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Post by Sarielle Shahrizai on Apr 12, 2009 10:14:01 GMT -5
I took his arm with a smile, feeling his skin against mine as I looked up at him and started to walk out of the door of the shoppe. It was still a beautiful day, and rather warm. My carriage was off to the side, the driver siting us, started to follow far behind at a slow pace. I turned my attention back to Okal.
"Okal," I started as we walked, "may I ask you a question?"
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Post by Okal nó Valerian on Apr 15, 2009 22:42:00 GMT -5
I walked with Sarielle toward the Generous Patron, completely content to have her there. I decided I rather liked having some time to get to know a person before playing other games.
"Ask whatever you may like," I told her. Other than the occasional odd one out story my life was pretty average and I had no secrets.
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Post by Sarielle Shahrizai on Apr 16, 2009 8:29:59 GMT -5
"Well," I said as we walked, smiling, and looking upon him, "I just wondered what it was that drew you to Valerian, how you came to be an adept there, if you don't mind me asking." It had always intrigued me, how one might come to the realization that they belong in a House canon like Valerian.
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Post by Okal nó Valerian on Apr 17, 2009 18:50:28 GMT -5
"My story is pretty typical," I told her. "I had a friend as a boy who got a small knife as a present. He decided to try it out on me, for lack of anything else. He only made a small scratch, but I found out then I rather enjoyed having someone bring me such a thing. My mother was an adept, though of a different house, and I had heard plenty tales of her past, so it was an easy decision."
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Post by Sarielle Shahrizai on Apr 18, 2009 9:42:42 GMT -5
As he spoke, his words made me envision a red line of blood appearing on his dusky skin, trickling down, and wondered what he looked like rapt with pain and pleasure alike, and whether he enjoyed flechettes. I could feel my lips curl into a predatory smile as I looked up at him, the image still vivid in my mind. Though I was sure I looked like I wanted to ravage him, right then and there, I continued on with our conversation. "And your father was supportive of this?" I knew that sometimes fathers found it the hardest to understand when a son wants to go into the Night Court, especially a canon like Valerian.
We had come upon the door to the Generous Patron, and I looked up at him with a smile.
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Post by Okal nó Valerian on Apr 18, 2009 10:23:36 GMT -5
Her reaction to my story was easy to read and my blood pounded harder for it. At times I thanked Eula that I was an adept. Otherwise my lack of control would make me out for a fool.
"Well," I said, as we walked in, "my step-father didn't really care what happened to me. He tolerated me because of my mother, but I think he was always displeased with my presence."
I looked around, it was busy but not so much that there were not plenty of seating choices. "is there anywhere in particular that you would like to sit?"
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Post by Sarielle Shahrizai on Apr 19, 2009 9:01:04 GMT -5
I nodded in understanding. “Yes, it seems fathers tend to be more... harsh... than mothers, on a whole,“ I said with a soft sigh. My eyes rose from the floor to span across the dining room of the restaurant.
“How about over there,“ I suggested, pointing across the room, “the table in the corner to the left?“
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Post by Okal nó Valerian on Apr 19, 2009 11:14:36 GMT -5
I nodded in agreement to the table and followed Sarielle over to it. I held her chair out for her with a smile, I was more than happy to make her comfortable.
I took my seat and then asked, "do you have a good relationship with your parents?"
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Post by Sarielle Shahrizai on Apr 20, 2009 8:32:24 GMT -5
He pulled out my seat for me and I took it, sitting fluidly, the pakage in one hand I put down underneath my chair. As I straightened, I frowned gently.
"No, both of my parents are dead. My mother was a joy though, and is sorely missed," I said shortly. I smiled at him. My mother's death was definitely a sad one, my father's was not so much.
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Post by Okal nó Valerian on Apr 20, 2009 23:30:33 GMT -5
I frowned slightly, I did not want to cause any unpleasent conversation. Without really thinking about it I reached over and put one of my hands on hers. "I am sorry to hear about your parents. I too have a good relationship with my mother, I do not think I would do well to see her have to go."
