"[color=#ff851b]Oh you bastard,[/color]" she finally barked out, trying not to laugh, because each contraction of her abdominal wall had her wincing. "[color=#ff851b]Stop trying to make me laugh, or are you trying to have me keep messing up your work, so you can keep touching me?[/color]" Reason, and as it leaned, her ability to keep up with what he was saying was coming back to her now, and she was certain that in another moment or two, he'd have her back into good enough shape that they'd be able to get up and move soon. She really didn't want to spend a night on the road without getting all the blood and guts off her. And then there was an extra touch of soothing he gave her, and her muscles relaxed finally as she could allow her insides to do what they needed to do to heal faster. She knew as tense as she was, it was going to hinder his ability to put her back together quickly.
"[color=#ff851b]Wankered Ruth is fun, but I doubt he'd be one to want his back ripped all to shreds. You sound like you do though. Just make sure which ever girl or guy it is you finally get to have that with scrubs out from under their nails first. Not everyone makes sure their hands are as clean as yours or mine. Especially under the nails.[/color]" She shuddered at the thought of having someone with dirty nails stick them up inside her. She was fairly certain that'd cause some pain. "[color=#ff851b]Respectability?[/color]"
Her eyes finally cracked open as she looked him over, when his hands left her skin, letting the area that had been so warm under his gentle touch started to go cold on her, missing the connection and the touch then, as much as it made her insides twist and her mind tell her she still wanted him. She knew better, knew that come morning she'd be so disappointment in herself if she just bed the first man that caught her attention. Mina was easy, it was all kissing, but they never kissed on the lips, only between one another's legs. And then her eyes where shifting downwards to his lips, imagining what they'd feel like, a little rougher than Mina's, stronger, they'd tug at her skin harder, pull more from her than just a tender suckle. He'd put those hands of his back on her, but, that had to be the spider venom talking, making her feel things still. She'd feel differently once it wore off, and she could go back to pretending she couldn't smell the lemongrass and almond on his skin when he was close.
"[color=#ff851b]Is that a promise? Anywhere I like?[/color]" The words left her mouth before she could stop them, before she could reflect on why she had said that, before she realized that she might actually want to have him touch her more. And not just for healing. Why did he had to be so handsome anyway? She hated the way it made her feel, and hated that as soon as they got a little bit down the road he'd slip back behind the masks, hide. Be less the person she had been seeing, been lusting for, in the past few minutes, and more the Ruth he showed the world, and her. "[color=#ff851b]So if I told you to wash all that blood and spider venom off them and make sure you damn near put your entire hand inside me while your tongue made short work of an orgasm, you'd do the gentlemanly thing and hop too?[/color]"
She had been patched up, but she was told she needed to take it easy, and so when the tavern had come into view, she had gone, like told, to shed off her armor and gear and get her soaps and to head to the baths. There was a boy there that was going to clean her armor up, so she could re-oil it herself. No use in her trying to scrub it clean when a couple coppers would buy that chore for her. The oils though, she insisted. She needed to do that herself, to touch each rivet, each joint in parts of the plate to make sure they still sat where they should, would keep her moving properly mid battle. These were small checks she couldn't leave to just anyone. She needed to feel the steel in her fingers, to make sure that another sword wouldn't bite through them in the future. She obviously had taken one too many blows to that plate -- it had been hammered back out too many times already -- it had been a matter of time, she had realized that evening. A matter of time before that plate would fail, and so as soon as she was near enough a forge, she would spend a day melting the metal down, adding more flux and steel powder, and trying to force it back into an ingot, and then draw it back down by hammer into the appropriate shape for the plate.
She headed to the bath room, a towel around her body, and several more in her arms as she padded into the room and made her way to the open tub that had just been drained and refilled for her bath. She knew, that Ruth would be there soon enough, so she wanted to try and get the water as soapy white as possible, to try and obscure her naked flesh as much as possible.
As much bravado as she had, teasing him earlier in the day, rest, blood loss, and the wearing off of the spider venom had her a bit more timid about taking this bath with him now. But she was full of food, patched up, and swore to rest and being clean. And he had saved the kidney after all...
