Whose bed have your boots been under?
03-11-2013, 05:38 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-11-2013, 05:44 PM by Epiphron.)
There was little time for flirting back home. There weren't any other wolves near her age that she'd ever been particularly drawn to, and even if she was, she'd feel awkward talking to them like she was to Maverick, because one of her family members seemed to be within earshot at all hours of the day. But any self-consciousness she'd had upon meeting the male, however minimal, had dissolved almost completely. Her ego had been inflated tremendously, but she probably didn't seem cocky, since Maverick held himself with just as much pride as she did. Epiphron raised a brow at his obvious innuendo. "A threesome, you say? Sounds fun." A smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth, despite the fact that she tried to hide her amusement. Another perk of entering adulthood was being able to not only joke about these kinds of things, but understand them -- really understand them. They soon started off downstream, and Maverick soon followed behind her. She swore she felt his eyes pinned to her, but it certainly didn't make her feel uncomfortable in the least. "Well, my sisters do look a bit like me, but... different." It might be a bit too cocky to admit that they weren't quite as beautiful as she was; instead, she simply tilted her head towards Maverick and winked. "So, you said you had a brother at home. Maybe you could introduce us?" She teased harmlessly, obviously joking. Epiphron had a hard time keeping her eyes off the male for long, and while she walked, it was a bit too frequent that she stole glances beside her at Maverick. As they walked, the boy beside her leaned slightly closer, their shoulders coming briefly into contact as they went. It'd be nice if the water was a bit deeper as they went -- a refreshing swim would be good for so many reasons. Still Epiphron was slightly tempted to splash Maverick, but the timing seemed off. Maybe if they did find a pool of water to swim in, it'd be a better excuse to play. But she felt as though she should act composed, and tuck that childish side of her away as she so often did. "How far from home are you, Mav?" A nickname for him already? Oh well; it slipped out without warning, though fell naturally off her tongue. |
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