Annabelle & Amir

[12:37 PM]*Amir of Vjad strides purposefully down the winding trail as sunlight wanes. He pauses momentarily, good eye discerning the flicker of firelight up ahead.

[12:42 PM]*Annabelle Whitefoot sits on a log, poking at the fire with an especially long twig. The fire is small but going strong, and a small one-man tent is pitched behind her, a pack and some of its contents spread in front of it. A bowl of stodgy traveller's stew is sat by her feet, half-finished.

[12:45 PM]*Amir of Vjad whistles an idle tune as he approaches, rather than appear in sudden silence. He reaches the fire and nods at the red-haired woman. "Evening. Fire have room for two?"

[12:49 PM]*Annabelle Whitefoot looks up at the man, giving him a toothy grin. "Sure, as long as you aren't going to beg for money or try to rob me, pull up a log."

[12:53 PM]*Amir of Vjad smiles. "Mostly I figured on seeing if you needed more meat for that stew." The young man hefts a marmot he managed to bag earlier in the day.

[12:57 PM]*Annabelle Whitefoot's eyes light up. "Oh, definitely! Nothing but potato, parsnip and turnips in this, it's pretty bland. But you know how it is on the road..."

[13:04 PM]*Amir of Vjad nods and kneels down by the fire, drawing a long narrow-bladed knife from his hip. He deftly slices through the fur and skin along the creature's hind legs, and just underneath its tail. Then he sets the body down belly-up atop the far end of the log. Planting his boot against the tail, he grips the exposed hind legs and pulls the meat free of the hide in one swift motion.

[13:07 PM]*Amir of Vjad Turning, he sets about slicing off sections of meat & adding them to the bubbling pot.

[13:08 PM]*Annabelle Whitefoot watches him work with her chin on her hand, supported on her knee. "You're pretty practised at this, huh?" she says with a slight grin.

[13:12 PM]*Amir of Vjad grins back. "Last few years, I've probably eaten more at campfires than any table." He twists the knife around as he works, making sure not to waste any meat.

[13:14 PM]*Annabelle Whitefoot chuckles briefly, then asks "So what do you do with the hide afterwards then? I was thinking I could use a new pair of boots..."

[13:22 PM]*Amir of Vjad raises an eyebrow thoughtfully. He sets the mostly-stripped meat aside and picks up the discarded skin, running a gloved finger over it thoughtfully. "Not a bad interior lining- you could certainly do worse. Afraid I left a hole in this one, though." He slides a finger through an inch-long gash matted with dried blood, indicating the spot where his throwing knife struck the marmot's side.

[13:24 PM]*Amir of Vjad "Shouldn't be too hard to stitch up tight, though. You're welcome to it." He sets the skin down beside her and returns to carving up the meat.

[13:26 PM]*Amir of Vjad a moment later, he glances at her boots. "What sort of hide is that, then?"

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[13:29 PM]*Annabelle Whitefoot looks down at her boots then back up to the traveller. "Wolf. From up in the Nether Mountains. My mother made them for me..." She realises briefly that it's been a very long time since she was home. "So. What brings you out here?"

[13:35 PM]*Amir of Vjad nods. "Thought so. Seen alot of them on the bodies of Rashemi." In response to her question, he shrugs. "It's a long story, that can be told very shortly. My homeland is no longer a safe place to be, so I've found myself drifting to the west."

[13:38 PM]*Annabelle Whitefoot folds her arms over her knees. "Sounds bad. Did you leave anyone back home?"

[13:42 PM]*Amir of Vjad falls silent, unconsciously raising one hand to his glass eye. "...Hundreds. But they'd have just been pissed if I tried following them into the ground."

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[13:47 PM]*Annabelle Whitefoot's face turns grave. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

[13:48 PM]Annabelle Whitefoot: (I'll be away for about twenty minutes, sorry about that)

[13:50 PM]Amir of Vjad: (Hah, np. Maybe Amir should share some of that story, then. =P)

[13:51 PM]*Amir of Vjad chuckles, waving off her apology. "We were soldiers, it was a war. Sometimes you lose." He sighs, shaking his head.

