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Sayuri wiped her hands on a tea towel, and walking from the kitchen went to answer the front door.
'Well hello,' she said, smiling.
'Cyrus isnt it? How can I help?' she asked.

'Oh she's around,' she chuckled.
'In the woods,' she walked out of the door and showed him where their garden met the tree-line.
'I believe she is hanging around somewhere near the edge of the woods. If you go up to the big old oak and yell for her she should hear you and come running.'

Rhiannon was in fact in the top most branches of the oak tree, but hadnt seen Cyrus approach as she she had been looking into the woods. She climbed down quickly, and swung upside down from the lowest branch, her head suddenly at Cyrus's head level.
'Hi,' she giggled.

'Yes I'm fine mr.grumpy,' she teased a little, reaching up to grab the branch with her hands. She unlocked her legs and lowered them, finally dropping to the ground. She tugged down the sleeve-less tee she was wearing and brushed bark dust from her legs. Suddenly she wasnt so sure if the cut-off denims shorts that just skimmed her butt were such a good thing to be wearing around Cyrus, but well it was a fairly warm day and she liked to be comfortable when she ran around.
'And how are you?' she asked, tilting her head to one side and looking at him.


(( could have been worse - she could have been nekkid XD ))

'Creepy guy?' she sat down on the grass out in the sun a little way from the trees. The grass-blades tickled her legs and she looked up at Cyrus, wondering if he would join her on the lawn.
'What kind of creepy guy?'

'What happened? He didnt attack anyone..or you did he?' she asked, rolling onto her side and leaning on her elbows. She plucked idly at the grass. If this 'creepy guy' had tried anything...well there wasnt much more then a week or so till the next full moon and the guy would find himself at the end of an attack.

She laughed.
'Oh really? Well that sounds like something my dad would do,' she smiled softly.
'I'm glad the guy didnt do anything to you though,' she plucked the grass some more.

'Ahh..' she fidgeted a little. How was she? Hmm - couldnt tell him about her new friend. Not when she wasnt even sure how she felt about Kate. Because she still liked Cyrus. She realised she was taking a long time to answer an easy question.
'I've been okay,' she sat up again and twisted, showing him her thigh and her knife wound that was now an angry red scar.
'This is healing pretty well.' she said. She run her hand over the raised skin and wriggled her toes a little.
'How have you been?'

'Oh whys that?' she asked, eager to have a different subject to talk about. She gathered up all the grass she had uprooted and sprinkled it on Cyrus's belly.

She bared her little, sharp canine teeth and mock-growled;
'Oh I thought there might have been a reason for you staying with her.' she flicked grass blades on him again, poking her tongue at him in retort.

Rhiannon nodded, lying on the grass herself, her head kinda close to Cyrus's. She squinted in the sunlight and let out a long sigh.
'I have Sati's place if I need to get away from here so I know what you mean.'
Like when it pissed her off that her Aunt was still here - the Aunt that tried to kill her.

Rhi raised an eyebrow at his tone of voice and propped herself up again, moving a little so that she could see his face.
'Are you okay?' she asked softly, concerned about him.

'Yeah you said you were fine,' she sighed.
'Someone like your mum?'
That was an odd way of putting it.
'What is she like then?' she asked, not sure if he would even tell her.

That didnt sound like very much fun, she thought. Right now she had an almost overwhelming desire to hug the fox-boy.
'I can see why you would get sick of it,' she said.
'And she's like that all the time?'

She sat up properly as he did..maybe now, she mused;
'That really doesnt sound fun at all.' she draped an arm around his shoulders and gently hugged him. She smiled a little, hoping this wasnt going to make him run a mile.

'Well I worry about you. I'm allowed to right? After all you did the big worry thing over me when I got attacked,' she kept her arm around him, happy that he wasnt moving.
'I mean - you came over here to see how I was right?'

'But..' she rolled her eyes, turning her head away a little so he couldnt see her expression.
'This is still something that even if its not injuring you - its still causing you pain of a kind.' she snuggled against him a little, hoping that he wouldnt bolt.
'And I care you big silly - even if you think its 'gross' and all that.'

