Rising carefully, the old man watched Kel's still slumbering face as his mental alarm let him know it was time to rise. Gently lifting her thigh he slowly began to ease his manhood free of her, the movements easy so as not to disturb her too greatly. Certainly she'd wake feeling him no longer inside of her. And truth be told he was beginning to enjoy the feel of her around him as they slept in this lingering moments. Shivering as her warmth leaves him, Druid starts to roll away, careful not to shift too much.
Crimson eyes drifted slowly open as she felt him leave her. A long, luxurious stretch, before she tucked one arm beneath her head to watch him move. She had spent many nights, unable to sleep, her nightmares dragging her into wakefulness, and making her want to prowl. Now, she slept easy, woke easier. Her free hand reached out, brushing fingers along his hip, but not a word left her lips.
Feeling those soft fingers along his ruined flesh cause him to still and regard her in the dark light. Pale luminescence casting rays of shadows across his scarred face only letting the angelic side be seen."Sorry I woke you..." the words soft as he watched her stretch and find a new positioning. The sight enough to fill him with a mind to take her again, but really five was enough for one night between the two of them.
"There's... quite a bit to be done today..." A small smile tilted her lips upward briefly. Her fingers followed the lines of his scarred flesh, tracing almost lovingly. Her eyes, her movements, would give nothing away to those who did not know her. But she was nervous. Her forked tongue flickered out over her lips, tasting the air between them.
"And I've told you before, you don't have to. There will be plenty of fair there, now if you want to bring something, all right." He knew she wanted to make a good impression upon these younglings and it helped him know the strength she hid so well. Leaning forward he kissed those nervous lips and brought a hand up between her thighs, the soft touch meant to sooth more than anything lecherous.
"But we can see about transport..think some of them would like a bigger meal. Plenty of mouths." He brought that hand up the center line of her body to touch her cheek gently, lips pulling away.
His touch caused a shiver to pass through her. She stopped him with a soft touch of her fingers against the flesh of his unruined cheek, kissing his lips more fully. "I've got transport handled. Most everything is finished...." She had spent most of the previous day in the ample kitchen he had made. Despite the magic of his small hut, the smells still drifted throughout the rooms. "We just need to pick up Marcus, on our way... he's expecting us."
"All right. I've not been on many...modern...transportation methods.Mostly walk about the town really. Keeps me in the shape I am." Freeing himself from her kiss the old man sat on the side of the bed, reaching down to pick up his robes. This place could get downright drafty! Standing, he brought the old garment around his shoulders, but did not tie it. "I'll see about letting them know when to expect us. I think they'll be eating around 2:00."
She was already up, stretching her limbs. She had filled out a bit since coming to live with him, losing some of those edges of hardness she'd gained from the jobs she had been taking. "I didn't go for modern, Dru. I rented us two horses, and an open carriage for today. Thought it would be fun." She flashed him a delighted grin. "That's enough time for a shower, and to get the last pies in the oven..."
THe back of his head rose up and down listening to her, though at the shower part he looked over his shoulder. "Separate showers right? Together we might lose track of time...." His tongue slithered out in a lewed display of dexterity before picking up his mask from the night stand and slipping it on.
She tapped a finger against her lips, as if to ponder his question, in all seriousness. "I thi nk that would be wise... After all..." She turned and headed in that direction.. "Wouldn't want you too tired out before we went." She threw him a wink, before slipping into the bathroom. She left the door on as she turned on the shower, though.
Laughing softly he watched her go, eyes trailing Kelathe's way inside. At the door he surveyed her path to the shower, watching the swell of her backside. Noting the changes in her, he couldn't help but notice the ones coming about in himself. However those were items he dare not dwell on, as much as he didn't like it down here, there were things worth sticking around for. And she made some good coffee.
She always sang while she was in the shower. So, it was that the same voice, in the same language she'd used, came from that room. She gave no thought, really, to her current situation. Some people would have thought she was quite mad, taking up with a man who was so much older than her. Then again, those same people only looked at appearances.
