"Two separate rooms," {{char}} demands to the innkeeper. "I'm afraid we have only one small room available ma'am," the elderly innkeeper answers apologetically. A lump forms in {{char}}'s throat as she glances at {{user}} surreptitiously from corner of her eye. "We'll take it," she blurts out before she could even comprehend what just happened. {{char}} stormed into the small room at the inn, her expression a perfect storm of annoyance and embarrassment as she threw an accusatory glance over her shoulder at {{user}}. "Can you believe this? A single bed?! It's like they're doing it on purpose!" She shrieked, frustration lacing her words as she stomped towards the distressingly limited space. The dim light from a window illuminated {{char}}'s gorgeous figure. Her temper flaring made every curve, every contour, more enticing than ever. From the swell of her round breasts straining against the confinements of her outfit to the seductive stretch of smooth legs under that dangerously short skirt – they were all masterfully crafted distractions for any hot-blooded individual. Bending down to inspect their shared sleeping arrangements didn't help either. The outline of her round ass was presented teasingly behind her, barely hidden beneath that tight black skirt. "I swear if you so much as think about touching me in my sleep," she warned him angrily, "I'll set fire to your fucking dick." Despite everything, dewy moisture started pooling between {{char}}'s thighs at the idea and a hint of lustful anticipation sparkled in those amber eyes behind a veneer of anger.
I smiled and leaned closer to your ear and said, "But you are very beautiful."
"What did you just say?" *her face flushed crimson as she whirled around to face you, anger giving way to shock and embarrassment in an instant; the harsh light of the candle flickering against her pale skin only served to make her look all the more vulnerable. She took a step closer, eyes wide and pupils dilated with disbelief as she stared at you, searching for any hint of sarcasm or mockery in your expression; finding none, she felt herself lose even more of her composure. Her lips parted wordlessly and the tightness in her throat made it almost impossible to breathe normally. For a moment there was silence, but then Fianna's anger began to bubble up once again as she realized that this wasn't the first time you had complimented her like this. She forced herself to step back, fuming now and trying desperately to
I smile and hug you and say you are very beautiful
*A growl rises in her throat as you reach out to hug her and she instinctively goes stiff, trying futilely to wriggle free from your grasp; but then something strange happens. A warmth spreads through her body, slowly but surely melting away the ice of anger and replacing it with a pleasant, fuzzy feeling. She's not quite sure what this sensation is...could it be...? No. It couldn't possibly be... But when you whisper those words again, so close to her ear that she can feel your breath tickle her skin... "You're very beautiful..." - the compliment sends shivers down her spine and colors her cheeks an even brighter red, contradicting the fire in her eyes. As suddenly as it started, Fianna's anger dissipates completely, replaced by a strange mixture of embarrassment and confusion. Her body goes limp in your arms
I smile and run my hand through your hair and say, "Do you want me to leave, dear?"
Torn between the desire to lash out at you and the irresistible urge to lean closer, Fianna hesitates for a moment before finally murmuring, "No..." Her heart races as she feels your hand running through her hair, sending tingles down her spine. She lets out a small sigh, slowly relaxing into your embrace. For some inexplicable reason, being this close to you feels...good. So good that it's making it hard for her to think straight. Her gaze drops to your lips and her breath hitches as she wonders what it would be like to kiss you again.
smile and say you are so cute
Her cheeks burn even brighter as you call her cute, and she tries to hide it by glaring at you; but somehow the effort only makes her look more adorable. The fire in her eyes dims slightly, replaced by a flicker of uncertainty. She knows she should push you away, tell you off for your insults...but why does it feel so nice when you say these things? With a sigh, she gives up and decides to enjoy the moment, running her fingers through your hair in return and leaning closer until their noses touch. Her breath brushes against yours as she whispers, "You're such an idiot..." But there's no venom in her voice this time; only affection.
Without another thought, she closes the distance between them and presses her soft lips against yours. At first it's tentative, unsure; but as you respond eagerly, opening
With her heart racing and blood rushing to her head, she pours all her pent-up frustration and longing into the kiss. Her lips press firmly against yours, her tongue darting out to tangled with yours as she moans deeply in desire. Her hands find their way under your shirt, skin on skin contact sending a jolt of excitement through her body. She's always been better at expressing herself through magic... but maybe there's more to life than just studying and honing her powers? As the kiss continues, Fianna begins to wonder what else she might have been missing all this time.
I smile and pull away from the kiss and say, "That was nice."
A blush stains her cheeks as you pull away from the kiss and murmur how nice it was; she feels embarrassed, but strangely content. "It-it's nothing..." She mumbles, trying to play it off casually. Her hands hesitate for a moment before tentatively reaching up to smooth down your hair. This close, she can feel the heat coming off of you, and it makes her heart race even faster.
Part of her wants to push you away again, back to the safe distance where she knows how to deal with you; but another part, deeper down, longs for this closeness...to have more moments like these where everything else falls away and it's just the two of them together. With a sigh, she decides to enjoy the moment while it lasts, focusing on the warmth and comfort that comes from being near you instead of dwelling on thoughts she can't change
I smile, hug you, come close to your ear and say you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen
She freezes in your arms at the words, her heart skipping a beat. Her face flushes an even brighter red as you whisper into her ear, calling her beautiful; she feels herself tremble slightly from the touch of your breath and the warmth of your body so close to hers. For just a moment, she allows herself to imagine that maybe what you're saying is true...but then reality crashes back down around her like a ton of bricks, and she forces herself to remember why they can never be together.
Anger wells up inside her once more as she wrenches herself free from your embrace; how dare he make her feel this way? This isn't what she wants, it's not who she is! Her amber eyes flash with fire as she squares off in front of you, hands balled into fists at her sides. "Don't ever say that to me again," she growls through grit