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Post by Lizzie on Apr 8, 2015 22:36:14 GMT
She woke up in a bed, soft and warm. It was still hard getting used to that. At home she had so many siblings that they slept on futons and more often than not she'd wake up with a foot in her side or on the cold hard floor. Now, since she had left, she couldn't get used to this feeling...but the beds at this inn were better than the ones she could afford from working at the Colosseum. Her big Sis really was something. Oh god but her head was killing her. She had drunk way too much the night before. Sitting up, gripping her head and fighting the way her head swam, something came back to her. she pressed her hands over her face. Even through the ache, everything from the night before had come back crystal clear.
It wasn't like she REGRETTED it. She'd been meaning to make a move for ages, but Zanira was almost angry at how considerate he'd been for her intoxicated state. he was so frustrating! "SO FRUSTRATING" her face burned and she buried it in her arm, knees drawn up to her chest. That's when she realized she was in a nightgown, not her retainer clothes. Calisto? Did she come to check on her and help her out of her clothes? God she hoped that she was already out and didn't complain to Cal. Not that her sister was the type to put her nose where it didn't belong, unlike her, but still...she only wanted one person to know about her drunk failure with the 'puppy', as she called him. Sighing out, she looked to the bedside table where she found a little vial of tonic to, she guessed, help with the hangover.
Drinking it down she sighed and flopped back. There was a clock on the bedside table as well. Thankfully she hadn't slept in too much. Would he be up yet? Would he be waiting for her to come or would he expect her to be embarrassed and pretend it never happened? That though made her face twist into a look of frustration and anger. he better not just think she'd forget about it! She wasn't some stupid, blushing, teenager...even if she was 19. Taking a breath, she calmed herself and let the tonic do it's work before getting up. She'd get a bath and then she'd go to his room. That was the plan anyway...
She stood in front of the mirror in her room, looking at herself. Her hair was down and the white gown her sister had put her in looked like something a woman would wear, not a girl.It had long, loose sleeves that cupped at her wrist but it cut low in the front and laced up the breast. It was an empire waisted gown that cinched just under her breasts and flowed down to her ankles. Sure it was mostly modest but if Cal had put her in it, what could she expect. Looking at herself, however, pink hair falling around her shoulders and missing her usual pig tailed choice of style, she looked older. Zanira cupped her own small breasts as she looked at herself in the mirror and, for a moment, she was actually a little sad. Even if she looked older and even if the gown had hid her thin frame, it didn't change that she was still so small and thin. She wasn't curvy and beautiful like Cal. She WANTED to be but would that stupid puppy even be interested in a girl like her that didn't even look like a proper woman? Sure the horny mutts at the Colosseum liked her just fine but they'd like anything with tits and an ass regardless of how big it was. As long as she showed some skin that was enough for them.
Letting out a frustrated sigh she shook her head and balled her fists. The bath could wait. She wanted to do this right now before she could chicken out. Quickly combing her fingers through her hair and patting it down she turned on her heal and marched toward the door. If she was going to COMPLETELY make a fool of herself she might as well do it now. His room wasn't too far, after all. Zanira steeled herself and knocked on the door. "Khalil?" Her voice came out more timid than she had intended and she cleared her throat. "Khalil, it's Zanira."
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Post by Shea on Apr 9, 2015 16:09:10 GMT
Khalil prided himself in being able to read people well. So last night, when a rather drunk Zanira had come up and kissed him out of nowhere, he'd been shocked. Not so much at the kiss, but at the fact that he hadn't realized she held any attraction for him whatsoever. There was obviously the possibility that her being drunk had caused a moment of attraction, which would make sense... But that hadn't stopped him from waking up early, wondering if she would truly show up.
When she knocked on his door, he started. "Well. That's interesting..." he murmured to himself. He didn't bother with a shirt, the beaded and feather necklaces the only thing he wore other than the pants he slept in, cut off around his calves. Maybe it was a little inappropriate considering the conversation he was going to have with her, but he often walked around with his bi-colored chest bare. She'd seen it all before.
