Gypsy Camp II

Mink

OOC we seem to be the only ones posting. Not that Im complaining.

IC Mink saw the eyes sparkle and the smile. She bit her lip. Looking around the tent, feeling the cool air starting to come down signalling the lateness of the afternoon, she decided to try and start a fire. She frowned...never done it before, but would try. There was tension in the tent, but didnt know what it was exactly that was causing it.
Heading outside she saw people moving around getting food ready and making fires. Women were tendering to their men who were injured. Fant, she saw, had been lucky - or he was that good. Pride swelled in her but she didnt know why.
Gathering wood she came back and began to pile the wood and tried to make a fire.
"It should be easier than this" I mumbled. A splinter went inside her nail.."OUCH Ow..ow that hurt".
She held her finger tight, wishing the tears would stop some children watching her - laughing at her ineptness at making a fire.
 
OOC: It's as if I scare off people. Talk about wierd. But I'm not complaining, either.

IC: Fant rushed over and put his arms around her. He took her finger and gently pushed out the splinter with a dagger. He then took a rock off an uncovered spot in the tent and struck his dagger over it, causing some sparks to fly onto the sticks. He blew on them a little bit, and a small flame flared up. Fant put his arms around Mink again, and held her tightly. "It's okay", he whispered.
 
Seeing Fant draw the dagger, my eyes widened and I tried to pull away. He held my hand tightly, whispering that everything would be ok. I watched as the dagger slowly drew the splinter out. I was wincing as he was doing it.
I watched as he easily made a fire. I let out a loud sigh. His arms stretched around me again telling me all would work out. I began to cry - it was like once I started I couldnt stop.
He was so patient. He waited till I stopped and carried me back into the tent to let me sleep. I dozed for a bit, but the delicous smells of something cooking brought me around. I walked out of the tent feeling rather foolish.
Fant had the fire roaring and some deer that was cooking. My tummy growled.
I sat down beside him.
"I have alot to learn I know. Please teach me" I said looking up into his blue eyes.
 
"I shall do what you say, Mi'Lady", he said, bringing her hand to his lips. "Now, you shouldn't have tried to light that fire wothout a rock and steel or flint. I prefer steel. I can hunt for you, and you can cook the food, or I can. But how you cook is you simply take a knife and gut the animal. Then cut it's head off and it rear off. Then, you put it on a spit. Prop up these tow steel poles", he said, pointing to two Y shaped poles. "Put the spit on the poles. Keep the meat on for about a 2 hours. Turn the spit about every 5 minutes. And that's how you roast meat", he said boldly, his eyes flashing.
 
Frowned at the word Mlady. "Fant, Im not a lady anymore. I dont want any part of my old life. I would rather be here and find real friends and be a good wife for a man who loves me for me...not money or power." She looked at him then concentrated on what he was saying.
Cutting the head and gutting an animal she made a terrible face.
"Fant I will cook, and Im a good cook, but gutting and beheading an animal I dont think I could. Well not at first, maybe later I could." Then looking him in the eyes "Im a good learner Fant, I will never forget the lessons taught me". At that she leant forward and kissed Fant on the lips, savouring the warm feelings and tingling sensations rolling through her body.
 
Fant kissed back, and they opened their lips and let their tongues explore each other's mouths. Fant picked her up and took her into the tent.
 
Mink

Swooning in Fants strong embrace her mind was lost, her body felt like it was being swept out to see on a strong tide.
Feeling herself being picked up in Fants arms, she relaxed, but wondered. Wondered what this man would be like as a lover? She thought he would be patient, kind, giving, and loving. Well she hoped he would be.
 
Fant gently lowered Mink to the bed. "Are you sre you want to do this now, or is it never? I know I am not the most handsome or rich man, but if you choosed to be with me, I will give you all I can", he vowed gently.
 
Mink

Looks up into Fants eyes. She liked what she saw. She saw everything that she had been missing out on in her young life. She saw gentleness, she saw love, she saw trust, she saw credence and she saw someone who she could believe and have faith in.
"I know you are poor - but that is only money. You are so rich in the things that I am looking for and need in a partner" she said reaching up to cup his face in her hands and stroke it gently. She smiled into his eyes and kissed his lips softly.
 
Fant smiled at her words, and loved her hands on his face, and loved her lips on his. So he kissed back. He didn't mind when she stood up with him. He didn't mind when she took off his shirt. He pulled her closer, and undid her shirt. It fell off, exposing her naked flesh beneath. Fant reached down, and gently cupped her breasts. He broke the kiss, and put his mouth on her nipple, and licked it slowly, and carresingly.
 
Mink

Smiling inwardly, feeling her heart and soul begin to stir into song. This man made her feel complete and loved.
She felt his strength when he pulled her close. He began to undo her shirt. Her mind was in a whirl
Looking down as his hands feel and cup my breasts. Watching as his lips encase my nipple, feeling the heat of his mouth, his tongue on it. My nipple hardens under his lips and tongue.
Slowly my eyes fill with tears but I blink them away quickly.
My legs grow week and a stirring happens deep in my belly that I havent felt before. I moan with out knowing it.
My hands stroke his face and feel the muscles in his strong shoulders and back.
I feel my legs begin to buckle and I break away
Turning away from him I move towards the bed. My body shivering from the sweet sensations.
 