[14:09 PM]*Amir of Vjad "I come from Vjad," he explains, pronouncing the 'j' like 'Bjorn.' "It is a smaller city-state, long allied with Thay. The Red Wizards do not care for independent factions in their territory, but we were very skilled mercenaries, useful enough to be worth keeping around. For a time." He shrugs. "That changed, not long after my first campaign. They marched on the city; we killed many of them, and then they killed many of us. It's a hard thing, fighting wizards without strong magic of your own."

[14:12 PM]*Amir of Vjad indicates the scar across his eyelid. "Some god deigned to spare me, so I got off light. Can't say which one- Tempus, perhaps. I can't imagine it was Bane."

[14:19 PM]*Annabelle Whitefoot looks up at the sky. "Mm, yeah I know how it is fighting with wizards..." she says, trying to change the subject. "I've had a fair few clashes with them. Mostly verbal. Mostly." She chews on her lip thoughtfull for a moment. "I just realised I didn't ask your name?" She says it like a question. "I'm Anaxamandri."

[14:25 PM]*Amir of Vjad "Well met- Anaxamandri?" he asks, offering a hesitant smile. "My name is Amir." He sets aside the carcass and wipes the blood off of his knife and gloves.

[14:29 PM]*Amir of Vjad That done, he stretches and groans pleasantly. "Stew's smelling good." The young man takes a seat on the log, a short distance away from her.

[14:34 PM]*Annabelle Whitefoot grins, looking over at him once he's sat down. "Amir of Vjad, huh? Nice name." She reaches forward to stir the stew with the wooden spoon that was left in it. "Never tried marmot before, this'll be interesting."

[14:36 PM]*Amir of Vjad chuckles as he undoes his headwrap, revealing golden-blonde hair to match the long braid down his back. "Me neither. Then again, same goes for parsnips."

 

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[14:59 PM]*Annabelle Whitefoot The two travellers get to know each other little by little as they watch the stew cook and eventually eat it. The marmot is a bit stringy and gamey, but a welcome addition to an otherwise bland meal. The conversation quietly ends and Annabelle sits looking up at the sky, watching the moon and the Tears of Sel?ne hanging in the sky. "So," she says, still looking up. "Do you have a girl waiting at home, pining for you, Amir?"

[15:02 PM]*Amir of Vjad scoffs. "Not that I'm aware of." His smile fades a little as he glances at her, a bit uncertain.

[15:03 PM]*Annabelle Whitefoot looks at him sideways, a smile only barely curling the corners of her lips. "Good."

[15:05 PM]*Amir of Vjad was turning to look back at the fire- but now he stops. His gaze slowly swivels back to her, now far more uncertain.

[15:08 PM]*Annabelle Whitefoot makes a show of stretching her arms upwards, yawning widely. "Well, it's late. We should both get some sleep." She stands up, looks at her tent, then pantomimes looking around the campsite. "Oh! It looks like there's only one tent!" She walks over to her tent, leaning her arm on the support while she eyes Amir. "Well, that's alright, we can share. It's only meant for one though, so it could get a little... cosy." Her smile breaks into a toothy grin, then she ducks into the tent, her arse the last thing disappearing between the opening.

[15:12 PM]*Amir of Vjad stares at the tent like a deer faced with oncoming headlights, perfectly still. What just happened, and is it what he thinks?

[15:13 PM]*Amir of Vjad Part of him calmly outlines the potential traps, a consequence of a childhood trained in espionage and assassination. But if she wanted to kill or capture him, she could have just poisoned the stew.

[15:16 PM]*Annabelle Whitefoot , inside the tent, is taking off her boots, smiling to herself. Once she's done, she throws them over at the area near the tent's flap, making it move. "Are you not tired yet?" she calls. "That's okay, I had an idea for something we could do to pass the time." She wondered for a minute if she wasn't being obvious enough.