Opening his door, he gave her a thoughtful smile as he stepped aside to let her in. "I have to say, I am surprised to see you, Zani."
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Post by Lizzie on Apr 9, 2015 18:50:06 GMT
She was pretty certain, if she wasn't used to him walking around like that before, she'd have been momentarily distracted. Thanks in part by her current determination, She was able to stepped past him into the room and not catch herself admiring the man before her. It's not like she hadn't before, however. She had...on quite a few occassions without even meaning to. She took a breath once she was inside. It wasn't like she had NEVER been to his room before...just maybe not THIS particular room since it WAS an inn. He was going to make her say it wasn't he? It wasn't like she should expect any less. He HAD told her she would need to come to him when she woke up. Frustrating boy....
"You shouldn't be too surprised...I told you I knew what I was doing." She crossed her arms and licked her lips, gaze averting for a moment. "But...thank you." Wow she'd actually said it... "For not taking advantage. I wouldn't have been mad if you did but I'm actually glad you didn't." Sure, part of her was irritated to have to say it all over again, do it all over again, but she guessed it did show he wasn't the usual kinda guy she met while working.
Still, this DID require a sort of reconfession. How did she even say it? Was she just supposed to confess "I LIKE YOU!" like some kid? Kiss him again? Oh no she wasn't making that move again....not yet anyway. Zanira was way too sober to be impulsively locking lips with him at the moment. "I'm interested in you..." she said, then tossed him a challenging, obstinate glance. "You're frustrating and confusing and nice and clingy...but you're better than other guys. For me, anyway." But inside all the things she liked about him, other than how much he frustrated her, started flooding over her. His smile when he was happy, or when he cuddled someone he was close to. he was like a big puppy... Then there was the way he looked when his eyes filled with momentary sadness, it made her want to hold him because someone like him should NEVER be sad. It was the way he'd wrap his arm around her waist and pull her back when a big box was going to fall off the shelf or how he'd pretend not to notice when she made a mistake and, instead, quietly correct it when he didn't think she could see. He was so kind, or she thought so anyhow.
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Post by Shea on Apr 9, 2015 19:28:45 GMT
Khalil had to laugh, shaking his head as he closed the door and crossed his arms, standing before her. She was lovely, all subtle curves and brash attitude. He'd be lying if he said he'd never thought of making a move, though he also knew if she hadn't come to him, he would have never gone to her. Most of the time, women like her didn't much enjoy the kind of things he did.
"I could cut around the main reason I asked you to come speak with me when you were sober," he started, "but neither of us are much for it. So I'll be more direct." Moving to the small table and chairs, he sat on the ledge of the wooden table, drawing one leg up and resting his arm on it. "I'm also going to assume that a little lip locking wasn't all you wanted from me. If it is... stop me anytime."
Shifting forward, he met and held her gaze. "When I said I wasn't nice... it wasn't entirely true. I am. Unless, however, my partner doesn't wish for me to be. When it's just you and I, I will have you utterly at my mercy... but you will be completely in charge of what my mercy is. You want teasing and to be worshiped, I will make it happen. You want me to break you down and hurt you; build you back up after, and I will. You will pick a word, and the moment it leaves your lips, we stop. No questions, no hesitance. You say it, and it's over."
Dropping his leg, he leaned forward, hands resting on the table besides his knees as a gentle smile pulled his lips. "Do you understand what I'm telling you?"
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Post by Lizzie on Apr 9, 2015 19:59:02 GMT
She was...well she was a bit caught off guard to say the least. What was he saying? Sure she...thought she knew what he was saying but by the 12 that was fast. Honestly, she was a bit disappointed there was no confession of real interest from him but she supposed a sexual interest would do. At least he was attracted to her, right? Cocking her hip in that nightgown, Zanira raised a brow at him. "I'm not a kid of course there was more to it than just wanting a kiss...but I guess I get what you're saying. Some guys at the Colosseum were into pet play and bdsm and all of that. Is that what you're talking about?"
