<font color='#000000'>Timestamp: Quarter: Tessera Day: 30 Year: 81377 (3) IC: Silence. It was something the playing field rarely saw - normally it echoed with the frenzied cries of Jemdrull players, murmuring of gym teachers explaining the lessons of the day and, on special occasions, with a school play or dance. Yet tonight the room was silent; the lights were dimmed and the field was lit with the ghastly bluish-white light of the moon, items from phys-ed abandoned upon the short-cropped grass casting long shadows on the ground. Tirran strode to the center of the field, standing in the geographical middle of a large "Janardan" logo. Okkie had promised to meet him here for a walk in the moonlight, something he'd been anticipating all day. Thankfully, the time had come to meet her. It would be their first true, private encounter (barring those within the casual confines of their dorm,) since the last incident in the dorm, and he did not quite know what to expect - yet he hoped against hope that it would once again be a friendly night of snuggles and soft kisses. Even if it proved otherwise, the time alone with her would be valuable. He'd been waiting a long while for it; it would help him to lift the weight of recent events from his shoulders. Doubt, however, clouded his mind - would she show up? He knew her to be more reliable than that. yet for some reason he worried that she might want nothing more of him. He could only hope... He took a seat on the well-kept grass, then lay back, staring up through the skylight at the clear and cloudless sky. He watched constellations appear as the final rays of sunlight disappeared from the horizon, The milky way came into full view, a spectacle of twinkling stars and bright planets that expanded in every direction as far as he could see, until the edges of the skylight were reached. The view was practically unobstructed, save for a few support arches that ran across the length of the window, and for the first time, a constellation came into view that he had never quite noticed before. Its shape almost suggested a heart. He might just point that out later to Okkie... if she ever showed up. I hope she'll come...</font>
<font color='#000000'>Notes — I feel like describing her appearance OoC'ly so I don't have to waste a paragraph or so to describe it in my post. Heh... she's basically wearing the same outfit as in the "Uh-oh" thread. Hmhm. She's wearing: · A white Janardan jemdrull team tee over a red tee. · Baggy black cargo pants (low riders) that expose the rim of red boxers. · White tennis shoes with red laces and soles. · White belt and white headband - each have a thin red stripe around the midsection. · Her short spikey locks are white with red tips. She's in her bipedal and winged form. That is all. *Nods* In Character — The soft ivory glow of the moon-trio marked a trail across the grass in front of Okkie. It was almost like the spread of moonshine was leading her... guiding her across the side field of the Janardan Tsupeon and towards the central field. She had her hands in her pockets as she obediently followed the shimmering river of moonlight. There was a grin on her maw and her ears were pricked - she knew where the mischievous lunar threesome was taking her. I wonder if Tirran somehow put a spell on you three, Okkie thought quietly as she tilted back coyote-like cranium and stared at the three milky spheres. That would not surprise me. I think he has a real crush on me. And I also think he would be the type to be awfully romantic. Her pace quickend as she thought of him - what was it about that silly alabaster male that she adored so much? - and her gaze returned to the glittering lawn as she shuffled forwards. The female pendragon abruptly passed under the shadow of the stands surrounding the main field. The moons glided out of view - but that was okay. As the blue-eyed youth peeked around the edge of the stands she saw... him. Tirran was spread out in the middle of the field. In all his masculine cuteness. "Get up! Get up! Get up!" Okkie's oculars glistened as she loped towards her roommate. Her silvery voice echoed throughout the silent stadium - it bounced off the empty stands and up to the glass dome and back down towards them to roll over the grass. The reverberation only died after 'Kie had reached the male... whom she grinned at openly as she stood above him. Hands now out of pockets and stretched out wide. "Come dance with me under the moons and the stars?"</font>
