Re: [St Grumble] Friendly Companionship....right? Right!
Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2019 7:37 am
3rd Loshis, 2719
BRUNNHOLD| AFTER DUSK
BRUNNHOLD| AFTER DUSK
She had noticed the scar on his palm, though in her concern for present day injuries, the red head had cataloged it as part of her ‘Ezre Things To Ask When Sober.’ The teenager winced when the Hoxian answered her questions about how the markings had been made, not at all sure she could handle needles digging into sensitive flesh, imagining the bony area’s would be quite painful indeed. The tone of the other ninth forms voice was different as he stood beside her dripping water and blood onto her rug, the sound of it rolling up her spine and pulsing through her field.
“Ten? Good Lady, your spine?” The red head tilted slightly, taking in the adolescent dorsi and rhomboid major muscles that formed the predominant structures of his back, looking over the circular marking across his vertebrae and taking in the minor bruising on his scapula.
“The only child of Hexxos? I thought that was part of the Hoxian religion. Are you the only one who follows it, or is there only one youth in it. I don’t…I’m not sure I understand.” Her gaze shot upwards from his spine for a moment, her brow drawn and face distraught for a moment.
“When…when do you go home?” Lilanee asked quietly, letting her fingers follow the lines on his arm and distractedly making note of their positioning. If she said she hadn’t heard the soft intake of breath, or felt the shift of firm musculature under her fingers, that would be a blatant lie. Instead, the Hessean let the curious feeling in her stomach curl tighter with the feelings that thrummed through her, the tension in the air so palpable it could almost be grasped. The word anatomy seemed to carry far too much weight in the space between them, and Ezre’s soft words were like trickles of warmth down her tanned skin.
I would very much like you to kiss me again.
Gods why did she say that out loud?! Face burning and blue eyes focusing on the bandage, Lilanee filled the awkward aftermath of her ridiculous comment with a deluge of words, smiling when he mentioned his tailbone. Bones, she could talk bones.
“Coccyx. You probably have, and I can see you’ve got bruising on your scapula. I thought Hoxian’s were better at climbing given the heights you live at.” Lilanee teased quietly as she stepped back from her handiwork, overwhelmed by the sudden lack of manual work to distract her from the very intimate present, turning to the confines of her ribbon ribcage whilst trying to be mature about the whole thing. She needed help, he was here, it was logical.
As the Hoxian teased her back, the Hessean laughed nervously, beginning to move her hands away as Ezre shifted to help. The brush of warm hands on her wrists was unexpected, but not unwelcome, and Lilanee heard a rush in her ears as the blood pumped thickly through her body. She hadn’t entirely thought this through, and now tentative teenage hands were searching across the wet fabric of her outfit, looking for the pins to remove from her garments. Heightened nerves felt every movement keenly, and Lilanee welcomed it all, fascinated by the jolt that ran through her.
“Yes, there.” The young woman said unevenly, exhaling with surprise as the Hoxian moved closer to press his lips against the back of her neck. Letting her eyes slip shut, the red haired Hessean swayed back slightly, nervous and curious and excited and scared all at once. How could the brush of his lips against her neck cause such a lovely feeling within her? As Ezre slipped tattooed hands across her shoulders and downwards to find more pins, his voice hot in her ear, Lilanee swallowed hard and didn’t hesitate to lace her fingers with his.
"Let me help with the rest, Lilanee—"
A small sound escaped her throat, surprising the teenager at it’s unbidden release. Opening her eyes she turned her head first, getting lost in the shadowy pools of his gaze, before coming around to face him and willingly meet his lips with hers. Field pulsing with warmth and heart beating viciously in her chest, Lilanee felt light headed as she felt searching fingertips on the front of her rib-esque structure, mind racing with a thousand thoughts. The removal of wet clothing was entirely required, and having an extra set of hands was invaluable. Biologically, there was nothing either of them had that they hadn’t seen before in their anatomy studies. Granted, the Hessean’s line of interest took her inside the body itself, but she'd still done enough study to know what that had been against the curve of her back. The scientist in her tried to rationalize it all, to make it less of a big deal. So the were getting undressed. So they were kissing. This was fine.
Totally fine.
The firm confidence of the other student’s mouth drew another soft sound from the Hessean, and she leaned to chase him as he drew back to finish his bold request, fingers curling into the wide belt as though trying to keep the Hoxian close. Opening her eyes, the young woman looked down between them with a blush.