[15:19 PM]*Amir of Vjad Outside, Amir is slowly removing his weapons and various other tools of the trade attached to his belt, loading them into his pack. Seems like those would be impolite to bring inside.

[15:22 PM]*Annabelle Whitefoot begins to pull off her robe, but thinks better of it before it's even moved a few inches. If Amir is as... innocent as he seems, she was going to relish the look on his face.

[15:24 PM]*Amir of Vjad Swallowing, he moves around the fireside, and gingerly pulls back the tent flap, leaning inside. "You're...sure this won't be too tight? I mean, I'm used to cramped quarters..."

[15:26 PM]*Amir of Vjad His voice trails off as he crawls in beside her.

[15:37 PM]*Annabelle Whitefoot smiles as he shimmies in next to her, though looking at the tent's ceiling. The inside is lit only by a trickle of firelight from the flap and a low, arcane glow emanating from a smooth white pebble dangling from the tent's crossbar by a piece of string. "Are you comfortable?"

[15:42 PM]*Amir of Vjad is thinking about how he can smell her scent like this, and suddenly self-conscious of his own. He washed in the stream this morning, right? "It's- fine, thank you."

[15:46 PM]*Annabelle Whitefoot turns over to look at him, propping her head up on her elbow and regarding him. "Warm, fed, and in a lady's tent. What more could a man ask for, eh?" She reaches her arm out and lays her hand on his chest, her fingers moving up to his collar to meet his bare skin.

[15:48 PM]*Amir of Vjad jerks at her touch, just a little. His chest rises and falls shakily as he turns to look at her expression.

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[15:52 PM]*Annabelle Whitefoot is smiling at him. It's almost a little predatory. Her hand moves up to his neck, stroking it with the back of her hand. "So," she says, quietly. "Do I have to hint any harder or have you got the message now?"

[15:54 PM]Annabelle Whitefoot is now Online.

[15:56 PM]*Amir of Vjad blushes far harder, breaking eye contact. "I... just... don't know know what I should do," he admits hesitantly. "That is, what... someone does first."

[15:57 PM]*Annabelle Whitefoot's hand falls back down to his chest, staying there for now. "Is it your...? Are you a...? Have you never done this before?"

[15:57 PM]*Amir of Vjad draws a deep breath. "No."

[16:01 PM]*Annabelle Whitefoot throws a leg over Amir, rising to straddle him and placing both of her hands flat on his chest. She has to stoop a little to avoid pressing her head into the tent's material. "That's okay, I don't mind..." She smooths her hands up and down him, imagining what his physique underneath is like. "If you don't want to... we don't have to. We can just go to sleep..."

[16:04 PM]*Amir of Vjad eyes have gone very wide, his mouth working soundlessly. "I don't, uh. Think I can fall asleep anytime soon," he mumbles. She can feel the erection growing inside his trousers.

[16:09 PM]*Amir of Vjad sits up on his elbows a little, hands fumbling under hers to undo the buttons on his jacket. A moment later, he slides his arms from the sleeves and lets her touch press him back down, now wearing only a simple sleeveless tunic.

[16:10 PM]*Amir of Vjad His arms bear several scars as well, but his build is more that of a gymnast than some hulking warrior.

[16:12 PM]*Annabelle Whitefoot looks down at him, a smile tugging at her lips. "Mmm, I don't think I could either." She pushes her self against his erection, feeling it push at her own sex, and inhaling a little at the sensation. She leans down, bringing her lips onto his to kiss him gently.

[16:15 PM]*Amir of Vjad inhales as her lips touch against his- she glimpses his eyes rolling back a little at the sensation

[16:17 PM]*Amir of Vjad raises his hands uncertainly, resting them against her sides, then her hips.

[16:18 PM]*Annabelle Whitefoot moves her arms to beside his head to support herself more comfortable, then begins to push the kiss deeper, opening her mouth and teasing him with her tongue, just a little to start with. She breaks away when she feels his hands rest on her hips, quirking her lip at him but not saying anything.

