incendonocturne
A Land Unreachable, with Stone Walls.
- Joined
- May 30, 2018
- Location
- Purgatory
-as she was reaching into the cabinet, she faltered for just a moment as she caught him stripping from his shirt. Watching the way his shoulders shifted, the muscles shifting and rippling just beneath the skin. The way his arms moved and bulged at times. She drew in a deep and calming breath before she forced her attention back to the matter at hand. Plates, Mara. You need plates.
She stood for a second, contemplating at least a glass for him for his beer but they were bottled and still cold, so it should be fine. She was flustered and just wouldn't admit it to herself. She pulled a couple paper towels from the roll and started back toward him. Just as he was pushing his pants over his hips.-
“Oh!”
-she squeaked, the plates coming up so fast to cover her eyes that she bopped herself on the nose with the square ceramic dishes.-
“Ouch....”
-she murmured softly, the sound slightly muffled behind the plates, the paper towels hanging slightly scrunched from her hand as she waited a minute and listened as he moved around. Of course she’d seen plenty of men’s bodies. She wasn’t a prude by any means but she was also polite....mostly. And curious. That was something she hadn’t laid out in detail. It wasn’t the most detrimental need to know part of the story but she’d imagined.
She peeked around the edge of the plates, watching quietly until she caught him looking back at her. She herself being caught. Her lips pursed inward and a blush crept heavily along her cheeks and she drew her face back behind the plates for another moment or two.
Only when she heard him speak did she finally lower the plates. A soft blush curling over her cheeks. She continued her path toward him.-
“You’re welcome and there are no warriors, not like you, Moe.”
-she set the plates and towels atop the pizza box and straightened, turning to face him. Her eyes looking him over but never quite reaching his own, just yet.
Tentatively, she reached up and plucked the tag from the shirt and leaned slightly to pull the sticker from the leg of his jeans. Noticing only then they were unzipped, she felt a flush of warmth rush to her cheeks again. She cleared her throat as she straightened. Her eyes darting up to his face finally, her finger pointing to his crotch.-
“Zipper, Moe, you forgot to pull it up. And there’s some underwear in the bag if you need it. If the jeans chafe or whatever. Two different kinds, ones a looser fit than the other. I didn’t know what you’d prefer.”
-she admitted as she turned to take care of the food and beer. Setting the plates to the side as she opened the box, the smell of the pizza wafting out into the room. Like a call, she heard the faint tinkle of Bears bell from the other room as she stirred and cane to peek around the doorway, torn between wanting to come see what that smell was and the man in the room with Mara.-
“Hmmm?”
-she questioned his question but when he dropped it on her, she stiffened, noticeably. She dropped the slice of pizza in her hand onto the plate it hovered over. She was quiet for a long, drawn out moment. Only a faint sniffle escaped her before she straightened, drawing in a deep breath she stood stock still. Contemplating her answer.-
“You will hate me for my selfish reasoning but if you really want to know, I’ll tell you.”
-she said quietly, she turned slightly toward him, her eyes searching his face sadly as she waited his answer. Clearly she battled her own demons inside her head but she’d made a promise to him and herself that she wouldn’t lie to him. Even in this.-
She stood for a second, contemplating at least a glass for him for his beer but they were bottled and still cold, so it should be fine. She was flustered and just wouldn't admit it to herself. She pulled a couple paper towels from the roll and started back toward him. Just as he was pushing his pants over his hips.-
“Oh!”
-she squeaked, the plates coming up so fast to cover her eyes that she bopped herself on the nose with the square ceramic dishes.-
“Ouch....”
-she murmured softly, the sound slightly muffled behind the plates, the paper towels hanging slightly scrunched from her hand as she waited a minute and listened as he moved around. Of course she’d seen plenty of men’s bodies. She wasn’t a prude by any means but she was also polite....mostly. And curious. That was something she hadn’t laid out in detail. It wasn’t the most detrimental need to know part of the story but she’d imagined.
She peeked around the edge of the plates, watching quietly until she caught him looking back at her. She herself being caught. Her lips pursed inward and a blush crept heavily along her cheeks and she drew her face back behind the plates for another moment or two.
Only when she heard him speak did she finally lower the plates. A soft blush curling over her cheeks. She continued her path toward him.-
“You’re welcome and there are no warriors, not like you, Moe.”
-she set the plates and towels atop the pizza box and straightened, turning to face him. Her eyes looking him over but never quite reaching his own, just yet.
Tentatively, she reached up and plucked the tag from the shirt and leaned slightly to pull the sticker from the leg of his jeans. Noticing only then they were unzipped, she felt a flush of warmth rush to her cheeks again. She cleared her throat as she straightened. Her eyes darting up to his face finally, her finger pointing to his crotch.-
“Zipper, Moe, you forgot to pull it up. And there’s some underwear in the bag if you need it. If the jeans chafe or whatever. Two different kinds, ones a looser fit than the other. I didn’t know what you’d prefer.”
-she admitted as she turned to take care of the food and beer. Setting the plates to the side as she opened the box, the smell of the pizza wafting out into the room. Like a call, she heard the faint tinkle of Bears bell from the other room as she stirred and cane to peek around the doorway, torn between wanting to come see what that smell was and the man in the room with Mara.-
“Hmmm?”
-she questioned his question but when he dropped it on her, she stiffened, noticeably. She dropped the slice of pizza in her hand onto the plate it hovered over. She was quiet for a long, drawn out moment. Only a faint sniffle escaped her before she straightened, drawing in a deep breath she stood stock still. Contemplating her answer.-
“You will hate me for my selfish reasoning but if you really want to know, I’ll tell you.”
-she said quietly, she turned slightly toward him, her eyes searching his face sadly as she waited his answer. Clearly she battled her own demons inside her head but she’d made a promise to him and herself that she wouldn’t lie to him. Even in this.-