A Resolved Heart

Ruth’s brows rose poignantly as she tried to place the blame on him. Oh, so it’s all my fault, is it? Here’s me thinking I was being a gentleman coming to help dear Dora the Damsel. But no, instead she decides to hurl herself at me and use me as a cushion.

Brows wiggled, chuckle soft, But it’s so much fun watching you lose your words. Begs the question if you’re gettin’ rusty. Not been out on the road much these past few months have you? This position was going to haunt him, his own words betraying him as they fell, conjuring further imagery made all the sweeter with her slotted against him.

Ruth swallowed. Don’t think, just talk, the voice in his head muttered, pushing down the blissful sensation of friction when she began twisting more cautiously. The netting eventually came away and he felt the taut chord holding him down give the bonds loosened enough that now only her own self planted him there. Now this was a view, grin flashing filthy until her accusation that he had some sort of hand in creating these situations caused him to laugh, Yeah, I have a fucked up relationship with gravity. You’re just the innocent bystander to get caught up in our latest fight. As if she was innocent in all this. Behind the shades Ruth’s eyes narrowed, torn for once, unable to give into the urge of lifting his head a few inches and stealing a kiss.

But this was Dora. And now she was Nairn’s mechanic, she wasn’t just a casual fuck he could get away with. Nor would he do that, not to her.

Her retreat was welcomed, Ruth’s exhale a mixture of relief and now a growing frustration that he’d have to fix later. The images… might take him a bit longer, he’d muse, maybe a lot longer. Lifting an arm to push the lenses atop his head, Ruth rubbed his face while she giggled helplessly next to him. Uhuh. he’d scoff, head turning some. Oh I’m fine, probably gonna have bruises on both sides, but no organs are damaged if that’s what you’re asking. His words were tempered though as he studied her, the ego in them still tangible but softened as the harshness of his brow smoothed out with a sigh.

Ruth’s gaze returned to the sky above them, limbs stretching out to then lay lax across the ground. ...Whoever designed that needs to get fucked. I hope you didn’t spend good coin on it. Should demand your gold back cos it’s faulty as hell if it can’t handle a Ruth encounter.

@Theodora Oridotti