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Post by Maric du Verais on Apr 26, 2009 19:17:17 GMT -5
I chuckled softly. "Are you being modest Naia?" I asked with a playful grin.
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Post by Naia Shahrizai on Apr 26, 2009 20:33:50 GMT -5
"If I am, it's certainly not on purpose!" I said, laughing. "Modesty has never been my strong suit." I was thinking back to our earlier conversation about my conceit, and it made me laugh a little harder. "In case you haven't noticed." I added, tossing my hair over my shoulder in an exaggerated motion.
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Post by Maric du Verais on Apr 26, 2009 21:30:28 GMT -5
I laughed softly as I looked at her, a happy smile on my face. I enjoyed it when she tossed her hair, the scent of her would drift my way and I would catch hints of her exotic smell. Truth be told, she sort of smelt like home and I longed to run my hand through her strangely enticing blue black locks. To hold them close to my face and memorize the fragrance of the silken strands. I just wanted to touch them. "What do you consider your strong suits then?" I asked curiously, my brows knitting playfully.
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Post by Naia Shahrizai on Apr 26, 2009 23:44:18 GMT -5
"Good question." I said, chuckling. "Hard drinking, dicing, and making my sister's life miserable?" That was closer to the mark than I might normally have said, but I felt oddly free; even though the truth might not be good, at least it was easier to speak than lies. I had no strong suit that I could be proud of, so anything I said otherwise would by definition have to be a lie.
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Post by Maric du Verais on Apr 26, 2009 23:47:41 GMT -5
Her words made me sit up and I turned to her cross legged and looked at her. "Are you being facetious?" I asked a little surprised at her answer, I didn't really know what to think until I was sure that she was being serious.
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Post by Naia Shahrizai on Apr 27, 2009 0:00:09 GMT -5
I ducked my head, letting my hair fall forward. I should have known better than to speak the truth. Well, no matter, I was who I was, and I had no cause to hide it from someone I'd only just met. I lifted my head back up and tossed my hair. "Not at all." I said, as if we were discussing nothing more interesting than the weather. "If you're asking what I'm good at, those are the top three." If I were being completely honest, I was rather proud of my lovemaking skills, but I sensed this wasn't the time to brag about that.
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Post by Maric du Verais on Apr 27, 2009 12:07:40 GMT -5
I knitted my brows at her. "Some how that both surprises me and doesn't." I said with a smile as I looked at her, then shook my head a little. I'd never met a girl like Naia, which seemed to be a theme since I arrived here in the City. I searched for something to say but couldn't find anything, only able to stare at her as though she was some great mystery.
"I must say, there are few times in my life that I'm at a loss of words, and yet twice today you've done it to me." I chuckled a shook my head a little. "You're a very interesting girl Naia."
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Post by Naia Shahrizai on Apr 27, 2009 12:19:41 GMT -5
I was relieved that his reaction hadn't been one of contempt or ridicule, then confused by the fact that I cared. Was there something about the City that was making me soft?
"Not that interesting." I said, laughing. "I just endeavor not to be dull." I could have said more, about how aside from alleviating boredom, alcohol and sex were my defense against the past, but even I was barely coming to understand that about myself; how could I explain it to someone else?
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Post by Maric du Verais on Apr 27, 2009 12:22:19 GMT -5
I laughed softly. "Well you accomplish that very well." I said with a grin. "Why drinking and dicing though, it doesn't really seem like something a young lady of your breeding would be drawn to?" I asked curiously. I wanted to know more about this strange Shahrizai.
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Post by Naia Shahrizai on Apr 27, 2009 12:29:21 GMT -5
I considered for a moment before answering. How to explain something without giving too much away? "Just something I fell into, I suppose." I shrugged. "One of my close friends in Kusheth, his father owned a tavern, so we tarried there often. I guess it was sort of natural that our pastimes would be things one does in a tavern."
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Post by Maric du Verais on Apr 27, 2009 12:39:49 GMT -5
I nodded. "You never spent time on your estate?" I asked curiously. Her life seemed so different from mine.