Setting the towels down there, she drew the curtain back, and stepped into the tub before checking to see if anyone was in there. Only once she had both feet in the water, did she lose the towel to the bench there at the side, and she was walking herself down the stairs into the steaming water, sighing appreciatively at the heat as it did instant wonders for her muscles. She slid over onto the seat, once she was shoulder deep into the water, a hand going to her freshly healed side to check the skin, still oblivious to if she was alone or not, all the larger the bathing tub was in this tavern. Stone, and one that one had to walk down into it, it fed up from a hot springs near by. "[color=#ff851b]Oh that hits the spot..[/color]"
"[color=#ff851b]Wankered Ruth is fun, but I doubt he'd be one to want his back ripped all to shreds. You sound like you do though. Just make sure which ever girl or guy it is you finally get to have that with scrubs out from under their nails first. Not everyone makes sure their hands are as clean as yours or mine. Especially under the nails.[/color]" She shuddered at the thought of having someone with dirty nails stick them up inside her. She was fairly certain that'd cause some pain. "[color=#ff851b]Respectability?[/color]"
Her eyes finally cracked open as she looked him over, when his hands left her skin, letting the area that had been so warm under his gentle touch started to go cold on her, missing the connection and the touch then, as much as it made her insides twist and her mind tell her she still wanted him. She knew better, knew that come morning she'd be so disappointment in herself if she just bed the first man that caught her attention. Mina was easy, it was all kissing, but they never kissed on the lips, only between one another's legs. And then her eyes where shifting downwards to his lips, imagining what they'd feel like, a little rougher than Mina's, stronger, they'd tug at her skin harder, pull more from her than just a tender suckle. He'd put those hands of his back on her, but, that had to be the spider venom talking, making her feel things still. She'd feel differently once it wore off, and she could go back to pretending she couldn't smell the lemongrass and almond on his skin when he was close.
"[color=#ff851b]Is that a promise? Anywhere I like?[/color]" The words left her mouth before she could stop them, before she could reflect on why she had said that, before she realized that she might actually want to have him touch her more. And not just for healing. Why did he had to be so handsome anyway? She hated the way it made her feel, and hated that as soon as they got a little bit down the road he'd slip back behind the masks, hide. Be less the person she had been seeing, been lusting for, in the past few minutes, and more the Ruth he showed the world, and her. "[color=#ff851b]So if I told you to wash all that blood and spider venom off them and make sure you damn near put your entire hand inside me while your tongue made short work of an orgasm, you'd do the gentlemanly thing and hop too?[/color]"
[color=#7fdbff]~~~A Few Hours Later~~~[/color]
She had been patched up, but she was told she needed to take it easy, and so when the tavern had come into view, she had gone, like told, to shed off her armor and gear and get her soaps and to head to the baths. There was a boy there that was going to clean her armor up, so she could re-oil it herself. No use in her trying to scrub it clean when a couple coppers would buy that chore for her. The oils though, she insisted. She needed to do that herself, to touch each rivet, each joint in parts of the plate to make sure they still sat where they should, would keep her moving properly mid battle. These were small checks she couldn't leave to just anyone. She needed to feel the steel in her fingers, to make sure that another sword wouldn't bite through them in the future. She obviously had taken one too many blows to that plate -- it had been hammered back out too many times already -- it had been a matter of time, she had realized that evening. A matter of time before that plate would fail, and so as soon as she was near enough a forge, she would spend a day melting the metal down, adding more flux and steel powder, and trying to force it back into an ingot, and then draw it back down by hammer into the appropriate shape for the plate.
She headed to the bath room, a towel around her body, and several more in her arms as she padded into the room and made her way to the open tub that had just been drained and refilled for her bath. She knew, that Ruth would be there soon enough, so she wanted to try and get the water as soapy white as possible, to try and obscure her naked flesh as much as possible.
As much bravado as she had, teasing him earlier in the day, rest, blood loss, and the wearing off of the spider venom had her a bit more timid about taking this bath with him now. But she was full of food, patched up, and swore to rest and being clean. And he had saved the kidney after all...
Setting the towels down there, she drew the curtain back, and stepped into the tub before checking to see if anyone was in there. Only once she had both feet in the water, did she lose the towel to the bench there at the side, and she was walking herself down the stairs into the steaming water, sighing appreciatively at the heat as it did instant wonders for her muscles. She slid over onto the seat, once she was shoulder deep into the water, a hand going to her freshly healed side to check the skin, still oblivious to if she was alone or not, all the larger the bathing tub was in this tavern. Stone, and one that one had to walk down into it, it fed up from a hot springs near by. "[color=#ff851b]Oh that hits the spot..[/color]"
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