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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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 Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2006 6:33 am
Nyoka laughs softly. "Oh? Where do your qualities lie?" she asks.
She watches his hand move from her boot, and under the leather pants, and resists the urge to comment. Instead, she is still smiling, and watching his hand, when she replies to the last comment. "I don't know," she shrugs. "I know I can dance, but everyone has self doubt every now and then," and turns a grinning face to him as she reaches out a finger to try and poke his side. "I am sure even you would feel self-doubt if I asked you to dance for me, or something along those line. Or, that you have felt it at some point in your life."
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2006 6:49 am
He could not resist an oppurtunity for a quick quip, one that would label him a "smartass" in her own words.
" Oh sometimes my qualities lie beside a well formed green body while she endevors to retain her breath.
He chuckled lightly, expecting retaliation for that one at least. He avoided the questioning really, to explain where his talents lied, he would have to show so... and you never wished to see that.
" I do not doubt myself for a moment. I know my abilities and know how good they are. I could dance for you, possibly... but I'm nothing compared to yourself, so there for I will not. .."
He smiles and pokes her side in return, then runs his clawed finger up and down it.
" Be it I have to silence those that would say otherwise, When I say you are good, then you are good. I do not have to be some professor of dancing to prove my words are true"
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2006 6:55 am
She does, in fact, think him a smart a**, and laughs a little at what he says.
"I don't remember being quite so breathless, sir," she says, and gives him a playful wink.
And soon dissolves into giggles, trying to roll out of the reach of fingers. Nyoka is very ticklish. Catching her breath a little, and lying flat on her stomach now, she looks at him, narrowing her eyes in mock anger.
"That was low," she says, her eyes twinkling a little. She bends her elbows and props her chin on her cupped hands, tapping her finger on her cheek.
"And, how do you plan on silencing critics?" she asks, curious. "I find a swift kick in the a** usually works," if the remark wasn't scathing enough, she adds, mentally. "But, if you have better ideas. . . ."
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2006 7:17 am
He chuckled as she broke into giggles and then scolded him for it. He decided to rush his fingers along her ear and neck instead.
" Me?, silence critics hmm?.. first you'd have to find one my dear, and I assure you, if one should arise. They would not have the capacity of speach to utter a negative word in your direction."
He ponders a moment, then considers explaining how he would deny the speach from critics, but it would be too much to show.
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2006 7:25 am
Nyoka shivers when he runs a finger over her ear and neck, and closes her eyes, her feet kicking idly behind her.
"Hmmmmm," she says, her voice lower than usual. "That sounds lovely. . . ."
Evidence that she is not listening to him. . . .
"I mean, wrong . . . maybe . . . well, the bloody bastards would deserve it," she continues when his words start to sink in.
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2006 7:31 am
He smirks and plays with her ear gently, he did like the effect a simple thing as a caress can have on a person, how ever intimate.
" They would certainly, blind morons such as them do not deserve to share the air like we do"
He continued to run his finger back and forth, wondering if she would lose concentration soon.
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2006 7:40 am
Nyoka scoots a little closer, and lies on her unoccupied side, resting her head on her upper arm. She reaches over and runs a long finger nail from his chest, along his stomach, down toward the waist of his pants.
"No, definitely not. . . . never breathe . . . again," she looks at him through her lowered lashes, a small smile on her lips again. "Maybe. . . . I'll see you . . . do it . . . sometime. . . ."
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2006 7:46 am
He watches her finger intently and smiles to himself, she deffinately did not mind seeing him again it seemed. He decided to finish the conversation and turned himself around. He crawled over her, keeping his body off hers with his arms and stared down at her. Leaning closely, he nudged his brim up enough not to hit her face and lowered his bandana to press his lips against hers.
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2006 7:56 am
Finally! is all Nyoka can think. She brings her arms up, and pulls his shirt up at his back. She runs her sharp nails down his back with a little more pressure than she applied on his chest.
She brings one of her legs up, and puts the heel of her boot on the back of his thigh, before moving it down to his calf, and gently pushing on it, nudging him to just drop down.
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2006 8:01 am
He feels the impatience from her body, she seemed to be waiting for him to do this. He liked to wait things out though, and he was glad he did. He pulled at her own top as his lips deepened a hungered kiss. He pressed his body to hers as he lowered it, firmly brushing against her.
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2006 8:10 am
Growling in a little impatience, she brings one of her nails - which are as sharp as her claws in her usual form - to her top, and tears it down the side. Slipping her arm out of the spaghetti strapped sleeve, she brings that tattooed arm to run her claws over his back, while the other tries to get the front of his shirt up and, hopefully, over his head.
She breaks contact with his lips, and breathes heavily. "Bloody tease," she says, hoarsly, and reaches up to bite at his shoulder.
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2006 8:19 am
" Oh if you feel you are in a hurry then my dear, I shall aim to please."
He growls and pulls on her hair softly as she bites him, and in return leans down to bite upon the skin of her neck and suck upon it with his lips.. He lifts his top off over his head with his hat and bandana in tow. Meanwhile his clothes seem to be melting away and small hands seem to be sprouting about Nyoka from the ground, made of black. In but a second, her entire outfit is torn from her body as he presses firmly against her, biting her harder.
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2006 8:27 am
If she had not had only one thing on her mind, she might have thanked him for getting her clothes out of the way, and his as well.
But, she has lost all brain function when he bites her neck, and something of a feral moan leaves her lips, as her back arches, finger nails digging into him.
Her legs wrap around him now, and she opens her eyes. The yellow-green of them is darker, and somewhat cloudy, and every bit as feral as her moan was.
Losing restraint, she pushes at him, hoping to get him on his back.
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2006 8:37 am
He smirks like the devil himself and pulls her with him as he rolls over, he growls lowly with her and sinks his teeth into her chest, biting softly, like one time before, the world around them grows black and he moves them to the soft landing of her room in the palace. The world becomes clear as he digs his nails into her hips and summons forth two tendrils of shadow that lurch from the ones below them and capture her arms tightly, trying to hold them away but not too hard, only to make things interesting as he winks at her.
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