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 Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 8:29 pm
Snuggling against his blankets and pillows, she closed her eye's for a moment before taking in a deep breath and lifting herself from it.
Most of her wetness had now become dampness.
Her hair clung to her neck, and her coat was glossy, shimmering as the fire's light hit against it.
Settling herself next to the fire, she tucked her legs underneath herself neatly, stretching her arms up.
She slowly begain to lean her torso side to side, and the front to back, leaving it craned backwards.
She closed her eye's feeling the nice stretch in her back, as her ribs were pressing against the back of her skin.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 8:39 pm
Onisim pushed the door open, refusing to look at Ilonka for the time being as he set down the basin by the counter. However, he couldn't help but glance at her from the corner of his eye. She was extremely slim from what he could see. So slim her ribs were jutting out from her torso. "So are you going to be cooking or just sitting there?" he stated curtly.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 8:52 pm
Opening her eye's slowly, she stared right at him still bent backwards.
Snaking her torso back up right and rolling her eye's at Oni's rushing, she looked at the fire as if hoping it would give her some back up.
Rising to her hooves effortlessly, she stepped over to the table, diagonal from Oni.
Collecting her hair into her hands, she was able to assemble it into a messy bun.
For she wanted to keep it off of her neck, as it was annoying how it would cling to her skin. Her slender neck exposed now, she rested her hands on her hips looking at her set up before her.
"Hmm. Ok. I think I can do this.." she nodded, her fiery eye's moving about at each item, taking sneak peek's at Oni's lower torso every once and awhile.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 9:02 pm
"Do whatever you want." Onisim sat down, "I only managed to find one pot. I don't know if its the right one for the job." he said slowly, his eyes on her neck. Ilonka was just slim in general. He wondered how soft the skin of her neck was. He tried to blink the thought out of his mind, starting to feel like some old perverted man. He cleared his throat again and for sake of conversation he said, "If there's anything else you need, I'll try and find it for you."
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 9:11 pm
Blinking at the pot he had supplied for her, she took hold of it, turning it to inspect every side.
Smiling, she looked to him "Oni. You did a great job cleaning this!"
She rubbed a finger on it, proud of his work.
"See, a real man can do "woman's work'." she grinned, placing it back down.
Blowing her bangs out of her face, she retreived a slick knife and began to skillfully prepare the mushrooms.
Cutting the stems off and cutting the caps in fours.
"Thanks, Oni dear. I appreciate it." Her crimson eye's glanced up at him and gave him a wink.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 9:16 pm
What the hell? She could tell that he actually cleaned it? "I thought that scrubbing all the scum off would take a toll on your tiny arm, so I did it for you." he rubbed the back of his neck as if he didn't care at all, "Nothing big. When you live alone, you have to clean up after yourself. But I don't think cleaning is really just a 'woman's job'." Onisim added more wood to the fire to keep it going, glancing at Ilonka every now and then, "Don't burn your finger like last time."
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 9:34 pm
Giving the pot a lick with her tongue, she tasted it and nodded approvingly.
"Thank you, Oni darling. That was ever so kind of youu."
Her little deer hips swayed as a tune played in her head.
Smiling at Oni's warning, she waved it off, starting up the little stove and placing the water filled pot on one of the burners.
Scooping the mushrooms into her hand, she dumped them in, and began to pinch a few spices to sprinkle into the soup to be.
Her eye's were totally focused on the cooking.
For once she was concentrating on something other than a guy.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 9:50 pm
"...Why did you just lick the pot?" Onisim couldn't help but stare at her in disbelief, all thoughts forgotten. "That ruins the whole point of washing it." He had to admit it was pretty boring watching her cook, so he took a small woodchip from the pile of firewood in the corner and began to whittle it away with a small knife. It was still boring, but it was much better than watching someone cook. He still couldn't believe she licked the pot. Now his whole dinner was probably infested with her saliva. Not that it was a bad thing because he had worse but still...
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 10:30 pm
"I was just seeing how clean it was, Oni dear. Chill out, man." she sing-songed, stirring at the pot of bubbling yumminess.
Steam wafted from the pot, a Earthy aroma filling around her.
Closing her eye's and sniffing, she hums happily.
A stray hair falling, she tucks it back annoyed, since the heat from the stew is causing her to get rather hot.
Putting the top on the pot, she dusts her hands, and redoes her bun, glancing at Oni.
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 5:18 am
His nose wrinkled slightly at the scent, but nonetheless continued to whittle away at the piece of wood. He really wasn't making anything out of it. "I guess its almost ready?" he said absentmindedly, "There are bowls and spoons in the cupboard next to the stove." Onisim stared at the piece of wood in his hand, and simply threw it into the fire. Placing his knife on the table, he looked at Ilonka, "What?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 9:34 am
In the fire light Oni was just so dang irrisistable.
How the light played on his feature's was so tempting.
Her eye's kept checking him out shamelessly, tracing every bulge and crease of a muscle.
Having to bite her lip to hold herself back, she shook her head and looked away from him, laughing to herself.
He was just easy to make lusty idea's about. She sighed.
Rubbing at her shoulder she closed her eye's, feeling at the tension in her neck and shoulder meat.
She leaned her neck to the side to try and loosen up a few knot's.
"Yep. Just about done." she confirmed, keeping her eye's closed.
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 9:47 am
He wondered if there was something on his face when Ilonka laughed at him, he wiped his face with his fingers clumsily confused. Onisim eyed Ilonka as she rubbed her neck and shoulders, "Is your neck alright?" he said talking about the wound earlier, "Is something wrong with it?" he made a move to get up, but decided against it.
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 9:55 am
Moaning slightly in annoyance of her unusually tense shoulders, she remembered she that she had been wounded.
Ear's perked up in alarm almost, for she had totally fogotten about it.
Oh yeah.. that's right.
It had felt fine, perfect in fact, that she didn't even notice it.
She rubbed two finger's along it, feeling the embevled rise of the scar.
A sly smile hidden on her face, she stroked it gentley.
"Mm.. it's a little sore.." she lied; a plan starting to unfold in her mind.
She turned off the oven to let the pot finish cooking on it's own, moving it to another burner.
Glancing at Oni, she feinted a wince as she brushed against the scar
"Do you think you could check it for me..? See if it's ok?"
she leaned her head so that her neck and scar were more apparent.
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 10:04 am
"Alright." he said, deciding to get up. Onisim placed two rough fingers on the scar, pressing it gently. "It seems perfectly fine. Still a little pink though." he had a sudden urge to put both his hands on her shoulders ignoring it, he continued, "If it still causes you pain, we can go back to her tomorrow and she could give you a rub." Onisim's mouth suddenly felt dry, his heart beating slightly faster. He coughed again, wondering what exactly was wrong with him.
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 10:17 am
Her ear's laid back in pleasure as his manly hand felt along her scar.
His scent lingered about, making her feel ever so comfortable.
And desireable.
Oh but how she did not want to go back and see that old hag of a women.
And that little pest of a girl as well.
Raising her hand to place on Oni's as he prodded at the scar.
Her finger's slide along his, traveling to the scar as well.
"Oh? Perhaps it just needs sometime.."
Her soft finger's were so little compared to his strong manly ones
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