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 To Be A Woman (Rune)
Laurelin
Posted: Apr 1 2008, 08:43 PM


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[[Pshhhhhh *waves away* You are nuts. That anatomy is getting to your brain.]]

Her words caught his attention, although not right away. It was not until he finished speaking that they truly sunk in. She was apologizing for asking him a valid question ... why? His brow furrowed slightly, but he made no move to speak of her apology, still too busy thinking of it. Her words had been impassioned, inflamed. She had obviously meant them with all of her being, though he was still at a loss as to why she had felt the need to say them. He had not reacted in anger, he had not been furious with her for asking at all. It was all too easy for him to think of how he would have reacted if their roles had been reversed. He would have done far more than just ask her, he probably would have grabbed her and then asked her. And he never would have left her alone in the camp. She was his. Even the idea of her cavorting with another man left him cold and furious. He would have expected her to react the same way, instead she seemed hesitant, almost lost. Her whole demeanor stuck him as being almost ... vulnerable. Vulnerable? When was Airlea ever vulnerable? She was strong, she had lived on her own, the life of a warrior, for a thousand years. There was no way she could possibly be vulnerable. Yet, he could not shake the idea from his mind that that was what she was indeed.

More than her words, her very body language communicated it, and he took a careful step back from her as she started to speak. Even while he was speaking he had recognized certain actions from her that symbolized what could have been worry, or, as he did truly suspect, vulnerability. The way she had pressed her hand to her forehead ... how she stepped up to him ... the almost deadly seriousness of her gaze ... the way she caught his hands ... her very body language communicated that something was wrong. If only he could understand what emotions were possessed by this woman at that moment. Perhaps then he could reassure her, if that was indeed what she needed. Completely at a loss, he remained silent, his own serious gaze searching hers as she spoke.

He did not reply even when she stopped talking, ending her first thought. Her as an ally ... he could not deny that the thought had not entered his mind before, especially as he had fought her. She would be an incredible ally, however, could he ask her to live that life with him? Just asking her to love him under the circumstances seemed a danger and risk, a situation that could eventually become pain-filled for her. And if they should have children? He doubted that they would, though if there was even the slightest chance ... would it not be better for her to just be his wife? Not his ally. Not someone who worked beside him. Not a fighter, a killer, a person who's life and morals became so mixed up that they soon did not know what made a barrier, whether it be blood or loyalty. Would it not be better for her just to be a wife? Someone who was there at the end of the day, not someone who would be there at the end of his death? He had already accepted he would die by the hands of his own race. He anticipated trials and tortures, he realized just as surely as he breathed that if the guild knew of her, they would use her against him. He was willing to risk his heart to that, just so he might know and love her. Yet he was not sure he was willing to risk everything else. Where the difference lay, he did not know. Where was the difference in choosing a life-long mate and choosing an ally? It was something he could not define, and that bothered him.

When she dropped his hands and stepped away, he characteristically went right with her. Catching her about the waist, he held her, not willing to let her step far enough away that he could not at least be touching her. However, he did not miss how her hands went to her arms in a gesture of uncertainty, nor did he miss the shiver that ran though her at her words when she spoke again. Still he remained silent, pondering. He did not have an answer for her yet, even though her words made sense. However, he was distracted from his ponderings by the point she was bringing to mind. No matter that she had been tortured and had not been broken, just the mere thought of someone doing that to her was enough to make his blood rise in fury and an overwhelming desire to protect her.

And in that instant, he made his decision.

No, he would not allow her to help him. The less danger she was in, that much the better. There was no way he was going to compromise her safety. Never could he allow himself to do that, simply to make himself happy. For, he had to admit, the idea of having her work with him was incredibly pleasing. It was almost too easy to picture, though he forced such images out of his mind. No. He would not risk her. He could not. He refused to. She would just have to understand. This was a road he had intended to walk alone, and he was determined to do so even then. He would die for his cause, he would not ask her to do the same. It had not only been his lack of immortality that had caused him to consider breaking things off with her their second day together. She had stopped him though. And now he was in too deep, his heart was too connected to hers for him to imagine his life being lived without her beside him. But he would not let her fight beside him, not in the context she was asking.

Smiling as she stepped into his arms, he struggled to think how to lighten the mood. Before he could think of anything however, she started talking again, addressing one of his final questions. He digested the words slowly, pondering them before filing them away in his mind to think on more later. Still intending to lighten the mood, he turned his attention to other things. He pulled her tighter against him, practically crushing her to him as he grinned. "You, my dear, are staying here, just so you are aware. You had no need to ask for my forgiveness, I would have questioned you if someone had said such a thing to me. It was reasonable, and if I ever gave you reason to think it was not, I am the one in need of forgiveness, not you. You had every right to ask me.