My mind then registered the warmth of her skin under my hand. I looked at it for a brief moment and then pulled it away, smiling slightly. It was not like me to reach out without permission, Sarielle was having an effect on me, though not one that I would complain about. I then hoped that everything would go well this evening beyond just a enjoyable assignation. I had a feeling I would enjoy seeing Sarielle for more than just one night.
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Post by Sarielle Shahrizai on Apr 25, 2009 8:36:42 GMT -5
He reached out his hand to cover mine and at first impulse I wanted to pull away. Kindness was not something I knew well, nor dealt well with. I looked to his face, searching, and found onlykindness and understanding, not pity, an accepted his warmth. I smiled back at him softly.
"Life must run it's natural course," I said softly, "and sometimes that course ends far too soon. But, we are not Gods after all, who is to say." I said smiling as I looked to him. He had retracted his hand and his gaze held warmth. "But enough of all this terribly sad talk," I said with a light laugh as the waitress brought us menus to peruse and left just as quickly as she came. I picked mine up, opening it, peering over the top at Okal, my eyes smiling.
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Post by Okal nó Valerian on Apr 26, 2009 23:28:06 GMT -5
I nodded in agreement, it was not a night for dwelling on anything that would bring down the mood.
I picked up my menu as Sarielle picked up hers. Now for the fun of ordering the right meal. I would order one I liked, but order too low and you could cause offense, order too high and you look greedy.
I looked up to see Sarielle peering over her menu and I could not help but to smile at her. She was quite fetching, and of course those eyes of her were increadable all in themselves. I then asked, my worries about the order ebbing some as she distracted me, "do you have a favorite meal?"
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Post by Sarielle Shahrizai on Apr 27, 2009 11:29:51 GMT -5
He smiled at me as I watched him, and I smiled back, a sweet smile, not terribly predatory, or at least I hoped.
"Well," I said softly, raising an eyebrow, "for the energy I will require for the rest of the day, I need something with meat, and plenty of it," I said with a laugh. "I am certainly not one of those dainty little things who eats a chalet of greens and claims she is full. Whatever it is, it needs to be hearty and flavourful, and accompanied with a glass of red," I said smiling. I looked to my menu pondering before looking back up at him. "Suggestions?"
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Post by Okal nó Valerian on May 2, 2009 21:38:22 GMT -5
I looked at the choices, something with meat and tasty. I saw one selection that I had tried before.
"The chicken in white burgundy sauce is pretty good. It fills you up but not too the point that you want to sleep."
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Post by Sarielle Shahrizai on May 4, 2009 9:27:35 GMT -5
I smiled at him, lowering my menu so he could see the mischief behind it. In my most even, innocent voice, or at least something that could pass for that, I asked, "and you would be very upset, Okal, I take it, if I were to fall asleep too early?"
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Post by Okal nó Valerian on May 4, 2009 20:10:01 GMT -5
I smiled and held back a laugh at her jest, playing along I said, "well, if you did then I would have to tie myself down and then figure out how to whip myself with no free limbs."
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Post by Sarielle Shahrizai on May 4, 2009 20:57:48 GMT -5
I laughed, raising my brows at his cute wit. "Heaven forbid you should be forced to punish yourself," I said with a sigh. "Besides, where's the enjoyment in administering such a delicious thing all by yourself?" I asked, lowering my menu and reaching a hand out to caress his cheek. "Maybe I will have to take you....r.... suggestion, Okal," I said slowly, lingering in the right places. "What will you have?" I asked, not breaking eye contact, holding his gaze as my index finger lightly traced along his jawline.
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Post by Okal nó Valerian on May 4, 2009 23:51:09 GMT -5
It was easy to loose myself in Sarielle's gaze, my heart pounded and my skin burned with pleasure as her finger traced my cheek. I would give her all of me that she wanted, I would hold nothing back.
I did not want to break my gaze from Sarielle's eyes to look at the menu so I said, "I think I will have the same." Suggesting a dish that I liked turned out to be good thing.
