of the pieces (like the really nice short sword) were given to her by Lord Liari, while some of them (like her longsword, which was too big for her, and her mace) were given to her by her father. There was a spear from Greece in there too, which she bought herself the moment the shipment came in.
Ryanna beamed with pride when her collection was admired, wiggling her toes on the warming stones. His next part confused her. Warm her feet? How would he be able to do that? The whole notion was confusing, so she turned away from the fire, shuffling so her feet did not loose contact with the stones. They would warm faster that way. When she was all the way turned around, she waved a hand that signaled not to, she was fine, speaking up as well.
“Oh no, the fire works perfect. My boots are rather thin, so I do this a lot.”
The dress was the only uncomfortable part left on her, but Ryanna was stalling, and for what reason, she did not know why. Ryanna had been looking forward to it before, but now she was a bit jittery, the kiss on her forehead only increasing the flutters. There were two options when the time came: be modest, keep covered, and ask him to turn around while she changed, or to go ahead and let the corset fall once it was off. Oh my. Ryanna had never thought she would actually get into this situation.
“Just a few more moments and I’ll be ready to get this damn corset off.”
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"Right," Freddy said amiably, subtly clearing his throat as he turned swiftly back to admire her weapon rack, trying to be as calm as possible. Or at least act like he was calm. Really, he was beginning to think that it was a very bad idea for him to be in the house of a teenaged girl so late at night, as under the influence as he was, but he had promised, so he was bound to follow through now.
The good thing was, she wasn\'t as chirpy or silly as she normally was (which was what had made her company so pleasant up \'til now, really) and so he had a great deal more respect for her. He also thought she wasn\'t as flirty as she had been, which meant that they\'d both likely get out of this situation with their dignity intact, if he was at all correct at reading her body language.
Freddy realised he\'d been staring at her weapons and not seeing a damn one. "These are great," he said aloud, to make it seem like he\'d been examining them with interest. He couldn\'t really care less about weapons right then, but, as a lieutenant, it was what she\'d expect of him and it felt safest to play their expected roles just then. There was less confusion all round, that way.
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"Thank you. I don\'t really get to practice with them much, but I try squeezing it in as often as possible." Ryanna was still smiling over her weapons, deciding not to mention how they were mostly gifts. Feet finally warm enough, Ryanna grabbed the twig she had propped up next to the fireplace, poking the tip in to light it. She then lit the lamp that was on the table, putting out the flaming twig tip and propping it off to the side again. That twig was there specifically for that purpose, and she didn\'t feel like getting one any time soon, so she had to preserve it.
"I have no clue how noble women can wear these things. They are so tight." She wiggled as she said this, mind switching to getting the thing off. It was constricting, and probably bad for her health, so she really wanted it gone. Ryanna was still undecided on other things. If she went the modest route, would she ever be able to get Freddy near her again? If she went the other way, would they avoid one another after that? There were too many unknowns, but Ryanna had to make her decision quick.
"Can you come help me?"
Ryanna planned on being close to other clothing when the corset came off, no matter what, so she picked up the lantern and motioned for Freddy to follow. It was a room on the right, door close to the fireplace. Ryanna opened the door and went in, leaving the wooden passage cutter offer open. Her room was not all that big, with enough space for a good sized bed, a table, and a chair, walking room around each. There was also a wardrobe for most of her clothing, a chest next to it for the rest. Ryanna had an empty chest at the foot of her bed, for the suit of armor she planned on commissioning for herself when she had enough money.
Placing the lantern on the desk, she set to undoing the laces on the back of her dress, only having to undo the bow at the top and wiggle around a bit to get it loose. She let the dress slip down, catching on her bent elbows, keeping the top of the scooped neck at her waist. The lacing down the back was hanging open though, revealing her tight, extremely short cut undergarment. The corset was out though, with the laces. Ryanna stood by her bed, arms reaching back and squirming to see if she could get it herself. Nope. She couldn\'t even reach the top of the lacing, much less do anything with it.
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Freddy schooled his features into a pleasant mask and turned to follow ryanna obediently. He looked around the bedroom and gulped, trying to kindle the fatherly feelings he usually had towards her... to no avail. She\'d acted differently enough and shown him a sensible and attractive side of herself; he couldn\'t go back to seeing her as the annoying fourteen year old he\'d always assumed her to be.
Especially when he was looking at her back like that. Deciding he\'d best just get this over with, he stepped up behind her and peered down at the laces, trying to figure out which way they went. "I have to admit... I\'m no expert on ladies undergarments myself," he told her sheepishly, his voice still the reverant tone that she\'d heard him speak in in the tunnels. He was obviously feeling some sort of similar pressure here.
"Damn... these laces are tiny," he muttered as he started tugging at some. Unfortunately, he undid one of the bows so that the other end of the lace got caught in it, so it became a knot for him to untangle. "Ah shit," he swore and began fumbling with the mess he\'d made. "My fingers aren\'t the best with delicate things," he admitted, then laughed. The pressure of the situation was beginning to manifest itself in a giggle that bubbled up through his chest and was released quietly into the room. "Oh my, I\'m sorry," he told her, chuckling. "I\'m doing my best, really, I just.... ah! One knot down! Now I just need to not make any more," he laughed, feeling better now that he\'d got over that little speed bump.
In fact, once he\'d made that first mistake, he was leery of making it again, so he managed to get the rest of the corset unlaced in next to no time. "It\'s done!" he exclaimed proudly, straightening up from his bent over position - his nose had just about nudged her shoulder blade the whole time, so closely was he peering to the workings of the laces.
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No expert with lady\'s undergarments? Well, that was sad. At least he was getting a little more experience now. Ryanna had been afraid the tiny laces would be a problem for Freddy, considering his hands, but as he got working, that fear dissolved. He wasn\'t all that bad, once he put his mind to it. Ryanna tried standing as still as possible, all too conscious of how the corset was loosening, falling forward at the top as more of it came undone. To ignore it, she kept her gaze on the wall ahead. If she moved her arms at all from their 90 degree angles at her waist, the dress would rise up and cover the bottom of her corset, making it impossible to remove, so her hands could not keep the stiff cloth pressed to her.
The moment the corset was completely unlaced, it fell, tumbling forward to the ground and leaving her torso bare. In the cold, her nipples immediately hardened, a shiver running up her spine. Ryanna held her breath, paralyzed where she was, staring at the wall. She would not look down. That would show her just how her dress sagged around her trim waist, just how her breasts were out in the open, pale and softly dusted with freckles, nipples light pink and like rocks. No. She could not look down.
She could not turn around either. Ryanna was stuck where she was, holding her breath, wondering what would happen next. In the silence, it was almost unbearable.
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Stupidly, Freddy grabbed for the garment, then realised as he did that he was going to bump her bare back and so stopped. He froze as well, feeling awkward and doing his best not to peer over her shoulder.
"Oops," he said, laughing awkwardly. "Sorry about that I... uh... I\'ll leave you to change," he finished gruffly and spun on his heel and walked out of her bedroom. He sat himself on a chair close to the fire, trying to clear his mind. His gaze fell automatically on the weapons across the way but, again, he didn\'t see them.
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Ryanna let out that long held breath slowly, frustratedly, still not looking down. There was a lump in her throat, and now she was shivering uncontrollably. That was rejection, plain and simple, a slap in the face. She heard him go out of the bedroom, sit down. Ugh. This was going bad. If things were forever more awkward between them, Ryanna would be kicking herself without end. It was all her fault for being stupid.
Of course he wouldn\'t want to see her body! She was still the kid of one of his fellow guards, even if she was of age and could do whatever she wanted with her body. Dammit. Ryanna crossed her arms over her small breasts after letting the dress drop to the floor, stepping over to her wardrobe, on the right wall of her bedroom. What she failed to notice was how it was in eyeshot of the seating area. Ryanna never had guests over, so she never thought to close doors, forgetting now.
Uncrossing her arms, she pulled open the wardrobe, finding a long tunic and pulling it out, closing the wardrobe as she did so. Suddenly remembering that her dress was abandoned, Ryanna quickly moved back to it, hanging it up in the wardrobe, closing it again, and pulling on the tunic. It was white, thin, but the type of stuff she usually slept in. Ryanna thought nothing of it, like she had the angle of sight from the other room, going out into the main room and sitting in the other chair, across from Freddy.
"Would you like something to eat? You went through all that trouble for me...."
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Movement from the corner of his eye dragged his blank gaze away from the weapons soon enough and he noticed her getting dressed. His cheeks flushed and he realised she wasn\'t paying him any attention, so he mentally berated himself for being so rude... but he didn\'t look away, watching while she stretched to put her dress back and pull out something new. He couldn\'t help himself. The lines of her body were taut; she was compact even beneath her clothing but that didn\'t faze him, he rather liked her small breasts and decided they\'d feel very nice pressed againt his palms...
He forced himself to look away at that point, but looked back immediately when she sat down opposite him and... that tunic was very sheer. He could see her nipples still thrusting against the material and it only coloured his cheeks even more as he was compelled to stare at them, not at her face. His head resounded with the urge for him to look up, look up, but somehow... it was very difficult. He opened his mouth to answer and something akin to a strangled gasp was all that came out, bringing him to his senses somewhat. Horrified, he met her gaze at last, then immediately looked away, back at the damn weapons, his face a bright crimson. It was suddenly very hot in there.
"Sure. That\'d be great," he agreed automatically, thinking that the alcohol was doing funny things to him and that he really should beg off and leave her be. Perhaps if he stayed a bit longer though, she\'d go back to acting the way she usually did, to babbling mindlessly, and he could leave with the usual impression of her, rather than with... the one he had now. The image of her mostly naked body seemed burned into the backs of his eyes and it was all he could see, no matter where he looked.