"And about Eachna. As meaningful as that information may have been, and I do thank you for it, I am finding other matters to be of a greater importance ..."
Letting his voice drift, he lowered his head and brushed his lips across her chin, then slowly trained them across her jaw. Pressing his lips to her neck, he started to kiss her slowly, savoring her. He was unsure of how she would react, however he had more important concerns right at that moment. Such as if this would distract them both, perhaps enough to make her forget that he had not answered her wanting to work beside him. He found the idea of never answering her actually easier to consider than the thought of telling her he would not allow her to do so. Continuing to hold her tightly, he kissed slowly down her neck until the cloak interfered. Raising his head, he frowned slightly, though he was obviously teasing, then shrugged and caught her mouth with his.


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Drydan
Posted: Apr 2 2008, 03:51 AM


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The way Airlea was behaving towards Rune was almost…strange. Actually. No. It was strange. Since when was she so…so…(pause) sweet? Contributing her strangely appeasing attitude to the mere fact that she had missed Rune terribly and didn’t want any sort of conflict with him as well as the fact that she was fatigued, Airlea ignored the fact that she was being uncharacteristically even-tempered and mild. Ah well, perhaps she was inadvertently making up for her rather glorious display of rage earlier that day? Whatever it was, she was rather surprised at how nicely a conversation could flow without the interruption of fits of anger. Had she been her usual, fiery self, Airlea suspected that this discussion with Rune would have had a very different feel…and outcome. As it was, several touchy subjects had been breeched with mildly little damage.

On that line of thought…It meant a lot to Airlea to have Rune at least consider what there options would be in the future. How was everything to work out? Airlea knew nothing but being a Dunshea. She had held that identity for so long that she was unsure if she was capable of doing anything else; Rune was also devoted to his work. Could they both carry on with there previous lives and still be together? Would one of them have to quit and simply follow the other? Would they work together? Of course, there was always the option of both of them simply discarding their current lifestyles, changing identities, and moving onto something different. Surprisingly, Airlea was not opposed to that idea at all. She had had a thousand years to be Dunshea and work that life. While she knew nothing else, she was no coward who feared change. In fact, the thought of moving forward onto something different was rather exciting. However, from Rune’s tone, he was committed to this double identity that he had created for himself. Airlea doubted, despite the risk he was in, that Rune would want to leave the guild and Olin Enna any time soon. She knew how men liked to feel needed. She knew that he probably thrived off the adventure, the risk. Although it made their future uneasy, Airlea understood Rune and his type of lifestyle too well to condemn him for his choices.

Deciding that they didn’t need to sort out their entire future this night, Airlea let Rune change the direction of their focus without comment. Her thoughts slipped to the back of her mind for later pondering and sorting. There would be time enough over the coming months and years for them to sort out how exactly they were going to make a life together. For now, Airlea was fully willing to embrace Rune’s change in topic. She had missed him sorely over the last week and thus was incredibly willing to exchange words for kisses.

As Rune’s lips first brushed over her jaw, Airlea’s lips parted slightly as her lashes fluttered closed. Her hands sliding up his chest slowly, she rested them against his strong pecks. Tilting her head back minutely as his mouth grazed across her jaw, she wantonly encouraged his slow traverse down her neck. A purr-like sound of pleasure vibrated in her throat as the hot warmth of his mouth dipped down across her neck. When his descent stopped, Airlea’s eyes opened. At the frown that suddenly covered his lips followed by his shrug, a low laugh reverberated out of her as she stepped closer into his arm. Airlea was not a woman who was shy of making her feelings…or pleasure, known. She didn’t internalize anything. Perhaps that was what made her so vibrant, so full of life. She was constantly expressing herself. The sounds that Rune coaxed out of her with his tantalizing mouth were no exception. He pleasured her…and she was not afraid to let him know. Tilting her head to accept Rune’s mouth as he bent his head over hers’, Airlea took his mouth hungrily. Her lips parting, she demanded his pressure as she lifted a hand to the back of his head and held him to her mouth. Her tongue and lips passionately re-acquainted themselves with the heavenly kingdom that was his body. Airlea left no part of his mouth untouched. Her feel was both hungry and demanding.

