She shook her head no, no, she had never been more than fifty paces outside of the Back Water. The Old man didn't own her, as it was, but he had raised her, as best he could. Gruff old man that had no idea how to raise a son, let alone a daughter, and a daughter that some elf couple had saddled him with by leaving the toddler in his stable to find. "[color=#2ecc40]You know he doesn't own me, he's told me I'm free to come and go as I please... I mean most people think he owns me, and we've never tried to convince people otherwise, it offers me a little safety if they think the old man would raise a fuss over someone messing up his property. But I keep half my pay, I give the rest to him for helping to keep the Inn open.[/color]"
Besides Ruth, she didn't think anyone else knew she wasn't owned, in a way it worked, but, "[color=#2ecc40]I think I'd like that. Somewhere off the property, but I don't think I'd trust anyone but you to take me, not.. that other's wouldn't keep me safe but.. when it comes down to it, I don't trust but four people in my entire life, and two of em are in this room right now.[/color]" She grinned as he started talking about making Frank chase the pig. Ornery old thing, she was, wanted to roam anywhere she wanted, but Mina had a time keeping her out of the garden where she grew most of the vegetables they served there at the inn. It made her smile, widely, as she stifled a giggle behind her hand. It was nice, Colt.. Colt didn't treat her like she was property, she realized, in that moment. Others there in the Inn, they did, they treated her like property and she knew it. But Colt... "[color=#2ecc40]Sometimes the world is hard to understand, how it is, yeah. The older they are the more... set in their ways they are?[/color]"
She lingered in the touch, after the took the melon from his fingers, and chewed thoughtfully, allowing the lull around the offered food to give her time to come back to his words, to let them sit in her brain for a little bit. He was safe, to her, she was safe with him. She could talk to him, and he wouldn't thing it was just to get more money out of him when she finally bedded him. This was proof enough for her. But it also meant that she needed to be careful not to lead him on. She was who she was, and she didn't want him hurt. She'd see what happened to men when they got hurt by women, some of them were never the same again. They could take a blade to the gut and "walk it off", but woman saying no could turn deadly in an instant. She didn't think Colt would be one to do anything brash, but she'd seen day light and the bottom of too many cups with another before, after a broken heart.
Could she really risk losing him, if, if something happened? She swallowed the mouthful down, finally, licking her lips and then bring the wash cloth up out of the water to wash her nose off, a fresh round of giggles peeling from her, "[color=#2ecc40]That's what I get for promising something I didn't make you promise too![/color]" She stuck a hand down into the water and then tilting it just right, she squeezed, sending a small jet at his side. "[color=#2ecc40]Guess I'll just have to set a lock about myself and see if you can deal with it then, huh?[/color]" She couldn't lose him. As much as she wanted him to pluck her out of the tub and bend her over the table, she knew her life would be less without one of her favorites. She couldn't take the risk, couldn't... let what ever lusty compulsion she felt to bed him, ruin what might be the best thing she ever had in her life. And trying to reign back in her desires, to quench the building ember between her legs, hurt; physically hurt. She could massage the pain away later, like always, but she was thankful for the water, and his presence to help her through that.
Mina took the moment to quickly finish washing herself, before standing up out of the water, making sure that the cloth and her hair covered her sufficiently to not cause either of them a blush, before she went pawing for the towel and wrapping it around herself and stepping out of the tub to the floor. She made sure to move quickly so that she could work at pulling his spare clean shirt over her head and down to almost her knees, all the larger it was on her. "[color=#2ecc40]Tree! It's a dress on me![/color]" It wasn't love, she decided, as she flushed, bringing the edge of the collar of the shirt up to her nose and breathing in his scent. It wasn't love, but it could be, she decided as she smoothed the soft fabric down over her skin, breath catching as she remembered that it had sat against his own sometime recently. It could be, she told herself, as she reminded herself to keep breathing.
She came out from behind the screen, and turned one way and then the other, modeling how long the shirt was on her. "[color=#2ecc40]You make it look fitted, and it's a dress for me. Going to have to find something to cinch it around my waist.[/color]"
Besides Ruth, she didn't think anyone else knew she wasn't owned, in a way it worked, but, "[color=#2ecc40]I think I'd like that. Somewhere off the property, but I don't think I'd trust anyone but you to take me, not.. that other's wouldn't keep me safe but.. when it comes down to it, I don't trust but four people in my entire life, and two of em are in this room right now.[/color]" She grinned as he started talking about making Frank chase the pig. Ornery old thing, she was, wanted to roam anywhere she wanted, but Mina had a time keeping her out of the garden where she grew most of the vegetables they served there at the inn. It made her smile, widely, as she stifled a giggle behind her hand. It was nice, Colt.. Colt didn't treat her like she was property, she realized, in that moment. Others there in the Inn, they did, they treated her like property and she knew it. But Colt... "[color=#2ecc40]Sometimes the world is hard to understand, how it is, yeah. The older they are the more... set in their ways they are?[/color]"
She lingered in the touch, after the took the melon from his fingers, and chewed thoughtfully, allowing the lull around the offered food to give her time to come back to his words, to let them sit in her brain for a little bit. He was safe, to her, she was safe with him. She could talk to him, and he wouldn't thing it was just to get more money out of him when she finally bedded him. This was proof enough for her. But it also meant that she needed to be careful not to lead him on. She was who she was, and she didn't want him hurt. She'd see what happened to men when they got hurt by women, some of them were never the same again. They could take a blade to the gut and "walk it off", but woman saying no could turn deadly in an instant. She didn't think Colt would be one to do anything brash, but she'd seen day light and the bottom of too many cups with another before, after a broken heart.
Could she really risk losing him, if, if something happened? She swallowed the mouthful down, finally, licking her lips and then bring the wash cloth up out of the water to wash her nose off, a fresh round of giggles peeling from her, "[color=#2ecc40]That's what I get for promising something I didn't make you promise too![/color]" She stuck a hand down into the water and then tilting it just right, she squeezed, sending a small jet at his side. "[color=#2ecc40]Guess I'll just have to set a lock about myself and see if you can deal with it then, huh?[/color]" She couldn't lose him. As much as she wanted him to pluck her out of the tub and bend her over the table, she knew her life would be less without one of her favorites. She couldn't take the risk, couldn't... let what ever lusty compulsion she felt to bed him, ruin what might be the best thing she ever had in her life. And trying to reign back in her desires, to quench the building ember between her legs, hurt; physically hurt. She could massage the pain away later, like always, but she was thankful for the water, and his presence to help her through that.
Mina took the moment to quickly finish washing herself, before standing up out of the water, making sure that the cloth and her hair covered her sufficiently to not cause either of them a blush, before she went pawing for the towel and wrapping it around herself and stepping out of the tub to the floor. She made sure to move quickly so that she could work at pulling his spare clean shirt over her head and down to almost her knees, all the larger it was on her. "[color=#2ecc40]Tree! It's a dress on me![/color]" It wasn't love, she decided, as she flushed, bringing the edge of the collar of the shirt up to her nose and breathing in his scent. It wasn't love, but it could be, she decided as she smoothed the soft fabric down over her skin, breath catching as she remembered that it had sat against his own sometime recently. It could be, she told herself, as she reminded herself to keep breathing.
She came out from behind the screen, and turned one way and then the other, modeling how long the shirt was on her. "[color=#2ecc40]You make it look fitted, and it's a dress for me. Going to have to find something to cinch it around my waist.[/color]"
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