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Ryanna realized where he was looking without following his gaze, it dawning on her quite suddenly that white was totally the wrong color to have chosen while it was so cold. Trying to act like she didn\'t notice, Ryanna stood again, walking close past him and to the kitchen. It sure was dark in there.... the lantern! Jumping a little, Ryanna ran from the kitchen, across the main room, and back into her bedroom, fetching the lantern and walking more slowly back with the light in hand.
The lantern was put carefully on the kitchen counter, as to not spill any precious oil. There was light in the kitchen now. She could see now, as dim and flickering the light provided was, and orange. Ryanna knew she needed to clean the glass on the lantern windows, but did not now, trying to find something good to eat. There was some bread, which Ryanna grabbed. She also took out two bowls, finding a little bit of cold meat in the chilling box. Ryanna got that out too, putting a little meat in both bowls, more in the one intended for him, and pulling of some bread to put in there with it.
Balancing one bowl in each hand, Ryanna brought them out into the main room, standing in front of Freddy and offering the bowl forth. It was not much, but it was food, and it would take Ryanna\'s mind off her own blunder. She was hungry, and it would help absorb the alcohol in the both of them. Food was good.
Ryanna hovered in front of Freddy even after he took the bowl, thinking, trying to see if she forgot anything. "Is there anything else I can get for you?" Ryanna rocked up onto the balls of her feet, and then back on the heels, legs going taut in that motion. Her legs were well formed, showed the amount of work she put into them. Ryanna had one hell of a kick, but still envied how the Captain moved in combat, like she had seen in the Tournament of Corn. That was amazing, and Ryanna hoped to one day be that good.
"Anything at all?"
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He swallowed hard, doing his best to look at her out the corner of his eye and not look anywhere untoward - but it was very difficult. She seemed to be deliberately taunting him. His gaze slid downward to follow the line of her legs as they flexed before he forced himself to stare at the table again.
"Um... some water would be good," he answered, hoping his voice didn\'t sound to her like the constricted squeak it did to him. "It\'s kind of hot in here," he mumbled, yanking at the collar of his jerkin with the index finger of his left hand. The other was still gripping his bowl like it was a lifeline and he was a man drowning at sea; when she walked away, he\'d likely have the courage to put it down and start eating, but not before. Not with her so close to him.
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"Oh! I knew I forgot something!"
Ryanna put her own bowl down on her chair, jogging back into the kitchen. She normally ran around at this pace, with too much energy for her own good. After going through the tunnels, that was how she felt, energetic and not at all sleepy. She was absolutely wired. It was the jitters making her feel that way. She felt as though she had ruined a possible friendship, and was now fumbling with cups to get water.
She also shoved some extra ice from the chilling box into the cups for good measure, since he said it was hot and all. Ryanna did not feel hot. In fact, she could feel goosebumps all over her body from the cold, the fireplace heat not having reached the whole room yet, or done much to warm it for that matter. Oh well. Ryanna took up the two cups, standing in front of Freddy again to offer it to him. However, this time when he took the thing offered, Ryanna intended to go to her chair and eat. Her stomach needed it. Maybe food would make the butterflies go away, too.
Wouldn\'t that be lovely?
Yes, it would, but something at the back of Ryanna\'s said the food wouldn\'t help. Either way, she would try eating. She needed it on her stomach, otherwise she would be really sick in the morning.
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Almost fumbling, Freddy took the cup of water from her, brushing her fingers with his deliberately. It was preferable to running his hand up her leg to see whether she\'d left that attractive underwear on or not... the thought of \'not\' didn\'t bear ponderance right now, though. He might well explode if he thought about that too much.
"Thanks," he muttered, gulping down two big mouthsful of water immediately. After that, he placed the cup on the table and tore a bit of bread off, taking a nibble of the meat she\'d supplied as well and chewing enthusiastically, finding it tasty. "It\'s good," he said after he\'d swallowed that first mouthful, finally working up the courage to look in her direction once more (half hoping she was now sitting decorously at the table, half hoping not).
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As soon as he took the cup, Ryanna made good on her plan, waltzing over to her seat. She picked up her bowl, spinning and sitting, crossing her legs immediately. Though not used to sitting like that, Ryanna knew she had to, with how short her tunic was. That was one of her longest tunics! Really! Ryanna tried not to think of it, taking a sip of her water before putting it down and nibbling at the meat.
If it was her cooking, she might have thanked him for the complement. But it wasn\'t. One of the two men Ryanna had slept with had decided he should make her food, since their night together had been terrible to say the least. A lack of interest from both sides, in all reality? Still, it was damn good food. Ryanna had wanted to protest his making of the food, but he had already been out the door to buy the supplies he needed.
Ryanna did not really regret what she did. It just frustrated her. So, Ryanna went to picking at her food, disappointed to find that it did not help her jitters at all. Ryanna kept looking up and over, at Freddy, seeing that he was eating before darting her gaze back at her own bowl. There was a blush on her cheeks for some reason, Ryanna not sure why. She finished her bread, only having nibbled a little of the meat so far.
Leaning forward, Ryanna grabbed her cup, taking a few more sips, holding the thing close to her, as if the cold glass could somehow heat her heart. It couldn\'t. Ryanna knew this well, but held the glass like that anyway, staring off into the fire now. The fire was pretty, dancing with color and light. It was soothing in a way.
"So...."
That was about as far as her conversation got, Ryanna trying to swallow back that lump in her throat again. It was not working yet, so no more words came either. She was still at a roadblock, thinking about the kiss on her forehead, the shedding of half her clothing and how Frederickson suddenly fled her room like she was the Black Plague or something. It was extremely harsh, and was eating at her, even as she resumed eating (cup back on the table again, for repeating actions constantly kept her mind busy).
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Freddy glanced up at her from beneath his eyelashes, doing his best to keep his head tucked down and concentrating on the food she\'d given him. He only had a mouthful to go and he\'d realised the folly of that too late. He would be left with nothing to do once it was gone. She started to speak and he watched her expectantly, but it seemed that she had nothing beyond that very awkward starter to continue with and he felt disappointed.
That was just stupid, but he was. What did he want her to say? What could she say that he would be looking forward to? Why would his heart skip a beat at the mere thought that she was about to talk? Yes, stupid. He was the adult, he\'d have to put a stop to it, this awkwardness was terrible.
He swallowed his last morsel, drained his cup of any water that had pooled at the bottom since the ice melted and place the cup determinedly on the table. Clearing his throat, he turned to look at her steadily. "That was very nice, thank you. And thank you for showing me a different side of you tonight, I enjoyed that too. I apologise for... well, dismissing you in the past. You\'re just young and... energetic," he told her sombrely, feeling a little like he was delivering a rehearsed speech, but it was exactly the smooth and even way he always spoke to people, so she shouldn\'t be too alarmed.
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When he cleared his throat, Ryanna jumped, turning her head swiftly to look at him. The words were surprising. He was apologizing for acting like she was a nothing before? That was how a lot of people treated her, as a nothing or as a kid. It meant a lot to her that he thought something else of her now. In fact, it had that smile back, Ryanna finishing up her meat as she mulled over it.
It seemed like Freddy was done eating, his drink done too. Ryanna stood, her own empty bowl in her hand as she crossed to him, picking up his glass in the hand that wasn\'t the bowl. Why had he brushed her hand earlier? She was so lost since the corset fell of that it was just hitting her now. That contact had almost seemed deliberate. The kiss on her forehead had been deliberate. Unlacing her corset had been a promise, so it did not fit in here at all.
"Thank you for giving me a chance. Ah... I can take your bowl if you\'re done with it? Would you like more water?" Ryanna was glad the night wasn\'t completely loss. If anything, she gained some friendly ground, right? There was still that interest in him, which Ryanna could feel as the fluttering of her heart in her chest, standing so close to him and still in so little. Though Freddy seemed to think it was hot, somehow, Ryanna still felt somewhat cold. It could be seen too, though Ryanna was ignoring it now.
What he had already seen, he had already seen, and nothing would change that. Her tunic was just as transparent as it had been when she first walked out of her room, so it would make no difference now. Ryanna focused on other things, like how she could slide her foot forward and kick his if she really wanted to, since they were not far away at all. Ryanna also focused on what answer may come, hanging onto every moment in case it had a word in it.
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He opened his mouth to answer, noticed how close she was to him and then shut his mouth again abruptly. He shook his head as he looked down at the table, blushing and muttering. "Yes, I\'m done. Some more water would be good, might get my mind off inappropriate things," he told her, lifting his bowl - with the cup in it - towards her but staring intently at the wood before him.
Yes, the image of her naked torso coupled with that veiled hint of her breasts right before his eyes... they were overheating him again, though he doubted ten cups of water would fix it. What he really needed to do was get up and leave. Go home and lay in his own bed and... sleep... and not... think of her. Damn. He sighed, waiting for her to take the food and drink instruments off him.
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"Inappropriate things?" Ryanna cocked a red brow at this statement, managing to take the bowl and cup without dropping anything. She made no move to leave yet. Her feet were anchored into place again, just she was facing him this time. There was not more clothing on her, considering her dress had still covered her lower half when Freddy removed the corset, but...
Ryanna had the urge to ask \'what kind of inappropriate things\' but kept that swirling in her head only, feeling a rush in her body just from considering such things. Ryanna looked down at him, staring at his face, wondering. She really should take the bowls and cups back to the kitchen, get him more water like he wanted. That was what she should have been doing.
However, those feet were still stuck there on the floor, bowls and cups balanced in her hands, held in front of her stomach, her bellybutton specifically. Ryanna wanted to stop staring at him, wanting to get moving, but her body refused. Every time her brain said move! her muscles said no!!!, thus keeping her right there.
"What kind of inappropriate things?"
The question finally blurted out, hanging on the still air of her house, the crackling of the fire at her back the only noise. Ryanna knew she could not take the question back, and quite frankly, she didn\'t what to. Whatever came, she would be ready for it, and she told herself that. Ryanna really wanted to know.