When the need for air finally forced her to release Rune’s head, Airlea moved her lips from Rune’s only to slide her warm, moist mouth across the line of his jaw. Her route was similar to the one he had taken. Pausing to rub her smooth cheek against his neck, she turned her face and lifted her lips to tease the curving lines of his ear. Pressed against him thigh to head, Airlea melded her womanly curves delightfully against the hard, male planes of Rune’s body. He was paradise…her paradise. Sometimes talking was overrated…

ooc: and I bet you thought I was kidding... wink.gif


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Laurelin
Posted: Apr 3 2008, 12:00 AM


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[[I shall never doubt you again ... wink.gif ]]

His relief at her compliance was great. He normally did not so obstinately change the tone of their interactions, they usually were in a playful mood already before he ever kissed her. An already lighthearted exchange was somehow needed, he had difficulty changing the mood over from a serious one to more of a ... well, fun one. Expecting her to feel the same way, he was shocked when she did not protest at his sudden decision to kiss her, though he welcomed her acceptance greatly. There was no possible way he was going to complain about it. Not when she was so willing to let the subject drop, and to press further into his arms.

The subject did seem to be dropped, thankfully. If she had worried about it more, he was certain that she would have pressed him and asked for a reply. Though, he had to admit that she was more than likely aware that he would need time to think about it, not that he was going to use that time to actually do so. His mind had been made up, and there would be no changing it. Rather, his determination only became further ingrained as her hands moved up his chest. For some reason, the gesture seemed incredibly feminine. And while he was aware that she was not some fragile creation of porcelain that needed protecting, she was still enough of a woman, more than enough of a woman, for him, as a man, to want to protect and to keep her. To join the hundreds of leagues of other men that had protected their women for years and years, at times even fighting to their deaths for the wives. He would do the same, he determined it. He would continue to work the muscles that she was touching - what did she think of them? He could not help but wonder - he would grow stronger, more capable. He would become the sort of man that she could love and admire, respect and accept. Her respect was coveted by him, he felt somehow that if he did not have that, her words of love would have no meaning. The fact that she was older only served to increase his determination. There was a feeling, a nagging doubt in him that he could not be good enough for someone that much older. He felt he was going to have to work to be the sort of man that even started to deserve her. Not that he ever would. However, it was a goal. He wanted her to be proud of him. And he was more than willing to work for it.

Pushing such distractions from his mind, he focused completely on her. It seemed that he could not get close enough to her as he held her to him tightly, her accepting his kiss making his own increase in intensity. What had started out as a slow and measured kiss grew to something more, something slightly unnameable. The slight tilt of her head called to him, as did the soft sound that had first escaped her when his lips had been occupied on her neck. That they continued increased his confidence, and therefore so did his slight dominance over her as he kissed her, Airlea's touch and actions only spurring it on as she held the back of his head as to cause him to be closer to her. He responded to her request happily, firmly pressing his lips to hers as their mouths became tangled in an intricate embrace of touches. Fire spreading through him, he felt practically engulfed in her presence, all thoughts of their future, her knowledge of his identities, Eachna, everything flying out of his mind, to be replaced only with her and thoughts of her. She consumed him, he could not see beyond the body that was pressed to his, the mouth that was demanding his passion, and the hands that were resting on his body, seeming to send fire just at their touch. Still kissing her, one hand left her waist and moved, finding her jaw and gently cupping her face, encouraging her head to tilt back a little further.

Letting her go when she pulled back from him, Rune brushed his lips across her in a parting gesture, then was completely immobilized by her next movement. He had not expected it, and the feel of her hot and seductive mouth moving across his jaw in such a way actually elicited a groan from the back of his throat. His hand dropped back down to her waist as his eyes closed, her every touch starting to become more overpowering than the last. The feel of her smooth cheek rubbing against his unshaven one, her lips taunting his ear, the feel of her breath tormenting his skin was all the very epitome of seduction. She had absolutely no idea what she was doing. Caution ringing in his skull, he nevertheless drew her closer to him, letting her body melt against his in what felt like absolute perfection. Heedless of their circumstances, he reached up and carefully undid the bone clasp in her hair, experience with letting down many a woman's hair causing no effort to be needed on his part, therefore sending her red waves tumbling down around her shoulders and back. Burying his fingers in it, he continued to let her do as she pleased to him, though he was secretly vowing revenge for putting his body through such delicious torment.

Considering his options, he decided to start teasing her right then, starting to run his fingers through her hair. If his unreliable memory was to be trusted, she had practically melted when he had done it before, and he was intent on seeing if he could manage to achieve the same response again. He did not want to end their activities, he simply wanted to see how much of his tender touching of her that she could stand before she melted. Leaving one hand to continue to slowly run through her hair, he placed his other hand on her waist, slowly moving it up and down. Leaning back against a tree, he enjoyed her to keep her body pressed completely against his, continuing to let her do what she wished. There was no doubt that he would not get her back later.