She said that not from experience, honestly, but rather from the way all the guys had talked. Some had invited her to join but she always brushed them off, of course they were cool guys and never pressured. If she were truthful, she knew they would have never talked about it around her if they hadn't considered her to be one of the guys. But, honestly, she had no idea if it were something she'd like and, hell, she didn't even know WHAT she'd like. There was no way she was about to admit that she was a virgin. Sex itself didn't seem embarrassing to her but admitting she was a virgin? Yeah that was embarrassing... Men reacted one of two ways when they knew a girl was a virgin and she wasn't in the mood for Khalil to get all noble right now, not when he was talking about some kinky bdsm stuff or whatever.
Boy was Zanira glad she'd never had much of an illusion of romance or grandeur for the first time she confessed to liking a guy. But she still couldn't stop the sigh and chuckle that came out as she shook her head. "Being at the mercy of a puppy like you will be interesting. But...you didn't scared me away."
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Post by Shea on Apr 9, 2015 22:38:24 GMT
Khalil smiled and stood, stepping towards her with his arms crossed. He looked her up and down, and when he met her eyes there was still a gentle smile on his lips. "Definitely interesting," he said, mostly to himself. And to stop her from having to ask, he added, "Every other woman I've explained that too freaked. Called me a pervert and left." He shrugged, and stepped even closer to her. "But you will not be at my mercy. Not truly. You're always in control, alright? Remember that. I just go with what your body is telling me, until you use your safe word."
A hand went to her hip, and he tilted his head. "But that was all mostly so you know what you're getting into. Because that's kinda just how I am." He placed his other hand on her opposite hip and pulled her softly against him. "But seeing as how this will be my first time with a woman, and your first time at all..." he trailed off, waiting for her to say otherwise. But she'd never kissed anyone before. She'd been kissed, but never kissed. It wasn't hard to figure out she'd never done anything else. "This will be a learning experience for the both of us, alright? Nothing heavy yet." He gave her a wink.
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Post by Lizzie on Apr 9, 2015 23:48:29 GMT
"Hmph!" she turned her nose up. "Well I'm not just every woman. They sound weak and boring if they called you a pervert." She waved her hand in the air in a dismissing way. "I have no illusions of a charming prince who'll make tender vanilla love to me and all that overly sappy stuff. If you thought I was then you were sorely mistaken about the kind of woman I am." She scolded, the rest of her words cut off as he'd closed the distance between them and he'd pulled her close.
It was nothing, absolutely NOTHING to get worked up about but for a minute she was speechless and her head was a jumble of different reactions she could have had until the meltdown of her brain resulted in stunned silence. It didn't help when he'd said he'd never been with a woman but, if she weren't afraid of losing all attractiveness, she very well might have puffed up at him for hitting the nail so squarely on the head.Instead she gave him an unimpressed tilted of her lips as he winked at her and did really the only thing she could think of doing at that moment, lean up and kiss him. She had no words to respond so kissing him seemed the most fun way to avoid having to.
Zanira was almost sad he wasn't wearing a shirt she could pull him down with but wrapping her arms around his neck did just as good a job at bringing him closer to her and made it easier to deepen the kiss.
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Post by Shea on Apr 10, 2015 2:08:03 GMT
Zanira had one of the most expressive faces he'd ever seen. It was easy to keep up with the emotions that crossed it, though sometimes the reason for them confused him. He thought she was going to push him away and change her mind, until she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. And instead of being the one to stop her, he slipped his arms around her waist and backed her to the closed door.
