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Rhiannon: Rhiannon slid out of the tree she had been clambering around in, scratching her bare legs a little as she climbed down. She adjusted her top, pulling on her denim shorts and flopped down on the grass near the edge of the woods. She could just see her house from here, and she sunbathed, yawning sleepily under the warm rays.

Damien: Damien strolls toward the familiar home. He has on a wide-brimmed hat, that somehow seems to look not a bit ridiculous on him, and his long cape. He needs to protect his fair skin from burning, after all. Tugging the brim down a bit against the wind, his long hair flapping behind him, he looks down at the path he is currently walking.

So lost in watching the gravel, and everything else on the path, Damien almost runs into the front door. Taking a big step back, he raises a fist to knock.

Rhiannon: Rhiannon jumped up, strolling back to the house. She was thirsty, and she brushed grass from her butt as she walked.
'Err hello?' she said, tucking her hair behind her ears and looking at the teenager standing at her front door.

Damien: Damien looks at Rhiannon a moment, before offering his usual, small smile. "Hell, Rhiannon," he says, waving a little. "I hope I am not interrupting anything. I could come back if you are busy. . . ."

Rhiannon: 'Damien?' she asked, walking around him. He was...tall, and from what she could see under the hat and cape, cute!

Damien: "One and the same," he replies. It would take some getting used to to remember that he had a sudden growth spurt, even if his hair had been growing out for a long time.

He removes his hat, and absently runs his fingers through his hair, which is out of the customary ponytail for the day. "I'd hoped that perhaps we could. . . ." Damien pauses, as though trying to think of the proper wording. "Hang out, as they say," he ends.

Rhiannon: She squealed, happy that her friend was of a similar age to him and flung her arms around him, hugging him tightly;
'You look so good!' she giggled, kinda forgetting that he would probably not be used to young women in teeny tops and shorts flinging themselves at him.

Damien: Despite his blushing, and his being a bit caught off guard, Damien manages to return the hug. "Thank you," he says, willing the blush down. Apparently, he inherited that trait from Lenore. "And you look, different. I am sure I can see your tattoo without any help in that," he says this with good humor, not with critisism. Of course, Damien does not mind what Rhiannon is wearing at all.

Rhiannon: She let him go, smiling and giving a little twirl.
'Sati keeps telling me I have nice enough legs to show off. But I only dare wear this around the house and out in the garden and woods.' she looked at him, her head tilted a little.
'I love your hair,' she reached out and ran her fiingers through it.

Damien: "Sati is correct," Damien blurts. He doesn't notice that that sort of comment could get him in trouble with some people. After all, his hormones have just immerged, and quite frankly, he has no idea about them, anyway.

But, he is blushing again at the compliment. "Thank you, again, Rhiannon," he says, letting her mess with his hair. "So," he starts, clasping his hands behind his back. "You were climbing trees, or hiking?" he asks, assuming she was doing something of that nature from her description of her attire.

Rhiannon: 'I was climbing our big, old oak tree. But got bored up there, and started working on my tan some more,' she pointed a leg at him, pleased that he liked how she looked.
'But I was coming in for a drink and to change into my two-piece,' she tugged up the bottom of one of her short legs.
'See? Its paler. I dont want tan lines that far down!' she grinned.

Damien: Damien's eyes seem to widen a bit, and he tugs on the collar of his shirt descreetly. "Well, we can't have that," he says, rather softly. "But, I thought you looked alright without the tan," he adds, glancing down at her leg again.

Shaking his head, he turns away. "Well, if you still wanted to sunbathe, you could get the two piece. I will just . . . climb a tree. We can still catch up. . . ."
Rhiannon: 'I can climb the tree in my suit!' she nodded.
'I did it naked before. I'll just go change - be right back! Oh and I'll grabs soda's too! Go sit on the grass,' she waved at him, disappearing inside and laughing out loud to herself when she realised what her run away mouth had said. Oh well...