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Post by Sarielle Shahrizai on May 5, 2009 6:00:41 GMT -5
I smiled as I moved a finger, the tip of my nail trailing gently against the tender flesh under his chin until I reached the tip of it. I withdrew my hand, but kept his gaze, my eyes no dubt sparkling and dancing, showing the mirth and pleasure even as my lips curled upwards at the corners, no trace of the innocent smile remaining. "That sounds like a good choice," I murmured, my voice low and sugar-sweet.
I broke his gaze just as the waitress returned, standing a litle tentatively. I could tell she was worried as to whether she had come at the wrong time and just broken a moment. She placed our drinks down on the table with a gentle hand and looked from Okal to myself.
"And what shall you both be having?" she queried. I looked to Okal to place the order.
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Post by Okal nó Valerian on May 5, 2009 12:01:04 GMT -5
Sarielle's nail sent a shiver of pleasure down my back and I yearned to feel more, feel it deeper in my skin. I couldn't help but to lean slightly into it, though not too much. Her eyes and her smiled both entrapt me and I didn't notice the waitress until Sarielle looked at her.
I gathered my wits back, clearing my throat just a little and gave her my order. I managed to keep the annoyance out of my voice. We were here to eat after all.
Once the waitress left I took a drink and turned my attentions back to Sarielle.
"Hopefully you find this meal as tasty as I do," I said honestly, but then added, averting my eyes down, though it was in jest to my next phrase, "otherwise you may have to punish me." After a brief moment I looked back at her, my eyes shinning, showing I really did want her to enjoy the meal.
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Post by Sarielle Shahrizai on May 5, 2009 12:08:53 GMT -5
I smiled at his reaction and could tell he was just mildly put off at the interruption. The fact that I noticed that meant he was probably more purturbed than he would express outwardly. Taking my own glass daintilly into my hand, holding it delicately with my fingertips, I tilted it, taking a small sip and letting the cool liquid travel down my throat and then blossom in my belly, sending warmth throughout my body. I purred softly, setting the glass down as I watched and listened to him.
"Oh I am sure I will," I said with a soft, bell-like laugh, "although if I get to punish you from my displeasure, well," I said leaning forward just slightly, "I may have to lie."
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Post by Okal nó Valerian on May 5, 2009 19:06:21 GMT -5
I raised my eyebrows slightly as she mentioned lieing to punish me. There were some patrons who enjoyed being angry at their adepts, though I could not say for sure I didn't really see Sarielle as one of them.
"I would enjoy being punished, even if you did not have a reason," then adding with a wry smile, as an adept who has been there plenty of times before, "though if you would like one, I would have no problems in finding a reason to give you."
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Post by Sarielle Shahrizai on May 6, 2009 2:46:46 GMT -5
I raised both of my eyebrows at his comment. It nearly left me speechless, only nearly, but it did leave me with pleasant images of Okal, writhing as I teased him, tempted him, punished him, and a shiver went through my body. If I could have I would have taken him, right then and there. I wanted to kiss him, feel his lips, taste them, bite them, but all in good time. There was still a pesky little contract to sign. I calmed the raging tide of desire rising inside me and continued with the little game.
"And what, pray tell, could you do to illicit such behaviour on my part. After all, I am such a terribly sweet and kind lady, who would never ever think of even harming a fly," I queried with a coy little smile.
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Post by Okal nó Valerian on May 9, 2009 23:13:21 GMT -5
I could not help but to smile at Sarielle's discription of herself. I was wondering if she was one who was quite kind during eveyrday things but otherwise in the bedroom.
I thought for a moment, of something I could to do to specifically anger Sarielle. "Well," I said, taking a more serious tone since I would act as such if she wanted me too, "I would simply refuse to obey you, I would kneel abeyante and not move until you truely forced me."
