Timestamp: Tessera (Autumn), 81379 Day 5 Time of Day: 1:30pm Character: http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=767Vach</a> Vac flyÂ’s and lands carefully onto the slippery ground. This is his second home, and he visits very frequently. Only this trip is different. He is not alone this time, and is not waiting on anyone to join him. This time, he has invited a very special female to join him. He knows it might take her a little extra time to get here but, that is not a bad thing. It gives him a chance to get semi prepared. He hurries over to his hut, and opens the door. He quickly organizes his work table, so that it isnÂ’t as scattered as it was before. He looks around, and tries to think if there is anything else he should get ready. He grins, and reddens slightly as one thought passes through his mind. He walks over and presses on the wall, and a door opens. He immediately moves over to the door on the left, and opens the door. One never knows of what can happen ahead of time but, if for some reason they were stuck. He would not find it acceptable not to have a proper place for her to lie. He looks around the room, and makes a couple of adjustments, here and there. He then, turns and closes the door, and moves back into the front of the hut. He patiently waits for her arrival, as he sits down and busies himself with his work.
Peiruh's wings eventually got back in step, the fatique from earlier gone the closer that she got to the house. Landing easily she rapped on the door and pushed it open, her taloned feet not making a noise. The female's eyes looked about, his place was scattered with work things yet she liked the coziness of the hut. Smiling she walked further in, looking around for Vac but deciding that he was probably finishing up one of his projects and the she would just wait. To the left corner was a neat little coach and she glided toward and plopped herself down. Nice play Vac. She ran her teeth over her tongue and smiled. She was warm, but not from the weather. It was simply the thought of being in his presence. Shutting her eyes she began to daydream.
He heard the door open, and then shut. He smiled. He closed the book he was writing in, and stood up. He stretched, and walked quietly towards the room she is in. He stops in the door way and watches her. "Hey there, darlin." He walks towards her, and moves so that he can sit down on the couch, next to her. He places an arm around her shoulders, and softly raises her face to meet his. He looks deeply into her mismatched eyes, and feels a tingling feeling run through his body. He lowers his face to hers, and kisses her deeply. He lets the kiss go on for several minutes, before he pulls away. He thinks to himself, <span style='color:blue'>I have to be careful. Otherwise I am not going to stop.</span> He smiles, as he looks deeply into her eyes. "I am glad you are here."
Her ears twitch as he spoke but she didn't open her eyes, not until she could feel the pressure of him sitting on the coach. Opening them she looked at him, her smile wide and loving. And then another kiss. Her body wriggled happily and she eagerly fell into it. Heat from emotion warmed her and hands found themselve roving up the inside of his shirt. Feeling his muscle she almost laughed and then she immediately retracted her hand. She would be careful. As he pulled away she looked down almost sad that the moment was broken, but after all they did need oxygen. Rubbing his cheek she kissed the tip of his nose for effect. I am too.
He stroked her hair gently, "I hope your trip went well to get here." He lightly nuzzles her neck, enjoying being near her and not wanting the feeling to end. He felt his face redden slightly as she touched his chest. He starts to grin, and leans forward and starts to tickle her. He is trying to hold back his laughter, as he tickles her.
The girl looked at him and in between fits of giggles answered his question. It was fine...just a bit tiring. She smiled. Peiruh's laughter was melodic and resounding, like a sweet wind over the ocean. His nuzzling made her blush, and for a moment they made a sweet little picture, but Peiruh's mind clouded with a problem that was evident. Our age. Your so much older then I am...won't that create a problem. In no way was she suggestion a split of this relationship, if you will, but it was a problem that would come around sooner or later.
He leaned back, and thinks about what she is saying. He had thought about this while waiting for her to arrive. "Yes, we have quite a difference in age but, as long as we are careful. I don't think it should be a problem. Ofcourse, just for appearance sakes, we probably should keep it quiet. I don't want to distract you from your classes, well not a whole lot anyhow." He runs a hand through her hair, and continues speaking."How do you feel about this? I mean if we are going to make this work, we should talk about it know, rather than later." He stood up, and walked into the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and grabbed two cans. He walked back over to the couch and sat down. He put his arm back around her, and then handed her one of the cans. He quickly opened his can and took a drink, enjoying the feel of carbonation hitting his throat.
She watched him get up to retrieve a can, she gladly grabbed it from him but her thoughts destracted her from actually opening it. I agree that we should keep it quiet...but we shouldn't be all "unemotional" just to make other 'dragons more comfortable. It's our feelings and not theres. She leaned her head against his shoulder and finally opened the can. It fizzled open and almost spilled onto her but she quickly held it to her mouth. Sipping it delicately she spoke again. I don't want something that is wonderful and new to end...just because we don't fit some stereotype. She sighed and closed her eyes.
He listens, trying to keep his concentration on her words. He pulls her back so that she is sitting closer to him. "Yes, keeping it quiet would be a good thing. And I agree about the acting "unemotional" also. This about us and not everyone else." He takes another drink of his soda, and runs a finger down the spine of her back. He smiles, at how his finger makes a line down her back. He leans down and softly kisses her neck.
Nodding as he agreed she opened her enchanting eyes and then giggled as the finger caused her to laugh. Aren't you hungry? She didn't wait for an answer instead she got up, trounced to the kitchen and began to go through the cupboards. At least so found some pasta and some spaghetti sauce along with some herbs. She set to work cooking, hoping he would like it. Spaghetti...do you like it?