[[I can't proof right now, sorry for any mistakes! And I might not get a post in tomorrow, just so you are aware. Tomorrow is going to be completely crazy, so it is rather ... questionable. I apologize! *hugs*]]


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Drydan
Posted: Apr 4 2008, 07:35 PM


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Rune's groan was like a toxin to Airlea's brain. She felt the tremor beneath the sensitive touch of her lips. The physical conformation of his pleasure was delicious music to her senses. Strangely, she found that giving Rune pleasure had the equivalent effect on her own body. Perhaps it was just another sign that they were so perfectly made for each other. Their bodies not only rejoiced in the touch of the other, but in touching. Their pleasure was shared between them freely, and Airlea felt the sensations coursing through Rune almost as strongly as she felt her own. It was almost telepathic, but it wasn't that. It was simply an irreversible connection between their minds, souls, and bodies. Her own eyes closed, Airlea explored his face with the feel of her lips. His touch on her body, his presence, caused her breaths to come in shallowly.

She didn't realize his intent to unbind her hair until she felt his fingers move to the tight knot at the back of her head. It was a complex and intricate weave. With hair as thick and long as Airlea's, simply pinning it up was not an option. Her mouth stilled against his jaw as she felt his fingers deftly sort through the dark red masses. Within moments, the long locks were falling from their bondage and cascading down to her hips. Rune's finger's followed the downward spiral of her hair, raking through the endless tresses as he hand-combed through them.

Leaning her head forward, Airlea rested her cheek against Rune's shoulder, utterly content to bask in the utter pleasure of having his hands in her hair and his body against hers'. She loved it. A soft noise of pleasure sighed past Airlea's slightly parted lips, the tone almost musical. Sliding her arms up around his neck, she melted against him, allowing Rune to half support her as she simply lounged in his embrace. While some women may have preferred back massages, having their feet or neck rubbed, that was not the case with Airlea. While admittedly, she had never had those things done to her before, she could not imagine anything more relaxing or utterly blissful then having Rune runs his hands through her hair. The feelings of his fingers against her scalp, then the gentle pull as he ran them down her length, it did to her like nothing else. It was like a sedative.

Her head on his shoulder, Airlea rubbed her lips affectionately against the skin of Rune's neck before placing a kiss there. The next words Airlea spoke did not have the disadvantage of breaking the spell of the moment. While most utterances would have broken the beauty of the scene, the tone of Airlea's voice, so utterly at peace in his arms and muffled only by the fact that her lips were against his neck, were most fitting, "I missed you."

She had stated this several times now, but somehow, this time, there was more to it. Airlea had come to the conclusion that the only possible way for her to be happy, ever again, was to be with Rune. No matter what that entailed. Even if she was not to become his partner, even if he refused to marry her...she doubted her heart would ever heal if they were to separate. Somehow, it seemed as if her very soul had melded herself into his and was only part of her body if he was near. To loose him...would be like to loose the very essence of herself.


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Laurelin
Posted: Apr 5 2008, 08:01 PM


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He realized, suddenly and strangely, that he felt content. It was not that he was unused to contentment. Not by any means. It was more that his life was normally exciting, lived to the fullest, not a moment of rest or concern for any needs besides food. He enjoyed the adventure, enjoyed the thrill and adrenaline that came either from a fight for survival, or a run for pleasure. Rune was hardly ever able to sit still, he found he much preferred a life that was active. He was constantly training, working on building muscle and dexterity. The harder something was, the more it made his heart pound, and therefore the happier he found himself being. He loved nothing more than a challenge, something he had to work for.

So really, it came almost as no surprise that he greatly enjoyed the heart pounding that could be achieved by a woman's touch. It fit into his lifestyle and ideals, he appreciated how certain affection driven movements and touches could make his breath cease, how it made his heart feel as if it were beating so fast that it would stop altogether. He was finding more and more that as much as he had enjoyed the touches of other women, Airlea's were by the far the most potent. It was as if everything she did was new, as if he had never been kissed before, as if he had never kissed before. There was something about her, her actions, her love, that made all the difference in the world, and it was a difference he could not explain, that he could only enjoy.

