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Post by E on Jan 16, 2006 11:02:12 GMT -5
Amoare noticed this time as P’resh’s eyes went slightly out of focus, the tell-tale sign of conversion with a dragon. Wondering at what was said, she decided she’d not ask unless it happened again.
Hearing that he knew someone with such qualities, Amoare became rather curious. “Oh? And who is the rider?” she asked as he began to play with a piece of her hair.
Like last time, her head naturally leaned toward his playing fingers. As they brushed her skin, she suddenly found that their touch ticked very much. Jumping slightly, she quickly smiled to help stem the laughter.
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Post by Memorie on Jan 16, 2006 11:14:26 GMT -5
"Why are you interested in who the rider is?" P'resh asked, laying on the flirt heavily, like fruit in a bubbly pie.
When his touch made Amoare jump and grin at him. P'resh blinked, almost confused, before he figured out what had happened. "Bit ticklish are we?" he asked, He smiled. "You neglected to mention that," he said. "And let's just see where we happen to be tickly." With that, he brushed her tuniced side, her neck, and her cheek with his fingertips.
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Post by E on Jan 16, 2006 14:46:05 GMT -5
Amoare grinned as she answered, “Why wouldn’t I want to know who the rider is? Doesn’t everyone seek happiness?” That’s when P’resh began to tickle her.
The feeling of his fingers lightly brushing against her side was probably the hardest laugh to control, a battle that she lost. Instantly tightening her muscles in hopes to stem the shivers that tickled so much, she couldn’t help but release the laughter that was building up. Gasping for breath, he was pleased to find the cheek was not nearly as bad, but still held that key to make her want to giggle.
It was the neck, however, that rather than letting out the laughter Amoare found herself suddenly taking in air. The softest gasp possible with still being audible escaped her lips and she instantly slapped his hand away. The feeling of the touch on her neck was not unpleasant, it was the opposite. It was a new feeling to her and she was unsure of it, yet rather puzzled and surprised by it at the same time. Surprise that showed on her face.
“What did you do?” she asked, thinking he had done something stranger than just brush against sensitive skin. Her voice was not angry, but had a slight curious tone to it.
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Post by Memorie on Jan 16, 2006 14:59:37 GMT -5
After glancing at the expression on her face while touchoing her neck, P'resh quickly retracted his hand when she slapped it.
"What did you do?" came the curious tone. He look at her apologetically.
"I'm sorry," he said slowly. It was a foreign phrase to his lips, and he struggled with it a little. "I didn't mean to upset you." It was the first time that a woman had struck him and he hadn't struck back.
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Post by E on Jan 16, 2006 15:14:09 GMT -5
Hearing him apologize brought Amoare out of her shock over her feelings of his touch. Her own face took on a look of one apologizing as she spoke, trying to reassure the older man. “Oh no, don’t be sorry. It just shocked me… I… It was just different. Its ok, it didn’t hurt. It kinda felt nice…”
Amoare felt like she was rambling now and so stopped rather abruptly. Bringing the new drink to her lips she took a generous amount of it in hopes to cool her nerves. There was just something about P’resh apologizing that she didn’t like and didn’t want to happen again. It just didn’t fit him; it didn’t feel right.
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Post by Memorie on Jan 16, 2006 15:29:06 GMT -5
P'resh sighed of relief. That he wasn't mad at him was bit of a dragonsend, and he was oddly...happy. "I am glad it didn't hurt you," he said, a bit stiffly. He felt kind of wierd now, like he had done something wrong or perhaps badly.
But then, she had said that it had felt "nice." He turned back from the fire to her, and reached out his hand to her cheek, feeling the warmth of both her cheek and his hand emanating through.
"So...how about those Duros?" he said, serious tone, and smile beginning to appear on his face. He had to turn this mood a bit lighter, or he could risk losing this rare flower.
