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 Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 11:59 am
Loftily, he poked her tummy; right about the same time he slipped a bandage over the burns on her face. His thumb gently ran over the line, making sure the padded gauze was settled snugly against her face; that way, when she slept, it would hurt less to have those burns touch anything.
"And if I don't?" His head tilted brattily, smugly. "V'hat v'ill you do then? You are tiny. Nothing against my might."
He flexed an arm, just to show off. And preen. Just a little bit.
And so the Male Valeriu flaunts his plumage in front of his intended female---
"You see? Mighty and manly. Too manly for ouchie-kisses!"
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 12:05 pm
She turned her head obstinately away, her bottom lip jutting out in rejection. Oh no, she would not fall for this-- She was far too clever to be lured away by such petty things as muscles--
Okay, maybe not so much. An eye darted back, sidelong, and just enough to get a quick peek before returning hastily to stare at the toilet.
Her hands still ached in her lap, but for the sake of the situation, she would ignore them.
“Too manly for kissies?” She parroted, still haughtily looking at the toilet instead of Valeriu, “I will have to remember that! I might slip up and kiss you good morning, or goodbye, or goodnight!”
“I’m so glad you told me!” She teased, turning up her nose, “I might have continued to kiss you forever! And that’s not very manly!”
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 12:11 pm
"V'hat?" he asked, aghast. "No, no! There is a difference!" He craned his neck to try and make eye contact, a full-blown pout upon his face.
Ears flattened back? Check.
Shoulders hunched? Check.
Tail curled pathetically around himself? Check.
Pleading eyes? Check!
She would fall, and she would fall hard.
"There's a difference," he repeated, pawing at her legs woefully. "Ouchie-kissies are not manly. Kisses are!" He leaned in, breaking his own personal rule long enough to smudge a kiss upon her neck to convince her. "You see? Yes?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 12:38 pm
Her stare softened some-- the plan had worked like a charm!
“I dunno, I can’t tell the difference.” She positively crooned, hunting for more kissies. Even as mean as she was, they were both working their way towards the same goal. “Show me one more time--”
With her face covered in wounds, he wound find himself in a pickle. But he was Vale, and somehow--somehow-- he’d find a way to coat her with sweet kissies.
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 12:51 pm
"Here, let me show you," he murmured back, placing the lightest kiss possible across her bandages. "That's an ouchie-kiss," he accompanied it with a small 'mwah' sound, "And this--" His lips dipped back down to her neck, coating it in a line of kisses straight to her shoulder as his sharp canines dragged against her skin. "This is regular."
The air had changed pretty damn fast, he vaguely realized. He felt charged - this slight body caged between his arms and legs, pressing against his chest. He found it harder to stop in this air, harder to pull himself away.
Welcome back to the fog of lust, Tezcatlipoca chimed in his ear.
And there went the mood.
Way to go, you b*****d.
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 1:05 pm
The line of kisses felt as if he were stunning all of her senses. Her body froze, caught in a mixture of tenseness and comfort, trembling as each kiss made it’s way towards her shoulder.
It was easy to ignore all the other feelings she had been experiencing when presented with something that just felt so good. She wanted it to continue. This small corner of bliss in the big dark world. If they stayed like this, all the worries of the real world disappeared into nothingness.
Coquettishly, unsure of whether to be shy or not, she pulled up, planting a small kiss upon his lips. She dipped down, ending it slowly, before quickly darting back up for another.
While she was unaware of the situation, Mixcoatl was blissfully silent when compared to Tezcatlipoca.
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 1:12 pm
He growled at his god in a wordless shut up, following Tepin stubbornly for a longer kiss. The short ones were too short; definitely not enough to satisfy him. But his god's laughter peppered against his brain like children egging a house, and reluctantly he had to draw back.
"C'mon," he nudged, hands sliding to her waist to help set her up-right, so that she didn't have to use her hands. "You must be hungry, judging by how long you've had those burns. Let's go get you something to eat, da?"
He grinned, though it was short-lived with the swelling in his cheek, gently pushing her up and out the door.
"Plus, I'm hungry too."
In more ways than one. But he could at least satisfy the normal hunger.
It was a good thing Quinn stopped him...right?
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 9:17 pm
She was herded along like a sheep, wiggling as she tried to control her own path.
She was failing. Valeriu was much bigger and stronger, and would be able to navigate the girl with more ease than if she had attempted (Her brain was still quite muddled with kisses, after all.) Tepin made her flabbergasted way down the steps (Tiptoes and intent watching the distance). Why did he stop? There had to be some kind of a reason. Bad breath? She had thought that she was clean enough…
“What’s--” Her words stopped. It would be weird to ask him why he stopped. Silently, with about as much flair as a dead cat, she threw herself into her chair, careful to keep her hands free from anything that might… well… Touch them. At all.
It sucked to be wounded.
“You’re cooking?” She positively cooed; Vale’s cooking was so amazingly above her own. When he had time to cook, it was always a treat. “Just reheat something--” As much as she wanted to be spoiled, Vale was way more injured than she was. She had to quell her desire.
Was it even possible to eat with her stumpy-lump hands?
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 9:36 pm
"Yup," he confirmed, rummaging through the fridge. His hands deftly picked out ingredients; bow-tie pasta, ground beef, milk and butter and spices. With a flick of a thumb, the stove-top was turned on, one series of concentric circles glowing red under the increasing heat until the skillet covered them. "Just some beef stroganoff. Simple, hearty, and healthy!"
Hearty. Mm.
Perhaps he should've phrased differently. Last night, after the fight, it'd seemed like his hunger had spiked the minute he thought he had that heart within his grasp. And now, without it--
He worried at his lip, rolling a fang carefully along it. The smell of the browning beef he was currently pushing around with a wooden spoon did nothing but emphasize his hunger.
Mrr.
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 11:01 pm
She rolled on the chair, sitting perpendicular to it with her short legs hanging over the arm rest as any young civilized girl would sit.
“I dunno, hun.” The affectionate term felt so nice on her tongue, even as embarrassing as it was, “Am I gunna be able to eat with these?” He had wrapped them himself-- surely he would know.
The wounds were comparatively small. Sure, they stung, but within a few days, she’d be back to her regular routine, right? She hoped so. They could not afford to have half of their task force out of commission for too long.
Particularly not with the other half also being wounded. They really were a motley pair, the two of them.
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 11:14 pm
He grinned, pouring his collection of pasta and milk and spices and sauce into the skillet with the browned beef. "Yep!"
Just had to let it simmer--placing a top over the skillet helped bring it to a boil faster. But not fast enough. He tapped his foot, impatient, checked the pasta, poked and prodded and waited until the stroganoff was ready and he could dish it out into a bowl.
Meaty pasta in hand, he grabbed a fork and wound his way to the table, pulling up a chair next to her and grabbing a forkful of the dinner. Lifting it up, he carefully blew on the hot mixture, before holding it up to her mouth encouragingly.
"Ahh!" he prompted, chirping. "Open v'ide for the barge ship!"
He was going to hand-feed her.
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