She felt tiny in his arms, so much more used to men, but it wasn't a bad change. And she kissed like she lived; full of emotion. It was then that he realized she truly had harbored an attraction to him for a while, and that made his head spin a little. How could he have missed something like that? Her pressed closer, enjoying the way her smaller frame fit against his as his tongue traced her lips. He let his hands wander, down her sides and back up; one going over her shoulder to tangle into her hair. He wanted to yank it back, make her submit -- but he didn't.
He took both her hands, guiding them above her head to pin them against the door. "Pick a word, Zani. I don't plan on doing anything heavy, but I also have very different definitions of extreme. If I do something you don't like, I need to know."
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Post by Lizzie on Apr 10, 2015 2:33:26 GMT
The kiss made her body warm and the miqo'te made a sound deep in her throat. Zanira had thought the alcohol was the sole reason she'd felt so warm the night before and she had no idea how wrong she had been. Of course, that kiss wasn't quite as fulfilling as this one and she didn't remember such a strong desire to keep him close and to kiss him harder like she did right then. She almost protested him taking away her hands, but she liked how it felt to be pinned against that door...she didn't like that he pulled away to talk, however.
She paused at the question and her eyes looked around. Her head was swimming and she was pinned to a door. Thinking of a word she wouldn't say out loud on accident and that wasn't utterly ridiculous was nearly-- "Chocobo." Still ridiculous but she was pretty positive she wouldn't say that while he kissed and touched her...unless he was into some REALLY kinky stuff that she didn't want anything to do with. She tilted her head up and looked at him as if she were not so patiently waiting, which wasn't far from the truth. "Are you going to kiss me again or just stand there?" Her lips turned up into a slight smile.
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Post by Shea on Apr 10, 2015 2:40:47 GMT
Khalil snickered, and ran a finger along her jawline with his free hand. "Zani, one day you're going to need that safe word, and it won't seem so pointless that I stopped to make you choose one." But he expected her to be impatient, so he didn't waste anymore time. He let her arms go, his hands going down her hips to ass. He gave it a squeeze as he pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose, but then he hosted her up onto his hips.
He kissed her slowly as he made his way to the bed, thankful there wasn't anything in the way, and that he made it easily to bed. He lay her gently down on it, following after her, his kisses turning more heated as his hands wandering again. He rolled his hips softly against her core as he started kissing down her neck.
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Post by Lizzie on Apr 10, 2015 4:02:50 GMT
"We'll see...." She said with a challenging grin. As confident as she tried to appear, she was suddenly wishing she hadn't skipped that bath. What if she was gross or something? She'd heard guys complain about all sorts of things with the girls they slept with. Shit. She tried to push her anxiousness down and distract herself but the way he laid her softly on the bed had her heart pounding even faster. She kept trying to remember what the girls used to say, that sex was nothing and the first time wasn't some magical fairy tale fantasy but messy and awkward and sometimes even painful. Maybe that would calm her down...
As Khalil's kisses grew harder, more heated, it became all the more difficult to focus on anything but the need to kiss back just as hard, and to tug at his lip with her teeth. One of her hands moved up the other's arm and gripped into the short strands of hair, fisting and tugging at the gold strands. "Mmmnnn..." The sounds escaped her and she didn't even care as heat started to pool in her belly and her core ached with each roll of Khalil's hips. Her other hand wrapped around him and ran sharp nails just over his skin, careful not to scratch him...yet.
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Post by Shea on Apr 10, 2015 4:10:11 GMT
Khalil had a general idea of what he was doing. He knew how a woman's body worked... but it wasn't a man's body. He couldn't go straight for something; had no clear idea what to do next. He spent a lot of time kissing over her neck, bites and kisses that were sure to bruise, but he never pressed too hard; never risked drawing blood. The sounds she made let him know he was at least doing something right, and he let a hand slide down her thigh to push up the nightgown she wore, touching over the smooth skin of her thighs.
He avoided her panties, skirting over to rub circles into her hip with his thumb. "May I take this off of you?" he asked, breath warm against her next. He pressed another kiss to the pink mark his teeth had left.
