Whose bed have your boots been under?
03-11-2013, 08:13 PM
This was definitely thrilling. They were flirting with ease, throwing innuendos at one another as though it was as natural as ever. She really wasn't sure whether Maverick was as experienced as he seemed to imply he was, but she was fairly sure he was joking -- he still held some kind of innocence, much like herself, despite the demeanor he tried to portray to her. Epiphron wouldn't admit she was smitten, but the way she looked at Maverick said it all. But, of course, he was the first male she'd felt any sort of attraction towards. Perhaps the feeling was merely temporary, and she'd grow bored of him after long. But his undivided attention had captured her, and she was determined to spend as much time as she could before she had to return home. "Different as in... different. I would never insult my sisters, even if they don't look quite like me." She was a lady, after all, and she grinned innocently, though her words definitely said she thought she was prettier than them. And Maverick would probably think so if he saw them, though he was biased, since he'd seen Epiphron first. Ah well, she was still beyond pleased for the moment. She allowed Maverick's shoulder to press into her own for a moment longer than she should have. Before long, she pulled away slightly, her tail flicking behind her and briefly brushing against his nearest hind leg. Playing hard to get seemed to be the way to not just grab a male's attention, but keep it centered on her. Surely Maverick would want more physical contact, but she withdrew it from him teasingly, with a soft laugh spilling over her delicate lips. It seemed as though he had travelled almost as far as she had. "I left home shortly after the sun rose," she answered, her voice as sweet as ever. It was even more exciting being alone with this male knowing how far away they both were from their families. They were truely alone, and both of them knew it. "Truthfully, I'm sure it will take me longer to get home. I've never travelled so far on my own." She could lie, and pretend she had travelled all around, but in reality she was merely a yearling, and obviously had been pampered thus far. The water grew only slightly more deep, the water now a few inches deeper than it had been when she'd found Maverick lying unconscious in the stream. The afternoon was a quite pleasant one; she glanced upwards at the sun shining down on them, amazed that it was the same one she'd seen all her life, and it followed her even after such a long distance from home. |