Her heart thudded in her chest when he put his face closer to hers and her cheeks slowly began to resemble a beet.
'I want to worry about you.' she said softly.
'You - its just I think that if I say something that shows I care, that you'll think its girly mush.'

'I dont know,' she mumbled, inwardly wailing that if she didnt kiss him soon she would probably - implode or something.
'I find it hard to seperate the you know from the you who claimed I gave you cooties,' and she poked her tongue out at him.
'Well..that was instinct n stuff,' she ran her fingers through the grass, pleased that he thought she could handle herself.

'Yeah you were mean,' she grinned, and shrugged again, her cheeks still radiating heat.
'Well...you tried to help. And that meant alot to me.' she shuffled over towards him.
'I dont think I ever thanked you for trying to help.' she smiled a little.

'You wanted to though. And I do have to thank you,' she had moved closer to him by then. Close enough to move in and...she quickly pressed her lips against his and kissed him; if he runs away I'll probably regret this, was her fleeting thought. But then again she would regret not doing it.

'I know that. I just wanted to do it. Dont you ever just want to do stuff?' she winked at him.
'Besides. Was it so horrible?'
After all, she had enough practice lately in kissing. She couldnt be that bad anymore.

'Oh sorry,' she giggled.
'I'll tell you next time I'm about to do that then hows that?' she stretched her arms above her head, her top riding up and then leaned back again on the grass.
'Kissing is nice anyway.' she declared.

She laughed;
'No of course not,' she turned and looked at him.
'You are the second person I have kissed.'

'Ahh well its no one you know,' she said, looking up at the sky. She really wasnt ready to tell anyone about her possible relationship with Kate.

'Err sure,' she stammered, going red again. She composed herself and chuckled softly.
'Feeling a bit swamped by girlies huh?' she teased.

'Aww. You poor thing.' she laughed, then sat up, looking over at her house. She was sure she could hear Sayuri yelling and sure enough her mother came walking across the garden towards where they were sitting.
'Rhiannon. You were supposed to clean that tip of a room up.' she looked at Cyrus.
'I'm sorry but Rhiannon needs to come inside now.' she smiled a little.
'She'll be able to entertain guests again in a week or so when she isnt grounded for shirking her chores.'
Rhiannon spluttered;
'Muuuum!'
'Dont even start,' warned Sayuri.
'I gave you plenty of warning that this would happen if you didnt do what you were asked to do.' and she walked off towards the house again.
'Ergh,' Rhiannon said, standing and scuffing the ground with her heel.
'Well I guess I best say goodbye,' she pouted.

She laughed;
'Yeah well I'll probably end up sneaking out anyways,' she giggled, padding over to him and giving him a swift hug before he could escape. She ran up towards her house, turning and yelling goodbye to him as he walked off.

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...

Rhiannon: 'I dont think I'm that pretty,' Rhiannon mumbled, her head tilting so that her cheek brushed along his hand.
'Someone that looks like you do; you could get so many prettier girls kissing you.'

Damien: Damien blinks again, again caught off guard by the last comment. "Rhiannon," he starts. "You are pretty. Don't think that of yourself." He shakes his head a little, smiling a bit again. "I think that might be the curse of strong women. Being strong defines them, so they don't think there is any room for being beautiful." Obviously, he's had this conversation before. He reaches up and lightly goes to poke Rhiannon's nose. "As for me," he shrugs. "It's the elven blood," he chuckles softly.

Rhiannon: 'Oh elven blood huh? Maybe I need some of that in me,' she grinned.
'You think I'm strong?' she blushed, hiding her face with her hands - but peeking through the gaps in her fingers to look at him.

Damien: Damien merely shakes his head at the first comment. After a moment's pause, he nods the affirmative to her. "One of two that I know. In my opinion, you could handle anything that was sent your way," he shrugs slightly again.

Rhiannon: She dropped her hands from her face, one of them sliding into his hair again (she loved the reaction she got from running her fingers through it), and the other traced a tiny circle on his chest under his open shirt.
'I think I can handle most things..' she smiled softly.
Except of course this sudden odd attraction for someone who had until now just been a great friend.