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Don\'t tell her, it\'s not polite
His jaw set and his hands clenched into fists on the table before him, his eyes not moving from staring at them as he debated answering her
No! Don\'t tell her!
even though it went against all his instincts. Well, not all of them, just the ones rooted in his brain. The rest of him was quite willing to tell her whatever she wanted to know, for his tongue was still pretty loose and he thought what he\'d have to say would be complimentary, considering he also felt that she\'d been coming onto him all evening. Her sly moves, her cheeky looks... the way she stayed so close to him that he could smell her scent wafting towards him on the waves of heat coming from the fire.
"Inappropriate things like... what it would feel like to run my hand up your leg and find out if you\'re still wearing those tight little knickers I saw earlier. Innappropriate things like wondering how your... breasts would feel in my hands and... uh... well, you get the idea," he blushed, clearing his throat and waving off the rest of it with a flick of his now-unfurled hand. He chanced a glance up at her, meeting her large, lovely eyes for once, before staring at the table once more.
"It\'s all inappropriate. I\'m fifteen years older than you, I could be your father - and speaking of which, I work with your father! It\'s not right, any of it," he condemned his thoughts, shaking his head at them and looking truly mollified. His hands now pressed against one another, knuckles to palm, the sliding of the calloused skin audible in the quiet room. "I\'m sorry. It\'s not polite to speak of such things; I\'m a big, dumb guard but even I know that much. I don\'t mean to have offended you?" he said sorrowfully, tilting his head so that he was looking hopefully up at her, an appealing expression on his face.
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For a moment she feared he would run away again, like he did when the corset came off. Of course, that fear stopped when he started speaking, a blush rising to her cheeks at the statements he made. It was not a bad blush, though. He had seen her dressing? Ryanna could see into her room out of the corner of her eye, and realized he had full view of her mostly naked. Well, he had seen more of her body than she first thought. The descriptions though, she could feel a touch of wetness between her legs because of it, her heart pounding in her chest.
All inappropriate? She begged to differ. When Freddy was done with his little speech, Ryanna put her stack of dishes down on the table behind her, taking a step closer to him when she was done. They were barely apart now, and she could feel his body heat through her thin, thin tunic. That was ok, though. She had an important argument to make, and dammit, she was going to make sure he got the picture, wide and clear.
"I am not a kid any more. I have woman parts, and woman wants. Why can\'t I be a woman?" Ryanna took a deep breath, voice serious, expression too. She wanted desperately for him to do those things, and even more than she said, but she could not express that exactly yet. There was something she had to get out of the way, first. "I live on my own, as you very well can see. I am not daddy\'s little girl any more. My life is my own now, and vice versa. I am a woman."
If that didn\'t get the point across, Ryanna didn\'t know what would.
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He found himself transfixed by her gaze, her words convincing and mesmerising as he stared up at her face. She claimed to be a woman and he found he couldn\'t deny that - he didn\'t want to deny that, in fact. She was still far too young for him but... she didn\'t seem too worried by that fact either.
While he was watching her, one of his hands slipped away from the other and dropped off the table\'s edge, falling upon the curve at the back of her calf. His large hand cupped the muscle gently, hand dragging upward slowly to explore the indent of the back of her knee next. He found her cool to the touch and incredibly soft and smooth - it was a startling change from the hand he\'d just been touching, and the sensation just begged to be fed, his body crying out for the greater stimulus of touching her thigh.
He held off, though, still staring up at her large eyes, thinking about what she\'d said. "What is it you want, then?" he whispered, no other part of his body moving, just that hand on the back of one of her legs, slowly climbing higher.
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He was listening. He was actually listening. And not only that, but she felt his hand upon her leg, a thrill dancing up that limb, making her breaths suddenly feel a little more flighty. She looked into his eyes, watched for his reaction there, craving for one over another. Of course, there was always a possibility of the other, but Ryanna did not think about that. She focused on the positive. He was touching her, and slowly inching upwards.
The calloused hand felt good on her, and Ryanna wanted more.
The question hit her full force, and despite the flighty nature of her mind, she pieced through exactly what she wanted to say, what she need to say to get what she wanted. Freddy might have claimed to be a stupid guard, but there were some things even those types could not miss. That was direct statement. It might make him realize that even if she hadn\'t externally intending it, she had been coming on to him earlier. The back of her mind, the truest part of it, had made her come on to him earlier to fulfill its desires. Well, now he was right here, in her house, and they were alone. What was a better place?
"You."
Ryanna simply started with that, knowing she should continue on. How did he put it? It only took a few seconds at most to conjure that memory up, so fresh and deeply burned into her mind it was. Her eyes begged him please as she spoke it.
"I want to know what your hand feels like, running up my leg and exploring to see what is beneath my tunic. I want to feel your hands on my breasts, and more."
It was a mirror of what he said, of the images Ryanna knew Freddy already had in his head. Her low, breathy voice saying it, so much closer to him, would drive those images home, she hoped. They were already there, she was just bringing them back up. Ryanna stepped a little closer, until the fronts of her legs were touching his. It was as close as she could come without crawling onto him. She did not want to just bring the images back up, she wanted them to become real, and made them as available as possible by her closeness.
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He frowned, a look of bafflement dominant on his plain face as she stated that she wanted him. He couldn\'t fathom it, couldn\'t see a reason for what he wanted to be returned like that. His life just didn\'t work like that. What he wanted he never got, and the harder he tried, the more he got partial satisfaction and even greater loss. It didn\'t make sense to him that this could come so easily now - there had to be a catch (beyond the restrictions he was imposing upon himself).
He shook his head slightly, yet turned to face her a little more, liking the feel of her cool body against his thigh; he fancied he could feel it, even through the material of his pants. "But why? It doesn\'t bother you that I\'m so much older than you? That I... well, that I could possibly... uh... hurt you if... well, if we got close?" he asked her awkwardly, his blush returning. "Why would you want me?"
It occurred to him in that very moment that she might want him not for very pure reasons after all, that she might, in fact, be after him because of his position and her career aspirations. She might not have ever applied to be a guard and might even have waved the suggestion aside when it was talked about earlier that evening, but that could all have been a show. Women were, by nature, more devious than men...
His heart hurt at the thought she might be using him and he watched her eyes desperately, hoping she could could give him reasons that had nothing whatsoever to do with where he worked. His hand had come to rest on the back of her thigh and was also waiting for her response, his fingers and thumb sliding absently across her soft skin, as if trying to remember the feel of her.
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Why did he have to frown now, of all the times? Ryanna\'s stomach lurched at the sight of it, at the look in his eyes, but her eyes stayed all the same: determined. Finally her own hand reached out, fingertips brushing his cheek before her right hand ran back through his hair, toying with it. It was quickly apparent that Freddy had a low self-esteem. Very low. There was disbelieve in his voice, in his look, it could not be missed, especially not with how intent Ryanna was upon Freddy.
"I like you. That\'s why."
There had to be more that she could say. That sounded terrible. He might object again. What would she do if he objected again? Even if his hand wandered higher every time, Ryanna wondered if that was what he really wanted, considering how much he was arguing against it.
Well, there was one way to find out.
Ryanna leaned forward, head lowering so it was at the same height as his, pressing a soft kiss against his lips before pulling back, standing straight again. If he took that as an acceptable answer, she would know. If not.... well, Ryanna had no clue. Freddy was frustrating, but it was cute in a way, if such a big man could ever be called cute.
"Well?"
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His expression cleared a little at that simple answer, relief lightening his heart. She hadn\'t mentioned the job. Still, she hadn\'t addressed anything else, either. The kiss brought the ghost of a smile, causing him to swivel on his chair, adjust his position so that the leg she was leaning against was drawn up and pushed outside of hers. He was facing her now, looking up at her with his legs either side of hers and it was a very natural thing for his other hand to fall to the back of her other thigh.
"But... what about the rest of it? It really doesn\'t bother you?" he asked suspiciously, as good as declaring that it bothered him. He was almost twice her age and size; he could snap her if he moved too fast, it felt like... and he didn\'t even want to go into the horrid experiences of the past, of trying to get inside of women too small for him, who weren\'t prepared to take him and it ended in tears and profuse, embarrassed apologies.
His gaze dropped to her chest, which was at his eye level now, and he instinctively licked his lips, wanting to press his lips to the nipples he could see so clearly, with the fire backlighting her. She looked gorgeous in that light, more beautiful than he\'d ever taken her for before (though he\'d always found her pretty and her hairstyle endearing) and he wanted to tell her but... but what did she think of those other objections?
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Well, there was one more hand, but now both were halted in that position, on her thighs. As proud as she was of her well toned thighs, she wanted his hands elsewhere, to be doing other things. This was excruciating! Did he realize that? He probably scared off most women who he said didn\'t want him by his constant bickering about if they were perfect for one another or not. It wasn\'t a matter of being perfect! Ryanna just wanted to scream that out, make it perfectly clear, but that was not the right approach. Oh no. Freddy was easy to scare, as she saw quite clearly, and after doing so much work, Ryanna did not want him frightened off from here.
"Your age does not bother me. Your size does not bother me."
Ryanna made sure to cover both of his earlier stated fears, stating it firmly, staring at his face, watching, waiting. When was he going to move? That was what she wanted to know. Was he all sheep or was there some shepherd in there too? All these questions breached her thoughts, but Ryanna did not pose them. If she started having inquiries, this would get nowhere. Absolutely, freaking, no where.
"I want you to, Freddy. Please."
Would he finally budge? Would he please finally give in before any fire kindled within died out? That would be a tragedy, after this whole night of building up, just to fizzle out before anything happened. Ryanna was determined not to let that happen. If he didn\'t do something soon, she would take the initiative. However, Ryanna did not want it to come to that; that would leave her feeling like she molested him, like it wasn\'t two sided. Ryanna wanted him to want her.
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"I... don\'t want to disappoint you," he whispered, looking up into her eyes again now. "I\'m not... very good at... this," he confessed, his cheeks flushing anew.