Yet, for as much as he enjoyed her most seductive actions, it was the contentment that he found in that moment that truly surprised him. It was not so much that he was surprised that she made him content, though he hadn't really thought of it happening before. It was that he could be still. He could stand there, with her in his arms, her not doing a thing to him, and he could be perfectly and completely at peace. He didn't have to be doing an exercise that was strenuous. He did not have to be kissing her with desire. He could stand there and be perfectly and completely calm. And happy. He had expected that they would each make the other happy, but this ... calm ... this intimacy, was not something he had ever contemplated. Perhaps it was because he had been ill during their previous days together, but he found himself completely stunned by just how intimate they truly were. There was a deepness in his regard of her that he had never considered before. Something was between them, something strong, yet something incredibly sweet, if he dared to think in such terms. He loved her. Never had the fact of that seemed so realistic. It was not just a love comprised of lust that they were experiencing, though he had never really thought that. It was true and actual love. And they shared it.

As all this flew through his mind, he continued the slow and easy movement of running his fingers through her hair, appreciating how she melted against him. The soft sounds pleasure that occasionally escaped her lips signified to him how much she truly did enjoy his touch, and he found himself vowing that he would do this to her every day of their lives together. In fact, he would make it his task to brush her hair for her every night, just as he had done before. While the motions of doing that might not have been so pleasurable for her as this was, the act was the same, and in his mind, it would work just as well. And, there would be nothing to stop him from continuing to run his fingers through her glorious hair while they kissed, would there? A soft and devilish grin teased at the corner of his mouth as he looked down at her, loving how she felt against him. Her body pressed against his just so, her arms twined around his neck ... the moment seemed absolutely perfect. Almost too perfect. He half expected Eachna to come stomping through the underbrush to ruin the moment between them.

Pushing such thoughts away, he gently kissed Airlea's temple, refusing to let worries of that irritating girl to bother him. Everything about that moment felt completely right. He found nothing seemed more fitting than her lips on his neck, even though she was not doing it in a way to tempt him. Her softly spoken words only accented his feelings. Slipping an arm around her waist while the other continued to move through her hair, he held her close to him. "And I missed you. I will never leave you again, I cannot. Which means you can't kick me out of your home at any point, understand?" His voice was teasing, though there was an underlying seriousness. He could not live without her, without this. Now that he had experienced love, he knew that there was no doubt that he would be completely lost without this woman. However, that did not mean that he was ready to rush into a proposal, or a marriage. He had lived on his own and only for himself for far too long, it would take a little while to be ready for such an event. He could only hope that she would not grow too impatient with the wait. The chances of her growing too impatient seemed remote though, she had not really mentioned marriage either, as far as he could remember. Perhaps they both wanted time.

Pausing in running his fingers through her hair for a moment, he brushed some hair out of her face, looking down at her as best he could because of their positions. It was a little difficult to look on her easily when she was resting her head on his shoulder, but he was able to see enough of her that he was slightly satisfied. Returning his hand to her hair, he held the back of her head instead of running his fingers again through her brilliant locks. "You are so beautiful." The words were softly whispered, almost reverently. It was more than obvious that he meant every word spoken to the very depth and core of his being.


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Drydan
Posted: Apr 6 2008, 01:40 AM


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As Rune's voiced rumbled a reply close to Airlea's ear she smiled slightly. There would be no need for her to 'kick' him out of her home. For while they were returning to the city of her heritage and birth, Airlea did not have a home. It was forbidden for Dunshea to own more than they could carry with them. Frivolous items were frowned upon. Anything that suggested vanity was instantly destroyed. They were to live by their weapons and their honor. The idea was that material items and a comfortable home would distract them from their purpose. Therefore, ever since joining the Dunshea, Airlea had never personally owned anything more then her weapons, her cloak, and her traveling gear. Technically, she didn't even own Valzaan. He was on permanent loan from the magician's guild for as long as she needed him. However, that didn't' change the fact that she didn't...couldn't...even own a horse.

The fact that Airlea had even stopped that day she met Rune to admire the beautiful green dress was an oddity for someone of her sect. Airlea was slightly unusual for a Dunshea, however. While she complied mostly to the rules, she had never forbidden herself small pleasures. As Rune had probably noticed, her hair was always scented. This, to those of her order, was vanity enough to be near sinful. However, Airlea had always been stubborn in that small way. While the Dunshea had tried to brainwash their members into believing material items and luxuries were the source of many sins, Airlea had different ideas. She enjoyed beauty, and liked the feel of silk on her skin or rose-like senses in the air. Obviously, she never acted on her desires to actually make a home for herself or adorn her body in anything less than battle-gear. Still...if she could have led a different life, Airlea knew she would have enjoyed some of the more feminine things most women did, such as choosing pretty materials, decorating their hair, wearing jewelry...that sort of thing.

