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A reason to fight.....

There was definitely a special kind of tension in the air between them. Though, neither seemed willing to make the first move. Her, because her new role, it seemed. And him, for not wanting to aggrivate her injuries.

"Yes, a trigger. Nothing particular comes to mind though." Zaryn replied. In truth, he had one idea. The one that was constantly nagging him and testing his limits of self control.
 
"That's the thing about triggers," she started just as she was dipping the last bit of her meat into it's sauce, "you never really know what is gonna cause it to suddenly pop up out of no where until it happens." She chews down her last few bites and put the plate aside. Well, that was a momentary distraction. Now what? The tension was sure to start back with them again soon.
 
"Yes, there's not telling what could see of something like that. A simple visual cue, maybe a light touch." Zaryn replied.

"Interesting that something so simple can lead to such..........what's the word?" he asked, the word he was looking for right on the tip of his tongue.
 
"Realizations? A ha moments?" she asked. At least the conversation was moving and was not leaving them hanging in a horrible silence once more like they tension building moments last night and earlier. Who long it would last, she did not know.
 
"Sounds about right. Then again, simple silences can lead to.........quite dramatic actions." Zaryn replied, obviously commenting on the tension they likely both realized was there.
 
Keelia took a deep breath and let it out on a long sigh. Tension was not even the tip of the iceberg at the moment. "Dramatic actions?" she asked, wondering if he had the same thing on his mind as she had on hers. "What kind of... dramatic actions?"
 
"Oh, a multitude of things. Some people find silence very unsettlng. So, some tend to react differently. Some people might get angry, some anxious, some annoyed, and so on." Zaryn replied. He most certainly had the same ideas as she, but it seemed as if neither was ready to just come out and say it.
 
With a sigh, Keelia laid back upon the rug once more, crossing her arms behind her head. She didn't realize how her movements were seemingly slow and seductive in nature. The way her breasts seemed to perk up a bit as she laid back, "And how do you handle silence?"
 
And indeed, the simple movements just intensified the images and urges battling it out in his head. Though, he was just able to keep himself from staring.

"I'm alright with it, for the most part I guess. While I don't hate it, if I were given the choice of silence and doing something, I'd choose to do something." Zaryn replied, looking down at her. She just looked so.........enticing laying there.
 
She didn't know why, but she turned then, lounging like some temptress beside him as she rested her elbow on the ground and looked up at him, a very little hint of sultry temptation in her eyes. She looked towards him a few moments, letting the silence sink in before she asked, "It's silent now......."
 
"Then what shall we do?" Zaryn replied, straightening up a bit to look down at her. It seemed obvious what each other was thinking. Why noone just came out and said it, was hard to say. Perhaps this was a cat and mouse game to see who caved first. Or perhaps neither just had the guts. Either way, both were starting to have the same thoughts. It was just a question of who would initiate it.
 
"It's not my place to decide..." she said, nipping at her lower lip as her voice dropped into a softer level, the tip of her tongue slipping between her lips to lick at them, wetting them once again, "I'm your humble slave. I do what may master wishes of me."
 
She seemed to be borderline asking him to do what they both wanted. He couldn't believe it. Not only was she okay with it, she seemed to desire it as well. Still, Zaryn was a tad nervous about it. He wasn't expecting her to lull him into letting his guard down then killing him or anything. Just, he was a tad worried about mis interpreting her signals.

"That so?" he asked, leaning forward in the chair a bit before pushing out of it and coming to sit next to her.
 
She nodded and sat up, "Isn't that the way that it's suppose to work between a master and a slave? If you tell me jump I ask how high, and so on and so forth no matter what the command may be?" Leaning forward she tilted her head slightly, "Isn't that how it's suppose to work?"
 
"Yes, from what I know. You are my first slave after all. And you are quite an amazing one." Zaryn replied, looking her up and down a moment.

"Not neccesarily a bad thing. While there is the loss of freedom, I do believe I have treated you well. Plus, there are things we could do together that I believe we'd find mutually pleasing." he added, on hand on the floor supporting himself, the other reaching out to gently rest on her thigh.
 
She did not flinch away from his touch in the least, "You have treated me well, yes, very fairly in fact." She moved a little closer to him, "What kind of.... mutally pleasing things do you have in mind for us? I'm curious to know."
 
"Oh, a little of this, a little of that." Zaryn replied, keeping just a subtle smile on his face as his hand rose a bit higher, gently stroking her hip, brushing against bare skin every time he reached the bottom of her shirt and pushed it up a little.