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Post by Sarielle Shahrizai on May 11, 2009 14:09:29 GMT -5
I laughed, raising my hand and wagging my index finger back and forth. "Tsk tsk, and you think I would rise to ire from that? You do not think I will have seduced you enough that the very thought to you that I might leave you, kneeling as you were, in my dungeon, close the door, and not return until you gave in, would drive you to beg me? Silent treatments work both ways, and I can see yo uwant me, Okal," I said softly, my hand moving to caress his cheek then down the side of his neck, coming to his shoulders I gripped him, digging my nails in harshly, "don't you?" I asked, my voice sugar sweet. To the onlooker it looked like a soft caress, but I knew he could feel it. I was certain it was not the worst pain he had felt, certainly not, but it was a promise of sorts, a challenge too.
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Post by Okal nó Valerian on May 11, 2009 23:35:34 GMT -5
I would have been quite unhappy if she had simply left me. It would be easier to respond to an action instead of simply think of something. I usually just disobeyed whatever commands were given and it was enough.
My skin tingled when her finger trailed down my face, but then she dug her nails into my shoulder and a familiar and much loved feeling flooded through my shoulders. It was not a large amount of pain, but I still enjoyed it very much. I held onto my self control, though I didn't really want too.
I was not one to lie very often and so I swallowed and nodded, "yes," I said, "very much so." I usually only disobeyed those who deserved it, silly patrons who could not perform well. Granted it was my job to pleasure them, not the other way around, but I could not help myself at times, I love pain.
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Post by Sarielle Shahrizai on May 13, 2009 13:11:55 GMT -5
I could see the grasp register minutely in his features, and the pleasure that settled in, his voice was soft, as though he was ready to obey - or apparently disobey - any command I gave. I let my hand fall from his shoulder, caressing thefabric down his arm with my fingertips before bringing my hand to rest on the table , across from his and within a fingers extension away.
His admittance only made me want to continue. I wanted to caress his cheek, kiss and bite his lips, tell him he was such a good boy. The thought made a familiar feeling wash over me, and a cat-like smile come to my lips.
"Good," I said simply. I closed my eyes, revelling in the image my mind had conjurd of me standing over his bound adn writhing body with a leather whip, his back and sides red with criss-crossed lashes. I fought back a moan and opened my eyes, settling them on his face. "Good," I said again. I picked up my glass and took a sip of the wine as I regarded him.
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Post by Okal nó Valerian on May 14, 2009 22:09:00 GMT -5
While I looked at Sarille part of me was paying close attention to the hand that moved down my arm. I wished that I could feel more of her against me, but I knew that the time would come. I could be patient.
She closed her eyes and I wished that I could see her thoughts. She showed her like of my answer, for a second time, and I was glad for it. I wanted her to want me. I almost felt like I needed it.
"I will do my best to make sure that your passions are felt," I told her, keeping my voice even enough so that I would not seem too needy. Though sometimes it was a little impossible to hide things from Shahrizai. I then took a drink of my own wine, it was quite good but my mind was much more focused on Sarielle. I wished that it was her that I could taste instead.
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Post by Sarielle Shahrizai on May 19, 2009 11:02:35 GMT -5
I smiled wickedly up at him, a droplet of wine still present on my lips as my tongue darted out quick and pointed, to lap it up. "I am sure yuo will," I said with a purr. I could feel my eyes wanting to become heavy-lidded as the desire rose within me, but forced them to stay open. Though I could tell, every line of his body told of his want, and it only made it that much more difficult for me to hide my own feelings. "Mayhap we should tun our discussion to ... somewhat else as we wait for our meals?" I suggested, giving him the chance for a respite, and myself as well. We still had to make it through the meal and a contract signing before I could rip his clothes from him and have him play to my every whim.
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Post by Okal nó Valerian on May 20, 2009 1:19:19 GMT -5
I could sense Sarielle's want for me grow and I was more than glad for it. Though I nodded in agreement when she suggested changing the subject. I took a moment to collect myself and think of something else worth talking about.
After the short pause I asked, "were you shopping for anything in particular before our little game?"
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