[16:27 PM]*Amir of Vjad makes a faint moan for a moment as her mouth presses down upon his, to his intense embarrassment. When she pulls apart, he withdraws his hands uncertainly; not getting any hints, he opts to run his hands along her chest as she's done to his. His right hand traces up her neck to cup the side of her face. All kinds of emotion seem to flicker across his face as he stares up at her.

[16:28 PM]*Amir of Vjad A moment later he withdraws his hand, self-conscious.

[16:33 PM]*Annabelle Whitefoot grins at his hesitance. And a little at his ineptitude. She takes the hand he had cupped her cheek with and kisses it, first on the knuckle and then on the back of than hand. With one more on the wrist, she guides it, and his other hand, to sit on her hips. She places her hands across herself a the base of her robe, removing it over her head in one motion. She throws it behind her, maintaining eye contact with Amir. She's now left wearing just a simple taupe bra and her tan trousers. She leans over, her lips just an inch from his and her red hair hanging around his face. "Don't worry, you can touch whatever you want..." She plants a few kisses on his neck, then whispers in his ear: "Tonight I'm all yours..."

[16:42 PM]*Amir of Vjad inhales sharply at the feel of her lips against his neck, arching his back and pushing his hips upwards. Blinking as his eyes refocus, he sets both hands against the bare skin of her waist. One slides down beneath the back of her trousers, roaming with growing assertiveness along her ass and thighs.

[16:44 PM]*Amir of Vjad The other shifts to the center of her back, holding her close as he shifts and hungrily kisses where her neck meets the base of her jaw.

[16:46 PM]*Annabelle Whitefoot closes her eyes and coos: "Mm, there we go..." She basks in it for a minute, her sex growing wet between his hand roaming her thighs and his cock pushing up through his trousers. She waits for his next move, eager to see what an innocent man chooses to take next.

[16:54 PM]*Amir of Vjad's expression has shifted, becoming focused, almost thoughtful. He props one arm underneath him and reaches up to hold her neck from behind, leaning up to kiss her directly while he presses the full length of his body against hers. This time his lips press against hers assertively, almost feeling like a challenge.

[16:58 PM]*Amir of Vjad He breaks apart a moment later, quickly pulling off his shirt before rising up to kiss her again.

[17:03 PM]*Annabelle Whitefoot responds in kind, sliding her tongue into his mouth to test him, and pushing herself onto his body. She eases off as he pulls his shirt off, but shies away from his lips, redirecting them to her neck. "You're getting eager now, maybe I should..." She backs away, kneeling down and undoing Amir's belt. She pulls his trousers down, off his hips and struggling a little to get them fully off his feet. She eyes the bulge at his crotch with a smile, but there's an animal glint in her eye. She throws his trousers behind her and begins to unlace her own, stepping out of them carefully and discarding them too. She crawls forward over Amir's body, planting herself firmly but carefully on top of his crotch. "Now..." she grabs his hand and presses it to her stomach, guiding his fingers underneath her panties. As his fingers brush her clit she lets her head fall back a bit. "This is the clitoris. This is where it feels good. Just touch it gently..."

[17:43 PM]*Amir of Vjad complies attentively, fingers gently rubbing and massaging her clit. "Like this?"

[17:43 PM]*Annabelle Whitefoot sighs, he head rolling back and closing her eyes. "Yeah, just like that..."

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[17:47 PM]*Amir of Vjad watches her face intently, careful not to miss which kinds of touch elicit a stronger response. His fingers work with growing intensity.

[17:54 PM]*Annabelle Whitefoot begins to hum as his fingers work over her clit. "That's good..." After about a minute longer, she dives back down to his kiss him again, sliding her tongue deep into his mouth and running her fingers through his blond hair.

[18:01 PM]*Amir of Vjad She feels his back slacken in response to the kiss, his tongue roaming adoringly against hers. But his hands remain strong, fingers working against in ever-shifting patterns.