She stepped from the shower, wrapping a towel around her frame. Closing her eyes, she summoned an inner heat to finish drying that mane of hair, before wrapping herself in the illusion of clothing.
Behaving himself, Druid watched her shower in the rainstyle alcove. Eyes tracing each contour of her body as though touching them while she bathed. When all was said and done, he hadn't moved from his lean in the doorway. "Good thing we don't have to worry about running out of hot water.." Remembering their first time together. Talk about a rodeo. Moving inside now that she'd gotten hers, he removed his robes to stand bare before her. "I'll see you downstairs then..." He always seemed to take longer than she when it came to bathing.
She had opted for a high necked button down shirt in a burgandy, with a long black skirt. Her feet remained bare for the moment, though. She slipped close to him, brushing a soft kiss against his lips. "I'll be in the kitchen. Want me to make us some coffee?" She hadn't read his thoughts from earlier. They had just fallen into a comfortable rhythm together.
"Sounds lovely..." reciprocating the kiss he moved passed her to turn the shower up to a higher temperature, having to bend a little for balance. "Any moods on breakast?" The words sent back at her as he held out a hand to feel the falling water.
"I have a few ideas... How does pancakes sound to you?" It was her turn to lean against the doorway, watching him. Arms folded across her chest, a brief frown crossing her lips as she studied him. "Or maybe french toast?"
Satisfied with the water he stood and looked at her with a wide smile. "Pancakes sounds divine. And you look nice, just hope I can find decent enough robes for the occasion. Can't look like a hobo all the time..." casting her a wink as he stepped into the shower, the old man just watched her form as the beads ran along his frame. Fiery strands of hair matting quickly to cling against his pale skin.
She continued to watch him a moment, then bit her lip hard. "I'd better go get breakfast started... or else we aren't going anywhere for a while." She flashed him a bright smile, before disappearing entirely. Even in his home, she moved through the rooms using her powers, so as not to get out of practice. She was whipping up a batch of pancake batter, adding in some fresh berries, before too long.
His only response to her words was echoing laughter that followed through the house. He knew full well their mutual appetites. It was a bit odd at times, but they enjoyed themselves completely. Turning away, the old man set to washing, starting with his hair, the only vain point he held, gnarled fingers working out knots as they went.
Crimson eyes drifted slowly open as she felt him leave her. A long, luxurious stretch, before she tucked one arm beneath her head to watch him move. She had spent many nights, unable to sleep, her nightmares dragging her into wakefulness, and making her want to prowl. Now, she slept easy, woke easier. Her free hand reached out, brushing fingers along his hip, but not a word left her lips.
Feeling those soft fingers along his ruined flesh cause him to still and regard her in the dark light. Pale luminescence casting rays of shadows across his scarred face only letting the angelic side be seen."Sorry I woke you..." the words soft as he watched her stretch and find a new positioning. The sight enough to fill him with a mind to take her again, but really five was enough for one night between the two of them.
"There's... quite a bit to be done today..." A small smile tilted her lips upward briefly. Her fingers followed the lines of his scarred flesh, tracing almost lovingly. Her eyes, her movements, would give nothing away to those who did not know her. But she was nervous. Her forked tongue flickered out over her lips, tasting the air between them.
"And I've told you before, you don't have to. There will be plenty of fair there, now if you want to bring something, all right." He knew she wanted to make a good impression upon these younglings and it helped him know the strength she hid so well. Leaning forward he kissed those nervous lips and brought a hand up between her thighs, the soft touch meant to sooth more than anything lecherous.
"But we can see about transport..think some of them would like a bigger meal. Plenty of mouths." He brought that hand up the center line of her body to touch her cheek gently, lips pulling away.
His touch caused a shiver to pass through her. She stopped him with a soft touch of her fingers against the flesh of his unruined cheek, kissing his lips more fully. "I've got transport handled. Most everything is finished...." She had spent most of the previous day in the ample kitchen he had made. Despite the magic of his small hut, the smells still drifted throughout the rooms. "We just need to pick up Marcus, on our way... he's expecting us."