Damien: Damien is crimson as he starts to walk over to the area Rhiannon waved her hand in. He plops down, discarding his cap as he does so, and folding it neatly at his side. He sets the hat on top of it, and crosses his legs indian style. The heat starts to get to him before too long, despite the shade the tree is providing him with. He unbuttons the first few buttons of his shirt as he sits and waits

Rhiannon: Rhiannon changed quickly and came walking over from the house carrying two soda cans. Her suit was a triangle cut two piece in red material - her mother had seen her and told her she wasnt to do any running in the thing unless she wanted Damien to fall over. Rhiannon didnt quite get that, but thought it had something to do with her breasts - which wasnt fair as guys got to go around topless all the time! She sat down next to him, kneeling on the grass.
'Not too hot here?' she asked, noticing his slightly unbuttoned shirt.

Damien: Damien looks over at Rhiannon, eye trained on her face. "Oh, not terribly. I am afraid I didn't wear my summer cloth today," he says, smiling his small smile at her. "Thick cotton and sun don't mix too well." In truth, he had been contemplating just taking the whole shirt off, but that seemed improper.

"Anyway," he starts. "How have things been around here? Everything been quiet?"

Rhiannon: 'Take it off then,' she said, sitting down properly and stretching her legs in front of her. She wriggled her toes into the grass near Damien.
'Hmm - It has been yeah. Cyrus came round like a week ago, and I've just been hanging out in the woods exploring whilst the weather is good since then.'

Damien: "It's not proper," Damien says, speaking of him taking off his shirt.

"Oh, how has Cyrus been? It seems like it has been ages since I last saw him. . . ." Damien asks. He then smiles a bit again. "You'd love the Emerald Forest. All sorts of places to explore, really. Small villages, strange animals," he explains.

Rhiannon: 'Why is not proper?' she wrinkled her nose a little.
'Your hot- and uncomfortable. I dont care if you take it off and I'm the only one around.' she chuckled.
'Ahh he's ok. I kissed him, so he's probably going to avoid me for ages.' she grinned.
'That sounds great. You'll have to show it to me someday.'

Damien: "It's still considered undressing before a lady," Damien shrugs. He didn't make up the rules, they were imprinted on him, it seems, from birth.

He raises an eyebrow and looks over at Rhiannon again. "Why would he avoid you over a simple kiss?" he asks. "People kiss all of the time," of course, he is not referring to the romantic sense. He just thinks Rhiannon is speaking of a peck on the cheek, or something like that.

"Well, whenever you want to see it, just say so, and I will take you to my home," Damien smiles. "You'd like the centaurs, I think. There are some darker elements in the forest, though, as in all forests," he sighs, hating the idea of any fighting at all. . . .

Rhiannon: 'Because Cyrus is Cyrus. He told me that he wasnt thinking about anyone romantically yet. I did kiss him on the lips after all,' she smiled at the memory.
'Undressing before a lady?' she fell back on the grass and laughed at that.
'Damien do I even look like a lady to you?' she sat up again, wiping at her face, adjusting her top where she was in danger of..exposing herself.
'Seriously...thats just - silly.'

Damien: Damien blinks. "Still," he says, waving that off. "Everyone has to have a first kiss sometime," he thinks back to Tinania, and the little peck she gave his lips before running away. Shaking his head again, he lifts an eyebrow again.

"Very well," he says, smiling fully this time. "Since you seem intent on disrobing me," he unbuttons his shirt, but he does not take it off. He merely leans back on his hands.

Rhiannon: She blushed faintly at that idea, a little naughty image skittering through her mind;
'Err well it wasnt my first kiss,' she admitted, moving to sit along side him, leaning agains the tree trunk.

Damien: "It wasn't?" Damien asks, looking at Rhiannon out of the corner of his eye.

Rhiannon: She shook her head, idly wondering what kissing Damien would be like. She pushed the idea away for now - he was her friend after all. Jumping on him probably wasnt a good idea; but he did look really good...my god! she thought. What is wrong with me?
'Nope. I've kissed ..someone. A few times.' she said evasively.