<font color='#000000'>Tirran grinned his widest, goofiest grin. She came! And she can just be so adorable sometimes! Of course he wanted to dance with her. He wanted to dance and sing and frolic and play all night until the sun came up, and he wished to spend all day until the sun went down with her, chatting and cuddling innocently as they usually did until the next night, and repeat the cycle endlessly 'till the end of their long, pendragoney lives. For some reason, however, he never felt as if she returned the desires, yet the gestures she presented him in friendship more than sufficed for him. He was just glad that she was there for him on nights such as this. Without a moment more of thought, he lept to his feet, scooping up 'Kiebean in his arms, paws supporting her bum (not for any naughty reasons though! With a smooth movement he lifted her off her feet, tugging her legs around his waist and spinning around quickly, rubbing noses with her in the process and planting a little kiss right between her eyes. "'Bout time you got here!" He breathed in deeply, inhaling her intoxicating scent - yet another thing about her I just adore... For some reason, to him, she was the sweetest-smelling of all the femmes in Janardan, and, though it may not have seemed like much to say that, he thought it quite important. To him, the scent was incomparable. It was a blessing to him that his dorm was inundated with the smell, a constant reminder of she whom he lived with every day, the one for whom he secretly yearned yet, no matter how close they got, whose heart he never seemed to be able to win for himself. He set her down gently on the grass, pulling her into a cute little waltzy-type dance, subconciously making a careful effort to keep their bodies as close as he could. Tonight, he decided, he would try his best to win her heart. Breaking from the dance momentarily, he grabbed from his pocket a small flower he had picked earlier in the day. Though it was slightly tattered, it still held with it a certain degree of charm, and he perched it in her hair, next to her ear, the red petals accenting her outfit perfectly. He then reached for her paws and moved to resume the dance. To make the scene appear slightly less akward, he stammered out a compliment nervously, "...Has anyone... ever told you that... your eyes have a lovely sparkle to them in the moonlight?"</font>
<font color='#000000'>There was a smile as wide as the star-studded sky on Okkie's maw - and it was just as splendid. She showed her rows full of pearly daggers as Tirran stood and embraced her, and her grin grew ever-wider as his warm hands hoisted her clean off her feet. If I was a less tough girl, I would probably be swooning right now, 'Kie thought with a light chuckle. Not that she wasn't utterly pleased - she adored this kind of treatment, and showed her obvious pleasure by putting her muzzle against Tirran's cheek and playfully licking his ear. Hear my silent whispers of love, she thought tenderly, just as the male set her back on her feet. Hear them, because I am too afraid to speak them aloud. This was a mournful thought, but the young female did not have time to grieve. Tirran pulled her close to him again, and as their dance began, his warmth flooded her body and purged her of negative thoughts. Her caramel tail curled around them both, keeping their lower torsos snugly fit together, and Okkie murmured happily. She wanted to simply sink into his being, be close like this forever. Just get the string. I will weave us together, her thoughts said in a dreamy tone. But then, as if in mischievous reply to her wishes, Tirran backed away from her, and Okkie felt the stone cold void where he'd been as if she'd just sat on an ice cube. "What are you - ?" His quiet answer came before the inquiry was fully breathed upon the night air. Shyly and delicately, Tirran withdrew a single red flower from his pocket, and he placed it amongst Okkie's carmine-licked tresses. Just the tentative way he did it made the female almost melt on the spot, and she vowed to herself she'd somehow make him feel just as special by the end of the night. "That's so sweet. Has anyone told you that girls prefer hugs and kisses over old clichés?" Okkie teased in response as she clutched closely against her roommate once again. "I mean, haven't you heard? Romance is so five minutes ago. Close snuggling is the in thing now, yo."</font>