Damien: His heavy lidded eyes seem to droop a little as a knee-jerk reaction to Rhiannon's fingers in his hair again. Damien's muscles tense a little when he feels her touch on his chest, but he soon relaxes again. He nods at her last statement. "As I assumed you could. Better to handle things than run away from them, in any case," he says. He is, though, unaware of how he can carry on a conversation as he is when she's thoroughly relaxing him again.

Rhiannon: She giggled, shifting slightly on his lap;
'I'm not squashing you am I?' she asked, her fingers tangled in the strands of his hair. She wasnt real sure if she should stay on his lap much longer. Damien was starting to look...kind of delicous. This must be that animal attraction thing Kate had warned her about. The closer to the full moon, the more wanton she would become.

Damien: He lifts a brow, and seems to look as though it just hit him that she is still in his lap. He blinks twice before answering. His usual small smile appears on his lips as he says, "No, you are not. But, if I am uncomfortable to you, it wouldn't hurt my feelings if you moved." He's a thin boy, he's not unsure of his bones can be felt when seated . . . well, on him.
He just wishes she wouldn't have shifted quite the way she did. . . . He's got a slight tingling sensation in his gut now. . . .

Rhiannon: 'No you are perfectly comfortable,' she giggled, sitting still again.
'I was just...curious.' and she flung her arms around him, staring up and into his eyes.
'Damien do you like me?' she asked, her voice light and airy in tone as if the question wasnt as serious as it sounded.

Damien: Oh no, are the thoughts in his head. He does like Rhiannon, but this sort of question is very loaded, he would have been able to tell you that way before he had his growth spurt, and all those wierd things started happening to his body.

His aqua eye meet her green ones, and he runs through possible answers that wouldn't get him in trouble. He shifts a little in his seat, and absently runs his fingers over the small of his back as he thinks.

Finally, he decides on honesty, "I like you, Rhiannon," he replies, the smile forming more comfortably on his lips again.

Rhiannon: 'Thats good,' she grinned.
'I was going to tickle you if you didnt.'
She winked at him. Not wanting to push it - after all the strong approach hadnt worked so great with Cyrus, she decided to just interpret his liking her as she wanted and not ask him 'how' he liked her.

Damien: Damien's composure seems to falter a bit at the threat. He shakes his head. "No tickling, please?" he asks, his smile turned to a nervous one. He tugs lightly on the end of her hair. Of course, it is too late to take back his slip of one of his weaknesses.

Rhiannon: She grinned wider, showing her tiny pointed canines;
'Oh so what do I get for not tickling you?' she lazily closed her eyes as he tugged on her hair. It was kind of soothing.

Damien: "Uhm" he says articulately. "What do you want?" Damien asks, watching her.

Rhiannon: 'Oh dont worry,' she said, opening her eyes a little bit and tilting her head closer to his.
'It will be something you'll enjoy,' and she kissed him again.

Damien: Damien is suprised again. He returns the kiss, in his inexperienced way. Instincts take control again, and his arms snake around Rhiannon again.

Rhiannon: Rhi gently nibbles on Damiens bottom lip, remembering that she had liked that when it was done to herself and then kissed him again, savouring the feel of his mouth on hers. His scent intoxicates her, her sense of smell heightened by the close-ness of the new lunar phase and she growls softly, finally pulling away when she becomes breathless;
'Sorry,' she mumbled, embarrassed at how she had gotten carried away.

Damien: Damien's eyes open slowly. Every time Rhiannon moves, the tingling in his gut seems to grow. With a slight flush on his cheeks, he looks at her curiously. "Sorry? For what?"

Rhiannon: 'I thought I had gotten too carried away..' she looked at him.
'Did I go too far?' she asked tentatively.

Damien: Damien shakes his head. "I don't think you did, in any case," he says. "I'm not running, am I?" he adds, a bit of a good-natured twinkle in his eyes and a grin as he pokes fun at Cyrus's behavior.

He does find himself wondering how the heck they will act around each other when they see each other next. Will it be awkward, or will they just slip back into their old selves again? There's something to think on. . . .

Rhiannon: 'Well I am sitting on you,' she giggled.
'So I dont think you can run away.' she poked her tongue out at him, twirling the ends of his hair in her fingers.
'What are you thinking about?' she looked into his eyes, and poked the end of his nose lightly.

