I Like The Way It Hurts

Cirrus gave a little chuckle as the brute confessed that he wouldn't go anywhere without a sail. She shrugged lightly, a look of humor on her charcoal and white face. She had tried to get a smile out of him. It seemed that he was just the somber type. At least he offered to share his wine though. The small woman skirted the fire and seated herself beside him, taking the bottle in her paws and taking a tentative sip at first to judge the flavor. After that, she took a deeper draw, enjoying the taste of the slightly bitter liquid.

The brute answered her solemnly that neither man nor woman was his problem anymore. The snowy fae huffed in amusement, flashing a grin, her tones a little breathy. "Well then, there won't be anyone to be upset when I take yer virtue." Lewd and lascivious, Cirrus bedded who she wanted, when she wanted. Knowing that there would never be a chance for a union with a man to take fruit within her left the woman confident and open with her sexuality.

Lifting the bottle to dark lips once more, Cirrus drank deeply, draining the remainder of the bottle. She had some catching up to do anyway. "So why are you out here alone? Seems like you might be sulking." The brow on the dark side of her face lifted as she questioned him. Heat was flaring through her body, the alcohol acting quickly due to her diminutive stature. What inhibitions she had would soon be out the window.

"Cirrus"