Parvaneh
She had been curled up in bed, book propped in her lap that she had steadily become more engrossed in. It was a collection of old Doman lore and folktales and she was finding some of them to be quite creative. If they were looking towards the Saika blade as a lead on the attacks to Suko'to and herself, it didn't hurt to become more educated-
The bed abruptly shifted, her mate being rather sneaky as he used his talents to maneuver without detection until he was sliding along the covers and right up next to her. Her lips curled into a smile as she felt his lips against her cheek giving a peck, then another, and another. "If you're going to be cuddly tonight, little moon, go wash up. I can still smell some blood on you."
Lili
The peck given to her cheek startled the alchemist as she was in the middle of nursing her mead. Her mind mulling over the preparations she'd need to do in order to retrieve the boneweed, or at the very least track down its precise location with the help of a guide. Which was a whole other story given how desolate that part of the mountain range was.Â
While lost in these thoughts, the pair of roughened lips at her cheek made her head quickly snap while she took sight of the figure that delivered it to her. But the friendly face made her eyes widen and a delighted smile come to her features. "Iran'li! It's been too long, you old bastard!"
The older miqo'te was wrapped up in a warm hug, her mind getting a brief respite from the trials ahead.
Xelra
Mwahmwahmwahmwah
Xelra popped an eye open, hands behind her head as she lounged on the grass of the Ayla Seb'nem estate. Almas beamed down at her with her little pigtails and sundress, looking rather accomplished that she got her mother to look up at her. Leaning down again, the tot continued rubbing her mouth on Xelra's burn marred cheek again while making the noises. Mwahmwahmwahmwah
The Keeper smirked, letting her child have her fun.
'The Madame'
Mhiago let out a merry laugh when the poor drunken sod leaned over and sloppily rubbed his lips against her cheek in efforts to kiss her. While still holding her laugh, her fist shot out right to his windpipe. Though it grazed off, it was hard and abrupt enough to give his airways a jostle while he sunk to his knees. Coughing and sputtering while her eyes glittered impishly. "As the saying goes, little rogue, it is not polite to kiss a lady so~."
Sara
The lips were warm, slightly chapped from the sea breeze and lack of hydration. But they more then made up for it with warmth. Sweet warmth that trailed from her cheek towards her lips. A warm breath tickling the curve of her mouth whe-
The little blonde bolted awake, looking frantically all about. Once she realized where she was, she calmed. Though it didn't stop the furiously blushing of her cheeks while she used her hands to fan herself. Thank the Twelve she was home alone in the comfort of personal privacy. She hadn't had a dream quite like that in a long time.
I took a good minute or two of fanning and steady breathing before Sara felt she could continue grading papers without fainting from the rush of blood in her face.
Bane
How long had it been? Too long, if the exhausted state of the lady of the night besides him was any indicator.Â
His large frame didn't even fit on the bed she had, his feet and half of his calves dangling over the edge. During the coitus itself, however, he hadn't noticed. Though his eyes watched the rise and fall of her chest as she slept, his mind was else where. Lost in thought with his expression having gone dark and brooding, he stirred as the paid companion's eyes opened. The soft amber hues of the hyur falling on his thoughtful face as she leaned up with a grimace and brushed her lips against his cheek.
Bane smirked. She'd be moving gingerly like that for a few suns, not that he'd hear her complain the next time he came by. "What were you thinkin' about?" It was the usual question that he replied with his usual answer.
"Nothing important." As he moved to eclipse his form over her own again, she forgot that she had wanted to keep asking.
Amaterasu
The raen was happy to have had such a magical evening. Who ever said Limsa Lominsa was a scary place obviously hadn't been to one of the under deck parties! Her arms stretched above her head as the light of dawn began to gradually shine over the surface of the sea. A passing dancer bounded up to her and slapped her cheek with a smooch that had her giggling. "Same time next sun?" His ears wiggled atop his bleach blonde head while the leather shorts he wore hugged every inch of his gorgeously toned behind.
With a giggle still erupting, she nodded as he sauntered off to give a similar good bye to a rather gorgeous Ala Mhigan who seemed to be waiting expectantly for the farewell. Ama let out a happy sigh. She'd be sleeping well tonight.
Theadora
How sweet the whimper was at her ear! It made Thea's eyes roll with a husky chuckle as she squeezed the little girl closer to her. One arm held the young child against her while the other was buried within the chest of (what Thea assumed to be) her grandfather. His pulse thrummed unsteadily, her fingertips feeling just how unsteady it was while the muscle and blood all seemed to work together to create a beat that she learned to read moons ago.
Another whimper came from the child though Thea didn't look at her. She didn't need too. She could smell her tears and fright as well as the urine from her soiled nightgown.Â
"Now, now," hummed the elezen. "You're hurting my feelings, sweet flower." Her eyes darted downwards, seeing that the stuffed moogle was still tucked under one arm. "Why don't you have Mr. Moogle give me a kiss to make up for it?"
With a hiccup, the stuffie was lifted and his cotton mouth pressed against Thea's cheek in a 'kiss'.
"That's a good girl."