Damien: Damien chuckles. "I guess that's true," replies. He wiggles his nose at the poke, but merely shrugs at her question. "Nothing really. Sometimes, thoughts race too quickly in my mind for me to put them into words," he smiles again, and reaches up to tap Rhiannon's temple. "Unless you can read my mind, I won't be able to tell you." Of course, he is fibbing, just a little. But, fibbing well. He doesn't feel that his thoughts, at this moment, should be expressed.

Rhiannon: 'No I cant,' she wrinkled her face up at the idea.
'I wouldnt have asked otherwise.' she fell silent a moment.
'Maybe...I really should get off your lap I guess.'
Rhiannon pushed her bottom lip out in a pouty fashion at the thought.

Damien: Damien blinks a little. "If you want," he says, his brow furrowing now. "Did I say something?" he asks, tilting his head to the side a little.

Rhiannon: She shook her head;
'No no,' tugged lightly on his hair that she still had in her fingers.
'I just...I dont know if is this right - y'know. Because your my friend. Although we did kiss,' she giggled, then shrugged dramatically.
'I dont actually want to get off. But I read that...well like if a guy gets too - umm worked up,' she whispered.
'Stuff happens.' she nodded.

Damien: Damien blushes a little, and is determined to look at anything but Rhiannon. "I was actually thinking," she brought up part of it anyway, "how we would act when next we saw each other. If it would be awkward. I don't want that, but I don't regret anything that was done today."

Then, he blush deepens a little and he gives a slight cough, as though to clear his throat. "Erm . . . well. . . as long as you don't. . . . wiggle. . . ."

Rhiannon: 'I dont think it will be awkward,' she tilted her head to one side, regarding him thoughtfully.
'I mean we just kissed...a few times. Its not like we are married now or anything even.'
Rhiannon wondered why she couldnt wiggle;
'Wiggle?' and as she said that she moved her bottom slightly on his lap as she peered at him.
'Why should I not wiggle?'

Damien: Damien isn't even able to respond. The tingling sensation is in his guy again, and he moves his legs a little, shifting in his seat. He clears his throat again, and managed, in a voice that is cracking, "Rhiannon, please stop moving. . . ."

Rhiannon: Rhiannon still didnt quite get it and she shifted again. Then suddenly a blush spread across her cheeks as she finally did get it!
'Oh..my ..'
She slid quickly off Damien's lap.
'I'm so sorry, I really am Damien,' she curled up hiding her face. She was such an idiot! Now he would probably think she was...a sex maniac or something!

Damien: Damien is blushing again when she slides off his lap, and he automatically grabs the ends of his shirt and brings it over his lap, bending his knees a little. This is certainly a sort of first for him. "No - Rhiannon, it's fine." He would have been over by her, trying to comfort her, but he really can't move right now. Or, he doesn't trust himself to. He starts stuttering things like "It's a natural reaction" and such things.

Finally, he forces himself to take a calming breath. This is actually a little scary! "Rhiannon, don't blame yourself, really," he says, his voice one of calm now. Even if he wanted to run, he doesn't think he could. He couldn't even walk, in his thinking, in this state. What the heck was he supposed to do!

Rhiannon: 'Yeah they..those.. are natural..' she would not say 'erection'. Damien would probably skitter away as fast as his legs could carry him if she came out with a word like that.
'Would it help if I put on proper clothes?' she asked, pointing at her two-piece.

Damien: "I don't know," Damien admits. "I don't know what will help. . . ." hopelessly clueless - after all, he has only had hormones for a little over a week, and only woke with something like this one day out of that week - he shifts in his seat again. "Erm. . . . gods, this is very embarassing," he says, blushing again and managing a smile with it.

Rhiannon: 'Its ok...' she patted him on the shoulder.
'Its all my fault for being a wriggler,' she said, trying to cheer him up. She hugged him, and planted a kiss on his cheek.

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

'Yes I guess it is.' she agreed.
'But you know,' she took the plate with a little smile of thanks.
'You bring out something from me to.' Rhiannon unwrapped her sandwich and concentrated on it.

