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 Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 9:17 pm
"That sounds like a good time to Herryk," he agreed. Taking Freya shopping sounded like a pretty sweet deal, especially if he got to pick out things that she would wear for him. He was almost certain that he would like everything that she tried on for him. Thankfully he was a frugal boil and had a nice hunk of seeds saved up. Until he'd met her, there hadn't really been anything he wanted to spend seeds on aside from foxfire supplies.
"Wait. Did Freya say naked mens?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 9:18 pm
Freya snickered into her pillow again, before pulling it away. "If it makes yeh feel better, I promise I'll cover my eyes when the naked mens start dancing."
This did not necessarily sound like it was meant to make him feel better.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 9:23 pm
Herryk gave a snort of laughter.
"Dancing naked mens?"
That just sounded silly. Very silly.
"Oh look at me, I am a dancing man who is naked dancing."
As he spoke, Herryk shook his a** in a variety of ways. Little wiggles, side to side sways, was that some kind of little pelvic thrust? Probably. It was obvious he was mocking the masculinity of the dancers in question.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 9:26 pm
Freya was watching, very intently, as Herryk jokingly danced for her. Nothing her sister had planned could beat that kind of a show. Her head tilted, just slightly, to the left, and her breath shallowed.
"Sorry," She breathed out. "I can't sees that very well. Yeh comes closer and makes fun of the dancing men, ja?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 9:30 pm
"Herryk knows that tone of voice. Maybe once Freya gets back from her trip to her sister's wedding Herryk will be a silly naked dancing man but for now, Herryk has a mission."
He pointed a broad finger at the half-full bag, making a circular motion to indicate the empty bag as well.
"Still packing, Freya. What else is needed?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 9:42 pm
Freya whined in disappointment.
"One shirt and then we works on my shoes." Her hand waved lazily to the boxes at the bottom of the closet - gee there were a lot of them. "It will be easier for yeh now that yeh know what color my outfits are. Yeh has to match my shoes with them."
Yeah. Easy, right Herryk?
"Can't yeh just.. wiggle a little closer?" Her hand reached out and made grabby motions.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 8:30 am
Herryk had to admit, he really liked teasing Freya like this. He probably liked it a little too much. No, he definitely liked it too much.
"Aww, why does Herryk need to wiggle closer?" He gave a little shimmy, not really caring if he looked rather ridiculous while doing so. The movement brought him closer to the bed and yet far enough that her hand probably couldn't reach him.
This was a good thing for more than one reason.
He gave another little mocking shake of his hips, grinning at her over his shoulder.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 1:53 pm
"Because." She growled, sliding her legs over the bed. "If yeh don'ts, then yeh leaves me no choice." Her toes clenched and unclenched, before her feet hit the ground, and she started to attempt to stand.
"I has to come and gets yeh!"
It was a slow, and painful process, but she was up on her legs in a minute, looking like she was poised to pounce - if she had any ability to move that fast.
Which she didn't.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 2:01 pm
A look of straight-up horror flickered over Herryk's face as Freya rose to her feet. No, that wasn't supposed to happen. With a horrendous frown, Herryk turned around and very gently placed his hands on Freya's shoulders before pressing her back down onto the bed.
"Herryk doesn't think so." He scowled harshly.
"If Herryk ... tch.. If Herryk does as Freya asks, will Freya stay in bed?" That didn't sound like such a great deal. He looked contemplative for a moment. He should sweeten the pot. "Herryk will do whatever Freya wants as long as she stays in bed." He waggled his eyebrows as if the simple up-down gesture would convince her that this was the best deal ever.
"Please?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 2:10 pm
Sweeter words had never been spoken.
Freya crumbled back into the bed, her eyes closed and a very satisfied smile gracing her features.
"Deal." She whispered, snuggling back into the covers. Herryk had just made a deal with the devil. And not the one in the demon dorms - the one lying right in front of him.
Her arms rose up and gestured for him to come join her.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 2:14 pm
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What had he done.
Rubbing his jaw with a hand, Herryk peered down at Freya quizzically. He really had said too much hadn't he? The obvious answer to this was yes. Very much yes. Herryk, you are stupid. Very much stupid.
"Ahhh... Freya, maybe ... Herryk doesn't not want to hurt Freya and ahh.. packing... uhh the cupcakes? And the cookies. What about shoes?"
He had the feeling that if he climbed into that bed, all would be lost.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 2:18 pm
Freya's eyes opened, and narrowed. Her fingers twitched impatiently, gesturing for him to come hug her right now or so help her she was going to get up again-
Yes, her look and expression said all of that at once.
"Shoes can wait."
Did she just say that? Blasphemy.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 2:22 pm
Herryk sighed. It was a mournful sigh. It was a sigh that lamented all of the good intentions that Herryk had. It was a sigh of defeat.
Moving to perch on the very edge of the bed, Herryk turned at the waist. One arm planted on either side of Freya like big muscled pillars, and impossibly blue eyes peered down at the valkyrie.
:T
"Hello, Freya."
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 2:36 pm
Victorious, Freya pulled him down into her arms and snuggled him against like a giant draugr plushie. Everything about her hold said mine, mine, mine. In fact, if Herryk thought for a moment about it, there didn't necessarily seem to be any sexual tension emanating from her for once. She was using him as a giant body pillow.
"Hallo, my Herryk." She whispered.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 2:41 pm
Okay, this wasn't as bad as he'd thought it might've been. It was actually pretty nice, the way she was holding him in her arms, and Herryk let himself relax. He could feel the heat soak into his cool skin. Freya was just so soft and warm and she was his.
That was a nice thought.
"Herryk likes how that sounds," he whispered against her temple.
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