"I've got plenty of ideas to last us a good......long......while......." he continued, his eyes saying what his mouth was teasingly dancing around.
 
"A.... long... while, hmm?" She questioned as she rubbed her body ever so slightly against his hand as it started to rub against her skin. "I would be interesting in those ideas. I'm ready and willing to do anything, you know, as long as it's what my master wishes and as long as it will break this silence."
 
"Oh, I'm sure we'll both be making plenty of noise to go around." Zaryn replied with a smile as he finished just teasing her skin. He wanted to see more. So, he lightly gripped the bottom of her shirt with his hand and began to slowly pull it up, enjoying how more and more skin was shown with each second. Even the big splotch of a bruise on her midsection didn't take away from how sexy she looked. Everything was just so perfectly sculpted. A body of a warrior alright.
 
Her arms slowly rose up over her head as he started to pull up her shirt, unable to understand why she was fine with what she knew was coming. She should have been so very satisfied that he was willing to wait a few more days before having sex with her. But, perhaps it was that needing to wait that made her not want to wait for the inevitable. As the shirt was pulled up over her breasts, the seemed to plop free of the fabric and bounce before his eyes.
 
Again, Zaryn took a moment to look her up and down, admiring that lovely body he had yearned for these last few days. Leaning the other way, so he didn't have to hold himself up anymore, one hand went to rest on her hip, while the other gently grasped her right breast, gently squeezing the orb of flesh, savoring the sensation as he lightly kneeded it in his hand. It was better than he had imagined. The groping gradually grew a bit more intense, but stayed fairly gentle. This wasn't foreplay to him, persay. In truth, he was just savoring the situation. Sure, since he owned her now, this would be FAR from their only time doing this type of thing. Still, he intended to enjoy this to the fullest. So, there was no need to rush.

((Gah, BAD time to get sleepy, but I gotta turn in. The whole tension build up has made this really fun for me. Just as enjoyable as how Krade and Laine would more or less jump each other with no build up.^_^))
 
After lowering her arms back down to her sides once again, Keelia was still. As he reached out and started touching her plump breast, she made no protest of move to stop him from doing it. It was his right. And it was what she has found herself anticipating. A little shiver coursed through her as cool air was hitting her from one side and the heat of the fire and his hand hitting her from the other. She could not help but feel like how the way he was touching her, feeling her flesh in her hand... it was like being inspected to see if she was all he has hoped she would be. Part of her felt a little insulted that she was really just a piece of meat now, the thing she has wanted to avoid being. Part of her knew though that she was a fine piece of meet and the little vanity within her was proud of that. Would he think that as well was the question.
 
Perhaps sadly, he had not realized his actions were coming off as insulting. Inspecting really wasn't what he was doing. It was more along the lines of admiring such a great work of beauty. Still, as long as she made no obvious signs of distaste or discomfort, he'd likely never catch on to what was really going on in her head. But still, his "inspection" as she thought of it, ended. Though, the encounter was far from over as he withdrew his hands only to pull of his own shirt. She had seem him like that before, but the glow of the fire did create a better look to them both.

As with her shirt, he just reached and lightly gripped the waist of her pants, before starting to pull them down her legs, giving her ample chance to lift her hips up to help him along.
 
It was in that moment, as he took of his shirt and she looked upon him in the dim light of the fire, she realized perhaps for the first time that she was in fact... a woman. Her father had really raised her to be more of a boy and a warrior then a girl. But looking upon his fine chest as she sat there topless herself, she felt an actual attraction to him. A primal, instinctual attraction to his flesh.

As he gripped onto her pants, she only assisted him by raising up her hips to allow the fabric to slip over his hips and her tight behind before they moved down her legs. When he hit her boots still in place, she helped him by kicking them off and then sitting back to let him remove them the rest of the way. She wore nothing under her pants to now she sat before the fire, it's like dancing over her fully naked form.
 
Taking yet another moment to just look over and admire her beauty, he soon joined her and her naked form, as he leaned back, pulling his own pants off. Baring all to her, as she was to him. He was as well built downstairs, as he was upstairs.........in every sense of the word, his boots coming off right after as well.

Moving over to her, he slid between her legs, his broad, strong body nestled between and up her against her slender, tight, well toned frame as his lips went to her neck. This wasn't so much foreplay as him quite literally tasting her sultry skin.
 
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