Thus, Rune's threat that she could never kick him out struck Airlea as wryly funny. She had no home to send him out of. However, even if she did, she felt safe promising that she never would, but she couldn't resist teasing him in return,

"No? And what if you forget to take out the garbage for me?"

It was such a normal comment. By "normal" I mean something that two regular people might say to each other. People who didn't live by the sword and who had homes. Neither Airlea nor Rune really had that, and yet, Airlea's words made such ideals not seem so very far away.

Airlea felt Rune's arm slip around her waist, tenderly cradling her body against his. Shifting her weight to one foot, she relaxed the other. The utter contentment and peace that she found in his arms was remarkable. If someone had told her, that one day she would find this kind of sanctuary outside of...well...death, Airlea wouldn't have believed them. To think, that such peace and happiness could be found in a man's arms was almost unthinkable, but here it was. Truly, Airlea was happier in this moment than she could ever remember being. She felt cherished and loved.

Airlea knew Rune loved her. It wasn't just lip movement when he spoke words of love to her. She knew, down to the depths of her heart, that he meant them. As he murmured gently to her that he thought she was beautiful, Airlea lifted her head to settled her lips against his. She teased his mouth lightly for a moment, her lips rubbing against his before she set her mouth a little more firmly to delight him with a real kiss. Eventually lifting her lips slightly off his, she gave him a parting peck. Her green eyes held an undeniable peace and utter contentment in them as she smiled ever so slightly. Her lips didn't have to smile, her eyes already were.

"Thank-you"

Her eyes suddenly twinkling, she grinned mischievously up at him, "and you are beautiful too!" At the look on his face, Airlea giggled...yes...giggled. She knew full well that Rune probably wouldn't take to being called something as feminine as beautiful, but he was a gorgeous specimen of a man. However, she had a fairly good idea that he knew that. Quite honestly, Airlea thought he was by far the most handsome man she had ever met. Tapping him playfully on the nose, she recanted,

"I'm kidding...I think you are impressively strong, delightful company, way to charming, and perfectly, ruggedly handsome. Is that a better compliment?"

The sparkle in her eyes was as fetching as her words.


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Laurelin
Posted: Apr 10 2008, 01:49 AM


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A laugh that was completely mirth escaped him at her teasing threat. So she would kick him out of the house over something so minuscule as the trash, would she? Strangely enough, he could see it happening. The thought of so easily picturing them as living in a domestic situation made him pause, though it was not enough to alarm him. Thinking such things was becoming regular, therefore some of the alarm that had first accompanied them had dissipated. Still, it was enough to make him have to stop and to think, so unusual was the idea. If someone had told him before he met her that he would actually fall in love and be willing to marry and settle down with one woman, he would have laughed them off and excused their statement as a joke. He never would have dreamed that he would actually consider such an action, let alone be alright with taking out the woman's garbage. Perhaps that was part of the reason for his mirth over her statement, although in all truth he doubted it. Her comment was just too ... her, in a way, for him to find it anything but enjoyable. His tone remaining teasing, he answered her cheekily. "Then I shall simply kiss you until you aware of nothing else." His eyes twinkling, he seemed for all the world to mean it. In all truth, he did. There was no possible way that he would ever let her be angry with him, especially not over such a trivial matter. However, neither did that mean he would willingly take out the garbage for her. Such domestic duties were for women.

Such thoughts and determinations were quickly pushed from his mind as she kissed him, his eyes closing slowly as she teased him, teasing which he made no effort to return. Not until she truly kissed him did he let himself kiss her. His arm tightened slightly around her waist as he kissed her gently, yet thoroughly. When she finally pulled back, taunting him with a soft kiss in parting, his mouth followed hers and he procured one more short kiss before pulling back. A slight grin turned up the corner of his mouth in an adorable expression when he saw the look in her eyes, and he pressed his lips to her forehead as she thanked him.