He knew he wasn\'t, because Lam had told him so, and he felt it. Of course, with her, he was generally so anxious that he was finally with her that he usually did something ridiculous and boorish to break the mood and have her sigh and take the upper hand with him. He hadn\'t been able to help it, it had been an overwhelming thing to be with someone he loved so much, yet know she didn\'t give a flying fig for him and was only with him because she wanted to make herself feel better.
There\'d always been a great deal of pressure, some of it self-imposed, some of it because he knew she was comparing him to men like Lord Dagger. How could he compete with a man like that, who could look sideways at a woman and have her panting for him? He\'d always known it wasn\'t possible, yet he\'d been in there trying, just because it was everything for him to be with Lam. He hadn\'t for years now, though, for probably the last two years there\'d only been the whores he frequented and they were much easier but certainly didn\'t help him learn or gain finesse in this art. There was no need to talk or to worry with them, it was just a case of grease it up, get it in, get off and get out.
This was an entirely new thing, to have someone sweet and nubile pursuing him, interested in him. It made his head spin and his mouth go quite dry. This was a pressure he rather liked though, for perhaps... just perhaps... he might be able to make an improvement in things? He certainly hoped so, for he didn\'t want to let Ryanna down.
"Just... don\'t be afraid to tell me what you like, okay?" he pleaded, pulling her closer even as he spoke, so that his chin was against her sternum, his head tilting so that his nose was flicking her left breast while he watched her, wanting her confirmation that she was willing to participate actively. He\'d go nowhere fast if it was all left up to him and he certainly needed her input, just to be sure. He really, really didn\'t want to hurt her. His hands slid around after he\'d pulled her close, so that his fingers were draped across the insides of her thighs, sliding up to the apex so that his thumbs were on the outside curve of her buttocks, the edges of his hands pressed against her centre fairly intimately but not invasively.
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Disappoint her? If only he knew.... one of the men she had been with was lazy as the ocean was deep, a guard who thought himself great and mighty just because he had been accepted in after the main training bought. The second was a man who had not even finished, because he could not keep his manhood interested. After they ceased their motions, he exclaimed that he was completely gay, and Ryanna had never really gotten over that bruise in her ego.
Now Freddy was second guessing himself again. Ryanna knew it was coming, could have seen it from a mile away, but had insisted upon being hopeful. More talking. The question, and the sudden jolt of getting pulled towards him, at last, threw her off, though. This was his being nervous and lacking an ego again, yes, but that was ok, because it sounded as though he cared what she got from this as well. Most of the stories she\'d heard had men not caring, so long as they got off. This was different. This had her jitters away immediately.
The feel of his hands there had her swallowing a big breath suddenly, as if surprised in a pleasant, very pleasant way. His hands felt like they were burning through her thin and tight undergarment, and she knew there was wetness there, brought on by him. Would that please him, to discover it? Ryanna did not have time to think about it. She had to answer, and dammit she had to answer now! This was torture!
"I\'ll tell you, I\'ll help you, I will, I promise." Ryanna hoped she did not sound desperate, but this had been going on for too long already, Ryanna asking for him to do something and him not doing anything. She knew what she liked (vaguely, since those two men hadn\'t gotten there), so she would definitely tell him. She would not even mind guiding his hands if she needed. His touch was what was required righ tnow.
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He smiled as he pressed his face against her chest, though she wouldn\'t know it. She was sounding more herself now, babbling excessively but with a breathless hint that he couldn\'t help but be chuffed about. He\'d done that, and when his fingers grazed across her apex properly, he found something else he\'d done but that caused a swell in his pants, not his heart.
"Good," he murmured, telling himself to relax and... get his bearings. He didn\'t want to think of her as a mission but... pleasure certainly was and he really would have to do some thinking about what he was doing to achieve that. Of course, instinct was allowed it\'s fair share of attention too, and with her small pert breasts in his face, it was nothing to allow his mouth to close over the closest one and suckle, letting his tongue flick the hardness through the cloth his saliva glued very quickly to her.
As he did this, his large hands moulded her thighs, finding them smooth and muscular even while his index fingers traced her crease softly, moving from the front to the back a couple of times. It meant he had to let go of her legs though, and so his hands slid back down so that his thumbs could take over. Their reach was not as great but they were far more agile in their stroking, moving very gently from the top of her slit to about halfway along, the motion repetitive and gentle; teasing almost. He was content with that, though, for he was in no rush this time. He wanted it to be perfect.
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His one word relaxed her greatly, even as his fingers seemed to find something (Ryanna knew what, if they actually noticed something). Though this was a place that she had worked hard to earn, she could not just savor it. She had to do something, respond, reciprocate something. The last two times had been nothing like this, so she tried to keep her head clear, so she could think, so she could formulate a plan of some sort.
Her right hand continued running through his blond hair, over his scalp, massaging the back of his head as he toyed with her sensitive nipple. Her nerve endings were firing off like wild, but she wanted direct contact, not through the cloth. Through the cloth was not good enough, Ryanna pulling back (her torso only, waist down remaining the same distance from him), lifting her tunic up and over her head.
Oh man it was cold without that cloth on, as thin as it was. Now she had just one undergarment left. It was up to Freddy to keep her warm now, which Ryanna had no problems with, what so ever. There was a blush of heat already on her cheeks, every point of their contact feeling deliciously hot compared to the still warming air around them.
Ryanna pressed her torso back into position, left arm draped across his shoulders, fingers toying with his covered arm for now. Her right hand was back in his hair, more lingering at the back of his head and massaging it, encouraging what he had been doing before, just without the tunic in the way now. Ryanna lifted her left leg, sliding it forward on the seat of the chair until the front of her thigh, around the knee, was pressed against his groin, another point of contact.
She was thinking now of what to do next, all the while keeping her mind focused mostly on what he was doing, wanting to feel every second of it, not miss anything.
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He sucked in breath through his teeth when her knee pressed against his groin, the tension of the situation having caused it to swell noticeably. She felt so good against him, he wanted to consume her. His mouth moved from one bare breast to the other even as he tilted his hips forward on the seat and spread his legs, rocking into her thigh, rubbing against her softly. The chair creaked though and, as ever, he was aware of his weight on something that could be broken if he got too carried away.
His hands slid away from her thighs, squeezing her buttocks before sliding up the smooth curve of her back, pads of his fingers falling naturally into the groove of her spine. Upward they moved, until they curled over her slim shoulders, gripping her firmly and pressing her against his mouth. His tongue flicked rapidly against one nipple before his mouth moved back, attending to the other in the same fashion, his thumbs now stroking her slender throat.
"Are you warm enough?" he murmured, pulling away from her breasts long enough to speak and look up at her. His rough hands roved along her collarbone, shaped her breasts so that the nipples stabbed satisfyingly against his palms and then brushed along her arms. He liked the way she was touching his hair and arm, though, so he shied from touching her hands in case she felt he wanted her to pull back. Instead, he caressed back along the length of her arms to her shoulders again, then down her sides.
He couldn\'t get enough of her soft skin and seemed to want to touch her everywhere at once, his hands gentle but determined in their exploration, smoothing over everything he could reach and retracing where he\'d been willingly. Looking up at her, his gaze became fixed on her lips and he had to fight the urge to stand up so he could kiss her, for he rather enjoyed the position they were in now.
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Ryanna moved her leg in its lifted position, creating friction with that action, not relenting her contact there. She could feel what was happening from behind the concealment of those pants, and was relieved she could at least stimulate someone. For a little while there, Ryanna had been worried. A lot of that worry was disintegrating, Ryanna focusing on the now, like she had told Freddy to earlier. It would do her good to follow her own advice. As long as he didn\'t bring up the Captain (especially the Captain) or the whores, she\'d try not to think of her pasts. The thought of his having more experience than her would only bring back her nerves (and not the ones that were tingling), so she shut it out.
At the question, Ryanna quickly nodded her head, smile unable to remove itself from her lips. "Yes. You\'re keeping me warm now." She bit back the little laugh she felt coming with that statement, chewing on her lower lip a moment until the urge was quelled. Ryanna had decided that if she could help it, there would be no laughing and no giggling. Those actions could be taken in entirely wrong ways, and Ryanna totally did not want to deal with that, at all. Oh no. She would be on her best behavior now.
The pause allowed her to make another motion, though, Ryanna leaning to get a hold on the bottom trim of his tunic, tugging the thing up. She needed the cooperation of his arms, needed them to lift up so she could chuck the tunic onto the chair she had occupied not long ago, where her own tunic lay. As soon as the cloth was removed from him, Ryanna allowed her left hand to start roaming his arm and back, kneading it here and there, enjoying the muscle. He was big and muscular and strong and Ryanna rather liked that, despite her obvious size difference.
Instead of letting her right hand go back to his hair, she let it play with his neck, eyes lingering there. She wanted to kiss his muscled neck, maybe even suckle it some, but not right yet. Ryanna was not shivering any more, though she still had little goosebumps everywhere. That was Freddy\'s fault, not the temperature. She just didn\'t want him to be so damn worried about her. There was still a slightly paternal feel to his concern, at least that she picked up, whether or not it was really there. That tone made her feel guilty.
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He watched her watching him and his pulse leapt at the appreciation he could see in her eyes, he\'d never seen anyone looking at his chest with such desire before (as far as he knew, no-one ever had). It made any hesitance he might have had about disrobing before her dissipate; he was keen to get his pants off, as they were uncomfortably tight by now, but her knee nudging him felt damn good and he was barely able to stop himself from crying out lustfully every time she shifted it and rubbed him in a different way.
His tongue swiped over his lips as she bit hers and he forced himself to think about what she\'d said (thinking was becoming harder and harder now); damn, he\'d rather hoped she\'d still be cold so he could get her to the bed. No matter; although this was awkward and he couldn\'t see them consummating things on the chair (as inadventurous as he was), it was still fun for now.
