Logs:A Lovely Time - Revision history

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M'sar at 21:10, 2 May 2012

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 That was enough to give the redheaded Herder pause. Azaylia didn't ''want'' things. Ever. He felt the  presence at his back, simultaneously standing straight while turning in order to look down at his charge. “Uh...” His baritone rumbled with uncertainty, “Wh... what'd ya want?”
 “You.”
 He hadn't expected her to grip his wrists, to squeeze so tight with her own hard-worked hands; keeping him trapped only long enough to crush her lips against his, inexperienced yet eager. Forceful. Between Azaylia's determination and the Flight overhead, Mack didn't stand a chance.
 Hours. Had it lasted hours? Of course not, she must have fallen asleep afterwards. The bright afternoon had passed by with only the cool evening sky to greet Azaylia as she opened her eyes. Her body ached in that familiar way, though this time there was an extra layer of deep, sordid satisfaction. She sat up suddenly, hands lowering to steady herself only to find unforgiving hay beneath.
 A squeak at the unexpected pain in her palms.
 Then her bare behind. Ow! Was hay really the best they could do?
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 And then the loudest squeak for the still snoring, very much naked Journeyman beside her.
 Azaylia launched to her feet, cool air brushing against her bronze skin in the most uncomfortable ways, coaxing goosebumps from her too-tender flesh. She fumbled around the (thankfully dry) stable floor for her clothes, ignoring all unpleasantries for the sake of efficiency. There would be time for that later. Boots were grasped in one hand, bare feet smacking against the ground as she bolted for the exit. She slowed, eventually coming to a stop mere inches away from disappearing into the night in order to peer at the prone silhouette she was leaving behind. She could still here Mack's deep snores.
 “U..uhm. I had a...a lovely time. Bye.”
 With manners minded, Azaylia fled for the Craft Complex under the cover of darkness. There would be much fretting in the days to come, but at the moment the apprentice would concern herself with a long soak in the baths and a night of hay extraction.