Damien: Damien nods, not one to press. "Well, I hope they were better experiences than the one you had with Cyrus," he says. He glances at Rhiannon again, trying to keep his eyes off of her provocative outfit at the moment. Best not have a cloudy mind when serious matters are being discussed. Well, serious to some, he should amend, this discussion. He finds himself wondering if he should tell Rhiannon about the kiss Tinania gave him. . . .

Rhiannon: 'It was all good,' she winked at him, and nudged him.
'So have you..y'know. Had your first kiss?' she touched him lightly on the arm.

Damien: "That's good to hear," Damien says. Then, he shrugs. "Not really. It was a peck," he found himself saying. "And it was not returned," he adds. Sighing, he turns his head to look at Rhiannon fully now. "Tinania kisses me," he admits. "Just, don't say anything, please? I'd rather her not know I told you."

Rhiannon: 'I wouldnt.' she said, moving her hand from his arm and poking him lightly on the end of his nose.
'So serious. You didnt kiss her back? How come?' she enquired gently.

Damien: "Because, I don't think of her in that way," Damien admits. "All my life, she has been my baby cousin. I'm not saying that I could never feel that way about her," he adds. "But, just not at this point," as a delayed reaction, he scrunches his nose up to the poke. "I told her I couldn't think of her as more than a friend right now. I think I really hurt her. She might be avoiding me," he smiles slightly. "Maybe that is why your situation with Cyrus struck a chord?"

Rhiannon: 'Ahh I see,' she raised an eyebrow.
'I dont know,' she teased.
'You boys. So serious about something thats supposed to be fun.' she brushed her fingers through his long hair again. It must be the heat..or the lunar time of the month, but she was finding herself attracted to him.

Damien: Damien chuckles. "Mine and Nani's situation is quite different from yours and Cyrus's, I think. When you grow up as family, it is hard to just turn that off," he allows Rhiannon to run her fingers through his hair again. It is quite soothing, actually. He's sure if she kept it up, he'd find himself closing his eyes. "I do agree that, yes, it should be fun. It's just no fun when you are hurting people," he sighs again.

Rhiannon: 'You should tell her. Be honest with her about why you didnt return the kiss.' she smiled, watching the strands of his hair sliding over her fingers.
'I bet she would understand. I only kissed Cyrus because I wanted to see what it was like to kiss him. I do understand really why he acts the way he does. I just like...going with my feelings.'

Damien: "I did," Damien says, his heavy-lidded eyes closing slowly. "We'll get over it, I think."

When his eyes are closed, he chuckles. "I admire that about you, Rhiannon. That you just go with your feelings," he says. "Cyrus will get over what happened, eventually, as well. And, who knows? If there is a next time, he might not freak out so much."

Rhiannon: 'Maybe. It depends if there is a next time.' she said, shifting her legs as they were beginning to fall asleep. Her foot knocked against Damien's leg.
'Sorry,' she grinned, still stroking his hair.
'Sleepyhead,' she teased softly.

Damien: "There might be," Damien says, absently waving off the appology. The grins now, and adds, "I am not sleepy, I am completely relaxed. And it is because you are playing with my hair. When I decided to let it grow, I never thought it would bring this benefit. Almost like a massage, I would imagine."
Rhiannon: 'Well...I wouldnt know about that.' she smiled, her cheeks colouring.
'Your the first guy thats let me do this. I couldnt even begin to know how to massage someone.'
That sounded completely wrong in her head.
'Umm well y'know. You have nice hair and I like...doing that and sitting her with you.'

Damien: "Mum said that massages are great," he replies, not even thinking on the implications of what her comment could mean. "Well, I like what your doing, and sitting here with you as well. In short, ditto," he chuckles again. "I don't know, I just don't feel shy around you. Then again, when we had play dates and such, I don't think you ever really let me," Damien says.

Rhiannon: She blushed;
'No point being shy. I learned that stuff just slips you by if you dont grab it.' her hand left his hair and rested on his shoulder. She could just lean in now and..but then he'd probably react as he did to Tinania and she didnt want him to leave just because she couldnt control her animalistic side.