She had been curled up in bed, book propped in her lap that she had steadily become more engrossed in. It was a collection of old Doman lore and folktales and she was finding some of them to be quite creative. If they were looking towards the Saika blade as a lead on the attacks to Suko'to and herself, it didn't hurt to become more educated-
The bed abruptly shifted, her mate being rather sneaky as he used his talents to maneuver without detection until he was sliding along the covers and right up next to her. Her lips curled into a smile as she felt his lips against her cheek giving a peck, then another, and another. "If you're going to be cuddly tonight, little moon, go wash up. I can still smell some blood on you."
Lili
The peck given to her cheek startled the alchemist as she was in the middle of nursing her mead. Her mind mulling over the preparations she'd need to do in order to retrieve the boneweed, or at the very least track down its precise location with the help of a guide. Which was a whole other story given how desolate that part of the mountain range was.Â
While lost in these thoughts, the pair of roughened lips at her cheek made her head quickly snap while she took sight of the figure that delivered it to her. But the friendly face made her eyes widen and a delighted smile come to her features. "Iran'li! It's been too long, you old bastard!"
The older miqo'te was wrapped up in a warm hug, her mind getting a brief respite from the trials ahead.
Xelra
Mwahmwahmwahmwah
Xelra popped an eye open, hands behind her head as she lounged on the grass of the Ayla Seb'nem estate. Almas beamed down at her with her little pigtails and sundress, looking rather accomplished that she got her mother to look up at her. Leaning down again, the tot continued rubbing her mouth on Xelra's burn marred cheek again while making the noises. Mwahmwahmwahmwah
The Keeper smirked, letting her child have her fun.
'The Madame'
Mhiago let out a merry laugh when the poor drunken sod leaned over and sloppily rubbed his lips against her cheek in efforts to kiss her. While still holding her laugh, her fist shot out right to his windpipe. Though it grazed off, it was hard and abrupt enough to give his airways a jostle while he sunk to his knees. Coughing and sputtering while her eyes glittered impishly. "As the saying goes, little rogue, it is not polite to kiss a lady so~."
Sara
The lips were warm, slightly chapped from the sea breeze and lack of hydration. But they more then made up for it with warmth. Sweet warmth that trailed from her cheek towards her lips. A warm breath tickling the curve of her mouth whe-
The little blonde bolted awake, looking frantically all about. Once she realized where she was, she calmed. Though it didn't stop the furiously blushing of her cheeks while she used her hands to fan herself. Thank the Twelve she was home alone in the comfort of personal privacy. She hadn't had a dream quite like that in a long time.
I took a good minute or two of fanning and steady breathing before Sara felt she could continue grading papers without fainting from the rush of blood in her face.
Bane
How long had it been? Too long, if the exhausted state of the lady of the night besides him was any indicator.Â
His large frame didn't even fit on the bed she had, his feet and half of his calves dangling over the edge. During the coitus itself, however, he hadn't noticed. Though his eyes watched the rise and fall of her chest as she slept, his mind was else where. Lost in thought with his expression having gone dark and brooding, he stirred as the paid companion's eyes opened. The soft amber hues of the hyur falling on his thoughtful face as she leaned up with a grimace and brushed her lips against his cheek.
Bane smirked. She'd be moving gingerly like that for a few suns, not that he'd hear her complain the next time he came by. "What were you thinkin' about?" It was the usual question that he replied with his usual answer.
"Nothing important." As he moved to eclipse his form over her own again, she forgot that she had wanted to keep asking.
Amaterasu
The raen was happy to have had such a magical evening. Who ever said Limsa Lominsa was a scary place obviously hadn't been to one of the under deck parties! Her arms stretched above her head as the light of dawn began to gradually shine over the surface of the sea. A passing dancer bounded up to her and slapped her cheek with a smooch that had her giggling. "Same time next sun?" His ears wiggled atop his bleach blonde head while the leather shorts he wore hugged every inch of his gorgeously toned behind.
With a giggle still erupting, she nodded as he sauntered off to give a similar good bye to a rather gorgeous Ala Mhigan who seemed to be waiting expectantly for the farewell. Ama let out a happy sigh. She'd be sleeping well tonight.
Theadora
How sweet the whimper was at her ear! It made Thea's eyes roll with a husky chuckle as she squeezed the little girl closer to her. One arm held the young child against her while the other was buried within the chest of (what Thea assumed to be) her grandfather. His pulse thrummed unsteadily, her fingertips feeling just how unsteady it was while the muscle and blood all seemed to work together to create a beat that she learned to read moons ago.
Another whimper came from the child though Thea didn't look at her. She didn't need too. She could smell her tears and fright as well as the urine from her soiled nightgown.Â
"Now, now," hummed the elezen. "You're hurting my feelings, sweet flower." Her eyes darted downwards, seeing that the stuffed moogle was still tucked under one arm. "Why don't you have Mr. Moogle give me a kiss to make up for it?"
With a hiccup, the stuffie was lifted and his cotton mouth pressed against Thea's cheek in a 'kiss'.
"That's a good girl."
