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A reason to fight.....

She located another empty chair and made her way to sit upon it. "I don't think complicated even touches the surface of what this thing between us is. I'm not very use to things like this so I have no idea how to, as you say, make the best of things. Especially now." She sighed an relaxed back into the seat and spoke boldly, "At least when I'm healed enough you can sleep with me, we will have something we can to beside sit here and wonder what to make of each other."

((I was JUST thinking that myself! He has amazing control. I was trying to tempt him with the topless moment))
 
"Yes, it does make for a bold way to pass the time. Better than akward silences at least." Zaryn replied, groaning in comfort as he settled nicely into his chair. These relaxing moments were few and far between for him, and this was the first time he had someone along for the ride.

((Hehe. That, and I'm trying to build some anticipation on both of their ends for the event.^_^ He's obviously physically attracted to her. Just giving her a chance to find him at least a little handsome as well.^_^))
 
She looked across at him, just.... sitting there. She didn't know what it was about him just sitting there and so casually dismissing her talk of sex with her aside, but it was kind of bugging her. Men had always been attempting to sleep with her in her many travels. Some tried to tempt her into bed, some tried to force her. Very few had ever succeeded. She could sound her former lovers on one hand. But she had never found herself being the one to mention sex and bring up the topic of it. Perhaps it was because he had no tried it yet and that was just... not something she was use to. She didn't know what was so troublesome about it. Not one bit.
 
And as she seemed to be learning, Zaryn didn't really pay it any mind. He knew she found him confusing, but it didn't upset him or anything. She would think of him however she would. It didn't really bother him.

"Something wrong?" he asked, when he noticed her out the corner of his eye just looking at him and not saying anything.

"Do you find the silence unsettling or something?" he asked curiously.

((I pictured their first time, while being non romantic in nature, causing them to questioning themselves on how they really feel about this whole situation. Like perhaps she finds herself more "into it" than her past encounters, and doesn't have the slightest idea why. Like the end of your last post, there's something about it she just can't put her finger on that made it so pleasing. And he wonders why he's been treating her so well. Being a fellow warrior is part of it, but not all there is to it. He won't have feelings for her just yet. Just again, there's something there he can't quite figure out. That, and he wonders just why he elected to make her a slave in the first place.))
 
She shook her head slightly as his questions shook her from her thoughts. "Oh, well... I suppose so. It's the setting and the silence. I'm not use to be sitting in one place just, well sitting doing nothing. My hands are lost without something to do since I hardly ever take a moment to rest. And when I to rest, it's usually by my self. There is no need to talk but, I suppose I just always feel like when there are two people in a room, something is wrong it they are just... sitting in silence."

((Yeah, I think these to will easily be able to write of the odd things they start feeling about each other as just the hot passion of sex. I can foresee them turning into bunnies but bunnies with no emotional attachment to confuse them. At least for awhile.))
 
"Would it be easier if I was the pervy master you expected, who instead of talking with you as I am now, had his hands stuffed down your pants?" Zaryn asked. It was a serious question. She had already hinted that it'd be at least easier to understand if he was the despicable bastard she expected him to be.

((Yea, they will eventually have feelings for each other. Key word is eventually. It will take a while to develop. Till then, I could see the reason for them being bunnies being because they are warriors. The rush, the adrenaline sex brings. Not to mention, being an act that requries stamina, I could see them becoming quite fond of the physical aspects of sex.))
 
She shrugged and had to answer truthfully, "It actually may. At least then I would know what was going to happen next between us and I know know that it was okay to hate you." She looked at him, as it studying him, "It's hard to decide it I am to hate you or not. You are my master. I am no longer free because of you. Logic says I should hate you for it. But you have yet to give me any reason to do that or even to come to any other determination about you. I suppose if just leaves me puzzled for the moment."

((There training times will end up in sex most of the time... won't it? haha))
 
"I can understand that. Such a sharp change, with things playing out the complete opposite of what you'd expect. It's jarring, to say the least." Zaryn replied.

"Still, as confusing as you find me, there's still one thing you can count on. I'm a man, I have urges we all share. It's an inevitable fact that we will end up sleeping together, but I can assure you it won't come about by forcing myself on you. Doing such is the lowest of the low, and if I were to do that, I could no longer consider myself a warrior." he continued.

((Yea, probably. Get that blood pumping and andrenaline flowing, and I could easily see their fights ending with someone on top of the other, who then promply get down and dirty.^_^))
 
"Oh, do not be fooled, I know that it is inevitable. No offense... but you are still a man after all. I have accepted that it will be happening. It's just," she shrugged, "It's in the not knowing if it will be tomorrow or the day after of a week from now... or five minutes from now that has me feeling I suppose unsettled. It's a step I know we will be taking in this ownership of my body. It's really the next step. Until it comes to pass, there is well..." she didn't know how to say it without sounding wrong but, "anticipation of the event."
 
"Well, the only general time for it I can give is when you're one hundred percent. I have been awfully tempted to partake in such intimate matters with you multiple times lately, but have refrained myself from doing so as doing such a physical activity would likely just end up further aggrivating your current injuries. I'd rather avoid causing you any such harm." Zaryn replied.
 
She asked the only thing she could think of in that moment. "Why?" The question might be a little hard to understand and so she leaned forward in her seat a bit as she wondered how intense his conversation might soon grow to become, "What has made you so very different from ever other man in this world I have ever encountered? There have been so many that have attempted to force themselves upon me when they have no claim. You have ever right you yet you worry over a few bruised ribs? Why?"
 
