Food for Thought [Rekka]

[Rowen]

Her lips parted in surprise as he started kissing her fingers. It was sending tingles up her arms, she couldn't get away since he had her cornered. Rekka should have known better as she mentally chastised herself. It wasn't a bad tingle Rekka thought to herself as she continued to watch him kiss her next finger. It was a tingle that sent a shiver down her spine as she leaned back away from him in the only way she could to create space between them.

What was she doing? That thought had Rekka pausing as she stared at him watching. She was alone with L'nuo, and his whole attention was on her. This was not good. She clung to what she thought her last bit of sanity and pushed L'nuo away from her, she wasn't strong enough to push him far but far enough for her to have breathing room. "Go count the women and their fingers you've taken to your wyer before you count me and mine. They're more than willing."

The words came out without warning and Rekka immediately wished to recall them. She turned her back to him curling the hand he'd kissed into a ball it was still tingling from his touch. "I'm not going to be another woman that frequents your wyer L'nuo." If this didn't make him want to never be around her again Rekka honestly didn't know what would.. "You've had your meal L'nuo, that's all we agreed on." She turned her head just enough to see him from the corner of her eye, but she was forced to lift a hand to pull her dark hair out of her way she left it there holding her hair to one side close to her. Her hand was shaking slightly as she watched him.

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L’nuo allowed her to push him away, and he stood watching carefully as she said her words and turned her back to him. Hearing her words, the brown rider stood there thoughtfully. She had certainly put herself in the position, for there were few who did not know of L’nuo’s tendencies. Had she really thought this was not what he’d do? Or was this another part to the game.

Letting her words wash easily over him, for he had heard several variations many a time before succeeding in wooing the women he chased, L’nuo gave her back a smile of simplistic defeat. “You wound me.” He said, his voice soft and smooth. Lifting a hand to her hair, he gave it a single – almost loving stroke.

“But if you wish for me to take another woman to bed, then I will grant you your wish. Just let it be known I would have preferred you tonight. Leaning down to kiss the top of the back of her head, he turned and walked easily out of the storage cavern. His shirt left behind on the barrel he had set it down on.


You flight seems to have been unsuccessful, did another fly better than you? No, Menith. The chase will continue, just not today. You are strange, to stop a flight partway through only to continue later. Why do you do that? I guess it’s a human thing. It adds excitement and a challenge to the chase. I think wings and wind and speed add excitement to the chase L’nuo. You are a very confused individual. Ha! Perhaps I am, Menith. Perhaps I am, but I lack the wings to test your theory. Then we will have to find another willing dragon and I will fly for you. It’s been to long since I’ve taken you on a mating flight, you’ve forgotten the thrill already. If you say so Menith, if you say so. I do.




(((One more post from Rowen in the way of a closing post then this thread is officially closed.)))

[Rowen]

Rekka bit her lip as she watched him go, he'd given up. Rekka lowered her hand as she watched his bare back disappear. Turning slightly she saw the shirt and knew she'd have to return it, but she had a sneaking suspicion he'd done it on purpose. She'd seen him do it before, maybe he truly was forgetful but Rekka doubted it. He played with women constantly, and he played them all well, she had never heard a rumor of a girl ever dissatisfied with him. Rekka picked up the shirt noting the dirt from the times he'd dropped it and let out a sigh.

Not only would she return it, she'd clean it for him. It was doubtful in all his time that he used much of it for the mundane tasks as Rekka did nearly everyday. A thought occurred to her and she set the shirt down without releasing it completely. What if he continued to pursue her when she returned the shirt? Rekka stared down at the shirt her hand tingling her stomach fluttering. Even when he wasn't there she still felt it. "I should have left the hall when I had a chance.." Rekka said more to herself then anyone.

Rekka folded the shirt to carry as she gathered up the cups and fruit Rekka headed back toward the kitchen. She'd have to count the supplies later, when she wasn't so distracted by her own thoughts. His words still echoed in her ears, he'd wanted her and if she'd let him. He would have had her, the thought caused her to shiver. She was going to need to disappear from his view again, to let him forget about her. Though most of the wyer was frugal in this area Rekka had never once been touched in more than the most social of ways.

Her thoughts fled as she walked into the kitchen to disaster. The whole kitchen was in uproar and everyone seemed to be having a problem that they couldn't figure out by themselves even though most of it was common sense in Rekka's estimation. She went to work any thoughts of L'nuo fleeing easily, if only her hand would stop tingling....

((CLOSED! Woo that was fun!))