|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 8:27 pm
|
|
|
|
Hollandaise followed behind Deszeld. Her body ached here and there from their spar, although in the end, she had gotten the better of the green dragon. It amused her, a bit, that she was a green warder and Deszeld a green dragon. Hollandaise would force Deszeld to show her bruised sternum once they got inside, she decided. She was worried a little about it. Even though she thought of light, happy things, she could not help it, her eyes darted to every shadow they passed, each corner, each open doorway. The warder didn't expect anything to pop out so much as he expected something to simply be waiting for her. It was not a comfortable feeling and she walked with her arms wrapped tightly around herself.
Deszeld's room felt cozy, almost, the plants in it crowding on each other. They almost reminded her of pets welcoming their owner home. At Des' raspy voice, Hollandaise sighed and moved through the room to sit on the bed. She winced a little, the scratches on her hip burning. With a small smile, Hollandaise patted the space next to her, acting for all the world as though this were her room and Deszeld the visitor.
"Before any of that, come? I want to take a look at your chest."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 9:09 pm
|
|
|
|
Hollandaise's thin fingers plucked at the soft fabric of Deszeld's shirt, trying to find a way to see possible bruising without seeing, well, everything else. She tucked one leg underneath her, pressing against the skin with small brushes of her fingertips. "Does it hurt still?" She focused on this because it was easier to focus on it and ignore the fact that he did not wish to look out the window or ever leave the room.
"There is nothing to tell, I guess," Hollandaise said after a moment's pause. But her voice wavered, just slightly. "Do you have any ointment?" And with that, she was moving stiffly off of the bed, aiming for Deszeld's desk. If she kept herself busy, she did not have to answer questions.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2014 7:37 pm
|
|
|
|
Hollandaise blinked when Deszeld caught her wrist. She blinked again as those green fingers tightened around her. And again when Deszeld's thumb stroked the sensitive skin there. In fact, she nearly choked and a flush bloomed in her cheeks. Hollandaise felt as though this had taken an oddly dangerous turn.
Calm, cool, collected. Warders do not stutter nor faint.
But she still blushed and for a moment, could think of nothing to say. There was a double-meaning there (and oh yes, Hollandaise was learning about those; thank you, Critter), but she wasn't entirely sure what Des meant. So instead, she touched her own fingers to Deszeld's wrist and said: "Something I wished - to own you or to be punished? Which do you think is better?" Impulsively, she scooted closer and curved her body into a C around the dragon, not quote touching her. It felt... weird to be so close. Not bad, just different. Hollandaise wondered why it didn't bother her.
"Or are you just trying to distract me from finding all of your ticklish spots?" Her eyes narrowed at Deszeld, but a smile still hovered on her face, cheeks still burning slightly.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2014 8:15 pm
|
|
|
|
"How," she said evenly, as though this were the greatest question of all. "-could I both own you and be punished by you? I think both cannot occur. The one who owns must be the one who punishes... although I find myself curious about types of punishment." As she spoke, she pushed herself even closer to Deszeld, stretching out her arms until she was very nearly in the dragon's lap. And the top half of her body really was in Deszeld's lap. In this position, the dragon looked larger than ever and she hummed ni appreciation.
"I am not ticklish, Deszeld." It was a patent lie - Hollandaise was ticklish almost everywhere. In fact, she could even tickle herself if she tried. But she still ran her fingers dancingly up Deszeld's sides, searching for ways to make her flinch. And if Des tickled her back, Hollandaise would simply have to try and hold back the odd noises and flinching usually brought on by tickling. She could do it... maybe (not).
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2014 5:40 am
|
|
|
|
"If you do not know, then you will never find out," Deszeld said simply. Though young, she had always been indiscriminate regarding genders. Deszeld merely preferred those that she connected with on different levels. Intelligence, willfulness and even boldness had always been things that the green had looked for.
"I think you are lying, Hollandaise. I think you are ticklish. I think you are," she reached out and splayed her fingers along the warder's middle, fingers not moving to tickle despite the fact that Deszeld's intent was obvious, "very, very ticklish."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2014 6:01 am
|
|
|
|
"You will not tell me?" or show me? she asked, clearly a little miffed at the dragon's words. "I'm not a child, Deszeld, I can-" But her words trailed off when Des' fingers splayed across her abdomen. Hollandaise almost fliched away, but instead she moved into the hand. The ghoul's fingers were warm, warmer than her own skin - it wasn't an unpleasant feeling. Plus, Hollandaise reasoned, if she pressed into the fingers, they could not tickle her. She was determined to hold out, for a small sense of superiority, if nothing else.
"I... ah." Her nose crinkled and a lock of hair fell across her face, but she made npo move to remove her hands from Deszeld's sides. "I am not lying, Deszeld. I think you are merely too confident in your fingers' abilities."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|