Mar 20, 2015
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Send me a ۵ and my character will react to having your character come up behind them and start kissing their shoulder up their neck.
“Steady on Ash you know where that leads, unless of course that’s where you want it go.”
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Send me a ۵ and my character will react to having your character come up behind them and start kissing their shoulder up their neck.
“Steady on Ash you know where that leads, unless of course that’s where you want it go.”
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"I should hope so as well." *giggles*
Rumble
Fera was busy scrubbing potatoes for dinner when the sky grew dark and the air grew heavy. The assassin smiled to herself, feeling the oncoming storm before it arrived. At the first rumble of thunder, first strike of lightning, she found herself standing out on the porch watching the downpour like a noble looking over a piece of art.
She heard the footfalls of her beloved, smiling to herself with arms folded over her chest. Fera turned slightly taking in the sight of the Altmeri woman, “Hello, my dear.”
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"Asher, what in oblivion?? I thought I was the one who did the falling over." Aelith chuckled trying to squirm out from under the bigger mer.
It had been awhile since the Dragonborn had been to Whiterun, since the Civil War. He walks inside the large gates, thinking of his wife and son back at his estate. He wanders through the streets, the guards always standing taller as he walks past them. He enters the Inn, taking his usual spot, ordering his usual and looking through a book he had discovered on werewolves. He had heard of artifacts that give unique abilities of those of the beast blood. He sips his mead slowly and eats his salted beef.
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The cold on her face made the mage gasp, before she heard the giggling of two little mer. Swiping the snow from her eyes, she gave Asher an evil grin, bending to pick up a handful of snow herself and stalking towards him.
"I hope you can run fast, because if I catch you, this snow is going down your robes." She promised, winking at the two children playfully.
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Aelith had been ranting at him for a good minute or so when she found herself silenced by Asher simply grabbing her and kissing her, her arms slipping around his neck after a moments initial surprise, deepening the kiss as her anger melted away.
I'm your present
"Oh that I can see." Aelith grinned, closing the door and crossing to the bed. "Now do I get to unwrap you?"