"[color=#2ecc40]They look pretty no matter what they're called,[/color]" she told him, as she sank about down into the water and got all the soap out of her hair before coming back up and leaving it over the edge of the tub to drip down into the bucket below. She listened to him moving on the other side of the screen, nearly leaving the tub to check as she heard him start to choke on his food. "[color=#2ecc40]Didn't know letting a man know she wants to be ate like a meal could kill him.[/color]"
"[color=#2ecc40]So if I had been trying to plan a way to get you to drop your trousers and let me suck you like I draw life from the idea of having you spill down the back of my throat all evenin since you lifted me off that table, you'd still sat, only cuddles?[/color]" She reached over to the partition and moved it some so she could look at his face better. She didn't like not being able to see him. And its not like the water wasn't now obscured with soap that he'd be able to see anything. Just her head and hands on the edges of the tub, her knuckles might be white as she death gripped the edge to not cave into her compulsions, but...
"[color=#2ecc40]I like hearing you talk too. You've spoke more words to me in one evening than you have in the entire past year you've been coming by. You and Ruth, only men I like to see swaggering in through my door anymore.[/color]" She didn't specify anything more specific, so it would be left to interpretation of what that meant, she wasn't going to tell at the moment. "[color=#2ecc40]It's almost like your voice is a bit of comfort[/color]."
She shifted in the water, letting her head hang now, truly hang, her neck muscles loose as she quits trying to hold herself upright, her hands going to lay on her belly under the water, eyes drifting closed as she let the water and his voice ease her into actually feeling comfortable, feeling safe. No one else would try and hold her down to a table tonight, and for probably at least a few months, until someone grew bold again. Being a tavern whore had it's dangers, one being not being paid for taken wares. She'd cut a few faces before. People with cut faces typically got a sharp looking at when they came round, until Mina or the old man confirmed if it was a scar from something other than the little dagger she used when things got out of hand. Ruth and Colt had become her favorites, quickly.
One because he used her body oh so well, the other, because he didn't. Stark differences too, height, coloring... there was a reason she had dreamed of being sandwiched between them on many, many occasions. But she was a whore. First and foremost, there wasn't time for love, just, fucking, sex, and if it was all he would give her, cuddles. "[color=#2ecc40]So it seems right that you'd be the one to hold me tonight, look at some stars. Drink some wine, and then I'll be greedy and say you have to hold me the entire time you sleep. I have to get something out of putting you up here tonight, if I'm not going to be gripping the headboard and being told to take it like a good girl, then I at least want to be held all night.[/color]"
She breathed in gently, and then cracked an eye open to sneak a glance at his face, it difficult, because habit made her want to check his posture, body language, his face, after each exchange of words. To make sure she hadn't pressed too far, said too much.
Or if maybe she hadn't said enough. "[color=#2ecc40]I'll take cuddles if it's all you got. Count me in.[/color]"
"[color=#2ecc40]So if I had been trying to plan a way to get you to drop your trousers and let me suck you like I draw life from the idea of having you spill down the back of my throat all evenin since you lifted me off that table, you'd still sat, only cuddles?[/color]" She reached over to the partition and moved it some so she could look at his face better. She didn't like not being able to see him. And its not like the water wasn't now obscured with soap that he'd be able to see anything. Just her head and hands on the edges of the tub, her knuckles might be white as she death gripped the edge to not cave into her compulsions, but...
"[color=#2ecc40]I like hearing you talk too. You've spoke more words to me in one evening than you have in the entire past year you've been coming by. You and Ruth, only men I like to see swaggering in through my door anymore.[/color]" She didn't specify anything more specific, so it would be left to interpretation of what that meant, she wasn't going to tell at the moment. "[color=#2ecc40]It's almost like your voice is a bit of comfort[/color]."
She shifted in the water, letting her head hang now, truly hang, her neck muscles loose as she quits trying to hold herself upright, her hands going to lay on her belly under the water, eyes drifting closed as she let the water and his voice ease her into actually feeling comfortable, feeling safe. No one else would try and hold her down to a table tonight, and for probably at least a few months, until someone grew bold again. Being a tavern whore had it's dangers, one being not being paid for taken wares. She'd cut a few faces before. People with cut faces typically got a sharp looking at when they came round, until Mina or the old man confirmed if it was a scar from something other than the little dagger she used when things got out of hand. Ruth and Colt had become her favorites, quickly.
One because he used her body oh so well, the other, because he didn't. Stark differences too, height, coloring... there was a reason she had dreamed of being sandwiched between them on many, many occasions. But she was a whore. First and foremost, there wasn't time for love, just, fucking, sex, and if it was all he would give her, cuddles. "[color=#2ecc40]So it seems right that you'd be the one to hold me tonight, look at some stars. Drink some wine, and then I'll be greedy and say you have to hold me the entire time you sleep. I have to get something out of putting you up here tonight, if I'm not going to be gripping the headboard and being told to take it like a good girl, then I at least want to be held all night.[/color]"
She breathed in gently, and then cracked an eye open to sneak a glance at his face, it difficult, because habit made her want to check his posture, body language, his face, after each exchange of words. To make sure she hadn't pressed too far, said too much.
Or if maybe she hadn't said enough. "[color=#2ecc40]I'll take cuddles if it's all you got. Count me in.[/color]"
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