<font color='#000000'>Heh... if this post had a title, it would be Rejection or something. Okkie is so bad. BiC, Though her heart was decidedly crestfallen and culpable, Okkie could not help but forget her idle worries in wake of the physical gratification that was passing between the male and the female. Their grinding motions stirred to a steady but silent tempo, and between her legs and in the pit of her stomach, the banded pendragon felt a blaze smoldering. As Tirran drove against her, his friction seemed to be adding fuel to the fire. Soon enough, almost in sync with her partner, Okkie experienced a sudden burst of immeasurable delight, an almost tickling sensation that kneaded throughout her entire lanky body. She’d reached her pinnacle, the flame had roared into life, and was now simmering thoughtfully on its base. The feeling neutralized, and their beat froze, but the female was still left with a powerful buzzing inside her stomach. “Now that… that felt good.” But once again, physical sentiments were pushed roughly to the side as Okkie lapsed into silence. She wondered if Tirran would attempt to move their relationship beyond friendship, and what she would do if he did, indeed, try. She let go of her clutch on his shoulder blade and softly pushed some locks of hair out of his acidic eyes, trying to peer into their depths to see what lay beyond. Something inside her was immediately relieved — though her roommate looked back at her with adoration, it seemed to her to be limited to a platonic sort. Timidly, she grinned at him. “I don’t know what to say now. Thank-you? Heh. It’s really not like me to do these things, but I know this wasn’t a mistake. What are friends for, besides offering happiness? Right?” Gracefully, ’Kie slid from beneath his masculine weight, and plopped her hind feet on the soft navy carpet. She sat there, naked, next to Tirran for a few minutes, simply pondering over what had happened and what to do next. Then, with a sallow look in her cobalt orbs, she turned to face him again. “Though I really think this experience was good for me… I don’t want you to think I’m easy, or that I’ll just hop in bed with you, or anyone, whenever. I consider myself to be a decorous pendragon. I want you to know that I adore you. You’re one of my best friends. But this was nothing more than keeping each other company, okay?” Stillness. The female swore at herself for sounding so… patronizing. She proffered a pained smile for Tirran, patted his shoulder, and then stood. Time to finish that shower, she thought idly, somewhat bemused. Then off to Ramathian lessons. One last flick of her tail, and the bathroom door snapped shut. This time… the lock turned.</font>
