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 Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 10:08 pm
She smiled, enjoying the ride. Mekt was stronger than he looked, and she felt secure. She leaned her head against his shoulder as the world spun a bit, and closed her eyes with a slight yawn. "Lets not tell mom about this accident, ok?"
Naira relaxed, holding the little girl until she would be ready to let go. No rush.
He stood gracefully, extending one hand. "Follow me." he offered. And slipped out of the room, leading Nasir. Kamil's room was on the second floor, and it looked like something, well... straight out of a stereotypical harem fantasy. Pillows, delicate fabrics, lots of light.
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 4:04 pm
"Yes, let's not," Mekt agreed, holding her close as he managed to get them inside, sneaking. "Ah... where...?" He found himself at a loss once they were actually inside, as he hadn't really explored Alana's home before.
Well well well well well. This was a pleasant surprise. Such a gorgeous room for such a gorgeous boy-- though Kamil fit in this strange atmosphere that seemed to be straight out of a fantasy magazine of a sexual nature. "You have wonderful taste, Kamil," Nasir murmured quietly, admiring the place. "Is this room... safe? From your siblings wandering in and such?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 9:21 pm
"Ummmm...." now she was at a loss. Oh shoot. "The music room." she decided, and directed him to the first floor room. It was simply decorated, a few shelves of select books, a piano, and a few couches. It was where Alana taught, and the woman never came in here unless work dictated.
"Thank you." the adult sounded pleased at Nasir's praise. "And of course." Kamil sounded confused now. "It's my room. They leave me my privacy... why?" he moved over to the couch there, settling down and watching Nasir like a curious bird. "The door locks, if you are -that- worried..."
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Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2006 1:18 pm
Mekt nodded, carrying Nakkie there and gently placing her down on one of the couches, letting her go only after a long moment, wondering why for that journey she'd fit so well in his arms. "How many fingers am I holding up?" he asked, showing two.
And truly, 'worry' wasn't quite the word for what Nasir felt. More... anticipation of what was to come. Moving quietly, Nasir locked the door; the soft 'click' ringing through the air only letting the anticipation rise. "Well then... what were we discussing?" he asked, as if he'd forgotten. Though, naturally, he hadn't-- there was little else on his mind.
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Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2006 10:03 pm
She blinked at him. "Three?" she sounded very sure. "There are three. And a thumb, I think. Do thumbs count as fingers?"
Kamil watched him cautiously. "You were going to explain the difference between exotic dancing and bellydancing." he felt like an idiot... Crout always did tell him he was slow, but it was getting ridiculous. He hated feeling stupid. He wasn't... he was just.... naive.
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 12:05 pm
Mekt didn't quite frown, though he tenderly began to check her head for any sign of a concussion or the like. If Nakkie was seriously injured, they'd have to tell someone-- and that would get messy. But the more important thing here was helping the girl. "They do sometimes," he murmured absently while he checked.
"Ah, yes," Nasir smiled winningly. "Bellydancing is... well, it's a form of dance that can be considered exotic in that it's not usual and from a place that isn't the norm. But exotic dancing," Nasir mused on that for a moment as he considered how to answer. "It carries a different tone. For example... would you be comfortable showing me your bellydancing?" he asked. He had to test the waters, find out where the boundaries were.
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 10:06 pm
She yawned, blinking at him. When he had a second head... she decided it might be best to close her eyes before she got nauseated. "Mmmm, I'm feeling a little tired." she murmured, letting her head fall back against the arm of the couch with a little yawn.
He smiled. "Of course." Why not? He and Laertes would dance often, it was something they both enjoyed, and he would help the young adult with his dance classes occasionally. He got up off the couch, moving over to the center of the room before pausing. "Music? Or did you just want to see an example?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 9:54 pm
"No sleeping until I fully get you checked out," Mekt warned the girl softly, gently testing different areas of her skull. It didn't feel like there was a concussion anywhere... but could he be positive? Not entirely, and that's what worried him...
"Music to set the mood would be wonderful," Nasir smiled encouragingly. If everything went according to plan, the music would also help muffle whatever went on...
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 10:15 pm
Nakkie gave him a sleepy grin, emerald eyes soft and slightly unfocused. "I'll be alright, I promise." she murmured, but allowed him to feel her head, enjoying the mini-massage she was getting. She yeaned, and leaned over the arm of the couch, letting her body weight tug on her spine, stretching it with a loud crack. Her head twisted to the side carefully, and she cringed, listening to the vertebrae crack in her neck and shoulders. So gross, but my...
The world was swimming into focus, though she felt so loose in the neck it was almost hard to keep her head up! She smiled at the male, stretching out. "Do I pass the inspection?" she asked softly, looking at him with a reassuring smile. "I'm fairly resilient."