<font color='#000000'>Tirran chuckled softly. For the first time he could sense a sort of bubbly warmth, one could even call it affection, that he'd desired. It seemed so masked, yet as they flirted in their roundabout manner amongst the shadows of the stadium, he could sense the presence of a sort of unfufilled affection that neither side would go so far as to acknowledge, yet both seemed to radiate on a far more subconcious level. He could feel it in the way she touched him, in the gentle brushes of her lips against his cheek, in the subtle intonations and accents of her speech - it was there, yet she feared to speak of it. As did he - and furthermore, he felt as if he could be wrong, as well. Could it all be imagined? Could all these indicators simply not exist, could they simply be fabrications of a mind so overwhelmed by desire? He simply could not tell; yet something spoke to him on that other level that told him this was not the case, and that she truly did care for him. Just the thought of such affection from someone he had desired for so long sent a slight chill down his spine. He reached out with his arms and once again wrapped them about her, this time in a warm embrace, as he gently planted kisses along and up her neck until reaching her ear, into which he murred softly - his own unspoken response to her silent inquiry that she, too, would hopefully understand.</font>
<font color='#000000'>If you are not the one, then why does my soul feel glad today? When he wrapped his muscular arms around her, Okkie felt like she was on the receiving end of the sweetest touch in the world. She nuzzled into his chest, purring softly, like a tame kitten. Her own arms were around his midsection, and as they embraced there under the light of the three moons, her paws moved up and down his spine. Tickling, tracing, stimulating the flow of blood and passion with each digit's passage. The female tried to light in him the same smoldering flames of heat that seemed to stir deep in her chocolate belly... she wanted him to know she cared deeply for him and loved this intimate contact. If you are not the one, then why does my hand fit yours this way? Yet, though she loved this closeness, the pair was not even, per se, "together". As her curves fit into his, as they swayed with each other, 'Kie wanted to remain in his clutch forever. However, she wasn't anywhere near ready for a relationship. Her former ones had ended so badly. Of course, they all started this way - full of butterflies and jubilation and tender kisses. Then, abruptly, the happiness would be robbed from her and... Okkie shuddered and gripped Tirran tighter, not wanting to hold too tightly or too loosely. She loved him, she wanted him. But she was... afraid to tell him, afraid of what it would entail? If you are not mine, then why does your heart return my call? Though... even if neither pendragon could vocalize their affection for the other, Okkie knew it existed. And it was okay to just simmer in the moment, to take it slow and savor the beauty. The femme tilted her head back and peered into his noxious oculars, and saw the three lunas in them. How graceful, how awesome... the staple of her soul and strength. If you were not mine, would I have the strength to stand at all...? Notes — Lyrics (in italics) belong to Daniel Bedingfield.</font>
<font color='#000000'>Tirran's mind spun out of control with the possibilities that lay before them. What he felt seemed so real, and though neither of them spoke of it, it seemed they owned eachother's hearts in a way that no one besides them could comprehend. It was a pure, untainted sort of affection, free from the formal restrictions of something so official as the titles of "boyfriend" and "girlfriend." It was more than those superficial titles; it was something beyond the giddy, socially-centered relationships typical to students in the school. Theirs was a secret love, something private to be shared in careful doses as to not overdo; something that could seemingly last forever if handled gingerly and with care. He could see all this in her deep gaze as her eyes locked with his; the two beautiful orbs that betrayed so readily her inner feelings staring intently back at his. He made no attempt to mask his emotions in return, either. He gingerly brushed a paw along the side of her face, his tail snaking about her leg, securing her in their current stance and "trapping" her with him for good. He grinned coyly at her - "...Gotcha."</font>
<font color='#000000'>Notes — Hah. Touchy-feely. It's all pretty tame, except for Okkie's little quote. That's the wildest this thread is gonna get... lol. In Character — A soft, complacent grin was etched upon her mug as she peered adoringly into Tirran's blazing oculars. Every part of her bodice prickled when their eyes met - her spine tingled as if icy flames licked up it, her feathers all rustled and shook quietly, and her tail bristled and twitched. You have the strangest effect on me, Okkie admonished as she continued to stare into his lucid orbs. Just a brief glimpse, and every muscle freezes up, every sense crackles, every inch of my body feels like it is on fire. How do you do it? Finally tiring of the pregnant moment of exchanging savory glances, the femme reached up a soft