Damien: Damien opens his eyes a moment after her hand rests on his shoulder. Blinking a little, he turns his head, and looks over at Rhiannon. He doesn't move, just simply looks into her eyes. He nods a little. "I agree with you, there. I have missed too much becuase of that," he says. Indeed, he has a small circle of friends, most of whom he rarely sees, because of his shy nature.

His train of thought goes a completely different direction as his eyes remained lock. He never really noticed how pretty Rhiannon's eyes were. Of course, that thought brings a blush to his cheeks, and the tips of his pointed ears. But, he still doesn't look away.

Rhiannon: She lowered her eyes a little when Damien looked right at her - and an argument started up in her mind..do it! He's inviting you, that treacherous part of her that made her kiss Cyrus. No, said the sensible part of her. He's your friend and;
'But I like you as you are anyways,' she mumbled, and she leaned in, her free hand going to his face, her lips softly pressing on his.

Damien: Damien feels the heat rise to his cheeks and ears again, yet he, for some reason or another, doesn't pull away. HIs clouded mind has enough time to register that he has no friggin idea what to do ina situation like this. That is moments before one of his hands grows a mind of its own. It snakes around to the nape of Rhiannon's neck, his fingers running into the hair there.

He returns the soft press of lips, notknowing to do anything else.

Rhiannon: Rhiannon almost became the one that ran away. She'd kissed a guy! And he hadnt thought she was giving him cooties or something. Which was a new experience for her. She deepened the kiss unconsciously as he stroked through her hair, her lips moving with his with practised ease and she pressed herself against him.

Damien: He doesn't know how, as his brain has shut down, but his other arm snakes around Rhiannon's waist, his hand going to rest on the small of her back. He pulls her a bit closer, letting instinct take over completely.

At this point, had his brain been online, Damien would have been sure he couldn't be the one to pull away from the kiss. Even though every sense of honor he has would be screaming at him, telling him that he probably should.

Rhiannon: As it happened, pulling her closer left her seated on his lap, and Rhiannon gently broke away, nuzzling her nose against his;
'Well..' she mumbled, her hand going into the ends of his hair again. She wasnt really sure what to say...but she had really liked it.

Damien: It takes a moment for his brain to reboot. His eyes are still closed several moment after this kiss had ended. When he opens them, they rest on Rhiannon's. And, he is smiling. Damien's fingers are still playing with Rhiannon's hair, and his other arm has not moved.

"Very well put," he manages to say, and closes his eyes again. He feels just a bit guilty, as though he should appologize, but for what? Anyway, he liked it as well. There is no reason he should feel guilty.

Rhiannon: She laughed;
'Well my head is a little fuzzy now.'
He didnt seem to care that she was still sitting on him, and she didnt want to move right now.
'You sure you havent kissed more girls?' she asked, winking.
'You're really good.'

Damien: "My head is the same way," Damien laughs a little. "And, you lie," he adds. "I am sure, that's why I know you are lying." Then, unconciously mimicking her, he winks for perhaps the first tim in his life. "You weren't bad, yourself, Rhiannon," he adds.

Maybe Rhiannon had the right idea about this kissing thing. It is really just supposed to be fun at first. And, if she kissed Cyrus like that, he was just insane to have run away.

Rhiannon: 'You were very good,' she poked him on his bare chest, blushing. She leaned in again and brushed her lips against his softly, pulling back before she got carried away again.
'I could do that all day,' she confessed, tugging on a strand of her hair and giggling.

Damien: Damien blinks, not entirely sure how to answer her. So, he is honest. "As could I," he admits after the second, more brief, press of her lips. Who knew? All those movies he had watched with Nyoka might have had it right.

He reaches up and brushes some of the hair out of her face. He tilts his head to the side, the slight smile on his lips again. "You really are very pretty," he mumbles.