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Post by Naia Shahrizai on Apr 27, 2009 16:41:19 GMT -5
Any trace of a smile withered on my lips and I felt the familiar knot form in my belly. "Only to go riding, my one true love." I said, forcing a laugh past the sick feeling. In truth, I'd stayed away from home as much as possible, to avoid my father and his drunken rages.
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Post by Maric du Verais on Apr 27, 2009 20:10:43 GMT -5
It wasn't till then that it dawned on me that perhaps Naia did not have a happy home life. The way she acted, the rough around the edges way she was, the questions only half answered, and an echo of darkness in the blue pools of her eyes. "I like to ride too." I said softly, smiling a little bright to hopefully make up for her dim one. "We should go some time, we'll race and see who's the fastest." I chuckled, my hand reaching up to brush a stray hair from her forehead and tucked it behind her ear.
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Post by Naia Shahrizai on Apr 27, 2009 21:13:38 GMT -5
I was relieved when Maric changed the subject, and I brightened at the mention of my favorite subject.
"We should!" I exclaimed, my smile coming more easily now, and genuine. "I have to warn you, I brought my best horse from home, and he's absolutely amazing." I loved Chretienne more than any human I'd ever met, that was for certain. Horses, unlike people, never judged, and could care less if one had been born a daughter.
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Post by Maric du Verais on Apr 27, 2009 21:30:08 GMT -5
"Oh really?" I asked with a bit of a smug look on my face. "I bet I can give you a run for your money, I brought my best horse from home as well. My father bought him for me from the Tsingani." I boasted with a grin.
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Post by Naia Shahrizai on Apr 29, 2009 14:46:27 GMT -5
I laughed lightly. "That sounds fun, actually. Chretienne is also Tsingano bred, so they will be well matched." That horse was my pride and joy, and the only good thing my father had ever given me, even if he hadn't known he was doing it. I smiled at the memory. "My father bought mine too, though he didn't know it." I added, smiling mysteriously.
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Post by Maric du Verais on Apr 29, 2009 14:58:06 GMT -5
I chuckled as she spoke. "Oh, are you a thief too my lady?" I asked curiously with a bit of a lop sided grin.
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Post by Naia Shahrizai on Apr 29, 2009 15:07:44 GMT -5
I laughed aloud, that was at least one thing that wasn't in my past. "Not quite. I had the stablemaster convince my father that a Tsingano horse would make him a lot of money, and so he bought one, who I then tamed and made my own. Chretienne won't let anyone else ride him but me." My father had hardly even noticed, and then up and died soon afterward.
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Post by Maric du Verais on Apr 29, 2009 15:19:21 GMT -5
"Oh." I said chuckling. "Though I was sort of hoping you were a thief." My smile turned to a charming grin.
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Post by Naia Shahrizai on Apr 29, 2009 15:22:16 GMT -5
I chuckled, shaking my head. "Well, I'm young, who knows? Perhaps I shall find something worth stealing one day."
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Post by Maric du Verais on Apr 29, 2009 16:22:29 GMT -5
"Like a young mans heart?" I teased, mocking a blow to my chest as I collapsed backward and laid dead on the ground, my arms spread open and my tongue sticking out of my mouth a little.
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Post by Naia Shahrizai on Apr 29, 2009 16:23:45 GMT -5
I giggled, watching him 'play dead.' "Yes, exactly like that!" I sat up on my knees and leaned over him, my dark curls falling forward. "And now that it's mine, whatever shall I do with it?"
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Post by Maric du Verais on Apr 29, 2009 16:30:54 GMT -5
I turned my face to hers and smiled, one that was welcoming and sly all at the same time as she leaned over me. I couldn't help but feel arroused and I fought my hand to not run up her thigh or touch her in some ungentlemanly way.
"What ever you wish my lady." I said softly, my tone was both teasing and inviting. "Surely a man with his heart in your hands would be powerless to stop you from what ever you desire."