mitt and traced a claw down the male's right cheekbone. Altogether, it was both a gesture of adoration and a catalyst of sensuality. It was, simultaneously, a tender lover's touch... and an invitation. Of a sudden, a very coy light began to flicker in those blues, and the she-pendragon snapped into motion. Her large ears laid back - as if she was angry or aggressive - and she snarled mockingly as she stepped closer to Tirran. She breathed something into the cool air, and then her body was pressed against his very tightly. But she wasn't done yet - no! She pushed against him, urging him to walk backwards across the field, until the pair of pendragons was wound up in each other's heat against the wall of the jemdrull bleachers. There were no more preliminaries. Her hands wandered all over his clothed chest; she poked and prodded his pectoral muscles, jabbed him in the ribs, and trailed her fingertips over his belly button. Her soft caramel hands then reached his belt, and she clutched the buckle on its front. Okkie yanked it playfully, and lifted her gaze from its shiny gilt up to his acidic eyes. She saw the hopeful grin trying to find its way onto his lips, and she knew he'd given her the unspoken consent. In return, the femme gave him a very charming, mischievous smile, then abruptly spread her legs out a bit and moved their lower bodies even closer together. Sensitive. Sensual. Striking. There was a momentary pause as Okkie felt fire licking powerfully in her lower belly, and she had to muffle a giddy laugh that bubbled in her chest. Then she slowly reached down again, unzipped his pants, and gingerly snaked her small, warm hand inside. Her delicate digits found flesh sooner rather than later, and the she-pendragon murmured something under her breath as her grip enclosed around him, as she finally got intimately acquainted with the male's pride. "How does that feel? Hot?"</font>
<font color='#000000'>Tirran kept moving back against the bleachers until his back collided with the metal construction with a rather loud metal clunk. Ignoring a slight ache in his back, he focused his attention on 'Kie - the femme he had been yearning for for so long, once again intimately close to him. He smiled softly at her - she was beautiful - every gentle curve of her form spoke to him; the soft features of her face soothed his mind, previously concerned with school matters. Suddenly, taking him totally by surprise, the situation seemed to "spin out of hand," so to speak, and before he knew it her gentle paws had worked their way into his pants - and the effect was, to say the very least, quite astounding. Ever subtle movement of a finger would trigger shivering feelings that would leap from nerve to nerve in his body, amassing to create an incredible tickling feeling that made him snicker, barely audibly, leaning his head back and closing his eyes gently. "Yes... quite hot. And quite surprising as well." ooc: I know it's short. Sorry </font>
<font color='#000000'>Notes — 'S okay. In Character — Her calm grasp on the male's phallic regions began to tighten as Tirran responded with pleasant surprise. Okkie had been gentle at first - not wanting to alarm or upset him, lest she ruin the atmosphere. But now she was entirely sure that this was what he wanted, what they both wanted. Her caramel hand wound around him as the female leaned all over her weight against his hips and chest. Even her feathery white wings were pulled forward, making a sort of toasty envelope around the couple. They also made a makeshift shield - hiding the slight grinding, idle giggling, and playful touching. A moment or two passed as the she-pendragon groped her partner in the warm darkness. Then, as quickly as she'd smashed him against the bleachers, she was backing away from him, a quaint grin on her face, tail a-twitchin'. "I was just returning a favor. You made me feel pretty awesome by giving me this," 'Kie said, pointing at the carmine flower tucked amongst her tresses, "And so I thought I'd make you feel special back." This sounded... final, somehow, but this night was far from over. Okkie turned her backside towards Tirran, and then back pedaled towards him. She fell lightly against him, and her banded arms reached for his. Chocolate cranium nestled in the crook of his collarbone as Okkie wound his muscular arms around, beneath her softly curving chest and across her trim belly. In a sort of enraptured hug.</font>