[18:06 PM]*Amir of Vjad rocks his hips with an involuntary groan, rubbing his erection against her through thin layers of cloth.

[18:07 PM]*Annabelle Whitefoot lets out a quiet moan. "Uhh... okay, I think that's enough of that." She rolls off him, laying beside him and trying to coax him into being above her. "I think it's time for the main event now..."

[18:11 PM]*Amir of Vjad rolls atop her, not missing a beat. One hand reaches down and takes hold of her panties, pulling them downwards.

[18:12 PM]*Annabelle Whitefoot lets her hands smooth around his waist, settling them half-under the waistband of his underwear, caressing his arse. "Are you *sure* you've never done this before?"

[18:16 PM]*Amir of Vjad raises an eyebrow at her. "I think it's pretty obvious how these parts fit together."

[18:17 PM]*Annabelle Whitefoot laughs, bringer her hands up to his neck. "I didn't mean that. I mean I don't have to tell you what to do. Maybe you're just a natural." She stretches up to place a short kiss on his lips. "Put it in slowly," she whispers. "I want to feel it all."

[18:27 PM]*Amir of Vjad "I can figure things mmmmmm~" says Amir, not minding the interruption of her kiss. When she whispers to him, he nods, silently sliding down his own undergarments to expose the rigid length of his cock. Closing his eyes, he briefly slides two fingers into her again, gauging the shape of things.

[18:28 PM]*Annabelle Whitefoot closes her eyes and laughs from the pleasurable feeling, her fingernails gently scraping his back. "Don't be a tease..."

[18:30 PM]*Amir of Vjad Then he shifts atop her, placing both hands on the ground beside her shoulders. She feels the head of his cock pressing against her as he shifts his hips, his one good eye still fixed upon her face, his expression focused and calm.

[18:31 PM]*Amir of Vjad Inch by inch, slowly but firmly, he presses himself into her.

[18:33 PM]*Annabelle Whitefoot arches her back, slowly exhaling as his cock slides into her. Her hands grip at his back, sliding downwards to his waist.

[18:38 PM]*Amir of Vjad draws a slow, deep breath as he sheathes himself up to the hilt. Then his calm expression falters, eyes going wide & good one losing focus at the feel of her heat & pressure upon him. "Oh. OH."

[18:41 PM]*Annabelle Whitefoot smooths her hands back up to his cheeks again, taking in each inch of his physique. "Yeah. Feels good, doesn't it?" She begins to peck kisses on his neck, shoulders and chest. "Go slowly first. I don't want you to finish before I'm done enjoying you."

[18:47 PM]*Amir of Vjad shudders for a moment at those last words, nearly losing control. He shuts his eyes, lips working in soundless recitation as he counts down from 10- a simple mnemonic he's used dozen of times to block out the pain of his wounds a little longer. Thankfully, it dulls this pleasure as well, bring him back from the edge. For the moment. Eyes still closed, he gradually begins to buck his hips against hers.

[18:51 PM]*Annabelle Whitefoot "Mmmm," she coos, her hips moving with his. "Just slowly," she continues to whisper. "Nice and slow..." Her pussy is dripping wet, allowing his cock to slide in and out effortlessly.

[18:55 PM]*Amir of Vjad complies dutifully, drawing another deep breath and exhaling before he allows himself to open his eyes. He stares down at the sight of this beautiful red-haired woman, lying nude before him as he moves inside of her.

[18:58 PM]*Annabelle Whitefoot breathes in kind as he thrusts again, trying not to buck her hips but failing miserably. She places more kisses on his neck, breath escaping her at the sensation of his cock deep inside her. "That's it, just keep going..."

[19:04 PM]*Amir of Vjad bows his forehead down against the blankets, her breathing loud in his ears. He doesn't dare meet her eyes for more than an instant- the expression on her face, that look of exultant satisfaction, it threatens to drive him over the edge even more than the feeling of her hips against him.