Freddy\'s attention slid lower, to her underwear, and his hands converged there as well, roving over her breasts one more time, on the way. He untied the string that held the undergarment in place and began to roll the material down over her hips, not wanting to be conventional and just drag them off, liking the sedate pace they were both taking. There was an edge of steel within him that told him he wouldn\'t be able to be this patient for much longer, but for now he was enjoying the slow, steady burn of the build.
One roll, two. The third had his breath held and his hands stilled as he got the underwear halfway down but all he could do was stop and admire, eventually gripping her and turning her slightly for his own, private observation. The top half of her patch of red curls were visible to him, the curve of both hips and, when he urged her to swivel, the most delightful rounds of half-revealed ass cheeks, like ripe peaches ready for the biting. He remembered to breathe about the time he leaned back in his chair and saw her front again, the air whistling raggedly in and out of him now while he stared worshipfully.
"Gods... you\'re beautiful," he managed to tell her thickly, though he didn\'t look up at her as his hands drifted over her soft skin, into the dip by her hips and across the base of her abdomen, brushing those curls ever so lightly. Very quickly after, his hands were gripping her again and his face traced that path, nuzzling its way from hip to hip and everywhere in between, his lips finding her belly button and tongue delving, instigating its participation in the silent adoration of her pelvis.
Well, not so silent. His breathing stayed accelerated and ragged, his mouth occupied more with touching every soft bit of her than with pulling breath into his burning lungs and, muffled by her stomach as it was, he didn\'t pay his own noises much mind, not noticing the frequent moans of delight that were slipping out as well. His hands kneaded her buttocks, squeezing and caressing, parting them and dipping in beneath the underwear, lightly tracing the line where the cheeks met compulsively.
Eventually, he rolled the underwear lower - though it couldn\'t come off because of her crooked leg. His belly clenched as the light from the fire behind her showed wetness in the bottom-most curls between her thighs and a shot of primal heat throbbed through him, causing his hands to clench on her hips. He stood up swiftly, forcing her to stand on her own feet, pulling her against him when he was upright. He cupped her face, staring intently into her surprised eyes. "I need to taste you," he said through a jaw clenched so tight with restraint, he likely looked fearsome or unattractive, but that wasn\'t on his mind.
His lips crushed against hers then, his tongue seeking hers in a passionate kiss as his hands curled around her backside and lifted her off her feet, against him. He relied on her to get a grip on his shoulders as he carried her - vertically this time, which was likely nowhere near as romantic but far more erotic as they could kiss and he could feel her naked front against his - into the bedroom, skirting the table with a generous berth and being careful to not bump into the doorway of her room. Her kiss made him slightly dizzy, so it was a damn miracle neither of them ended up bruised.
He set her down by the bed, attempting to do four things at once - turn down the covers, get her undergarment all the way off, kiss her neck and remove his own pants - but he was so scattered that he pretty much only did two and she accomplished the rest. He got his boots and pants off and touched and kissed her while she got hers off and turned the bed down. It wasn\'t tidy and his eagerness to keep touching her probably didn\'t make things easy, but he didn\'t care. When he spied a space on the bed he could lay her, he urged her there, on her back, and followed her down.
As her head came to rest on the pillow, he paused to admire her in the soft firelight coming from the room behind them, her face mainly in shadows but he\'d committed her features to memory by now, so he knew what he was seeing. He smiled at her as he hovered over her, his knees together and on the edge of the mattress for the time being, his hands pushing into the softness either side of her upper arms as he supported himself. Very slowly did he lower himself down then, trying to calm things a little, and kiss her gently.
He explored her mouth with his tongue, trying to keep it soft and delicate like she was, rather than the rough exploration that was typical of him. He liked the taste of her and so it was easy to take his time and savour her but the desire to drop himself down onto her was growing and he needed to distract himself. Leaving her mouth, he began kissing his way lower, along her jaw and throat, his tongue tracing the length of her collarbone, suckling at her breasts until he left them hard again, kissing down the centre of her abdomen until he reached her sex.
The bed was big but not quite big enough for this manouevre, so he had to take a little time to manhandle her so that she was laying across the mattress at more of a diagonal. This also required the blankets to be moved fully, though he made sure she was partially covered on one side, for this room was colder than the other. He apologised once but it was irreverant, for he was intent on laying himself between her legs and completing the diagonal (he had to be careful to position himself, for his rod was straining to get inside her and had to be pulled up along his stomach first, so he could lay on it). He still had to curl his legs up at the knee due to the bed being the size it was (his was much larger, to accommodate his height) but that didn\'t worry him.
One thing Freddy did know how to do, was please a woman with his tongue and he set about doing just that for Ryanna. His forearms were scooped under her thighs so that his hands could curl around and pull her lips apart for him, his tongue diving into her musky wetness eagerly. He knew, from past experience, that the best way to prepare a woman to take him (and he wasn\'t overly long, in his opinion, it was generally his girth that was the problem) was to have her reach her peak like this, then she would be fully open and he wouldn\'t have to worry so much about hurting her. He had plans for how Ryanna could control that situation somewhat too, but the first step was to satisfy her like this and the rest would come afterwards. As it progressed, he would pull his right arm back so that he could insert a couple of fingers into her just to be sure, because she was quite tiny and that worried him, but he just had to hope that she was built differently on the inside.
He certainly could barely wait to find out.
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Everything suddenly turned into a whirlwind, swirling hastily onward with her caught up in it. Ryanna did not mind at all, enjoying how he watched her, how his eyes lingered on certain places. She found her breaths flighty, barely in her lungs before they fought to be expelled, the moment his hands started loosening her undergarment, the only piece of her clothing left. The slowness of his movements drove home their gravity, how soon she would be laid out entirely for his viewing, for him to do as he pleased. Before, her undergarment had served as a last barrier, but now, it was being shed, Ryanna feeling more and more vulnerable the further down he went with her protection.
And when he said she was beautiful… Ryanna’s cheeks flared bright red, a tingling warmth shooting all about her body, elevating her. He actually thought that. Ryanna could hear it in his voice, and it made her soar. She tried taking a deep breath and failed, lungs still not cooperating. The desire was rising quickly, ready to burst in her. She wondered how it felt in him. With that question on her mind, she rocked her knee gently against him again, rubbing his shoulders searchingly, reverently in her hands, letting her palms run down his back the whole time before going back up to those muscular shoulders.
A moan, quiet and breathy, escaped her lips as he started around her hips. Her waist was extremely sensitive, and everything around it doubly so. Freddy found her spot, or rather area. Everyone had one, and the more he paid attention to that area, the closer her breaths drew to pants, Ryanna letting her head toss back some, Ryanna biting on her lip though another moan managed to escape. He would definitely know he hit something (if he was listening), even if she didn’t verbalize in the forms of English words. Her panting and squirming and other noises should be enough.
His grip on her tightened and she liked it, that rough feel, the tingling of pain there intermingling with all her pleasure. Ryanna took a moment to look down, seeing what he saw, having felt it herself. Freddy had her effectively turned on, lubricated up for what she wanted to come next. The natural progression of their broiling passions was what she wanted to explode. It probably wouldn’t happen on the chair, Ryanna had heard the creek, but she was unwilling to move away from Freddy, especially when he exclaimed the need to taste her, which only elevated her already mounting arousal.
His intensity was fiercely attractive to her, in a primal, warrior sort of way. Ryanna met the kiss with as much intensity, wanting it deeper, tongue dueling playfully with his. She even snagged his tongue at one point, suckling on it before letting it go.
They made it to her room without too much incident. The position was odd, but she liked being draped along him, his arms around her. Eagerly she stripped off the last of her clothing, no longer so hesitant. Ryanna knew what she wanted now.
Should she have brought the lantern back in there from the kitchen? Oil was burning away there in the other room, but Freddy was already atop her, Ryanna’s attention snapping quickly back, searching out his neck for a kiss before he was moving her again. She understood. Her bed was huge for her, but not for a person like Freddy. He would know how to deal with this situation, so Ryanna let herself be moved, positioned as he needed in order to taste her. Her thighs were quivering in anticipation, and though her bedroom was slightly colder than the main room, Ryanna did not feel cold. There was a lot of warmth rushing through her, the warmth between his legs wanting to plead him to go down there, join it.
When he dove right in, Ryanna arched up a little into the probing tongue, biting on the middle knuckle on her right hand, left arm skewed however it fell on the bed next to her. Ryanna could not stop herself from panting now, moans rising up, more and more frequently the more he did, Ryanna arching up into it more the more stimulated she was. It was rising in her in waves. Ryanna reached down with her unoccupied left hand, running it through his hair, rubbing his head, kneading his shoulders.
“Freddy—“ It was a pant, cut off at the end by a much louder exclamation of her rising pleasure, a few in quick succession. By Adora and Talon and anyone else out there, he was good with his tongue and Ryanna could not contain the sounds any longer, even if she wanted him to do more. Her mind pleaded for him to please slide atop her, navigate in, glide him home, but Ryanna could not speak that aloud, as much as she wanted to.
The most she could do to signal her want for more of him in her was tugging up at him with her left hand, just gentle nudges, the most she could manage. Ryanna did not want this to stop, but there was something else to do. If he wasn’t so big, she might have disengaged this contact and flipped him on his back, making the point by mounting him herself. Oh, the sounded good, but alas, she was too small and he had a good grip on her legs.
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He ceased what he was doing and looked up at her at the sound of his name - well, his nickname, anyway. He decided right then and there that he wanted to rectify that and it seemed that now was as good a time as any. She seemed ready, was obviously in a state of chaos with wanting and looked like she needed the rest of him, to complete this. He couldn\'t help but admire her fortitude, holding off from reaching her peak with his tongue at her pleasure button and two fingers probing inside her dripping well.
Frankly, he was bloody glad. It wasn\'t helping him stay calm, feeling the hot, soft walls of her clenching around his fingers and knowing it would soon be a far more sensitive part of him, nor the feel of her engorged bud pulsing in time against his tongue. It was driving him mad with desire and it was with a huge sense of relief that he released her thighs in order to crawl up her body.
