Dancing in the Moonlight
07-17-2014, 06:23 PM
She found it easy to get along with him, he was polite and easy company. He held a mysterious attractiveness that he wouldn't let her forget. She would mention coconut milk offhand and the brute would chuckle, "I think I can help out with that," He would move then, rising to all four of his paws gracefully. She would think nothing of his close proximity as he strode past, but as his tongue would caress her wounds her gaze would lock onto his devious features. He would elicit a feeling in her that she hadn't experienced since before Cherokee disappeared. He was making it hard to ignore her heat. She would feel her cheeks grow warm as he disappeared once again into the dense jungle. She would try to relax, but he'd left her with that prickly heated feeling. Now she didn't have to worry so much about ignoring her wounds, only controlling her desires would be the task. Her heartbeat had quickened and she thought about how far she could coax her wounded hips to go. He would suddenly return, traveling up her side once more only to perfectly drop a coconut at her feet. She'd gasp as the liquid was revealed, a giggling following afterwards. "There's two halves aren't there? Wont you join me for a drink?" Her voice, still low, would hold a tone of desire within it. In parts for him to drink from the coconut cup, but mostly for him to drink from her cup. She couldn't believe the thoughts she was thinking. Speech |
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