- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- Multiple posts per week
- 1-3 posts per week
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Female
A low groan of annoyance left that woman's throat ad Chaol insisted that these interactions were Elora's fault. That if she would just stop reacting, remained calm to his teases, his playful treatment of her—then he would lose interest. Perhaps he would even claim another victim whom he could flirt with, that he could get riled up.
However, Elora didn't want that. Selfishly she wanted to be the only one he teased like that. The only one he felt comfortable enough to pin against a wall, or press his lips to their ear. To have his wordy breaths tickle and chill her body. As much as she would complain or try to deny he had any effect on her, the ultimate truth was—she just couldn't.
She craved more intimacy from the man—despite everything that happened the night before. There was still a yearning that was hard to explain, and she didn't know just how much longer she could keep herself from pressing her lips against his. Encouraging him to continue until they both had their fill.
Just how much longer until one or both of them snapped?
Her darker thoughts concluding that she wouldn't even mind being friends with benefits with the man before her. Yet that was something she'd have to explain to Chaol, and she was sure he would not agree to such things. Seeing as he still kept the virtues of his time period alive and well.
So much so, that she was sure he would never disrobe in front of her. The smug little smile of hers—believing she had bested him at his own game, quickly disappearing as he tossed the towel aside.
A sharp, unexpected gasp leaving the young woman's mouth. Staring at him in all his glory before quickly casing her gaze aside. Turning her back to the man so he couldn't see the feverish blush on her face. So he couldn't tease her more than he had. So she wouldn't stare at the man with the most indecent thoughts running rampant through her mind.
"Okay, yup sounds great." Elora hurriedly agreed, clearly not processing what the man had said. Quickly she dashed out of his room, reaching her own just to firmly close the door and throw herself onto her bed. Heart racing as she tried to calm herself.
Eventually, the woman had came back downstairs. This time, however, Elora opted to wear a long-sleeved crop top, and jeans that perhaps fit a little too snug. The woman deciding if Chaol could tease her as he had, then she could at least do the same by showing a little bit of skin.
When she made it back into the dining room, food and drink in hand—she began to eat like nothing had changed. "I thought about what you said, and I'm really excited to watch the Twilight movies with you. We will see how many we can get through. I think there are like four or five altogether."
However, Elora didn't want that. Selfishly she wanted to be the only one he teased like that. The only one he felt comfortable enough to pin against a wall, or press his lips to their ear. To have his wordy breaths tickle and chill her body. As much as she would complain or try to deny he had any effect on her, the ultimate truth was—she just couldn't.
She craved more intimacy from the man—despite everything that happened the night before. There was still a yearning that was hard to explain, and she didn't know just how much longer she could keep herself from pressing her lips against his. Encouraging him to continue until they both had their fill.
Just how much longer until one or both of them snapped?
Her darker thoughts concluding that she wouldn't even mind being friends with benefits with the man before her. Yet that was something she'd have to explain to Chaol, and she was sure he would not agree to such things. Seeing as he still kept the virtues of his time period alive and well.
So much so, that she was sure he would never disrobe in front of her. The smug little smile of hers—believing she had bested him at his own game, quickly disappearing as he tossed the towel aside.
A sharp, unexpected gasp leaving the young woman's mouth. Staring at him in all his glory before quickly casing her gaze aside. Turning her back to the man so he couldn't see the feverish blush on her face. So he couldn't tease her more than he had. So she wouldn't stare at the man with the most indecent thoughts running rampant through her mind.
"Okay, yup sounds great." Elora hurriedly agreed, clearly not processing what the man had said. Quickly she dashed out of his room, reaching her own just to firmly close the door and throw herself onto her bed. Heart racing as she tried to calm herself.
Eventually, the woman had came back downstairs. This time, however, Elora opted to wear a long-sleeved crop top, and jeans that perhaps fit a little too snug. The woman deciding if Chaol could tease her as he had, then she could at least do the same by showing a little bit of skin.
When she made it back into the dining room, food and drink in hand—she began to eat like nothing had changed. "I thought about what you said, and I'm really excited to watch the Twilight movies with you. We will see how many we can get through. I think there are like four or five altogether."