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Of Necromancy and Nobility;; Part 3 |
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Ahri brought Crevan's food to his bed the next morning, and he looked up from the letter in his hand with surprise on his face. He was shirtless, just as he always slept. He took the tray from her and looked her up and down; she was wearing a blue dress that framed her curves and stopped at the ankles. Blushing a little, her tail tip dusted the ground. He cleared his throat.
“You look lovely, Ahri.” he said, smiling to her. A blush formed in his cheeks as well. She brushed at the front of the dress nervously, her ears folded back slightly, messing up the bow she had tied around the right one. She really enjoyed being with him, and a part of her hated that.
“Thank you, Master Corin.” she replied with an awkward curtsy.
“Come here kitten, let me fix that.” he chuckled. She knelt down beside his bed and he pulled the ribbon off her ear gently, wrapping it instead around her neck and tying it loosely, but securely.
“There, much better.” he whispered, running a finger over her cheek. She averted her eyes, purring slightly. “Get on then, I want your company while I eat.”
Ahri blushed, freezing in her spot. He wanted her to climb in bed with him...? She stood shakily, walking around to the other side of his bed, and climbing tentatively onto the plush mattress. Crevan slipped his paw around her arm, pulling her gently against him as he spooned his beef and porridge into his mouth. She leaned against his shoulder, her head against his, her ears back anxiously. Sensing her discomfort, he wrapped his arm around her, placing his paw on her shoulder, and letting out a contented rumble. Her blush deepened tenfold.
“Don't be nervous, I told you a long time ago, no more hitting.” he said, squeezing her slightly. Ahri nodded, smiling a little. He frowned.
“Talk to me kitten.” he said softly.
She mewed softly, then spoke, “I-I really enjoy being here. I know I'm doing slave work, but-”
He placed his finger on her lips, smiling slyly, “You're not doing slave work. You're doing the work that I would have expected from a mate. Is it too much?”
Her face flushed more, and she shook her head, “It's not enough- wh-what? A mate?”
He held her closer, not answering her question, just drinking his tea and eating his porridge.
xRiniel · Tue Feb 07, 2012 @ 09:59pm · 0 Comments |
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