Hovering over her face, he looked intently into her eyes. "My name\'s John," he told her seriously, then grinned, finding the fact that he was only introducing himself now quite amusing. Nobody called him that, only his parents, but for some reason, he wanted her to say it here, now. He wanted her to be special. "Pleased to meet you," he giggled, then rolled to the side, falling beside her and nudging her over a little, so that he could be laying on his back in the middle of the bed. His expression was quite serious again.
"I want you to do it, to be on top," he panted, kissing her shoulder and caressing her in a rather desperate, grasping manner. It was obvious - even beyond the pole erected between his legs in her honour - in his touch that he\'d progressed to a place where his desire for her was a driving thing, that the raw lust in his voice and movements wouldn\'t be easily controlled and keep things civil between them, and that worried him. "I don\'t wanna\' hurt you," he insisted, doing his best not to just grab her up and impale her on him anyway, squeezing her breasts or raking fingers across her lower stomach instead, "you need to... do it," he stammered, waving a vague hand about in a rolling manner, as if that would encourage lucid words to fall from his lips.
He couldn\'t think clearly, couldn\'t articulate what he wanted but he was hopeful she\'d understand. He rolled flat onto his back and stopped touching her (it was one of the hardest things he could ever remember doing) so that she could, indeed, assume control. He watched her impatiently, grinding the bottom sheet in his fists and breathing hard as he waited. The exertion of holding himself back was terrible, and every muscle on his beautifully toned body stood out with the strain, his salute to her bobbing hopefully over his abdomen as he tried not to think about what it would be like once she slid down him. That would bring everything to a very rapid conclusion, before it had even really begun and it had happened to him enough times that he was wary of it happening again. Not now, not this time; perfection was the goal.
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“John.” She repeated it quietly to herself the moment she could speak, watching him move away from her, lay beside her. Ryanna’s gaze trailed down him then, admiring what she could see by the dim light drifting from the other room. He really was lovely. The young woman could not understand how others of her gender couldn’t want him. Of course, everyone had their preferences, so Ryanna was glad she had this, him, here, and not some other woman being with him.
Ryanna rolled on top of him, grinning down at him. “Hello John. The pleasure is all mine.” With that she rubbed her hands up the arms closest to them, sitting up, wet slit positioned just in front of where his proud manhood stood guard. Ryanna could feel its silky surface against her lower back, and had to fight the urge to just slide on it and move frantically with her want for full consummation. They had gone slow, almost painfully slow, for most of this time, enjoying every moment, every sensation. This should be no different.
Lifting herself, Ryanna slid back, toying with the tip just inside her lit, getting it just slightly wet. She could not help but kiss at his neck, bite it softly as she did so. Rocking forward, Ryanna broke their contact before moving back, sliding his length (and girth, with made it a tight and slow descent) into her until it could go no further. Ryanna pushed down once that point had been made. These motions continued, Ryanna’s palms supporting her on either side of his torso, each up and down a hair faster, as her canal got used to his size.
Soon her breaths were getting louder, Ryanna leaning over to kiss at his jawline while continuing her motions up and down (more like back and forth from that angle). She worked on him slowly, increasing in speed to make sure he did not go immediately. Ryanna wanted this to last as long as possible, the tingling of pain she felt with the amazing pleasure making it all the more sweet. She liked it rough, though no one had complied yet. Ryanna did not bring it up. This would be best, go with the delicious tempo of their night.
“John… Ohhh…” She liked saying his name, the way it fell from her lips. It felt special, sacred in a way. Ryanna did not try holding in her noises this time. His size managed to get her back to the feelings she had before very quickly. She only hoped it felt so divine to him.
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He chuckled as she told him the pleasure of meeting was all hers, feeling a secretive blush spread through his chest when she said his name, and repeated it for good measure. He\'d been right; it did feel good for her to say it when no-one else did, in a way that no-one else ever had.
He clenched his jaw as she positioned herself, loosing his hold on the sheets in order to grip her thighs again, not really hoping to steady her so much as steady him. Her lips at his throat were unadulterated temptation, the sensation of her biting and licking there as she slid down and rocked on him with agonising deliberation causing him to whimper and yip deep in his throat like a trapped fox.
He sighed as she moaned his name now, opening his eyes to look at her and overcome with how lovely she looked, sliding back and forth on him. His lips sought hers - he\'d loved the way she\'d sucked on his tongue earlier and, truth be known, he thrust his into her mouth rather hoping for a repeat of that pulling now that he was inside her - and his hands roved. His roughened palms grazed the entirety of her back, squeezing and kneading as he went, before they dropped helplessly to her ass.
Though he knew he shouldn\'t, he gripped the globes of her cheeks and pushed and pulled with her tempo, increasing the speed of it. His fingers slid around to the gap between, probing at her puckered rear opening before realising where he was and sliding forward, delighting in feeling him connected so completely with her. It forced his head away from hers, the kiss breaking as he gasped for breath, eyes closed and his head tilted back on the pillow.
"You\'re... an amazing... woman," he panted, the sinews in his neck straining as he arched backwards. It was feeling their connection that was doing him in, he knew he had to stop exploring down there, but he simply couldn\'t believe she had all of him inside her (well, anything she didn\'t have was negligible, as far as he could tell). That was a very rare thing indeed. She was intoxicating and the feeling of her sliding along him was maddening. He didn\'t know how he hadn\'t spilled in her yet; he didn\'t know how he\'d avoid doing it, in the position they were currently in, either.
A position change was called for, and fast. His arms crossed over her back and he held her to him, sitting up and gaining his knees without sliding out of her. Swivelling, he then laid her back on the bed, his hands finding purchase on the mattress either side of her. "I have... to... " he panted, leaning over her, unable to finish his explanation as his hips did the talking for him, pistoning into her. He dropped onto his left elbow beside her head, gnawing at her ear, biting and sucking hard on her neck as he drove into her, his hand curled around the top of her head to hold her in position.
He was a creature of instinct, knowing what he wanted from both of them; his right hand snuck between them and he pressed his thumb to her nub while he thrust inside her. Unfortunately, it didn\'t take long for his frenzied actions to achieve their goal; it seemed like milliseconds he\'d been inside and on top of her (even though it was about five minutes) before he knew he had to pull out. His hand left her so he could grab himself and direct his spurting downwards, onto the sheet beneath them, safely out of her. He moaned in her ear as he climaxed, stroking himself and already missing the feel of her, his hand sliding back to tangle in her folds as he convulsed repeatedly against her, his elbow aching with the strain of trying not to squash her. He had no idea how she fared, but his fingers dove into her as replacements for him, his thumb nudging in what he hoped was a helpful manner.
It wouldn\'t be the first time he\'d managed to wreck things and get lost in his own satisfaction, rather than concentrating on his partner and that was his biggest downfall; he sincerely hoped he\'d done better with Ryanna, for she deserved much better. Trouble was, he couldn\'t seem to get beyond the sweetnes pounding through him enough to open his eyes and check, just yet.
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It was getting really hard to multi-task, Ryanna having some trouble keeping the same rhythm with her body while kissing him, chasing after his tongue. She managed to catch it with her teeth, pulling it in her mouth further, sucking on it. Decided that was way to distracting, even for her, Ryanna stopped with that, no more concentrating so much on his tongue when there were more important places of contact. His hands on her sides, roaming all over and around her reminding her that rhythm and tempo were very important here, Ryanna having to keep both up.
Amazing? Ryanna doubted it, but that was not something she concentrated on. She was an amazing woman, he said, but he did not say her name at all. As much as she would have enjoyed him saying it, his breath all hot like that, Ryanna did not press it, too busy pressing other things.
The flip was a relief. Ryanna had started to get tired, or at least her legs were, wanting a pause to let the muscles recover. That was what had her shifting angles a lot, before the flip, Ryanna trying to find a position where her legs did not scream. Need. It was a word that lingered with her, even as her swelling pleasure erupted inside of her as he went harder, giving her exactly what she had been secretly yearning for all this time. Need was different than want, and Ryanna could not forget how he needed to drive into her like that.
It drove all her senses wild, voice and breaths corresponding with it, hips arching up at him, her squeezing as the pleasure writhed in her. Ryanna did not even notice how soon it was over, too enthralled by the sensations Freddy--- John--- had managed to bring about that the other two men she had failed in. As he sagged onto her, convulsing, removing himself, Ryanna was riding the tides of her orgasm out, very smitten with the experience as a whole.
“That’s not needed…” Ryanna whispered these words into his closest ear when his fingers started playing again. Her ear was still throbbing from where he’d gotten it, and she cherished the feeling. “Mmmmm, that was…. amazing.” Ryanna could not think of a better word, and the way she carried it out as a satisfied purr might be reassuring.
Knowing he might want to lie down (where he had not spilled himself), Ryanna wiggled herself to the side, now lying straight on her bed, close to one edge. However, despite her moving away, she kept a hand in contact with him, not wanting to be completely devoid of him now. Oh no. Not after that. Ryanna didn’t ever want to let him go, but knew she would have to eventually. Just not right now.
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Drunkenly, he pulled his hand away from her, her words not piercing his thick mind fast enough for him to react immediately. "Sorry," he mumbled, peering groggily up at her, watching her slide away and wanting to snatch her back. He relised she was only making room for him so he fell off his elbow and onto that side, dragging her back quickly. He made sure he was laying on the patch of wetness he\'d left behind, the feeling unpleasant against his thigh but better he had it than she.
He sat up, cradling her with his left arm and snagging the blankets to pull over them both with his right before laying back down with her, kissing her forehead as he made sure they were both covered and the heat they\'d just worked up couldn\'t escape. That would be a terrible waste.