"All right. I've not been on many...modern...transportation methods.Mostly walk about the town really. Keeps me in the shape I am." Freeing himself from her kiss the old man sat on the side of the bed, reaching down to pick up his robes. This place could get downright drafty! Standing, he brought the old garment around his shoulders, but did not tie it. "I'll see about letting them know when to expect us. I think they'll be eating around 2:00."
She was already up, stretching her limbs. She had filled out a bit since coming to live with him, losing some of those edges of hardness she'd gained from the jobs she had been taking. "I didn't go for modern, Dru. I rented us two horses, and an open carriage for today. Thought it would be fun." She flashed him a delighted grin. "That's enough time for a shower, and to get the last pies in the oven..."
THe back of his head rose up and down listening to her, though at the shower part he looked over his shoulder. "Separate showers right? Together we might lose track of time...." His tongue slithered out in a lewed display of dexterity before picking up his mask from the night stand and slipping it on.
She tapped a finger against her lips, as if to ponder his question, in all seriousness. "I thi nk that would be wise... After all..." She turned and headed in that direction.. "Wouldn't want you too tired out before we went." She threw him a wink, before slipping into the bathroom. She left the door on as she turned on the shower, though.
Laughing softly he watched her go, eyes trailing Kelathe's way inside. At the door he surveyed her path to the shower, watching the swell of her backside. Noting the changes in her, he couldn't help but notice the ones coming about in himself. However those were items he dare not dwell on, as much as he didn't like it down here, there were things worth sticking around for. And she made some good coffee.
She always sang while she was in the shower. So, it was that the same voice, in the same language she'd used, came from that room. She gave no thought, really, to her current situation. Some people would have thought she was quite mad, taking up with a man who was so much older than her. Then again, those same people only looked at appearances.
She stepped from the shower, wrapping a towel around her frame. Closing her eyes, she summoned an inner heat to finish drying that mane of hair, before wrapping herself in the illusion of clothing.
Behaving himself, Druid watched her shower in the rainstyle alcove. Eyes tracing each contour of her body as though touching them while she bathed. When all was said and done, he hadn't moved from his lean in the doorway. "Good thing we don't have to worry about running out of hot water.." Remembering their first time together. Talk about a rodeo. Moving inside now that she'd gotten hers, he removed his robes to stand bare before her. "I'll see you downstairs then..." He always seemed to take longer than she when it came to bathing.
She had opted for a high necked button down shirt in a burgandy, with a long black skirt. Her feet remained bare for the moment, though. She slipped close to him, brushing a soft kiss against his lips. "I'll be in the kitchen. Want me to make us some coffee?" She hadn't read his thoughts from earlier. They had just fallen into a comfortable rhythm together.
"Sounds lovely..." reciprocating the kiss he moved passed her to turn the shower up to a higher temperature, having to bend a little for balance. "Any moods on breakast?" The words sent back at her as he held out a hand to feel the falling water.
"I have a few ideas... How does pancakes sound to you?" It was her turn to lean against the doorway, watching him. Arms folded across her chest, a brief frown crossing her lips as she studied him. "Or maybe french toast?"
Satisfied with the water he stood and looked at her with a wide smile. "Pancakes sounds divine. And you look nice, just hope I can find decent enough robes for the occasion. Can't look like a hobo all the time..." casting her a wink as he stepped into the shower, the old man just watched her form as the beads ran along his frame. Fiery strands of hair matting quickly to cling against his pale skin.
She continued to watch him a moment, then bit her lip hard. "I'd better go get breakfast started... or else we aren't going anywhere for a while." She flashed him a bright smile, before disappearing entirely. Even in his home, she moved through the rooms using her powers, so as not to get out of practice. She was whipping up a batch of pancake batter, adding in some fresh berries, before too long.
His only response to her words was echoing laughter that followed through the house. He knew full well their mutual appetites. It was a bit odd at times, but they enjoyed themselves completely. Turning away, the old man set to washing, starting with his hair, the only vain point he held, gnarled fingers working out knots as they went.