Ye Olde S33k & Finde

[DarkWarrioress]

She arched a delicate eyebrow.

“What sort of pleasurable alternative? As for my posture, you can lay that accolade on my mother’s doorstep. She always insisted upon it. Our wills clashed, a lot. I was a problematic child at best.”

 

[fr33ks33k]

I simply meant that we would walk a path more pleasing to the eye if the one proffered was not suitable....

*His eyes belied a different story, however*

Then perhaps I should send a postcard. Problematic, you say? I can't fathom you causing trouble at all...

*Again his eyes told a separate tale. He smiled and returned to the center of the room, right back at the distance they'd been standing before. His head canted to the side, a quizzical look on his face*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

“Hmmm. You say just enough but not everything.” When he rejoined her, she leisurely moved behind him, her eyes upon his person and she kept moving at that pace, clockwise around him…

“You see more than you let on and your eyes speak volumes even while they strive to say nothing at all, WHICH,” she presented him with her shoulder as she moved past the front of him, continuing clockwise around “you succeed at admirably IF someone doesn’t know how to see.”

 

[fr33ks33k]

Or is it perhaps that my eyes tell the stories my lips would have remain silent?

*He swiveled his head to follow as much of her orbit around him as he could, leisurely observing her motions.*

So, since you are gifted with the sight...tell me, what do my eyes say?

*He smiled, feeling as though she were in a predator and he was her unwitting prey, though perhaps not quite so unwitting...*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She silently stepped behind him again, moving in closer.

“They show me glimmers, oh, Silent One. You’re drawn to me as I am to you. I daresay, you’re a lot better at this than I am. I’m not use to dropping my jeans for someone I hardly know, yet I have. I’m not use to giving away parts of myself, parts I have kept deep inside, yet you have managed to draw forth with little effort. That alone disturbs me. Your fingers when they touch my skin, like what they feel.”

 

[fr33ks33k]

*The roles of earlier had been reversed; she now stood mysteriously behind him, speaking in a hushed voice, spilling truths against his back*

You have not done one thing this day that you were not willing to do...I merely sought the proper paths to lead you there. Perhaps it is that you are not used to being led down the proper paths...

Indeed, the touch of your skin sends tingles through my body. Electricity of that sort is rare.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The smile he could not see, he could hear in her voice.

“Have I once said any of it was against my will? Indeed you have insured none of it was. For that, I do thank you. There are beasts out there or fools as I rather term them, that wouldn’t think twice of insuring such a thing. You have my admiration and respect for not forcing a damn thing upon me.”

The smile eased from her lips, her eyes and tone far more serious now.

“Perhaps you are right…nay, you have given me truth and truth you shall have in return. I know you are right. I have no idea what are proper paths. Steel waiting to be forged, remember?”

There was a long pregnant pause before she continued in a much softer voice.

“So tell me, Fr33k. What do you feel when I do this?”

A fingertip she laid to the base of his skull but it was a fingernail that was firmly, yet gently, raked down the back of his neck. Her French nails were well manicured, neither too long nor too short and rounded.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*The pressure of her nail, the sudden friction of it sliding down the back of his neck, brought his eyes closed, a deep inhalation to stifle the shudder that threatened to shake his spine*

I feel the claw of a playful dragon, toying with a man it has taken notice of. I feel the sharp extension of the steel you claim as namesake.

*He whirled suddenly to face her, catching the hand that had scratched him at the wrist. Gentle, but firm. Much like her touch had been. His gaze held hers, his thumb caressing the pulse of her veins.*

And now I feel the beat of a fiery rhythm, held in check but aching to burst free.

*He took a step closer, their bodies nearly on top of one another now*

And what do you feel now, Aislin?

*His eyes were catching more light now, the caramel hue glinting vividly*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

How much of the wild beating of her heart could he feel through his thumb? How much of it was his own? Her eyes rose slowly rose up from his chest to his eyes. What did she feel? Her chin rose. Her eyes remained challenging.

“A spark of satisfaction.”

 

[fr33ks33k]

*He smiled at her answer, holding her wrist a moment longer before relinquishing his grasp*

A spark indeed. I wonder what would stoke the fire completely?

*The challenge in her eyes was reflected in his, intensified as he projected the same feeling back. They remained perilously close, breaths breezing across skin*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her lips twitched.

“Do you now?”

As he released her wrist, she withdrew her hand, letting it fall to her side.

“Is that all? You wonder? Has just wondering ever gotten you anywhere? Let alone closer to a true answer?”

Inside, she knew she was poking at him and something her father told her came to mind.

“Aislin, if you poke at a beast, it’s going to bite you. You have two choices, either run or be prepared for it.”

In this case, she was ready for it… maybe.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*His hands were suddenly on her shoulders, thumbs grazing her collarbones. His face moved closer still, their noses nearly touching*

Wonder has brought me this far, but action has always brought me to the destination. It seems that action must be taken once again...