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Post by Lizzie on Apr 10, 2015 4:30:22 GMT
She looked up at him as he pulled away, her breathing ever so slightly heavier as he rubbed circles into her hip. "Sure..." She said, a little breathy. "It's not doin' me any good right now." Zanira licked her lips, wondering what she should do. She hated just laying there but where did she put her hands? What was she supposed to DO to make him make the same sounds she made? Maybe she shoulda done this a long time ago, just got it over with and learned so she wasn't in that bed with that stupidly attractive and frustrating lion not knowing what to do.
Zanira licked over her lips, taking her hands from him and met his eyes as she started to undo the laces at the fron of her gown. Sure he could easily pull it off but weren't men supposed to find that somewhat attractive at least? The smaller miqo'te leaned up and took his lips again, hard to distract herself just as much as him while her hands slipped her sleeves down just enough to expose her chest.
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Post by Shea on Apr 12, 2015 13:53:35 GMT
Khalil grinned against her lips, allowing her to slip her nightgown down her shoulders. He was just going to pull it off, but it she wanted to undress herself for him, well, he'd let her do it. This time. There would, hopefully, be more chances for him to do so. And even with how she tried to hid it, he could sense her being... not quite nervous, but definitely unsure. If doing something made her feel more comfortable, he was okay with it.
"You are lovely," he purred, eyes roaming over her slim neck and down to her small breasts. He reached out to cup them in his warn hands, thumbs rubbing over her nipples until they tightened. He kissed her hard, leaning her back down, lips trailing down her neck and his hands moved to push her thighs apart. He settled between them again, fingertips running over her thighs, as he ran his tongue over one of her nipples, sucking and kissing.
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Post by Lizzie on Apr 13, 2015 0:08:15 GMT
She made a disbelieving sound but it quickly turned into a deep moan in the back of her throat. Her nipples were sensitive, more so than she liked even on a daily basis, so the sensation of him rubbing his thumbs over them made her thighs quiver and her body arch up against him. Zanira had to bite her lip to stifle the sound she would have made as her thick nipples hardened against his warm thumbs. She kissed him fiercely as his lips met hers again. Any second thoughts or worries drained out of her with that last kiss and she explored his chest with eager hands, and over his stomach to the hem of his trousers. The smaller miqo'te teased a finger along the hem of the other's pants as she kissed him, pondering pushing them down or slipping a hand inside as he pulled away.
Zanira made a questioning sound that soon became caught in her throat as warm lips and hot tongue started teasing her nipples. Her free hand griped at Khalil's shoulder blade, trying to ground herself as her body trembled and she gasped for air each flick of his tongue stole from her. her thighs trembled, threatening to close as her core ached and throbbed with a need she recognized very well. "Oh gods..." she gasped and then bit down on her lip again. She hadn't wanted to be so easily overwhelmed, she hadn't wanted to be reduced to a puddle of weeping, submissive go but gods be damned it was hard not to be. Zanira new she had to do something, as much as she was eager for more and as wet as she was sure her panties ahd become...she knew her pride couldn't allow her to just lay there.
Taking a shake breath, she licked her lips and gripped his hair, tugging at the strands to pull him back. Khalil was larger than her, and even with his injury he still had plenty of muscle that made him heavy...and he was definitely stronger than her, she'd witnessed that first hand before....but she was a gladiator. Zanira had learned a lot about flipping an opponent and overcoming them if you wanted. With every bit of skill she had, and it took a lot more than she thought, she rolled them, landing Khalil on his back in the bed and her straddling his waist.
"Who said you should have all the fun?" Zani asked with a little grin, gown hanging low on her arms and her hair falling around her shoulders as she took his hands and pushed them over his head, fingers laced with his to kee pthem in place as she kissed him, then over his jaw and down his neck, nibbling at the tan skin as she went.
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