"No, Ryanna, you are," he breathed, sighing happily as he tucked her in against him and his eyes drifted closed. "Maybe we are," he conceded after a moment, a dopey giggle following the admission. "I made a mess of your bed, sorry," he mumbled next, the lethargy of a hard-won orgasm working through his body and sending him into slumber, no matter how much he fought it. "I should\'ve kept my pants or sompin\'," he told her regretfully. After another moment, he sucked in a fast and loud breath, forcing his eyes to open as he looked down at her. "Do you mind if I stay a lil\' while? I jus\' need a lil\' rest and then I\'ll leave, promise," he queried, knowing she\'d have to talk fast for him to be able to fight the leaden feeling of happiness bearing his body down.
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Ryanna was happy to get dragged back to him, settling beneath the sheets and savoring the lingering warmth. Even if the fireplace did not properly heat her room, this did a wonderful job. Ryanna snuggled in against him, her eyes feeling a bit droopy, but she kept herself awake. It would be rude to just drop off into sleep after everything which had happened tonight. She could manage to keep her eyes open a little longer, and talk if he wanted. Some people liked talking afterwards, not that Ryanna could understand it.
A giggle escaped her as he said she was amazing again, continuing at his second thought. Their bodies seemed to fit, even though their heights were rather off. Still, Ryanna would not deny what parts of them fit. Would they ever do this again? Sometime? Ryanna really wanted to, at some point, but hoped it would not be as frustrating as this night started out. He had been awfully hard to coax out of his shell, but once he was out...
"It\'s fine, I understand." Ryanna was talking about his stain on her bed. The young woman would rather not end up pregnant, so better safe than sorry. A sticky spot was worth that safety. Ryanna could launder the sheets when she washed her clothing anyway, which she needed to do tomorrow, before work, so she could hang it all the dry while she was at the shop.
"If you want, you can sleep here. I mean, you probably have work in the morning, but your house isn\'t far from here, so it wouldn\'t be too bad? You don\'t have to stay, though." Ryanna really didn\'t want him to go. It would be the cherry topping her pie if Freddy decided to stay, making an amazing night perfect for her. She would not beg him to stay though. It was his decision. His work probably started earlier than hers, as well. Oh, why did she have to keep finding reasons for him to leave?
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"Mmmno," he told her, being absolutely unclear in his response. He slumped back beside her though, and pulled her even tighter against him, working a leg over hers. "\'ve got an afternoon shift, s\'alright, I\'ll stay. I want to... " he sighed and was promptly asleep.
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Freddy pulled a face as he opened his eyes the next morning, light hitting him from a direction he wasn\'t used to, and a bed beneath him that didn\'t feel like his, either. He moved his head, sensing a warmth in the bed with him that had the events of the night before rushing back at him all at once, and a truly surprised expression dominating his sleep-riddled face as he straightened up, onto his left elbow again.
His body protested the move, for he\'d slept very soundly indeed and had barely moved position through the night, leaving him achey and sore. His right hand ran through his hair as he looked around the room and then at the woman nestled against him and he smiled, even though a rush of guilt swept through him.
She looked so young and peaceful like this, bringing home to him the fact that she was only seventeen and far fresher than he\'d probably ever been. Her hair framing her pretty face made him feel even more grizzled and ashamed of himself, for he felt like he\'d well and truly overstepped his bounds this time. Still... it had been the best night of his life, as far as intimacy with a woman went and that rather lessened the strength of the guilt.
He brushed some of her hair back and then was compelled to kiss the curve of eyebrow that he\'d revealed, nuzzling down her face until he realised that his whiskers would likely scratch that soft, sensitive skin of hers and he didn\'t want to mark her. He pulled back instead, watching her intently in the soft swell of dawn\'s earliest light, wanting to know how she woke up and what she did first of a morning.
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The first thing she felt upon coming to consciousness was something soft pressing onto her eyebrow, and then something prickly not too far away from it. This had her drawing in a deep breath, mind forcing her brain not to panic since this was not what happened in the morning and her body knew it. Slowly, one eye crept open, noticing how she was not looking at the normal view she got in the morning, seeing the far wall rather than the ceiling. It took a few more moments for her groggy mind to realized her whole back, shoulders to feet, were pressed against something warm and fleshy: a person.
Ohhhhhhh.
A smile manifested onto her lips as a slight drawing up at the sides, moving like molasses in speed. Ryanna was usually really slow for a bit in the morning, and today was no different, especially with her late and exhausting night. Soon enough her body was willing to move, though, Ryanna squirming and wiggling until she was turned around, facing John. It was nice to see he had stayed the night with her, all the way through rather than running off. Ryanna had slept like the dead, so deep his leaving (and tripping over everything in the house) would not have woken her up.
She took a deep breath, savoring the early air, so crisp and refreshing. Ryanna felt all shiny and new, though she know she needed a bath. Her boyish cut hair was rather messy, and she wanted to be nice and clean and pretty smelling. They had worked up quiet the sweat last night, after all.
"Mornin\' John." Ryanna felt the urge to stretch, but stopped herself. That would involve sitting up, and facing the freezing climate her room adopted at this hour, completely naked. Oh no, she was not falling for that one. Just a little longer in the warmth, please?, she asked her mind, and it easily bended to that idea. Last night had been great, and Ryanna felt no regrets about it, what so ever.
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"Morning, Ryanna," he grinned, pleased that he could now see her face properly. He brushed her cheek with the backs of his fingers, feeling very goofy and worshipful as he looked at her, but knowing himself well enough that he realised he had to squash those feelings. If he let it go on, he\'d find himself smitten with her and devoted in no time, and that was not acceptable. She was too young for him.
"I slept very well, thank you for letting me stay. I hope you did too?" he murmured, raising eyebrows at her. He wanted to kiss her, his face hovering so close over hers, but he knew that that would also be a mistake, it would feed his happiness and desire for her and make parting so much more difficult. He just watched her and kissed her in his mind, instead, the desire likely visible to her in his expression, this close.
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Finally, he managed to say his name. It made her feel warm inside in a cuddly cute sort of way, very unlike how she had felt last night. Her long standing crush had been consummated, which made her a very happy camper right now, the morning after. It was just the prospect of having to get out of bed some time soon that did not sound so pleasant. She had work before lunch would arrive, so she had to be ready by then.
The light still looked early, though. She had time.
"I slept wonderful." Ryanna giggled a little, not much though, and quiet at that. She was fine with the amount of sleep she had gotten, as well, knowing she could run off it for the day, then crash when she got off work. That would definitely make up for any sleep she lost. Well, lost was entirely not the right word for it, not at all. Lost would suggest she did not have something worth more in its place.
The young woman looked into Freddy\'s eyes then, spotting something in them that she had been feeling ever since she turned around to face him, but had been holding back the urge. She had not wanted to seem clingy, needy. However, when she saw that desire for a kiss, Ryanna would not deny him (or herself), leaning forward, and up a little, to plant a soft kiss on his lips. She withdrew with a smile.
"Do you have work today?" Ryanna had noticed it was just dawn, and was curious as to how quickly John (she kept thinking of him as both names, since Freddy was more familiar and John felt more intimate) had to leave. She was trying to calculate when she had to go, or when she would have to start preparing to go, not wanting to turn away from him to look at the little clock, rested on the table over near the entrance of the room. It was the only time-piece in the whole house, and had been very expensive, but Ryanna liked the brass thing. It was pretty and useful. That, and it had been a gift from her mother, the only thing Ryanna had left of the woman.
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"Mmm," he nodded, following her down to take another kiss, even though he knew he shouldn\'t. What was that he\'d just been telling himself about getting caught up? He was so hopeless at keeping a distance from things. His tongue proved that, sliding into her mouth lethargically and taking a nice, long taste of her before he pulled back.
"I work in the afternoon, \'til midnight," he elaborated then, a light dancing in his eyes as he looked at her. "Why? What\'d you have in mind?" A half grin accompanied the question, all sorts of answers that she might give coming to him, but he didn\'t entertain any of them yet.
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"Just wonderin\' when I\'d have to mosey me way out of bed."
The kiss was returned, but not in a lustful sort of way. It was in a fun, soft, comfortable sort of way. That was just the way she was in the morning though, any other disposition hard to foster before there was breakfast, or at least coffee, in her system. Until then, she would be friendly and lucid, which most people never, ever saw her like. Then again, most people did not see her in the morning. If they had, they might have been surprised.
"\'Ave to take a bath b\'fore work and all."
In her morning fog, Ryanna just said what was on her mind, not thinking about how such a statement would come off. Of course, since she was already naked and all, Ryanna didn\'t see how the thought of her naked might spur anything. It was already right there. Still, Ryanna stopped herself from going into more detail about how she bathed in the mornings, thinking about the warm water she would get later with delight. Baths were always great.
"Not sure what else, yet. Mmmmm....." Ryanna nestled in a bit closer, wanting to take full advantage of John\'s warmth before she had to part with it. It would take a bit to get the fireplace hot enough to heat the water she would need, and then take some initiative to drag in the metal tub she used for bathing into the house, for the heated water to go into. Ryanna really did not want to do that at the moment (though it was still better than the public baths).
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"I\'ll get that organised for you!" he told her eagerly and, dropping another kiss on her throat, he crawled over and got out of the bed. His pants and boots were still on the side of the bad that he assumed was hers (hence the climbing over her, rather than getting decorously out the other side) and he made sure the covers were still over her as he got out, his skin puckering with goosebumps in the chill of the early morning.
He was a little shy about standing naked before her, but he glanced up through his lashes with a grin as he straightened his undergarments inside the pants, then pulled both on at the same time. He made a vague attempt at tying the fly closed as he stepped into his boots (though he was about to go outside and use the facilities so he didn\'t put a lot of effort into it, admittedly) then straightened, that same jaunty smile on his face as he squeezed his fists together, causing his arm, shoulder and pectoral muscles to flex. It was his way of psyching himself up to ignore the cold.
"Save my spot, I\'ll be right back!" he promised her, and strode out of the bedroom. It was rather a lot colder in the main room than their combined body heat had made the bedroom, but he didn\'t mind. He liked the cold, his body temperature was generally a bit higher than most people\'s and he didn\'t feel the need to pull his coat on just yet.