He watches, as she walks over to the kitchen. He can't help but, enjoy the view as she walks. He quickly stands up and walks towards the kitchen. He sits down on a counter chair that, he designed specifically for this reason, and swings his legs up in front of him. "Hungry, yeah I am. Spaghetti sounds great." He smiles, as she works. "So, you know I appreciate you cooking but, I don't expect you to. It probably sounds odd but, I do enjoy cooking. I don't usually cook for others but, I am willing to make an exception for you." He makes sure that she doesn't have anything breakable, or anything that would hurt in her hand. Reaches out and playfully, slides a hand over the tip of her tail. He then, realizes what he just did, and with a slightly red face says,"Oh, um sorry I couldn't resist, doing that."
Her hands busy themselves easily, finding cooking to be easy and a great service to others. Italian seasonings find themselves in the boiling pot of crimson sauce and a little oil is dashed into the noodles and water. She smiled as he spoke about the exception for her and stopped to turn her head and show her appreciation with a gentle kiss to the forehead. It's alright. I like to cook. And besides this is your house, I should have to earn my way her somehow. And you know what they say, a best way to a man's loyalty is his heart. She winked and turned back around. The wonderful aroma of tomato sauce causing her to inhale deeply. Peiruh felt the hand on her tail and she looked at him, shaking her head playfully as if scolding a nagging kid. But it was apparent that she didn't mind and actually found it quite cute. Wriggling it fast and up and down, she finally twirled on her toes and stepped right up to him. Go set the table please, ok. She smiled that gentle, feminine smile and blew him a kiss then returned to put the finishing touchs on her meal.
Vac smiled and stood up. He stepped close to her, and set his hands on her waist, turns her towards him, and kisses her before, going and setting the table like she asked. He moves around and pulls out the proper dishes, and sets them on the table. He goes to the window and adjusts the curtains, so that there was less of a glare, which always hit the table at this time of day. He paused, thinking for a moment. He quickly walked back into the kitchen and reaches into a cupboard, without interupting her. He walks back to the table and takes the lid off the candle lights it and sets it on the middle of the table. He moves back to the hutch, and grabs two glasses gently. "What would you like to drink? I have the rest of the table set." He leans in the kitchen of the doorway, still holding the glasses. He smiles, as he watches her finish making the meal.
She graciously accepted the kiss, feeling warm and lvoed all over again. It was like some picture out a movie, the perfect couple where the man is sweet and charming and the wife kind and submissive. She giggled at the thought and swept into her arms the hot pans of spaghetti and sauce. Laying them down she rushed back into the kitchen to get drinks but he stopped her with a question. Hmm...do you have Sangria...or wine of some sort? She asked suggestively as she pushed past him, flirting her tail under his chin, and then dropping neatly into the chair that she had chosen.
Vac grinned, as she flirted. He moves into the kitchen and walks over and pulls out a bottle of berry sangria. He walked back to the table, and set down the glasses, then opened the bottle. He carefully poured the sangria, into the glasses. He hands her one of the glasses and sits down in the chair next to her. He unfolds his napkin, and sets it on his lap. He looks over the meal she has prepared, and smiles. "Peiruh, this looks and smells delicous. Just as you do." He grinned as he added the last part of the statement. He picked up his fork, and twirled some of the spaghetti onto it, and then picked up his glass and took a sip. He started to eat quietly.
She munched her spaghetti, taking petite sips of the potent and yet sweet liquid, enjoying as it trickled down her throat. The comment earlier had caused a severe blush and she tried to hide it by shoving her face into the food. Her first plate down and the Sangria gone, she decided to halt herself, not wanting to eat more then she needed to. Getting up she removed the mess, cleaning up the bowl and cup, and then rushed back to Vac. Your wonderful, you know.
Vac finished off his glass of sangria, and stood up. He never took his eyes off her as she moved around, cleaning up there dishes. When she got close enough, he grabbed her by the waist, and pulled her close to him, and a little ways away from the table. He reached over to the shelf, and grabbed the remote which was laying there. He quickly turned the stereo on. He put the remote back, on the shelf, and returned his attention to her. He looked deeply into her mismatched eyes, and starts to move slowly to the music. He thinks to himself, <span style='color:blue'>I believe that this could be heaven. He tries to keep his heart from racing but, with as close as they are dancing. I am sure she can hear it though.</span>
She didn't expect the romantic gesture at all, and as he began to play the music she nearly melted. She hadn't been gifted with a voice of an angel or the mind of a lyricist, but she always loved music. Flowing easily with him, stepping where he had just stepped and laying her head on his chest, she indeed could her his heart. And she smiled inwardly, loving the protection and warmth he offered. Wrapping her arms around his neck she cooed slightly and then closed her eyes. Thank you for today. She whispered it, almost inaudibly. Her tail wrapped about them both and she opened her eyes to look into his. Stopping the swaying dance she rose to her toes and gave him a passionate, long lasting kiss.
Vac broke the kiss, and whispered,"Tis my pleasure." He then finds her lips again, this time he lets it continue. As he continues to kiss her, he moves and gently presses her against the wall. Hr broke off the kiss, and started planting light kisses along her cheek and neck. He tries to keep his composure, he doesn't want to push her to fast. He looks deep into her eyes, his desire for her beginning to show in his own eyes. "Do you have any idea how wonderful you are?"
She mumbled and then umphed as she was shoved lightly against the wall. Grunting happily she ran her hands up his back and shut her eyes again. The feeling was wonderful, just wonderful. No...I'm just Peiruh. Even still she tried to remain humble and modest. Running her hands through his hair she laughed quietly in his ear and blew on it.