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Post by Naia Shahrizai on Apr 29, 2009 22:37:27 GMT -5
I liked that, it fit very well with my image of myself, however deluded that might be. I leaned back and grinned. "Whatever I wish? I like the sound of that." I had to think then, what would I do with a man's heart in my hands? I liked to think I'd squish it like a bug, but then I was sometimes too softhearted for a Shahrizai. I wondered what Maric would do, being from Kusheth, but not one of my brethren.
"What would you do, if you held someone's heart in your hands?"
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Post by Maric du Verais on Apr 29, 2009 22:48:03 GMT -5
I was disapointed, I had truly hoped she would kiss me. I was dieing to kiss her, her lips crushed perfectly to mine. When she leaned back I sat up, though now sitting closer to her then I had been. I leaned toward her, reclining a little against my hand as my other hand reached up and caressed a lock of her hair.
"I would treat her as though she held mine," I whispered softly, my face so close to hers that my breath shook the blue black tendrils of her hair. I took a moment to inhale as I lips drifted against hers. "Because surely she would, if she had decided to trust me with hers." I closed the distance and kissed her slowly, but deeply, my free hand cupping her face as I let my tongue stretch out gently to ask for permission to slip past her lips.
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Post by Naia Shahrizai on Apr 29, 2009 22:53:57 GMT -5
I had to smile at his words, he was too sweet for me by far. Which was why I was quite surprised by the kiss. Even his kiss was sweet, gentle, very unfamiliar to what I was accustomed to. But it was a novelty I enjoyed, and so I kissed him back, gently at first, but when I felt his tongue against my lips, I smiled inwardly and leaned into him, opening my mouth and sliding my tongue past his lips insistently, with all the fire I was capable of. What would he make of that? That thought was quickly followed by the depressing thought that he had been with a Mandrake, and to that I could hardly compare.
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Post by Maric du Verais on Apr 29, 2009 23:02:05 GMT -5
As she kissed me back, gods, my skin shivered with pleasure. My morals, my beliefs, they would crumble and I would give into my fierce desires. There was something about Naia, about the fact she was a Shahrizai and that thrilled me. I liked Avianna but I was no match for her and I didn't know how my father would feel about me seeing her. Part of why I was here -according to what I told my father- was looking for potential courtships. I kissed her back a little more intently and inched toward her so that I could wrapped the arm that had been holding me up around her slender waist. What harm could a little kissing do?
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Post by Naia Shahrizai on Apr 29, 2009 23:08:52 GMT -5
I felt a little guilty as Maric edged closer - did he know he was playing with fire? But not guilty enough to stop, I enjoyed this part of the game. I liked knowing that I was desirable, it was the best weapon in my arsenal, and I often used it to my advantage. Right now, though, I was content to simply continue the kiss, to leave it at something so innocent, though I did find the fact that he was a virgin almost an irresistable challenge. How strong was his will to save himself? To that end, I let one hand travel gently up his thigh, to gauge his reaction.
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Post by Maric du Verais on Apr 29, 2009 23:19:09 GMT -5
Her lips against mine made my body began to warm, my face and chest hot as I fetlt her hand move up my thigh. Gods, she was beautiful, even though I wasn't looking at her, I knew she was beautiful and I couldn't help but moan ever so slighly as her hand crept higher. I continued to kiss her deepening the kiss a little more as the hand that was cupping her face began to drift down her slender neck and over her collar bone, only to come to rest over her heart. My hand stayed, wanting to feel her heart, wanting to know it's steady beat.
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Post by Naia Shahrizai on Apr 29, 2009 23:36:36 GMT -5
So, he was willing to go this far, at least. I pressed my lips against his with more force - he'd been to Mandrake, I wasn't afraid of scaring him off. The hand at his thigh came to rest just shy of grazing his phallus, and I dug my nails in against the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh. Pushing my luck just a bit, I bit at his lower lip, dragging it through my teeth, lightly at first, then with a bit more force.
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