"[color=#2ecc40]Ferelden dogs? Never heard of em, then again, I've not heard of much past the boundaries of the Back Water. Sure, stories when people bring em, but I've never been fifty paces off the old man's land. I don't have his name or anything tattooed on me, like I hear they do in other places, but he keeps me close by. So if you ever see one of these beasties, you catch it and bring it here so I can see it, please?[/color]" She turned up on her side in the tub, towards the partition, hand reaching over to move it aside some more, she didn't like not seeing his face. He was animated when he did talk, and she liked to look.
The soapy water was white now, as she laid in the warmth it offered, cleaner than she had been for the entire day. "[color=#2ecc40]No, you're not Ruth, and I'm happy you're not. Never said I wanted you to be him, just,[/color]" she paused, looking for her next words. "[color=#2ecc40]I look forward to you coming by. Helps me not put a dagger through some people's hands when they annoy me, knowing you might stop by to and from Kirkwall[/color]." She left out the other, feeling like she should.
She reached over and set her hand on his knee, not to stop him from tapping it, but to give him something other to focus on. Her hand didn't move, she didn't try and do anything funny -- there was the unspoken between them now, only cuddles. Some touches, but, when he winked at her, she felt her cheeks go bright red, and she sunk down into the tub just a bit more, watching him over the edge. She was in trouble -- more accurately, he was trouble, but she was in the mood to have a bit of mischief in her life. "[color=#2ecc40]Good. I think I'll like having a night of cuddles. I don't normally get held all night. I'm back in my cramped little nook under the stairs before false dawn, and then up at the rooster crowing. Or the pig creating a fuss in the yard. Damn thing keeps getting out.[/color]"
Mina felt herself relaxing again, hand rested on his leg as she closed her eyes back. Grounded -- she felt grounded in that moment, him there, a touch, and warmth. Maker, she liked being warm. "[color=#2ecc40]Lemme have a bite of the melon?[/color]"
Her eyes found his again, she wanted a bite of something to nibble on, so she could stop the growling in her belly that had just made itself known. The smell of the food, and being clean was doing a world for her, working kinks out of muscles she hadn't realized she had been carrying stress in for the past few days. "[color=#2ecc40]I promise no funny business, thought I won't lie and say the idea of suckle your fingers tips if you offered it to me with fingers didn't cross my mind. You have very, very nice hands Colt. One of these days I'll convince you to run them all over me, but for now I'll play by your rules, rogue.[/color]"
The soapy water was white now, as she laid in the warmth it offered, cleaner than she had been for the entire day. "[color=#2ecc40]No, you're not Ruth, and I'm happy you're not. Never said I wanted you to be him, just,[/color]" she paused, looking for her next words. "[color=#2ecc40]I look forward to you coming by. Helps me not put a dagger through some people's hands when they annoy me, knowing you might stop by to and from Kirkwall[/color]." She left out the other, feeling like she should.
She reached over and set her hand on his knee, not to stop him from tapping it, but to give him something other to focus on. Her hand didn't move, she didn't try and do anything funny -- there was the unspoken between them now, only cuddles. Some touches, but, when he winked at her, she felt her cheeks go bright red, and she sunk down into the tub just a bit more, watching him over the edge. She was in trouble -- more accurately, he was trouble, but she was in the mood to have a bit of mischief in her life. "[color=#2ecc40]Good. I think I'll like having a night of cuddles. I don't normally get held all night. I'm back in my cramped little nook under the stairs before false dawn, and then up at the rooster crowing. Or the pig creating a fuss in the yard. Damn thing keeps getting out.[/color]"
Mina felt herself relaxing again, hand rested on his leg as she closed her eyes back. Grounded -- she felt grounded in that moment, him there, a touch, and warmth. Maker, she liked being warm. "[color=#2ecc40]Lemme have a bite of the melon?[/color]"
Her eyes found his again, she wanted a bite of something to nibble on, so she could stop the growling in her belly that had just made itself known. The smell of the food, and being clean was doing a world for her, working kinks out of muscles she hadn't realized she had been carrying stress in for the past few days. "[color=#2ecc40]I promise no funny business, thought I won't lie and say the idea of suckle your fingers tips if you offered it to me with fingers didn't cross my mind. You have very, very nice hands Colt. One of these days I'll convince you to run them all over me, but for now I'll play by your rules, rogue.[/color]"
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