<font color='#000000'>Tirran heaved a gentle sigh as he wrapped his arms were wrapped tightly about the chocolate femme's body. He was in a state of pure bliss now; she was where it felt she belonged. He nibbled her ear gently, a single finger gently tickling her tummy. "...It's strange, Okkie," he murmured softly in to her ear, "the way I feel when I'm around you. There's something about the manner in which you carry yourself; the way you do things; that makes me feel all cuddly and warm on the inside. You're addictive... you make me feel all sorts of things that I haven't felt in so long." He would have continued; he would have told her about how somedays in class he would drift off into a trance and dream of her gentle touch and beautiful form. Something told, though, that this was not the time. The night was young; he'd have many more chances. He allowed himself to slide straight down along the side of the bleachers, landing sitting on the ground with Okkie neatly in his lap, still cradled in his arms. He nuzzled into the little spot where her neck joined her shoulders at a cute little angle, taking a moment to once again revel in her scent. "I'd like to sit like this for quite a while. Forever would be nice." He imagined laying there, under the stars with her, continuing to talk about nothing in particular until the ends of the time; it was something he wouldn't mind one bit. He decided to test the water, just a bit. "...Of course, such a thing only works if both parties concerned want spend such a time together, wouldn't you say?" He kissed the top of her head softly and tightened his arms around her slightly, as if he was scared to let go. Meanwhile, above them, the moons and stars shone down 'pon them as if gazing upon the unfolding scene quite approvingly.</font>
<font color='#000000'>Falling into Tirran's lap was like falling into a cloud. Her hindquarters settled against his warm lap, and it just felt like they had been molded for each other. The only thing that barred them from totally sinking into one another were her wings. That can be fixed, 'Kie said with a smile smile. Then - poof! - the feathery white aerials were gone and the femme leaned all her weight backwards into the male. She could feel their bodies sculpting to one another, could feel his toned muscles against her back, his legs beneath her rear end. It felt... like heaven. "You make me feel similarly," Okkie purred softly in response to Tirran's dialogue. "Maybe it's your scent, or the way you walk, or perhaps it's just that glint in your eye. Something attracts me to you, makes me want to put my arms around you and hold you forever. Something made us like a perfect fit - from mating to sitting, we seem to match and fit together quite well, don't we?" His last few sentences needed a few more moments of deliberation by the banded pendragon - she could read the sincerity in his final words - but Okkie responded to him at last with blunt and pointed answer: "You're right. It takes one plus one to equal two. But, in this case, one of those ones is very hesitant to start adding new things to her routine. Catch my drift?"</font>
<font color='#000000'>Tirran nodded; he understood fully. She'd said it to him before, and he'd decided to give things another try. Though unsuccessful, he felt somehow happy that the effort had been made. Wary of pushing any further for fear that he may upset her, he simply dropped the subject with a smile and a tightening of his embrace, "And that's perfectly alright by the other one of these ones." He went to work gently on her neck, planting soft kisses on it from behind. "It was just that one of these ones felt like telling the other that... he was here, should ever you desire a two, rather than two ones." Realizing the statement was a bit too bold, he quickly jumped to correct himself - "Of course, not to say that one of these ones isn't happy with how things are right now." And that was the truth, indeed. He fell contemplatively silent for a few moments, and then spoke again: "...Thank you for coming here to spend the night with me," he softly cooed at her, "even though the night is still young, I felt such a thanks was due. You've made me feel so wonderful." And then, once again, he fell silent, taking in her warmth against his, inside the silent stadium.</font>
<font color='#000000'>One of her soft ears pricked as Okkie listened to the male speak in riddles and rhymes. The way he seemed so bashful and cautious about his words made the femme giggle lightly. Or maybe she giggled because of the soft nibbles he was placing on her throat? Either way, it seemed like the she-pendragon either wasn't listening or wasn't taking Tirran seriously. In fact, she had heard him, and knew what he was trying to say... but if she responded, she ran the risk of killing the atmosphere. So all she did was hum thoughtfully and continue to chuckle delicately. Encouraging him to continue with his flirtatious kisses. "My ears... will you kiss my ears next?"</font>
