A Resolved Heart

Nothin’ Ruth muttered louder, head tilting to figure out how best to untangle her without her face eating dust. And then she was clouding his already fogged mind, of her doing naughty things that caused a wicked snicker, to then only shake his head instead. Justifiable? Oh, he could certainly make it so, he was reckless enough, pushed peoples buttons to the brink.

Still, the skin to skin contact of her ankle - of all things - caused the usual rampant rogue in him to pause, adjust accordingly. She was a lady in distress after all, a bastard wasn’t what she needed right now. Ruth pushed, pulled in places until the swing righted, but somewhere, somehow the elf’s robe snagged, the momentum hurtling the tiny woman at him.

Previously upright and grounded, suddenly Ruth’s shaded gaze met the clear blue sky above with a chuckling wheeze. Ooow. He was gonna have bruises on both sides tomorrow and with a groan he’d toss out, Gonna tell folk you did this on purpose. Not that she’d meant it, it was know gravity worked against him, but it was also in this moment his eyes averted from sky to her, reality settling on exactly where she was.

Weeell, fuck.

Then the wriggling began and it took nearly everything in him to stall the heat and pressing of places, gaining a reaction he’d rather not explain right now. Her flustering though presented enough of a distraction, smirk widening while she fought to free herself, her limbs digging into him with her efforts. Grunting, Ruth’s head rose up, the lenses falling back over to shade his eyes, hide a little. Stop. Moving. His instruction clear, calm while amusement slowly spread across his face. I dunno how you fuckin’ managed it, but if you don’t unsnag my arm, you gonna be flushin’ a whole new different shade with all you’re fidgeting…. And you fucking kicked me. She hadn’t, but it was all he could say to keep this strictly above board and his head in the game.

But noooo, take your time, Spiderbait. I’ll just enjoy the shade changing.