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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 4:11 pm
Detraeus drew his finger along the shaft of an arrow, studying the markings thereupon, and then nocked it, attention flicking to a distant line of marked posts. Targets.
It was early evening, Eowyn’s tireless sun hanging midway into the lower half of the sky and making long shadows across the sand. Detraeus had spent the earliest part of the day hunting, a latter part training with Casseth, mid-afternoon at the pit to sign on for another set of matches, and now, he was testing a particular set of spelled arrows, designed — when shot in formation — to erect a barrier. Helpful for a physical fighter in particular when pitted off against mages of various sorts.
He waited, holding himself locked in firing position as a gust rolled through. When it petered away, he fired. Three shots in rapid succession hit their targets — thhwp, thhwp, thhwp — and he felt the ripple of magical energy bend through the air like a pulse on a breath. The barrier was barely visible, all but wholly transparent, the only noticeable difference between it and air being that vision beyond it looked vaguely distorted. Bent, like a reflection in an imperfect mirror.
He counted the seconds that it lasted in his mind — one, two, three… — and made it to nineteen before the barrier cracked, and dissipated. Twenty seconds, he guessed. Useful, if timed right. But then, that was a qualifier for nearly everything, regardless. So, satisfied, he went to retrieve the arrows, inspecting to assure himself the tips were undamaged before slotting them back into a specialty pouch on his quiver where they belonged. It was on his way back, his mind distracted by the mechanics of battle strategy and the potential opponents he might face in the coming pit match, when Ara emerged from the house, and Detraeus paused midway into a stretch of his bow. His gaze tripped down over her like a pebble skipping across the surface of a lake, and his thought process, likewise, took a sharp bend in direction.
“Ara.”
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 4:13 pm
As early evening began to settle in, Ara cleaned up her mess. She had gotten a last minute order for some chocolate pastries and the client needed them the next day. With that finished, she decided it was as best a time to go find Detra as any other. Maybe he would want to help her cook supper. So she headed out the door and stopped in the middle of closing it as she heard her name. Ara looked up, smiling as soon as her eyes landed on Detra. “Just the man I was looking for.” She leaned against the door frame and crossed her arms.
“I was just about start cooking supper. Anything in particular you’d like?” Araceli watched as Detra moved, eyes sliding over his body and appreciating every inch of the man in front of her. She pushed away from the doorway and padded over to Detra, smiling as she reached him and leaned in for a quick kiss. “Why not put your bow away for the day? You’ve been practicing for a while, your fingers must be going numb by now.” She took hold of his free hand and raised it up to her lips and kissed the palm of his hand before lacing their fingers together.
“Help me cook? I made a few extra pastries for us after we eat.”
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Tangled Puppet Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 4:13 pm
Detraeus blinked, and then hummed, allowing his posture to relax and his bow to fall to his side as she kissed him and his hand. When she laced their fingers, his attention was fixated on the way sunlight looked on the curve of her lashes, and how easy it was to hold her now.
“Mm,” he grunted in response to her question. “Yes…”
But his focus was largely elsewhere, and instead of allowing her to pull immediately away or guide him off, he put up his bow on his back and placed his spare hand on her hip, holding her in in order to kiss her properly. Less quickly. More lingering. His tail took this as sufficient invitation to sweep around, coil around to the backs of her legs and skirt up them, and sometime in the midst of the process he apparently came to a mental breakthrough because, whether or not he fully intended to voice the statement aloud or not, as soon as the kiss broke, the words left his mouth:
“I’ve decided I would like to sleep with you…”
Araceli stilled, and blinked. “What…here?” she responded. “Now?”
Immediately, Detraeus’ face heated, and he took a half-step back, shaking his head rapidly. “No, sorry, I mean—not…here. I…” He cleared his throat, rolling his shoulders and blinking rapidly as he glanced away, abashed. “I just…later. In private. When it…makes sense…I would like to. Instead of…not…” He frowned, and grimaced. “That is. If you would like to. Too. Obviously…not if…” He swore beneath his breath. “Dinner. I can help with dinner.”
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 4:14 pm
Ara couldn’t help but let a light, airy laugh escape her as Detra fumbled over his words. He had been so confident when he’d said he had decided he wanted to sleep with her but any farther than that and he became tongue tied, tripping over his own words. When he stepped back, she stepped with him, reaching out to grab hold of his hand. She tugged him in close, pressing her body against his and smiling as she leaned in and kissed his lips. She lingered there, enjoying the feel of his body against hers. Ara nipped at his bottom lip lightly, tugging and then kissing again before pulling back.
“It could be now…” She squeezed his hand and turned to move inside, guiding him in behind her. When they were both inside, she closed the door with her foot and leaned back against it. “There’s plenty of time for dinner...later.” Ara tugged Detra towards her, hand reaching up and back to cup his head and tug him down for another kiss. It amazed her with how far he had come in the past month, especially after having learned his secret. She wrapped her other arm around his neck, holding him close as she continued to drag at the kiss. Still, she had not expected this out of him so soon.
It thrilled her to know that he trusted her enough to want to do something that scared him to death. She would remember this day for all eternity. Her hips arched away from the door, grinding against Detra as a small groan escaped her lips. She broke the kiss but didn’t move away, instead she let her forehead rest against his. “You’re sure you want to do this?” she asked as her fingers traced small circles on the back of his neck.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 4:14 pm
“Ah…bu—mm…” Detraeus’ brow pinched, but he didn’t object when she guided him off. He honestly hadn’t intended to do anything ‘now’. The words had simply come out. Thus, even once they were inside, he continued to mumble something about pastries, and dinner, and plenty of time for other things later…
But Ara seemed to have no interest in listening, and he wasn’t especially forceful with his objections to begin with. He let her kiss him, and then, as it progressed, it became more than ‘let’. He wound up with her against the closed door, his arms caging her in and hers holding him locked tight. At her question, he grunted and shook his head.
“No…” But he let their foreheads rest together anyway and relaxed his posture a fraction, his arms dropping down from the door to come to a rest on her hips. “I don’t—not everything now…just…one small thing…? And others later? I want to…try to do…or to learn how to…” He hesitated, feeling immensely awkward in the moment, “…please you.”
“Detra…” Her fingers brushed his cheek, and he lifted his lashes, meeting her stare. “You know you do please me already. If you don’t want to—”
“I want to learn to please you in this way,” Detraeus said, this time with conviction. A ripple of concern remained in his expression though, and after a long moment, he eventually added, quieter, “Just…slowly. Please?”
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 4:14 pm
A soft smile curled up lips upwards as she placed a light kiss on his lips. “We’ll go as slow as you need to,” Ara said as she pushed at his chest and moved away from the door. She turned and made sure the house was locked up tight before she took hold of Detra’s hand and guided him off to her bedroom. She turned away from him, closing the door and pausing as she closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and turned, eyeing him carefully. “Lesson one...is learning to undress me.”
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