Cont..
Damien: Damien manages a smile, hoping if he takes his mind off of . . . it, it will go away. No such luck. Kisses and hugs just seem to fuel the thing. . . . he thinks as he pats Rhiannon's back. "Alright. If I have to blame someone, I'll blame you then," he says, his voice cracking a little again, though he does manage another smile. "At any rate, we'll just hope my body decides to get back to normal sometime soon."

Rhiannon: 'Okay,' she purred a little in his ear, and hugged him again before plonking back on the grass.
'I'm sure it will. You know,' and she pointed a finger out straight and then curled the finger downwards.

Damien: Vibrations at his sensitive ears. Not. Good. He blushes again at her little demonstration, and finds himself unexplicably wanting to say that he is quite bigger than a finger, but pushes that silly notion out of his mind. What does that matter at this point?! "I'll just think of really bad things," he suggests, chuckling at that. "Any ideas?"

Rhiannon: 'I...dont know.' she chuckled back.
'I dont have any expertise in that department. I guess I'm only good for making it -' she clapped a hand over her mouth before it ran away with her as usual.

Damien: "Making it what?" Damien asks, tilting his head a little to the side.

Rhiannon: Didnt he get what she meant? She felt the heat in her cheeks rise again.
'Making it,' and she used her finger again, flicking it up straight.

Damien: Damien nodded, getting her meaning again, and that almost irresistable urge to defend his size. "Well, if I were a lesser man, I would tell you not to wiggle on me again. . . ." then, he realizes what he just said, and his heavy-lidded eyes grow round, a blush on his cheeks again. "Nevermind, I didn't say that. . . " he says, smiling a bit sheepishly now.

Rhiannon: 'So I can wiggle on you again?' she teased, her eyes twinkling, her smile impish.
'Of course I wont. I mean. I can control myself.'
She could right?

Damien: Damien finds himeself grinning again. "I'm not good enough for lap wiggles anymore?" he asks, his aqua eyes twinkling again. He's so focused on teasing Rhi that his blood is circulating more properly again. "Oh, I take offense to that," he chuckles, not being able to hold up the mock-offense in his tone anymore.

Rhiannon: 'Bah,' she mumbled, but she was pleased he had actually enjoyed being sat on..and oh yes wriggled on. She squirmed a little on the grass, and fanned herself with a hand. The sun - yep that was it. The sun was making her warm. Her wolf ears slid out from her hair as her emotions squirrelled around inside of her.

Damien: "Bah?" Damien asks, his eyebrow raising. "What language is that?" he teases again, now able to lower his knees again. He shifts in the grass, sitting on his legs. He rests his hands on his thighs after he brushes his hair bahind his shoulder.

Rhiannon: Her ears folded back; he was teasing her now! Oh that wasnt right. She grinned inwardly. He was a quick learner though.
''Bah' is werewolf for 'Damien is going to get pounced on and tickled till he cant stand no more'!,' she grinned, wiggling her fingers at him and moving so that she was almost on him.

Damien: Damine feigns shock. "Can one little word really be a whole sentence?" he asks, leaning back. He is frightfully ticklish!

Rhiannon: 'Oh yes,' nodded Rhiannon, making advances with her hands towards his sides.

Damien: "I highly doubt it, my lady," Damien bows his head, and scoots back a little, still leaning back. "And, you can't tickle me. I am too strong for that. . . ."

Rhiannon: 'Are you so sure?' she giggled, still following after him.
'After all...I am very strong myself,' she flexed an arm for him.
'See?' she grinned.

Damien: "Yes, you are, but I am stronger. . ." Damien grins again, leaning forward this time. A sort of challenge is in his eyes now. Apparently, the time in Greece with Nyoka has had an effect on him at some times. Her competitive nature might have rubbed off some on him.

Rhiannon: 'Hah! Why do you think that? It better not be because you're a guy,' she poked her tongue out, her furred ears twitching at him.

Damien: "I am not a sexist," Damien scoffs at that. "I spent weeks with a city full of women who could snap me like a twig. And, they made me strong," he grins again. "Bring me your worst."