“Okay.” She said simply, inviting the surprisingly expressive boy to assist her with the removal of the red dress, the wine stealing away inhibitions in the small confines of her suddenly too warm room. Her aura jittered nervously, and somewhere in the back of her mind the student felt a mild sense of self consciousness. What if she wasn't what he expected under all this sodden fabric? What if he laughed, turned away by the shape of her.
What if, what if?! Enough with the what if!
“Ten? Good Lady, your spine?” The red head tilted slightly, taking in the adolescent dorsi and rhomboid major muscles that formed the predominant structures of his back, looking over the circular marking across his vertebrae and taking in the minor bruising on his scapula.
“The only child of Hexxos? I thought that was part of the Hoxian religion. Are you the only one who follows it, or is there only one youth in it. I don’t…I’m not sure I understand.” Her gaze shot upwards from his spine for a moment, her brow drawn and face distraught for a moment.
“When…when do you go home?” Lilanee asked quietly, letting her fingers follow the lines on his arm and distractedly making note of their positioning. If she said she hadn’t heard the soft intake of breath, or felt the shift of firm musculature under her fingers, that would be a blatant lie. Instead, the Hessean let the curious feeling in her stomach curl tighter with the feelings that thrummed through her, the tension in the air so palpable it could almost be grasped. The word anatomy seemed to carry far too much weight in the space between them, and Ezre’s soft words were like trickles of warmth down her tanned skin.
I would very much like you to kiss me again.
Gods why did she say that out loud?! Face burning and blue eyes focusing on the bandage, Lilanee filled the awkward aftermath of her ridiculous comment with a deluge of words, smiling when he mentioned his tailbone. Bones, she could talk bones.
“Coccyx. You probably have, and I can see you’ve got bruising on your scapula. I thought Hoxian’s were better at climbing given the heights you live at.” Lilanee teased quietly as she stepped back from her handiwork, overwhelmed by the sudden lack of manual work to distract her from the very intimate present, turning to the confines of her ribbon ribcage whilst trying to be mature about the whole thing. She needed help, he was here, it was logical.
As the Hoxian teased her back, the Hessean laughed nervously, beginning to move her hands away as Ezre shifted to help. The brush of warm hands on her wrists was unexpected, but not unwelcome, and Lilanee heard a rush in her ears as the blood pumped thickly through her body. She hadn’t entirely thought this through, and now tentative teenage hands were searching across the wet fabric of her outfit, looking for the pins to remove from her garments. Heightened nerves felt every movement keenly, and Lilanee welcomed it all, fascinated by the jolt that ran through her.
“Yes, there.” The young woman said unevenly, exhaling with surprise as the Hoxian moved closer to press his lips against the back of her neck. Letting her eyes slip shut, the red haired Hessean swayed back slightly, nervous and curious and excited and scared all at once. How could the brush of his lips against her neck cause such a lovely feeling within her? As Ezre slipped tattooed hands across her shoulders and downwards to find more pins, his voice hot in her ear, Lilanee swallowed hard and didn’t hesitate to lace her fingers with his.
"Let me help with the rest, Lilanee—"
A small sound escaped her throat, surprising the teenager at it’s unbidden release. Opening her eyes she turned her head first, getting lost in the shadowy pools of his gaze, before coming around to face him and willingly meet his lips with hers. Field pulsing with warmth and heart beating viciously in her chest, Lilanee felt light headed as she felt searching fingertips on the front of her rib-esque structure, mind racing with a thousand thoughts. The removal of wet clothing was entirely required, and having an extra set of hands was invaluable. Biologically, there was nothing either of them had that they hadn’t seen before in their anatomy studies. Granted, the Hessean’s line of interest took her inside the body itself, but she'd still done enough study to know what that had been against the curve of her back. The scientist in her tried to rationalize it all, to make it less of a big deal. So the were getting undressed. So they were kissing. This was fine.
Totally fine.
The firm confidence of the other student’s mouth drew another soft sound from the Hessean, and she leaned to chase him as he drew back to finish his bold request, fingers curling into the wide belt as though trying to keep the Hoxian close. Opening her eyes, the young woman looked down between them with a blush.
“Okay.” She said simply, inviting the surprisingly expressive boy to assist her with the removal of the red dress, the wine stealing away inhibitions in the small confines of her suddenly too warm room. Her aura jittered nervously, and somewhere in the back of her mind the student felt a mild sense of self consciousness. What if she wasn't what he expected under all this sodden fabric? What if he laughed, turned away by the shape of her.
What if, what if?! Enough with the what if!