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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 14, 2012 18:54:07 GMT -5
Ami nuzzled his neck as he carried her, softly laying down on the bed when they got there. "Oh, how silly; I don't like surprises!"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 14, 2012 18:55:53 GMT -5
"Yes you do. You don't like listening." He slips down on her to warm her up with his tongue. He can use it like piano players use their fingers.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 14, 2012 18:59:32 GMT -5
"Aaahhh... oooohhhh!" Ami moaned loudly, her head tossing left and right as Faeron administered to her. "You... are right... about that!"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 14, 2012 19:06:28 GMT -5
When she is past faking, and good and legitimately wet, Faeron climbs aboard her. He is a bit detached but precise and his sweat is real enough. "I'm...allwayyys...right."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 14, 2012 19:19:16 GMT -5
Ami, fake it? Pshaw!
She pushed herself against him, her hands moving up his body, nails scratching his skin. "Will they... even... understaaaaand meeee...eeee?!"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 14, 2012 19:22:13 GMT -5
"Stop trying to have a conversation!" He bites her neck and squeezes her in places that make her nerves shoot a painful yet pleasurable fire through her body.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 14, 2012 19:29:27 GMT -5
Ami moans and scratches his harder, before pulling him close and biting his lip harder, one hand trailing down his back.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 14, 2012 19:32:59 GMT -5
A good long while elapses before he finally finishes, and he rolls over and puts her head on his chest. "I needed that"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 14, 2012 19:34:36 GMT -5
"I don't do cuddling," Amelia replied, lifting her head and sitting up. "So, you were going to tell me how they would understand me?" She winked.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 14, 2012 19:39:25 GMT -5
"They won't," he scoffed. "Except for that look in your eyes when you want something...which is essentially constant."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 14, 2012 19:41:35 GMT -5
Ami gave a melodic laugh. "How marvelous; though I assume your sister speaks our language?" She rose and put the less revealing dress back on, squeezing into it. "Now don't be such a grump!"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 14, 2012 19:44:31 GMT -5
"Our language?" He grins. "Valyrian is mine. She speaks that and Ghiscari and some Sothoryon, but no Westerosi I know of. Though..it has been four years..."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 14, 2012 19:45:49 GMT -5
"A girl can hope," Ami replied, putting her shoes back one. "My smidgen of Valyrian may have to suffice."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 14, 2012 19:50:05 GMT -5
"You'll be fine. They're no strangers to foreigners, at least. But, Westerosi are often regarded with suspicion, on account of their Targaryen ties."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 14, 2012 19:52:03 GMT -5
"I'll be on my best behaviour then," Ami said with a wink, leaning down and giving Faeron a kiss on the forehead. "I will see you in New Ghis," She said, before striding out of the tower and leaving for the fabled Ghiscari city.
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