Rhiannon: 'Fine then!' she took him up on his challenge and pounced on him, putting her hands on his shoulders and trying to bowl him back on to the floor with her body weight.

Damien: He falls back, his head hitting the soft grass, his poor ears start to ring. He laughs though. "Is that the best you can do?" he teases again through his laughter.

Rhiannon: 'Nope!' she giggled, finding herself once more seated on him.
'I can do this,' and she leaned in, smooshing her body against him and kissing his nosetip. She pushed herself up again, her hands on the lawn either side of his head.
'I was always taught to fight with my strengths.'
She winked.

Damien: Damien closes his eyes when Rhi leans in. After the kiss, his eyes open. "You're fighting dirty," he says. He raises his hands and goes to find out if Rhiannon is ticklish.

Rhiannon: 'Well that too,' and she squealed as his fingers touched a sensitive spot on her side.
'Nuuuu,' she panted, rolling off of him.
'You - fight dirty too,' she managed.

Damien: "You~ started it," Damien teases again, grinning as he turns on his side, propping himself up on his elbow. "I told you," he starts, reaching over to poke her nose. "You may be strong, but I am stronger," he chuckles again.

Rhiannon: 'No you are sneakier,' she rolled over to look at him.
'There's a difference.'

Damien: "Well, sneakier and stronger, then," Damien replies. "You're just jealous of my sneaky powers," he pushes himself up into a sitting position. "You'll just have to take notes," he raises his eyebrow at her, still grinning.

Rhiannon: 'Yeah well.' she searched around for something that Damien didnt have.
'I have breasts!'

Damien: Damien blinks. "Do we really want to go there, Rhianon? I have something you don't have, too," he smiles, shaking his head.

Rhiannon: 'Well yes thats true.' she giggled, scooting over on the grass and putting an arm around Damien.
'Besides. Its more fun to make you blush then fight with you,' she rubbed her bare foot against his leg.
'Dont you think?'

Damien: Damien blinks, and gulps. "Well, you're very good at that," he admits. "You've got me beat so bad there, i don't think i could be capable of walking away," he shakes his head. "And, is very unfair."

Rhiannon: 'Well I'm sorry if I am making you uncomfortable,' Rhiannon looked at him slyly.
'I shall stop - sit a miiiile away from you so you can calm down. Hows that?' she asked, tilting her head as she looked at him.

Damien: "It's probably for the best," Damien smiles slightly. "But that doesn't mean you should do it." He sighs. "I think I am calming on my own. You could give me a minute. I don't know, maybe I can have a glass of water?" he grins now.

Rhiannon: 'What to drink or to pour on you?' she teased, getting up. She brushed grass from her butt as she walked away, padding in to her house and re-emerging again a few minutes later. She was wearing a pair of cut off denim shorts now and carried a glass of water with ice cubes clinking inside. Sitting down in front of him she grinned sheepishly;
'Mum made me put the shorts on,' she explained, holding out the glass.

Damien: It took some deep gulps of air once Rhiannon had walks away, but he was mostly back to normal now, and looking a bit more comfortable. He grins at her smile, and takes the glass. "Thank you," he says, and takes a long drink. "You still look good in those shorts . . ." his grin widens.

Then, he tilts his head to the side. "Rhiannon? I know for sure that your sister knows where the manor is, but have you ever been told the address?"

Rhiannon: She giggled, blushing at the compliment.
'Feeling ok now?' she asked, leaning in and brushing his hair from his face. She stroked his cheek a little and then sat back again as if she wasnt sure what she was doing. She shook her head at his question.
'Never.'

Damien: "Yes, I'm much better," his smiles is an easy one.

"Well, I suppose I should give you the address. Mum said I could give it to people I trusted, but not too many people," he says the address. "You just can't forget it, or you won't be able to find the manor. Now, you can visit whenever you want."