She chewed her food slowly, trying to think how best to put it without freaking him out.
'Its hard to explain,' she said finally, putting the plate down to one side.
'Its like I want to be - a good person around you. You make me blush so much and I didnt think I could get so easily embarrassed. I like you alot Damien. And I know it might seem fast. But its like the feelings were just waiting for someone who made me feel special. And not some over-sexed wolven freak,' her voice sounded a tinge bitter at her last words.

'I've just been feeling like I should apologise for who I am lately.' she mumbled, then blinked.
'Umm I'm sorry - did you really just say that?' Rhiannon blushed again but ignored it. She reached out, putting a hand on his arm and then knelt by his side and hugged him.
'What does this..I am your girlfriend? No no - forget I said. Thats too soon right?' she giggled nervously.
'I'm sorry...I - you just dont know how happy your words made me is all.'

'You really have had fun with me?'
He was just too sweet. She smiled at him and then he went quiet, looking at his food the same way she had just done with hers;
'Damien? What is it?' she asked, resisting the urge to kiss him right this second - she really did want to know what he was thinking about.

'Well I might say that - but you wouldnt know until you told me.' she smiled a little.
'You didnt make a fool out of yourself. You never could,' she placed a hand gently on his wrist and leaning in, kissed lightly on his cheek, brushing the edge of his facial scales with her lips.
'You can eat it now,' she giggled.

'Why would you think that?' she sat next to him, holding her cheek and feeling light headed. It was just - well there was going to be a good diary entry when she got home!

'I understand that.' she nodded thoughtfully.
'Well I cant see why I'd be angry with you anyways. Your so cute!' she said playfully.
'Ok sounds like a plan.' she got a drink herself, sipping on it and thinking. She watched him as she drunk, smiling inside. She was mooning over him! Wow she really did have it bad. Thankfully she hadnt blurted out the one thing she had realised when they were sitting on his bed together. Nope - no way. Say that and watch him do a 'Road Runner' impression? She was learning that with guys that the less one said about feelings the better.

'No you dont have anything on your face,' she grinned, snapping out of her reverie. She leaned in again and kissed him full on the lips.
'That was what was missing,' she declared as she pulled away.
Rhiannon tilted her head;
'Sure! Sounds like fun.' she sat crosslegged.
'Teach me please!'

'Well okay I'll try,' Rhiannon sounded the syllables in her head before speaking the small phrase;
'Vanimle sila tiri,' she said.
'Was that ok? What does it mean?'

'Damien..' she whispered his name, feeling her heart melt into a puddle. He thought she was beautiful? She leaned her cheek against his hand.
'I wish - I could tell you something like that in a pretty tongue. But I just have my normal words..'
No she would lose her head and say it! She looked into his eyes.
'You are so very good to me.' she lightly brushed her nosetip against his.

'Oh you can huh?' she smiled impishly, kissing him back when his lips met hers. She felt a little annoyed when he pulled away but she checked herself. There was so much time for them to be close and intimate. She giggled at his comment.
'Well I best get off it then huh?' Rhiannon got to her feet and moved off the blanket.

'I wouldnt fit,' she grinned.
'I see,' she looked in the direction he was pointing, and she was about to move off when he said something in elvish.
'What does that mean?' Rhiannon asked him, an eyebrow raised.

She just chuckled at that - Lady..really she never thought of herself as that!
'I'm sure I will,' although Rhiannon felt a little touch of something when Tinania's name was mentioned. She wasnt sure what it was. It was all very confusing. Did Damien like Tinania as more then just a friend? She didnt even know how to ask. She looked at the elf and politely smiled.
'Its nice to meet you,' she said.

She wondered what this Ximena had said and just nodded at Damien's explanation. Only her affection for Damien was stopping Rhiannon from bolting right now. The elves exotic look, their language she didnt understand - she felt very much like an intruder.
'Hello,' she smiled at Rinon, hiding her nerves. She looked at Damien.
'I dont really drink tea,' she said shyly.
'But I dont mind joining you.' she managed, noticing how close Damien and he were in appearance.

'So many people,' she whispered back to Damien.
'I'm worried I'll do something dumb and they all hate me.'
Rhiannon gave a little bow of her head when introduced the frail looking elderly elf to her;
'Thank you,' she said.
'I hope we are not intruding,' she said, shaking the hand, feeling the thinness of it.