Music to set the mood? Kamil was oblivious... but the look in Nasir's eyes wasn't... well... something he was used to seeing. Still, it was with a shy smile that he grabbed a disc of something fast paced and rhythmical he had found, and pressed play. The notes filled the room, heady and rich, and he began dancing.
The difference was obvious in the way the two danced. Lae bellydanced for fun- his passion was ballet though, orchestrated and everything in its place. Kamil danced freely- it wasn't fun, wasn't passion, it was natural to watch him dance. It was something as natural as breathing for him, though the effort was obvious. The 'stage' for the duration of the song, was his world, his audience it's center. And his own enjoyment the ultimate goal.
A bead of sweat rolled down his slim face as the music came to a halt; the thing he most enjoyed about this song was the suddenness of the end; and so did his dance, leaving him poised, arms in the air above his head, almost in what could be considered a prayer position. Finally the slender arms dropped, and he looked over, wondering at Nasir's reaction.
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 10:21 pm
Letting out the breath he didn't know he'd been holding, Mekt smiled at Nakkie, nodding slightly as words failed him in that moment. He'd been... worried-- no, almost terrified that he'd done something wrong. Something permanent-wrong. To find out that Nakkie was all right was... relieving, for lack of a better word.
"I'm grateful for your resilience," Mekt smiled slightly.
Well, well, well. "Gorgeous," Nasir nodded after a moment. "Absolutely stunning. But not quite... exotic dancing, though it comes close sometimes," the powerful male smiled as he rose from where he'd been sitting. "If you'll let me... I'll show you what makes exotic dancing more exotic."
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 10:28 pm
She laughed softly. "Well, so am I." The grin was impish, and she relaxed on the couch. "You won't turn into a worrywart again if I have a headache will you?" she had just closed her eyes but one cracked back open for her to ask the question. "Because it doesn't suit you."
Kamil's head tilted and he smiled. "I don't see what the problem with that would be." he started back towards the seat, intending to sit and observe. Watch and learn. There weren't really any questions that needed to be asked... he wasn't an exotic dancer, but it was close... And he could make money from having fun?
How novel...
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 10:57 pm
"I won't," Mekt promised slowly. "...as long as it's nothing serious." Because that had to be added onto the end of it. If it were something serious, Mekt reserved the right to worry. The right to worry a lot.
Flipping through the music tracks until he found one with a sensual beat, Nasir smiled and began his dance. His was a dance of passion-- lust, vicious sex in motion, teasing, titillating. His eyes caught Kamil's and never let go, demanding and asking at the same time.
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 11:09 pm
"Nothing serious. But I did still hit my head. And it tends to hurt when hard things hit your noggin. It kind of feels like I got hit by a stray tennis ball." she mused. "So, I'm thinking I'll go take some headache medicine, and then come back and lay down. You can keep me company, if you like, though I can't promise I'll be very good company."
Kamil watched, carefully at first, until he caught on to the different feel of this dance. It didn't... feel like a teaching dance. A demonstration. He licked dry lips nervously, leaning forward silently, sapphire eyes curious, watchful.
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 11:19 pm
"I can get you the medicine," Mekt murmured, gently stroking Nakkie's hair subconsciously before rising from her side. "I'll be right back," he promised before going off to find said medicine and some water and bring it back to Nakkie.
Hands ran across his body, tempting-- Nasir hadn't danced for someone else in a long time on the spot like this, but... this seemed worth it. Moving closer to the boy, Nasir's smoldering eyes watching the boy. He wanted Kamil, and more importantly, he wanted Kamil to know it.
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 8:45 am
She smiled ruefully, watching him leave the room. Really, how to deal with being babied? She'd always been the one doing it, so it was very... awkward. But at the same time, she rather enjoyed it. The stroke of his hand against her hair had felt relaxing. She stretched out on the couch, yawning and rubbing her face against the arm of the couch much like a cat as she settled herself.
The accident... really, she couldn't believe she hadn't broken her neck. Then again, Crout had fallen out the third floor window and gotten up without a scratch- until he realized Alana was looking, and then he had cried and carried on. Maybe it ran in the family. She giggled, wincing when her skull thumped in protest, and relaxed, waiting for the boy to arrive. Within moments she was asleep, snoring softly.
He watched silently, shivering as Nasir moved closer. This was a look he'd seen rarely, but never directed at him. Even he, oblivious and disturbingly naive, knew that look. He swallowed nervously, tongue darting out to lick dry lips. Kamil rose slowly, moving forward, his gaze turning from solemn to impish as he moved closer to Nasir, until he was within easy reach, and started mimicking him, moving in a counter dance. Nasir moved like a predator- And Kamil was the prey who had just realized that predator was there. And was far, far too curious to ignore it's presence. His head tilted up, a slight invitation, one far too easy not to notice.
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