When he asks if he would be bringing flowers, she stops for a moment, breath caught before she reminds herself to breathe. A gift, more specifically, a gift from him, made her pulse quicken and her lips curl into a soft smile. A gift from him, even something as impermanent as flowers, well now, that was something to be cherished. She instantly was thinking about where the nails were in the shed out behind the stable, where the hammer would be, where she could add a peg in her cubby to hang them upside down from when they started to wilt, so she could dry them out and keep them for .. well, ever.
She'd never gotten a gift before, nothing that wasn't just, payment passing hands. A true gift. And then he was agreeing it would be a date, and her pulse picked up the pace even more, her heart beat loud in her ears, the blood flushing across her cheeks and down her neck even, red enough that it made the dual semi-circles that are nearly scars on her neck stand out even more than normal. "[color=#2ecc40]Anywhere, and I'll go, anywhere, as long as its with you. I can't trust anyone else with something so important, you know. Not my first date. Not my first time off the property. Has to be someone important, to be my first.[/color]"
She didn't have much to give, to anyone, not in the traditional sense. She couldn't give a husband her maidenhead, or even her first sexual experience period. She'd had most everything one could think of done to her, or participated in at this point. She didn't have a lot left to give -- but a date, her first. Her first time off the property, these things she could give to him. They would always be his. "[color=#2ecc40]Really? You've been on boats? Like boats on the sea, where there's nothing but water?[/color]"
She hadn't known that. She had a mild obsession with water, she liked baths as much as she did, and the creek on the property got up to her waist, so it was nice to float in on a hot summer's day. "[color=#2ecc40]Local boy, and local lass, down to the coast and back, broaden the horizon, adventures for a day or two, if I were a bard it would turn into a nice little tune to sing here, local legend.[/color]" And then he kissed the top of her head.
Her heart stopped.
Her breath stopped.
And she felt the creep of redness cross over her face again, nearly vibrating there in his lap at how pleased she was. She couldn't hide it, not a bit, her first inhale back in sharp, quick, stuttered with a gasp and then a giggle, her hands moving to gather up some of the finger foods left on the table. Something easy to enjoy, as she watched him move pillows and blankets. And then when he didn't come back for more, and the invite came, she hooked their mugs, and stepped out onto the balcony, blowing out the candle that sat beside the door, a little less light to help them see better, and she pulled the curtains behind her, drenching them in the darkness of night. "[color=#2ecc40]I like to pretend sometimes, when it's dark like this that I'm somewhere else. People who come through the inn, they say that the sky looks the same, no matter where they are, so.. I can pretend, you know? That I'm somewhere else.[/color]"
She waited a moment for her eyes to adjust before she bent over and set the mugs down next to the chair, and then she eased her way onto his lap, not paying much attention to smoothing the shirt down over her thighs, so when she got comfortable there on his thigh, the fabric had rode up some, leaving most of her thigh exposed to the night air. She grinned as she set herself back into that wing, and put her head on his shoulder, unable to keep the grin off her face. "[color=#2ecc40]The mabari, these intelligent dogs, yes?[/color]"
She'd never gotten a gift before, nothing that wasn't just, payment passing hands. A true gift. And then he was agreeing it would be a date, and her pulse picked up the pace even more, her heart beat loud in her ears, the blood flushing across her cheeks and down her neck even, red enough that it made the dual semi-circles that are nearly scars on her neck stand out even more than normal. "[color=#2ecc40]Anywhere, and I'll go, anywhere, as long as its with you. I can't trust anyone else with something so important, you know. Not my first date. Not my first time off the property. Has to be someone important, to be my first.[/color]"
She didn't have much to give, to anyone, not in the traditional sense. She couldn't give a husband her maidenhead, or even her first sexual experience period. She'd had most everything one could think of done to her, or participated in at this point. She didn't have a lot left to give -- but a date, her first. Her first time off the property, these things she could give to him. They would always be his. "[color=#2ecc40]Really? You've been on boats? Like boats on the sea, where there's nothing but water?[/color]"
She hadn't known that. She had a mild obsession with water, she liked baths as much as she did, and the creek on the property got up to her waist, so it was nice to float in on a hot summer's day. "[color=#2ecc40]Local boy, and local lass, down to the coast and back, broaden the horizon, adventures for a day or two, if I were a bard it would turn into a nice little tune to sing here, local legend.[/color]" And then he kissed the top of her head.
Her heart stopped.
Her breath stopped.
And she felt the creep of redness cross over her face again, nearly vibrating there in his lap at how pleased she was. She couldn't hide it, not a bit, her first inhale back in sharp, quick, stuttered with a gasp and then a giggle, her hands moving to gather up some of the finger foods left on the table. Something easy to enjoy, as she watched him move pillows and blankets. And then when he didn't come back for more, and the invite came, she hooked their mugs, and stepped out onto the balcony, blowing out the candle that sat beside the door, a little less light to help them see better, and she pulled the curtains behind her, drenching them in the darkness of night. "[color=#2ecc40]I like to pretend sometimes, when it's dark like this that I'm somewhere else. People who come through the inn, they say that the sky looks the same, no matter where they are, so.. I can pretend, you know? That I'm somewhere else.[/color]"
She waited a moment for her eyes to adjust before she bent over and set the mugs down next to the chair, and then she eased her way onto his lap, not paying much attention to smoothing the shirt down over her thighs, so when she got comfortable there on his thigh, the fabric had rode up some, leaving most of her thigh exposed to the night air. She grinned as she set herself back into that wing, and put her head on his shoulder, unable to keep the grin off her face. "[color=#2ecc40]The mabari, these intelligent dogs, yes?[/color]"
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