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Post by E on Jan 16, 2006 15:43:05 GMT -5
Amoare bit her lip as she watched his mood thru his facial expressions. At first she was seriously wondering if she should just go rather than making matters worse. His gentle touch reassured her though and she reached her own hand up to cover his and hold it close to her cheek for a moment, not wanting him to pull away. She couldn’t figure out why, but she did not want him to leave her just yet.
Hearing his mention of the Duro wing, she instantly smiled recognizing it was his own wing. She’d always been proud of her knowledge of which bronzes and browns where and their names, but now she was thankful for the quick knowledge. Keeping his hand in her own, she brought it down to the arm-rest on her chair, yet left her hand to linger on it.
“Oh those Duro’s,” she said with a playfully ‘dreamy’ tone of voice, “I just can’t manage to stop thinking of them. They do the weyr proud whether a-dragonback or elsewhere.” While she concidered stopping this game she was playing with the teasing comments, she wondered if continueing them might help seal the gap she had unknowingly placed between them with that simple, un-thought-out slap.
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Post by Memorie on Jan 16, 2006 16:02:13 GMT -5
P'resh smiled as he realized that he had eradicated the bad feelings that had drifted through the conversation. Putting on a falsely bravado voice, he said, "Well, m'lady, you do know that Duro is my wing, do you not?" He moved his hand a bit underneath hers, not to move hers, but to caress the fleshy part in the palm.
Raaton, P'resh's green firelizard, chose that moment to enter the room from between. As she glided down from the roof of the cave, she saw P'resh and Amoare, and twittered onto P'resh's shoulder. P'resh willed her to keep a bit quieter, and the firelizard nipped affectionately at his ear. Using his unoccupied hand, he pulled Raaton from his shoulder, onto his lap, where she settled, looking between P'resh and the lovely young lady sitting beside him.
Rolling his eyes affectionately, P'resh introduced the two. "Amoare, my dear, this is Raaton. Raaton, Amoare, a new friend of ours." Raaton trilled at Amoare. Sitting back, and managing to look mightily satisfied with himself, P'resh said, "So, what wonderful things have you seen or heard of Duro?" He turned to face her, and leaned in a bit closer. "Or is there something else you are just dying to discuss?" he said, almost whispering.
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Post by E on Jan 16, 2006 16:26:06 GMT -5
Amoare pretended to be shocked, “What? A man like you managed to make it into a wing with such handsome riders?” The feeling of his hand moving beneath hers made her smile and she lightly moved her fingers to caress the top of his hand. She was beginning to wonder if this was even allowed, but the conversation was just to interesting with such little things happening during it.
“Ya know,” she added as a playful afterthought, “Duro has a reputation to keep. Can you manage to keep that I wonder.” Looking into his eyes, she found hers dancing again. Now she was beginning to think of that ‘forbidden’ subject but she wanted so much to see how he would react.
The appearance of the flit stopped the thought, however, and she smiled at it remembering her own Lues as the green affectionately nibbled on the bronze riders ear. After introductions, she smiled at Raaton, “Hello Raaton. You are a lovely flit.” she said, removing her hand from on top of P’resh’s to offer it to the flit in a sort of hello.
Hearing the Bronzer’s next questions she looked away from the flit back at him. The question of something she was ‘dying to discuss’ brought up topics that she’d thought about only briefly before. Like any girl her age, she was finally filling out and noticing men more.
There was one question in the back of her mind that she did indeed wish to discuss, but she felt it wasn’t the time nor the place for it. Kissing. She wanted to know what it was like, but the simple thought of it brought a slight blush back to her cheeks as she remained silent, hoping for a look of thoughtfulness but not fully achieving it.
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Post by Memorie on Jan 16, 2006 17:02:45 GMT -5
At her flirtacious tone, P'resh smiled. "Can I manage to keep it?" he asked. "What's that supposed to mean?" he said, smiling to show his jest. "Shall I show you I can?" And without waiting for an answer, he leaned over to her and kissed her lightly on the lips, letting his own lips linger for a second before pulling away. He smiled at, blushing beneath his tanned cheeks.
