Difference between revisions of "Logs:A Lovely Time"

"You know..." She started, whispered words drawn out. Coy. Azaylia hadn't stuttered all day. Then again, she rarely stuttered around Mack. "It was my Turnday two days ago."

"Mmh."

"It was a nice and all..." The "but" went unspoken, young woman pausing to take in the sights. He was working hard, as usual. Mack was always doing something with his hands, making those huge, leathery palms even tougher over time. It was even better than that because he was lifting something heavy and she could see the muscles writhe and stick to his sweat-soaked tunic.

And he grunted in that deep way, because that's what the Journeyman always did to let her know that he was still listening.

Azaylia felt herself slide off of the fence, almost startled at how quickly she had decided to approach him. She froze in place, but the heat of the day thawed her quickly enough. Each step rang like a bell in her head, quiet footfalls replaced by the faintest clangs echoing on high. "I didn't get what I wanted, though..." Almost innocent disappointment fit her so well, mingling with an impishly plaintive whimper that seemed a touch to large. Too grown. Then again, she was grown now, wasn't she?

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?

They?

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.

Comments

K'del (K'del) left a comment on Wed, 02 May 2012 08:14:57 GMT.

<3 Go Azaylia!

Iolene (Satiet) left a comment on Wed, 02 May 2012 23:20:06 GMT.

This was cute. XD I liked how she told a sleeping guy she had a lovely time and it's a nice contrast to how Azaylia normally is. :)