Whose bed have your boots been under?
03-11-2013, 07:26 PM
This was like nothing else he'd ever experienced in his life. He wasn't ashamed to admit he was glad he'd fallen into the ravine, because if he hadn't.. he might've never met the beautiful Epiphron. Heck, he'd fall off of another ledge if it meant she'd stay for just a little while longer. Smitten was his new middle name, at least with her. The happy smile never threatened to fade from his face, even despite the dark topic he'd brought up about his past. However, the happy smile was quickly replaced by a devious grin as she responded to his threesome remark, even pressing it a bit further. What a woman! A guttural laugh echoed from his cavernous chest, hissing out of his slightly parted lips seductively. He was a virgin, but that didn't mean he didn't know how to turn on the fire. Oh how his father would blush if he heard him joking about such things! Half of him wanted to keep the joke rolling, but he knew it would grow stale after too long, so instead he just tagged on a final thought. "Oh trust me doll, it is." A smirk would play across his features, letting her know that while he could joke about it, he'd never experienced such a thing. Although, it didn't sound half bad to the russet boy. "Different as in.. not quite as breathtakingly gorgeous?" Oh he was laying it on thick now, but he meant every word. He'd never seen someone quite so lovely as her, and probably never would see anyone who could even compare. She took their flirting further, mentioning his brother. Was she serious? For a moment a flash of panic flickered in his eyes, but then he realized what a fool he was being. Of course she was joking. Attempting a retort, Maverick spoke up. "Oh you wouldn't like him. He's positively dreadful company, and not nearly as handsome." Vanity was not beneath him, and he already knew for a fact that she thought him to be easy on the eyes. Words were exaggerated as much as possible, in his melodramatic way. A tingle shot up and down his spine as his lean allowed their flesh to meet. Oh the joys of touching a woman, even briefly like this. When she didn't withdraw, the boy shifted his weight permanently, hoping to lock their shoulders together lightly and stroll along as they were. He had been hoping to find somewhere where the water was a bit deeper. Maverick loved to swim perhaps more than anything else in the world - anything he'd experienced, anyway. But alas, the water was so far only a bit deeper than where he'd fallen, though they hadn't traveled far at this leisurely pace. Green eyes traveled up ahead, noting that the water did not appear to be moving as quickly a few hundred yards away. Perhaps it would have collected there in a small pool that might be able to hold two smitten wolves? One could only hope. A question came, how far was he from home. In reality the boy didn't know, but he knew he'd only traveled about a quarter of a day to get here. Just a few hours time, really, and it could have been faster had he not stopped periodically to explore this or that. "Not too far, Seracia lies just a few hours southeast of here." He paused, deciding to ask the same of her. "What about you, gorgeous?" He found he much preferred pet names over her actual name. Not because her name wasn't beautiful - it was - but because this way.. he was the only one who called her these things, no one else. "Speech," |