Raaton trilled in the background, almost unnoticed by P'resh.
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Post by E on Jan 16, 2006 17:14:13 GMT -5
As if he read her mind, P’resh’s kiss answered the question that had been playing at the back of her consciousness. While she hadn’t pulled away, she had been thoroughly startled and when he pulled back the look of surprise was clear as glass on her face.
She found herself suddenly very aware of herself and the man before her. Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, she struggled to find her lost voice. “I… Well, you certainly know how to jump to conclusions don’t you?” she asked as she tried to remember if she had actually said as to what reputation she had been speaking of.
Naturally the reputation of being irresistible to women on many levels had been the one she meant as well as the one that most folk spoke of. The more Amoare thought about it the more logical it was for him to assume, correctly too, that it had been the one she had referred to.
Amoare suddenly found herself wanting to try that kiss again, to her amazement. It had been so unexpected that she hadn’t really stopped to acknowledge the feel of it. Curiosity and excitement was running thru her mind and at the same time two questions ran thru her head. One was if he’d do it again, the other she spoke out loud, “Why did you just do that?” she asked somewhat bluntly, but you couldn’t blame her, for being a first kiss she was rather confused by it.
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Post by Memorie on Jan 16, 2006 23:06:15 GMT -5
He grinned. "Why, of course I can 'jump to conclusions," dear....but why bother when you make such things clear?"
As he sat back and heard her next question, he smiled again. "I don't know. I like you, I know that. It just seemed right." Shrugging, he smiled winningly at her.
"Are you saying you didn't like it, m'lady?" he said, half-teasing, half-serious.
In his chest, his heart was beating a billion dragonlengths a second. He knew the veins on his arms must be showing through his skin, but he dared not glance down, lest he lead her attention to the veins as well. His palms became sweaty, and though he knew his face wasn't sweaty, he was still nervous that she would notice his fidgets.
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Post by E on Jan 16, 2006 23:19:05 GMT -5
Amoare wondered how she had made it clear when she hadn’t mentioned kissing. Hearing that he liked her, sent a number of mixed feelings and thoughts thru her head, with one main one domineering. If he likes me he might kiss me again…
Answering his question, Amoare was surprised with her choice of words and the voice she spoke them with. It was one thick with that teasing game, and yet there was a hint of mischievousness to it. “Well you didn’t exactly give me much of a kiss to consider.” While she didn’t know what else there might be to a kiss, she had a gut feeling that this one had been a fleeting shadow. A fleeting shadow that made her hunger for more.
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Post by Memorie on Jan 16, 2006 23:29:01 GMT -5
"Is that so?" he asked, and he took her chin in his hand guided it closer to his face. Locking his lips on hers, he closed his eyes, and leaned into the kiss, though careful not to fall out of his chair.
After a short moment (that seemed like turns), he pulled away, though keeping his fingers on her chin, and smiled. "And? That?"
Now his heart threatened to burst, and he fought to retain his control over his features. Not having ever felt like this when kissing other women, he only knew that he must stay in control of himself.
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Post by E on Jan 16, 2006 23:37:55 GMT -5
Energy was filling Amoare’s body and she was amazed by it, that a kiss could hold such power behind it. The feel of P’resh’s firm lips on her own was amazing. Just the recollection of it sent butterflies thru her stomach.
She found her mind a sudden mess of emotions, but to her astonishment the mess wasn’t a bad feeling. After he pulled away, Amoare found she hadn’t been ready for it to end, the experience was too thrilling. Finding her breath coming a little short, she could only look at P’resh with happy eyes.
“That,” she finally answered, “wasn’t only better than the last, but it exceeded my expectations of what a kiss would be like.” Her answer was soft spoken, almost under her breath, but not quite.
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