After repacking the fire, he lit the kindling and blew on it to be sure it would take. Replacing the flint and steel, he then hurried outside to the outhouse. He sighed with relief as the hot stream exited his body and he realised he\'d been holding it in a long time - he was the type to frequently get up through the night but last night he\'d slept so well, his body\'s urges hadn\'t been able to rouse him. The smile didn\'t leave his face as he thought about why.
On the way back into the little house, he spied the large bathing tub and so he picked that up and carried it inside while he went. His next mission was to search for water and he did his best to imagine Ryanna getting the heavy tub inside without assistance, to no avail, while he did. Once there was a large pot (or as large as he could find, considering he didn\'t rifle through everything she owned) of water warming over the fire, he went back into the bedroom.
He took a few moments to toe his boots off, then walked around the other side and dove beneath the covers, embracing her with arms he knew were chilled and pressing a cold nose against her throat in an effort to make her squeal. "Mmm, you\'re warm!" he exclaimed with a playful growl, his lips following where his nose landed and his chest rubbing against her as much as she would allow. "It\'s a lovely brisk morning out there. I brought your bath in. So tell me, does your neighbour come over to help you get that in, too? That thing\'s huge!" All he\'d been able to come up with was that the neighbour who served corset duty also served as a bath-carrying helper in her down time as well.
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Organized? It wasn\'t like taking a bath was a huge event. Yes, it took some effort to get set up, but Ryanna didn\'t mind. It kept her on her toes, and helped with keeping her in shape. Ryanna cocked a red brow but did not protest, watching him go with her smile intact (even though he let out some of her warm air while getting out). He was cute, the way he was acting and all. It was like.... a puppy dog, Ryanna decided, laughing mentally, keeping it from coming out though. If she did laugh, he might not bring the bath tub in. That would not be good at all.
"Mhmmm. Spot saved." He was really funny in the mornings, which Ryanna decided quickly. Why would his spot need to be saved? It wasn\'t like she just could randomly summon someone to come and keep her warm while he was gone. Ryanna sighed, shaking her head and snuggling in with the blankets while he went out and about stuff. She considered getting up and pulling on at least a tunic so she could visit the outhouse, but decided the warmth was better, and that if she waited, when she got back from the outhouse she could jump right into the warm bath and be a much happier person. Oh yes, that was definitely her plan now that she considered it.
For a moment she started to slip back asleep, drifting off....
"Ahhhhheeeeeeeeee!!!" Ryanna nearly jumped out of her skin when the cold Freddy wrapped around her, flaring wide awake, eyes huge. His cold lips on her neck had her squirming and writhing, trying to wiggle herself away. "I\'m getting up! I swear! Why?!" Ryanna was shivering majorly, wishing John was all warm for her but knowing that would take a bit. He had gone outside, meaning there was water warming up for the bath. She hoped. It was possible he didn\'t know where she kept the kettles.
"That was mean...." Ryanna stopped wiggling, just sitting still (and shivering) in hopes that he would warm up already. Sheesh. That was not how she liked waking up, and her bladder was complaining about the sudden cold. As soon as John would let her go, she\'d be getting up to go use the outhouse. Oh, she hoped he let her go soon. He was damn cold.
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He saw immediately that his little joke had gone completely awry; where he\'d envisioned her squealing a little and then rubbing him vigourously and hugging him to warm him up, she\'d obviously felt a cold so intense it made her shiver and want to get away from it. Regretfully, he let her go, tucking the blankets back around her sheepishly.
"Sorry," he mumbled, watching her with wide, wary eyes. "I was just... sorry. You\'re not much of a morning person, I take it?" he offered hesitantly, trying to smile and make light of the situation but obviously feeling he\'d gone too far. Although he\'d been loosely entertaining asking her if he could use her bathwater when she finished - to save him doing up his own bath when he got home - he saw now that he\'d probablt do best to get dressed and head out before he made some other blunder that had her grumpy with him.
He didn\'t want it to be his fault that the fantastic memories and feelings from the night before were ruined by morning-after mistakes, if that could possibly be avoided.
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"Awwww, I didn\'t mean ta make ya feel guilty! Jus\' raise some hell...." Ryanna had gone a little overboard with her bitchiness, though he was damn cold. Hmmmm..... Knowing she had to get up soon, and his making her cold spurred it on faster, Ryanna sat up, stretching her arms up, rolling her neck, before sliding off the bed. It did not bother her that she was naked, or that there was better light now, so he could see her properly. Not at all.
It was about time she got up anyway.
"The shop doesn\'t open too early, so I sleep in a lot. That\'ll change if I go for the guards, so, bein\' up now isn\'t too bad." Ryanna shrugged, walking lethargically for where her clothing was stored, riffling through a few things before finding a loose tunic and pulling it on, stretching a little more once it was on. Ah, much better. She heard a quiet click, sounding off that her back was in good placement, only one of her back bones needed to be put into place, which she just did.
"Outhouse."
That was all she said to signal what she was doing as she walked out of her bedroom, and out to the back, her bladder thanking her once it was emptied. Much, much better. However, now her rear was cold, and her exposed legs (and where the draft reached), so she was really looking forward to seeing if the bathwater was warm.
Ryanna came back in, dancing on her feet as if that would help her be warm. It was nice to see how much Freddy did for her, getting everything set up and all. Knowing that was not everything, Ryanna fetched the other kettle for water, getting that set up (with a lot of straining and slow waddling to transport it) next to the fire as well. Soon, the bath would be ready. Yay!
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He watched her get up and stretch, admiring in the early light the smooth look of her skin and feeling a shot of lust go through him at the mere sight of her naked form in motion. Damn, but she looked young and soft... and so desirable. With a sigh, he got up and followed more slowly after her, watching her go outside with a pensive look on his face (that she didn\'t see, obviously). He checked the water he\'d put on, found it wasn\'t near to boiling yet, looked around and wandered over to get his jerkin back on.
He was back standing in front of her weapons rack yet again when she came back inside and immediately set about getting another lot of water on to heat up. He turned to face her, arms folded across his chest because that had been the most comfortable position in which to stand and look at the weapons. "Well," he began, forcing a smile. "I suppose I should head out... "
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Ryanna turned suddenly at those words, looking at the way he was standing, and where he was standing. By the weapons. Interesting. Last night, when he had been trying to distract himself (it had seemed to her), Freddy had been staring at the weapons. There was an undeniable similarity there, though it might have been that the weapons reminded him of something he was supposed to do for work....
"Is som\'thin\' wrong?"
The question was blurted out before her brain had time to screen whether or not she should ask it. Ryanna wrung her hands before her, looking down at the fidgeting things after she asked. There probably was something wrong, so why Ryanna asked... Oh blast it, this was not good at all. Now things were not looking so bright and chipper and nice so more, and Ryanna could not stand this chain of events ending on such an ugly note. Boo to that notion.
"If it\'s about my bitching earlier, I went a bit ove\'the top there, really. I wasn\'t that cold." Ryanna swallowed back the sudden lump that had formed in her throat, blinking a few times before she found the nerve to look back up at Freddy, who looked all dressed and ready to go. After everything that had happened at the Gulbrand Farm, Ryanna had not just wanted an escape, she needed on, and it looked as though her escape was running away. Even if they never fooled around again, Ryanna at least wanted to be friends. This note wasn\'t really getting them there.
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He was reassuring her and denying that anything was wrong even as she spoke, walking towards her hurriedly but stopping a few steps from her, falling silent as she continued to speak. He watched her wring her hands and cringed internally, shaking his head and smiling at her as best he could while arguments tumbled from her lips.
"No," he said firmly, when he could get a word in edgewise, reaching a hand out to grasp her upper arm. "Nothing\'s wrong and I wasn\'t that thrown by your... uh... bitching," he argued with a gentle laugh, having not thought of her protests like that at all. "It\'s just that... well, you have things to do," he broke off slightly, giving a pointed look at the tub nearby, "and I don\'t want to be in your way."
He trailed off with a shrug and a smile, his gaze sliding away from her eyes and landing on her lips as he continued. "If I stayed... well, I have to leave sometime, don\'t I? Might as well be now to... uh, so... well, I need a bath and all as well so... " he blustered, not feeling his words were coming out right but unable to fix it without being blatantly obvious. He scratched a hand across his scalp nervously, pulling an apologetic face at her as he stood before her, feeling big and foolish.
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"Well...."
He was right. She had things to do this morning, and even though she was awake earlier than usual, she probably did not have time for everything. That was her faulty planning though, not any fault of--- damn, but he had a good point.
Slowly, she gave a nod, letting her hands drop to her sides. Ryanna forced a smile, even if it felt a little fake on her lips. "True. We both \'ave our days to get to." She took a deep breath, holding it for a moment while she thought. Surely there was something else she had to say, something else she needed to add to it. There had to be.
"We\'ll at least talk to each other again, right?"
That was her main worry, again darting from her mouth before it could be filtered. Ryanna let out her breath, letting the question cling to the air. Last night met most of the requirements for the classification of one night stand. Ryanna just didn\'t like the never seeing the person again part, even if intimacy didn\'t happen again. It was bothering her, and Ryanna needed to address it now, lest it eat at her all day at work.
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"Oh yes," he assured her, grinning broadly. "I imagine we\'ll do plenty of talking, after last night." He leaned down and kissed her cheek - unless she interpreted the move and turned her head to meet him, which he certainly wouldn\'t fight. Either way, he lingered near her face after the kiss was through, allowing himself the reward of inhaling her scent one last time.
It\'s for the best. She\'s too young for you, and see? Even she doesn\'t care if you never do this again, she\'s just checking that the potential for a working relationship isn\'t spoiled, that\'s all you were. A convenience and a distraction, like always. Don\'t go on at her.
With a smile and a nod, he turned to gather up his coat and cloak and leave.