Rhiannon: Rhiannon said the address over and over in her head;
'I got it I think,' she chuckled.
'If I become so puddenheaded as to forget I can always ask my sister to take me,' she slid over to sit next to Damien again.
'Now. What was I doing? Oh yes...making you blush.'
She giggled;
'I guess I shouldnt really though,' she tapped her chin thoughtfully with a finger.
'I dont really want to go inside for a drink again. Mum might make me put on a t-shirt this time.'

Damien: "No, that would be a shame," Damien replies to the shirt comment, then blinks, a little shocked. He does, indeed blush. "Erm, but yes, your sister could always take you. . . . Ah, whenever you wanted to come. Maybe Nyoka would be there and they could talk or something. . . ." he tugs on a chunk of his hair. He slides his gaze over to Rhiannon, smiling again in what he hopes is a charming way

Cont..

Damien: Damien grins. "Well, I am glad I could make you comfortable," he replies. "The same goes for you. Tinania used to be the only girl I really felt comfortable with. Now, there's you, too," he shrugs a little. "And that last bit that you said, maybe the others just need to get more comfortable in their skin? To be honest, I'm really trying to not think about it. . . ."

Rhiannon: She tried not to frown at Tinania's name. But what was up with her even thinking like that? Wasnt that a sign of jealousy - and wasnt Damien just her friend?
'Well I know everyone isnt the same. I just - like that someone else is sort of open to new experiences,' she smiled at him.

Damien: "That was all you, you've corrupted me," Damien teases, poking at Rhiannon's shoulder.
"You made me putty in your hands and you molded me into . . . something," he says after a pause. He's still smiling, showing he means no offense by what he just said.

Rhiannon: 'I've corrupted you?' she said, putting her hands on her hips. She laughed at him.
'Putty huh? So that means I could do anything to you,' she winked, crawling over towards him and probably giving him a proper eyeful.

Damien: Note to self: Watch what you say, you fool! Damien thinks, his eyes widening a little. "Well, I guess that would depends on what you want to do with me," he says, keeping his voice light. "I guess I am a slave to your whims?" His smile grows a little at the last sentence as he keeps his eyes training on Rhiannon's. Can't have them wandering off somewhere they probably shouldn't, even if they want to.

Rhiannon: 'Like i said before,' she sat down next to him, leaning against him as she brushed loose dirt from her legs.
'Nothing you dont want to do.' she adjusted her bikini top unconsciously, tugging on a strap that had curled the wrong way.
'But a slave huh?'
She giggled.
'That sounds like something I might like.'

Damien: Damien chuckles and holds out his hands as though they are shackled. "I am yours, mistress," he manages through his chuckle. He then puts a arm around her. "But, I will have to go soon. I have to be home for dinner. Though I would like to spend quite a while longer with you, mum is very strict about everyone in the house eating together."

Rhiannon: She snuggled against him, letting out a tiny happy sigh.
'You really have to go?' she said, resting a hand on his knee lightly. Her voice sounded petulant to her ears but when he said that he would have to leave her heart had done a peculiar sinking thing.

Damien: "Unfortunately," Damien replies. "Mum doesn't insist on much, so what she does insist on, I try to honor." He looks down at Rhiannon. "I'm not going anywhere any time soon, so we'll see each other again," he smiles, though he really wishes he didn't have to go. . . .

Rhiannon: She looked up at him when he looked down at her and bumped noses with him.
'I guess I should show you the way back to my house huh?' she said, reaching up and touching his cheek with her fingertips before standing in one swift movement.

Damien: Damien watches her stand, and does the same, grabbing his clothes first. "I suppose so," he says, glancing over at her.

Rhiannon: Rhiannon walked off, heading back towards the dirt path. She looked back to make sure he was following and then carried on, kicking the ground a little as she went. She knew she was acting bitchy - and dumb, but she didnt want him to go. And she wasnt sure why she didnt want him to go so much which was making her feel worse. She paused at a line of trees;
'We're almost to my house now,' she said, before carrying on.

Damien: Damien strides are long, trying to keep up wtih Rhiannon. He is studying her, wondering just what he did to make her act like this.