"You know, I've been asking myself that same question ever since our battle. As odd as it may sound, in all honesty, I don't even really have an answer to the question. I didn't spare you just for sex. I didn't spare you just to have someone to do manual labor for me. And I've killed other warriors that have given me such amazing battles. So frankly........I'm honestly not sure myself what is different with you that made me spare your life and make you my servant." Zaryn replied, still slouched in his seat as he looked over at her, the expression on his face reflecting the seriousness of the conversation.
 
"Perhaps you could not stomach the blood of a woman upon your hands?" she asked, genuinely wondering if that was the reason for her live being spared. "You must at least admit... there is some unwritten rule out there that kill a woman or a child is an dishonorable thing to do. They are seen as innocents, even if the woman is a warrior that may not have spared your life if the tables had been turned the other way."
 
"Perhaps you are right. But frankly, there's just...........something about you. Something on the tip of my tongue. Something juts out of reach that I just can't make out. Something I just can't quite put my finger on." Zaryn replied.

"You could be right, but at the time being, I can't really give you or myself an answer. Does that make any sense at all?" he asked, curious.
 
She smiled slightly and shook her head, "Not really, but then what has made sense between us in the last 24 hours or so?" She rose then and put her hands on her hips, "You must be hungry by now. We did not eat this morning then went romping in the woods for hours. Perhaps I should show you how your slave fares at cooking? I should like to save the hare until tomorrow. I can make a fine rabbit stew, or at least I think it's fine, but it's to late in the day and I have no idea what kind of things I will find in your kitchen. We might need to go shopping for other supplies again tomorrow."
 
"That's fine. I can get any supplies you'll need for future meals tomorrow. So, I think I would enjoy seeing your cooking skills and if they're as exquisite as your skill at hunting." Zaryn replied with a smile. While she wasn't topless or anything, she still looked so.........amazing. He found himself again tempted, wanting to pull her into his lap and feel those well toned thighs around his waist, but he had given his word that such matters would wait till she was healed. So, yet again, he kept such thoughts to himself instead of acting on them.
 
He had no idea of knowing, but as she stood there, looking at him, there was a somewhat similar image inside her head, thought the details of the picture was somewhat blurry really. With the talk of sex fresh in her mind and in the air... she realized as she looked upon him that she had not noticed he was really quite good looking. She turned away before that thought and the pictures in her head could develop anymore. "I will do my best to cook you something edible with whatever may be in your kitchen..." She wandered off, a little haunted as she walked over those sudden feelings and realizations really.
 
Zaryn watched her leave, not surprised but annoyed that his eyes locked onto her posterior as she left. Boy, did he ever desire her in the physical sense. As he waited for her, such thoughts continued to come into his head, but he just pushed them out. The more her thought of doing such intimate things, the harder it became to resist acting on them. So, to keep himself occupied, he went about preparing another fire, going through the same steps as he had done the night before.

There was really not the slightest bit of romantic interest on eithers part. But, did she ever fit the physical bill for his ideal mate.
 
She returned awhile later with to small plates. One each was a ever so slightly burnt piece of the deer meat. It was coated in a light breading and has some kind of thick sauce on the plate beside it. "It is a little over cooked but just think of it as being crispy. I made that sauce there from from herbs you had laying around. You can kind of dip the meat in it for something, you know... different." She handed him one of the servings.
 
"Inventive." Zaryn replied, taking one of the plates. Looking it over, he just grabbed the piece of meat, dipped it in the sauce and took a fair bite out of it. Moving it around in his mouth, testing the taste, he soon swallowed it.

"Not bad. Not bad at all. How would you personally compare it to my fancy meat on a stick from last night?" he asked, joking around a bit.
 
"Let's see," she said as she sat in front of the fire. Picking up the meat herself, she dipped it into the randomly created sauce she had come up with, taking a bite and testing it in her mouth. "Well, it's not cooked as well I would say, but the sauce, you must admit is interesting. Might not be best with a deer. Might need to be used next time with some other kind of meat. That is if you ever let cook for you again after this."
 
"I quite enjoy it, so you can count on being allowed to cook again." Zaryn replied, dipping and taking another good sized bite.

"I do always enjoy trying new foods. So, whenever you cook, feel free to.......experiment, I guess. My stomach is as tough as the rest of my body. It would take alot to make me sick." he added, as he continued with the meal, enjoying it as he said.

((With that, it's bed time for me. I'm starting to really dig the increasing amount of physical sexual tension between them.))
 
"Well at least my cooking doesn't make you sick. That's a good sign. I promise that when I have more proper supplies that I know how to use it will be better." She took a bite and chewed it down before speaking again, "Well, maybe not necessarily better food but more ordinary, familiar things. What kind of things did you eat before I got here. You have such little. Did you just swallow raw meat all the time? OH that's right... that was another rumor spoken of you I had forgotten until now."

((Good night))
 
"Oh, just simple stuff really. Mostly stuff that was easy to fix. Meat mostly, with other simple stuff like bread and cheese and the like. Nothing that fancy or extravagant." Zaryn replied.

"And since we won't be spending the night partaking in intimate matters, I'm curious hear what other of these crazy rumors you have heard. I find them quite entertaining." he contiued, looking over at her a moment before continuing with his meal.
 
"That is the only other one I recall, besides all the others I told you yesterday," she glanced his way just as he had hers before turning her eyes back to her plate and occasionally looking into the fire place. "I'm sure there are more, but they will come to me. I just need something to trigger then I suppose. Like with this, the meat and such." Why did something tell her she might start to remember more rumors about him when finally he took her to his bed?
 
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