“Yeah. I don’t think any of us has to fear those diseases”, growled the one wearing warpaint, smirking a little as he enjoyed the show, his eyes mostly drawn to her buttocks, which she had to admit that, clad in the customary leather pants most guild members wore, made quite the impression. Not that she was trying to flaunt them or anything. “How do maidens relate to bears anyway?” She turned to him as he muttered to himself, and stretched her limbs, the other Nord grudgingly letting her return to leaning against him.
“Have you ever punched a bear?”
“Nooo, I’ve wrestled an elk though.”
“Elks have horns and all. Bears are fucking cowards. Next time I see one I wanna punch it again. See if it runs.”
“And if it doesn’t?” Came as another purr from her lips, as she started moving with admittedly a little too much familiarity against them, in an attempt to absorb as much warmth from them as possible. Neither seemed to mind; Thrynn’s hand actually started stroking her thighs, though he didn’t seem to be planning to initiate anything this time. Vipir, instead, seemed pretty flustered, especially when she shifted an arm so that she could rest more comfortably on him, with the result that her elbow was rubbing gently against his crotch.
It took him a few seconds to forget about the physical contact and come up with a reply, carelessly shrugging. “Then I’ll run faster than it does, I think.” --- The hours passed without them even noticing, too focused on the talking and the drinking to care; it seemed like neither of them was planning to go to sleep, that night, and, even after the alcohol was finished, they stuck around, the conversation shifting seamlessly from one topic to the other, though most of the transitions made very little sense. Now that they were starting to sober up, Joie realized that she had missed the right moment to drag herself to her bed and enjoy some drunken, dreamless sleep. Not that she needed it, what with her being in a good mood and the fact that she hadn’t been tormented by nightmares for a while now, but it was a good sensation, one that would’ve made it a perfect night instead of just a good one.
That, or great sex. Which, now that she thought of it, was still a possibility.
“… And then she kicked me out of her bed and told me she’d call the guards. What a bitch. I had to leave through the window. I don’t know what came over her”, mused Vipir, a frown on his face. She turned just a little bit to talk to him, her voice slightly huskier than usual, as she wondered how to introduce the topic. She could always get one of them alone, but choosing was always a pain. Why choose, when you could have both?
“Maybe she just wasn’t into you?”
“But she asked me! I don’t think I’ll ever understand you women, Giggles. Take Sapphire…”
“… Or don’t. You don’t wanna get into that, pal.”
“Whatever.” They were silent for a while, with her still considering several possibilities. If everything else failed, she could always just stick her hands into their pants. That would surely make them take the hint. Thrynn, who sadly sounded a lot less slurred now that the alcohol was starting to get out of his system, hadn’t stopped for a minute touching her legs, just silently listening to them for most of the night, and by now she was pretty sure it had to be more of an instinct than an intentional attempt to get her out of her pants. Maybe he just liked the feeling of the leather under his fingers. It probably wasn’t too different from how she kept rubbing his thigh with her ankle as they spoke.
Sharing is fun [part 3]
“Have you ever punched a bear?”
“Nooo, I’ve wrestled an elk though.”
“Elks have horns and all. Bears are fucking cowards. Next time I see one I wanna punch it again. See if it runs.”
“And if it doesn’t?” Came as another purr from her lips, as she started moving with admittedly a little too much familiarity against them, in an attempt to absorb as much warmth from them as possible. Neither seemed to mind; Thrynn’s hand actually started stroking her thighs, though he didn’t seem to be planning to initiate anything this time. Vipir, instead, seemed pretty flustered, especially when she shifted an arm so that she could rest more comfortably on him, with the result that her elbow was rubbing gently against his crotch.
It took him a few seconds to forget about the physical contact and come up with a reply, carelessly shrugging. “Then I’ll run faster than it does, I think.”
---
The hours passed without them even noticing, too focused on the talking and the drinking to care; it seemed like neither of them was planning to go to sleep, that night, and, even after the alcohol was finished, they stuck around, the conversation shifting seamlessly from one topic to the other, though most of the transitions made very little sense. Now that they were starting to sober up, Joie realized that she had missed the right moment to drag herself to her bed and enjoy some drunken, dreamless sleep. Not that she needed it, what with her being in a good mood and the fact that she hadn’t been tormented by nightmares for a while now, but it was a good sensation, one that would’ve made it a perfect night instead of just a good one.
That, or great sex. Which, now that she thought of it, was still a possibility.
“… And then she kicked me out of her bed and told me she’d call the guards. What a bitch. I had to leave through the window. I don’t know what came over her”, mused Vipir, a frown on his face. She turned just a little bit to talk to him, her voice slightly huskier than usual, as she wondered how to introduce the topic. She could always get one of them alone, but choosing was always a pain. Why choose, when you could have both?
“Maybe she just wasn’t into you?”
“But she asked me! I don’t think I’ll ever understand you women, Giggles. Take Sapphire…”
“… Or don’t. You don’t wanna get into that, pal.”
“Whatever.” They were silent for a while, with her still considering several possibilities. If everything else failed, she could always just stick her hands into their pants. That would surely make them take the hint. Thrynn, who sadly sounded a lot less slurred now that the alcohol was starting to get out of his system, hadn’t stopped for a minute touching her legs, just silently listening to them for most of the night, and by now she was pretty sure it had to be more of an instinct than an intentional attempt to get her out of her pants. Maybe he just liked the feeling of the leather under his fingers. It probably wasn’t too different from how she kept rubbing his thigh with her ankle as they spoke.