Mysteria

OOC tighe hasn't posted in a long while, and ravenloft is dealing with some personal issues. I'm considering restarting the thread again. but for now i'm glad you are having fun.
 
Actually Intregue, in this thread I was WAITING for you to post again... Its not so easy to play when the situation that is set up involves players that can't post... Dropped out of the G I Joe thread for much the same reason, I was locked into a scenario that required the participation of another player. Unfortunately she had heart trouble. (Lava, you there? You okay? Need a kiss? Tee hee!) If I can get you two girls to post me back into the stories I will try and continue them! ;)
 
Mysteria

the day faded into night as women began cooking over fires and children listening to stories. I walked around getting a piece of bread and some soup. I noticed the tent that had been set up for the new arrivals and asked one of the older children to tend to the unwatched spit in front of it. I waddled down to rivers edge and washed my tired feet.
 
Thomas:

In the last weeks Thomas had been stealing away in the early morning hours from camp, to the river. He had been presented with a boken for his months of study. He found a spot along the river that a log had been put into place across the waters length. Standing in the middle of it he began the simplest of routines he had learned. His feet touched down along the log as he turned about, fighting imaginary foes. It was growing on him, the adrenaline he felt from it. In mid turn he saw Ria coming to the water's edge. A moment later he was in the water, cursing his foolishness. He swam to the bank, seven feet from Ria and pulled himself from the water. Setting there, he tried to act as though nothing had happened, in the hopes his pride would be spared. He slicked his now wet hair back and took a glance at Ria with a nervous smile.
 
Mysteria

I couldn't help but chuckle as he fell into the water and swam towards me.
 
Thomas:

With a hesitant laugh Thomas shakes his hair out a little then mats it backward. He stays in the water and wades over to Ria. "Looks like its a bit of a hassle washing your feet... Might I help?" He asked causiously.
 
Mysteria

"It would help if I could actually see my feet." I smile lightly, not wanting to get into an emotional discussion this early in the morning but somewhere in my mind I had one question I needed to ask.
 
Thomas:

With a chuckle of his own, Thomas took Ria's right foot in his hands and began to wash it. He kept his eyes lowered, focusing on washing between her toes. Maybe it was the crisp morning air in his lungs, or the the slight chill of the water along his legs but something had emboldened him. He worked his hands along the sole of her foot, scrubbing away the dirt.
 
Mysteria

he took to the task with a vigor she missed. she bit her lip, it was hard to believe how often Martine was off hunting or scouting. It seemed she was spending more and more nights alone. Of course perhaps it was her pregnant body that turned him off. She let out a sigh, perhaps she missed the sex because that was the core of her relationship with Martine, she had steeled herself from making any emotional connection.
 
Thomas:

Washing one foot thoroughly, Thomas then moved to her other foot. Continuing to scrub along the sole of her foot, between her toes, up over the top. Ria's feet were completely clean now, but Thomas found that his hands didn't wish to stop their work. He slipped them up about her ankle, massaging along, until he cradled her calf in his hands, kneeding gently. He looked up into Ria's eyes then, his hair slighly damp, hanging down in his face, his beard was quite full now, and it seemed to be ever so slightly touched with grey just under his lower lip, which curled up in a smile.
 
Mink

Seeing as Fant didnt follow, Mink looked up at him with soft eyes wondering if she had done something wrong.
 
Mysteria

It feels so nice to be pampered and I forgot about what fate has dealt me in past, feeling his hands slide upward I'm tempted to stop him, but it's not as if it's not something he hasn't seen and touched before.
 
martine

Picking my way through the forest, watching for roots and snakes, I let my mind wander. Mysteria had been in all my thoughts of late, but I knew she was still consumed with her decision making. It was frustrating, just waiting to see if she could make a choice. I felt the desire to rush in and have her decide, make her choose, yet I was afraid to drive her away. Time would make her decision easier. Part of me wished Thomas would leave. I would never ask it of him and I would never bring violence into our family. It was not our way. I had been out since early dawn, listening to the waking forest and watching the sunrise. As I slowly made my way back to camp I found myself at the water's edge. In the shimmering glass of the stream I saw them. I had never meant to come between them in the first place, back when Thomas and the young girl were abducted to the cave and he made his choice to have her. Mysteria had been devastated and it was fate that brought us together then. I looked forward to being a father. Now, with every stroke of Thomas' hand, that dream was fading. I wondered if he would be unfaithful to Mysteria in the future when the opportunity presented itself. I prayed he would not. Perhaps she would set him free some day instead. I decided there on the bank I would never know. Turning, I went to Terra's tent to leave word for Mysteria.
 
Thomas:

Working his hands, with a gentle lust up along Ria's calf, over her knee, along her thigh, Thomas rested his mouth against her stomach. He murmured some words, nearly too muffled against her stomach to hear. "Are you in there children?" He asked, his mouth still to her stomach. "If you can hear me, I just want you to know your mother is the most beautiful woman I have ever known... Treat her well little ones, and your lives will be marked with greatness..." He sighed, it was a sound of keen longing. By the gods, how he wanted to please her, to make himself whole with the sound, the feel, the taste of her. It was a sudden churning need within him. That need sparkled in his eyes, was breathed out with every breath he took, even in his touch it could be felt. He began to melt downward, his lips moved past her belly button, and still he continued, kissing her every second.
 
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