[19:09 PM]*Annabelle Whitefoot can feel the tension in him, and desperately wants to run her hands all over him, to buck and thrust her hips and draw him deeper inside her, but knows she can't. Not yet. She settles for kissing him, gracing his mouth with her tongue and running her fingers through his hair as he recomposes himself.

[19:12 PM]*Amir of Vjad savors her taste, gradually allowing his hips to work a little faster.

[19:16 PM]*Amir of Vjad is finding it increasingly difficult to keep his voice contained, a small grunt or groan now escaping with practically every other thrust.

[19:19 PM]*Annabelle Whitefoot has started writhing underneath him, beginning to lose control and forget that she needs to be careful with him. "Yes, thats-- Mmm! Make sure-- Ahh! Don't push too-- Ooohh!" Her hands have begun to wander all over him, from neck to arse and thigh to shoulder. Her legs move of their own accord, wrapping around his waist as he fucks her, steadily growing in confidence.

[19:24 PM]*Amir of Vjad stares resolutely at the wall of the tent, breathing rapidly, lips working again in soundless mnemonic as he works to maintain concentration. His muscles are taut, one hand slipping under her ass to help pull her closer against him.

[19:26 PM]*Annabelle Whitefoot is putty in his hands, moving into his embrace and thrusting in time with him, her eyes closed and mouth open as she pants and moans. "Yeah, keep going... Right there!"

[19:32 PM]*Amir of Vjad moans as well as he feel her tighten around him. His self-control slips and he finds himself staring back into her eyes, flushed and breathless, his thrusts accelerating to a frenzied rate as he press himself deeper inside of her.

[19:37 PM]*Annabelle Whitefoot moans deeply, her back arching. Her hands shoot out to her sides as she grips the blankets, digging into them as she stares into his eyes. She tries to say something, but it ends up as nothing more than mumbling as her eyes roll back again and she gives in to the pleasure of his cock.

[19:42 PM]*Amir of Vjad buckles inward in a drawn-out involuntary spasm, wrapping his strong arms around her waist and slamming her down as he climaxes inside of her.

[19:44 PM]*Annabelle Whitefoot feels his cum shoot inside of her, and it was the last thing she needed, her pussy clenching rhythmically around him as she comes too. She nearly burrows holes in the blanket she grips them so tight, feeling the hot weight of Amir pressing down on her as she moans.

[19:47 PM]*Amir of Vjad "Ah-" he gives a strangled gasp next to her ear- "An-naxamandri." He slumps against her, whispering her name again, not knowing why.

[19:49 PM]*Annabelle Whitefoot , finally able to let go of the sheets, brings her hands up to cradle his head, smiling in satisfaction. "That's good, most people need me to repeat it before they get it right..." She begins to break out into a laugh, half elation and half relief. "Mmmm, that was good. You did well for your first time."

[19:53 PM]*Amir of Vjad He smiles back, brushing the hair away from his eyes. "I pay attention." He leans in close, kissing her on the neck and collarbone.

[19:55 PM]*Annabelle Whitefoot coos "Oh, stop it, or you'll make me want to go again!" She swats lazily at his head.

[20:00 PM]*Amir of Vjad tilts his head clear at the last moment. "Do you want to now?" The young man is clearly exhausted, but the question's quite serious; he seems well-accustomed to pushing himself. "I don't know if I'll be hard soon, but I can use my fingers..."

[20:03 PM]*Annabelle Whitefoot rolls her eyes. "No, I was only joking, don't worry about it. I just want to go to sleep now. And I expect you do, too, after the performance you put in..."

[20:07 PM]*Amir of Vjad frowns. "Hmm. Now that you," (YAWN) "mention it, I could use the rest..." He rolls off to lie beside her, one arm still draped around her, and by all appearances has fallen asleep in seconds.

[20:10 PM]*Annabelle Whitefoot grins at his tiredness, finding it adorable that he just conked out right away. She lifts his hand up off her enough to reach down and grab the fur blanket, pulling it over them both. She wriggles up to him, entangling her legs in his and closing her eyes.