The moment seemed absolutely perfect, and his contentment only grew. He could still faintly hear the dull thud of Eachna's rocks hitting trees in her wrath, meaning she was occupied. He had the most beautiful woman in all of Fynrir and Albaeir combined cradled in his arms. And best of all, she loved him, just as he loved her. He could foresee no way that the situation could degrade, nor could he see any way that it would get better. It was almost too easy to visualize the rest of their lives flowing on like this ... days filled with love and passion as they simply basked in each other's presence. He realized with a start that he could quit the guild, that he did not even need a typical job. More often than not he left the running of his inn to the capable employees he had hired, leaving him with the freedom to work for the guild or to travel as he saw fit. That life would not need to change now that he had found her, in fact he remembered staying still had been a concern for her. She wanted to move about and explore, just as he did. Adventure was in their blood, perhaps that was one of the reasons they were so suited to the other. The inn would provide all the money that they might need, while maybe not all their wants, but they would have enough to live off of. Such an idea left him infinitely pleased. Somehow he could not see her parading around like a ruffled peacock in silks and diamonds. He would not have enough to give her that, but he honestly did not think that she would want it. No, she struck him as being much too practical, although he knew he was succeeding at making her more feminine than he suspected she had been for a while. Never the matter, all that was important then was the fact that he had her and held her heart. And she, in turn, loved and respected him.

Or did she? The thought that she might not honestly ran through his mind at her next words, and he pulled back from where his lips had been resting on her forehead sharply. If he had known how clearly his shock showed on his face, he would have been horrified, yet it was very clear that he was shocked, insulted, and trying to digest her comment. He easily read the mischievousness that made up her entire expression, and while he found such a look becoming, he was still not entirely pleased with it. Her giggling did little to help matters, and he glared at her, acting angrier than he probably actually was. In all truth, he was not at all angry, but beautiful?! By the goddess, he knew he was good looking, very good looking, but to be called beautiful was a severe affront to his ego. Not sure if he actually wanted to question her on the truth of her words or not, he continued to stand there, looking for all the world like a fool. Perhaps because he felt like one. To think, he had just been sure that she respected him! And then she called him beautiful!

Her next actions calmed him slightly, relief filtering in through him. Ah, so she had only been joking. That was good, though he had to admit that his pride was still stung, however the delicious sparkle in her eyes did much to soothe it as he slowly relaxed, letting her words of praise sink in. Grinning gamely at her once again, as he was assured that she had in fact been teasing, his ego felt faintly restored. His own gaze turned positively devilish, perhaps more so than she ever would have seen it being.

"Yes, a much better compliment. I am quite pleased with it. Though, after your first compliment I think I need many more like your latter ones. I'll get you for that later." He was obviously teasing, outwardly anyway, although he was not completely joking. His mind had been working, searching for a way to pay her back, and he thought he very well might have stumbled across something. Grinning mischievously, he lightly kissed her nose. "Will you kiss me now?"

[[Once again, not much to work with. I apologize!! I wanted him to do more, but he refused, saying it was out of his personality. I decided to acquiesce. Sorry. If you need more to reply to, let me know please. sleep.gif ]]


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Drydan
Posted: Apr 11 2008, 08:43 PM


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Rune's expression of shocked, insulted, and completely affronted outrage struck Airlea as hilarious. Tilting back her head slightly, she laughed freely at his expense. The look on his face was utterly priceless. If she had been a little more bothered at the chance of upsetting him, perhaps she wouldn't have laughed. However, Airlea was hardly afraid of his anger and she wasn't about to deny herself the pleasure of enjoying his horror. No...it was too perfect!

Laughter still bubbling out of her, Airlea shook her head, her green eyes sparking as Rune made a rather grouchy reply. Not ready to give up her joke, she continued to taunt him teasingly,

"Oh, did I hurt your feelings?" Airlea's voice clearly conveyed that she did not mean those words seriously at all. Her giggles further compounded the fact that Rune was still at the brunt of her toying. Reaching up, Airlea feigned sympathy as she cradled Rune's cheek in her palm and leaned forward to peck him on the lips, "Can someone not take a joke?"

Her eyes still laughing at him, Airlea brushed her lips over his in a light, passing touch. She had never seen Rune look so insulted before, and the results had been so worth any revenge that he may decide to deliver later on. Running a hand through his hair, Airlea settled it on the nape of his neck. Her cool, yet delicately feminine fingers rested lightly on the pale skin of his nape. Looking in Rune's eyes and still reading the insult there, Airlea couldn't quell the grin that was still playing on her lips. How she loved him. She loved how they could speak seriously to one another, how they could understand each other without speaking, how they could move and fight together, how they could quietly find comfort and peace in each other's presence, and then how they could so lightly tease each other.

Lifting her delicate index finger, Airlea traced the outline of Rune's lips, the teasing smile on her lips fading slightly as she felt his warm breath brushing over her finger tip. Her voice dropping to a huskier tone, she nodded, a small smile still playing on her lips even as she heard Rune's request,

"I think I will..."