*Without another word, his lips met hers. The kiss was strong, but not overpowering. If Aislin felt the need to retreat, she could. He was sure enough of himself to know that she would more likely remain. His fingertips sunk marginally into her shoulders, the soft flesh there yielding easily*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Flesh touched flesh and she felt the electricity flow between them again, only this time, the flow was not broken. She damn near turned tail and ran. She was glad she hadn’t when his head lowered and his lips met hers. If she thought the electricity flowed with mere a touch… by the gods, what the hell was this? Her own hands came up to lock on his forearms. She needed something to hold on to.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*His lips continued to press firmly to hers, holding the moment, enjoying the thrills that ran through his frame. Her hands were felt on the periphery of his thoughts, grasping his arms as though seeking a ground, a handhold.

After several long moments of pressure and softness, he withdrew. His eyes found hers immediately, a smile in his eyes as well as on his lips*

I believe the first swing of the blacksmith's hammer has been cast down upon the steel...there is a ringing in my ears that radiates into my core. I wonder if the steel feels the vibrations as keenly?

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her eyes opened slowly as her face retreated from his. For a long moment, she simply stared up at him. She carefully hid her thoughts from her eyes, the only sign was be found in the darkening of her eyes. That, was something she could not control. Her hands fell away from his arms as the world righted itself once more.

“Something definitely stirred.”

 

[fr33ks33k]

*He removed his hands from her shoulders, still staring intently into her eyes. They shifted hues briefly, but only for a moment.*

So my dear, which path shall we take?

*He nodded toward the way the entered, then the way he had begun traveling*

Or would you seek a different path?

*The grin he gave her was full of promise and mischief*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She considered briefly. The path they had taken to get here, she already knew. The one he had begun to tread without her, still to be explored. And a choice of the unspoken. Hm. She canted her head, a slow smile spreading across her freshly kissed lips. Running the tip of her tongue along the bottom one, she still felt a tingle. The choice was simple.

“Lead on, Fr33k.”

 

[fr33ks33k]

*His smile remained, his fingers taking hold of hers, leading her down the path he'd begun to tread. It seemed to lead nowhere, and in fact there were several turnings that ended in bricked walls. He hadn't looked back over his shoulder the entire time, but he could feel her watching him as he led the way. After some time, they came to a triangular meeting of shelves. The odd thing about this area was the lack of books and knick-knacks. Instead there were large metallic implements of various design, glinting in the large shaft of light emanating from the ceiling.*

This place is very interesting. Some of these things are relics from before the Industrial Revolution. Others...I'm not so sure of their use or purpose.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

“How on earth did you find this area? This shop must have taken months to explore.” She released her hand from his grasp and brushed past him to examine the metal implements they came upon.

Walking closer to the objects she brushed them with curious fingertips and felt that familiar tingle slid down her spine.

“This whole place is a virtual treasure trove, Fr33k.” Her voice sounded breathless.

 

[fr33ks33k]

Months and months, and still there are areas I am sure I have not found. I still think the landlord was cutting me a deal on the rent.

Treasures abound, indeed.

*He wandered to another corner of the room, pondering the usage of the particular tool he now held. It was a slender bar, no more than 3 feet long. The poles of it were finished with manacles, larger than ones used for holding wrists fast. He held it up to Aislin, rattling the small amounts of chain connecting the manacles to the bar*

What do you suppose this was for? Some sort of restraint I presume, but one never knows...

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her eyes became glued to the implement he held in his hands. She would swear that he rattled the chains to taunt her. Her eyes flashed to his then slid away, falling upon other things in the area.

“One would suppose so. Odd isn’t it? This part of shop not holding any books or small treasures.”

Calm, Aislin, Calm. Her heart was beating rapidly.

 

[fr33ks33k]

Not really. There are other places without the trinkets and books. These things are treasures as well, though perhaps not as clear in their worth.

*He set down the bar, moving over to where Aislin stood*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

A few more moments, her eyes roamed the area and eventually, they came to settle upon him as he drew closer. The less distance between them, the faster her pulse raced and telling herself to calm wasn’t doing a damn bit of good. Her eyes found purchase on his chest. It seemed forever before she lifted her gaze to his face. She shoved her hands into the front pockets of her jeans to still the wee tremor within them.

 

[fr33ks33k]

I brought you here to illustrate the varied nature of the bounty this place holds. It is much like a person, in that regard.

*He was right beside her, a hand reaching out to move an errant lock of her auburn curls. He saw her hands shoved deep into her pockets, presumable to keep them from fidgeting. He trailed his finger along her neck, caressing her cheek lightly before withdrawing his touch*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Everyplace his fingers touched, he left in their wake, a tingling on her skin or perhaps it went deeper than that.

“So much left to explore, hm?” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

When his touch left her, she felt…bereft…or … something. It was an odd feeling.