When she turns to speak, he nods his response, even though she isn't looking at him anymore. After a pause to think, he asks her, "Are you alright?"

Rhiannon: She pushed past a bush and they were on her lawn again;
'Well here we are..' she said.
'Me? Oh I'm fine.' she looked at the grass, and poked at it with her toes.

Damien: Damien's eyebrows raise. "Are you sure? You're acting differently than before. . . ."

Rhiannon: 'I just..' she sighed.
'I dont want you to go. And I dont know why I dont want you to go so badly.' she shrugged one shoulder.
'I cant work it out. Sorry - I get..I dunno, I act silly when something like this happens.' she looked at him finally.

Damien: Damien smiles a little, though he is descreet about it. "Well, I don't want to go either," he admits. "But, perhaps it will help if I leave with a promise to meet you somewhere in a few days?" he suggests. "You can pick the time and place," he adds.

Rhiannon: 'Really?' her face lit up and she went over and hugged him tightly.
'Thats so..sweet of you,' she blushed. He was too charming for words, she thought.
'Could I come to your house? Would that be ok?'

Damien: Damien can't hold in his soft laugh. "Yes, that would be fine," he says, pleased that he got her in a lighter mood again. "Tell me when, and I'll tell my mum that I am having company."

Rhiannon: 'Three days from now - in the morning,' she suggested.
'If thats ok?'
She would have said 'tomorrow' - but that was just - well, it sounded desperate.

Damien: "That sound good," Damien nods, and leans in to give her his own hug. "I'll look forward to it. Now," he sighs. "I have to go. I will see you in three days."

Rhiannon: She nodded, holding onto him so that she could plant a kiss on his lips and then let him go;
'Ok. It was nice seeing you,' she smiled at him, letting go of him. It had been way more then nice she thought.
'I look forward to it too.'

Damien: He grins at her one last time before turning to head back the way he came earlier that day.

Rhiannon wandered along the pathway leading up to the very imposing house. She peered up at it, wondering at the size. The forest behind that she could just see looked mighty intriguing though. She grinned, and carried on, her hands tucked into her jean pockets. She spied someone sitting out front and walked a little faster. The someone turned in Damien and she smiled.
'Hey!' she called, walking towards him.

'The house is huge,' she states, smiling up at him. He didnt hug her though - had he had second thoughts about what happened last time?
'Why wouldnt I come?' she said, and then hugged him. She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed a little. Well she still liked him anyways.

She felt like purring...he hugged her back! She tilted her head up towards him;
'I would never change my mind about seeing you,' she said, then blushing, planted a little kiss on his cheek. She pulled away again and looked at the house.
'House first,' she grinned.
'I want to see your room!'

'We do huh?' she just giggled.
'I'm fine actually.' she said to the house-elf.
'But thanks.'
Sati had told Rhiannon that there were house-elves here but she thought Sati was pulling her leg or something. She looked at the little creature curiously.
'Its nice to meet you Faen,' she said politely.

'How do you not get lost in this place?' she said. She would have held his hand, but he had tucked his hands behind him. So she had just kept lightly touching his arm as he led her around.
'So many books,' she looked around her.
'This is where you disappear to when I dont see you around then?' she teased him lightly.
'And I dont want to go. I want to see your room. And anyways - its not like I could find my way out again.' she laughed

She blushed, smiling inside at how charming he was - and how sweet. She squeezed his hand back, hoping her palm wasnt too sweaty.
'Oh its really nice in here.' she looked around, then let go of his hand and sat on his bed and bounced on it.
'This is my first time in a guys room,' she said, grinning.

'Well I am glad.' she stated.
'Well I mean...err that you havent had tons of girls in here and..'
Nope that didnt sound right either.
'Umm just forget I said anything just then ok?' she looked at him. She didnt want him to think that she was insanely possessive or something. After all - she didnt have any right to be did she? She nudged him with her arm;
'What you thinking about?' she asked. She wasnt about to answer his question because what came to mind as they were seated on his bed...well there was simply no way she would say it!