Moving her hand to rest against his jaw, she raised her mouth to his and molded her lips against Rune's. Her mouth melding to his, Airlea kissed him with all the love that was in her heart as well as the humorous spice that was still giggling inside of her.

ooc: Errrr...sorry about the post. My muse is suffering at the moment *hits exams*


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Laurelin
Posted: Apr 12 2008, 06:50 PM


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[[Aww, it's fine, no worries! You want me to kill the exams for you??]]

Ah, so it was not enough that she openly mocked his physique, now she was laughing at him. Another step in his plan of revenge unfolded in his mind, truly, he was going to get her, and get her good and well. He knew her well enough by then that he rather supposed he knew at least a few of the things that irritated her. Therefore he also suspected that it would not be too difficult to employ them against her. She was certainly doing the same to him, surely she knew what her mockery was doing to his egotistical mind. Yes, he was certain that she knew only too well what it was exactly that she was doing, she was too calculating for her to be unaware of her actions. Still, even though it was at his expense, he had to admit a certain gladness at hearing her laugh so freely. She seemed completely relaxed around him, which he found to be a good thing. He honestly could not have imaged her acting in such a way just a week before, and the fact that she could laugh so seemed to testify just how deeply her feelings for him ran, and just how much she truly did love him.

At her response, Rune's eyes narrowed slightly. Oh, but she was asking for it. Surely she knew how deep his mischievousness ran, and while it was not usually maliciously directed, there were moments where he could be downright devilish with it. Unfortunately, she was spurring such a reaction in him. While he would never dream of hurting her, either physically or emotionally, he was just as capable of taunting her as she was of taunting him. However, having been around women as much as he had, he was also aware that the need for care was present. They tended to be very sensitive creatures, and even though he knew she was strong, she was still a woman.

Her mocking comments spurred him to pretend to glare at her. "Your words are cutting, woman. I suggest our next project, since you have obviously learned to smile, is your sympathy." His words, while slightly biting, were kindly spoken, there was obviously no malice in them at all. She was no longer his project, though he did fully intend to try to keep pushing her in the direction of femininity. She was heading toward that abstract concept quickly, and he appreciated watching the journey. Already she submitted to him in ways that she would not have done before, although he knew that she was still very much in control of a good deal of their situation. An equal part with him, actually. Neither had yet become the dominate partner, though he was vying for that position and had every intention of securing it. It was his by right, as he as the man in their relationship. And gracefully taking it over was going to be quite the challenge, as he suspected he would need to do it without her noticing. Thankfully, there was little that he enjoyed more than a challenge.

Striving to continue to act insulted, even though his ego was at that point only slightly bruised, Rune resisted her touch. It was only with difficulty that he did so, however. Her lips on his, her hand running through his hair, her hand resting on the back of his neck ... all of that seemed poignant and stronger than normal, perhaps because he was struggling to ignore her out of a pretend anger and pride. And she still found the situation entertaining. That woman! Barely was he able to resist the urge to grin in return of hers, she simply looked so fetching.

Any sign of mock-anger dropped out of his gaze at her touch on his lips in the granting of his request. Rune was very easily distracted by her, and he did not mind in the slightest. Airlea's lowly spoken words almost drove his plan from his mind, the thought that it would be so much more rewarding to simply kiss her occurring to him, there would be no need to take teasing revenge upon her. As she kissed him, the thought became further ingrained, however, the stubbornness and determination that made up such a core part of his personality won out, and he determined to continue with his plans. One hand moved to hold the back of her neck, his thumb stroking her skin lightly as he held her into the embrace that was consuming them. His other arm tightened around her waist, making sure that she did not stray from his arms. His kisses did not hold so much love and humor as they did mischief, though whether or not she was able to sense that he did not know. All that really mattered was that he was kissing her fiercely, and showing no signs of stopping. His lips played across hers, at times demanding firm kisses from her, other times taunting and teasing her. Slowly though, he felt them building in an intensity that he had not planned, and just as slowly, he slid his back down the tree he was leaning against, taking Airlea with him. If all ended as he intended, she would be in his lap. Readjusting himself slightly, he continued to kiss her, never once letting her lips slip away from his.

During this time, his hand slipped from her neck and ran down her arm, resting lightly on her upper arm for a moment before he removed it. Continuing to increase the intensity of their kisses, he showed no signs of considering ending their embrace any time soon. What he showed and what he really intended were, however, too very different things. Keeping his lips on hers, he made his move. Carefully giving no outward sign of his plan; whether in his kiss, in his body language, or movements, he poked her, while continuing to intensely kiss her as if nothing had happened.


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