10-30-2009, 06:56 PM
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Haven hadn't been expecting this. Princess was always beautiful, but in the see-through black dress draping lightly over her frame he couldn't help but have less than honorable thoughts come to him. Heat not only radiated in his cheeks but washed throughout his body. In fact, her stunning appearance was making him miss the incredibly embarrassing situation that his body was about to put him in. The yearling had never felt these kind of urges so strongly before and he didn't have the first clue as to how to contain them or prevent himself from getting aroused. It wouldn't have been as bad if they hadn't already slept together, but since they had moments from that night played over and over in his mind, making things all the more...difficult. He liked Princess, he really did and he didn't want to screw this up. He didn't want her to get the wrong impression of him.
The smile that he made flower on her face made him smile as well. She was even prettier when she smiled. That smile was so innocent and accessible, it momentarily relieved his worries. But at the mention of his towel he looked down and saw his predicament. Jaws clamped down tight. Oh shit. Panic lit in the back of his mind, though on the outside he remained amazing calm and composed. How was he going to hide that? A nervous chuckled came from his lips. "Heh, thanks. I only have the one set of clothes, unfortunately. Didn't plan ahead." As he spoke he took a seat on the couch, bunching up the towel and laying it in his lap, hoping that it wouldn't show through the soggy fabric. One arm laid along the top end of the couch and as he smiled up at her there was an invitation in his eyes. His subconscious definitely wanted her close, and while his conscious didn't want her at a distance per se he also didn't want her to find out about his condition. Regardless he couldn't hide the wish for her to sit near him from his gaze.
"Yeah, it's a pretty good size, but not unmanageable. And yeah, I live alone. The second room is just for visitors." He hesitated as to whether or not to say she could stay there tonight. On one hand he didn't want it to seem like he didn't want her around him, but at the same time he didn't want to come off as trying to get her into bed. Again. This was a delicate situation and he needed to choose what he said and didn't say carefully, so he left it at that.
Haven hadn't been expecting this. Princess was always beautiful, but in the see-through black dress draping lightly over her frame he couldn't help but have less than honorable thoughts come to him. Heat not only radiated in his cheeks but washed throughout his body. In fact, her stunning appearance was making him miss the incredibly embarrassing situation that his body was about to put him in. The yearling had never felt these kind of urges so strongly before and he didn't have the first clue as to how to contain them or prevent himself from getting aroused. It wouldn't have been as bad if they hadn't already slept together, but since they had moments from that night played over and over in his mind, making things all the more...difficult. He liked Princess, he really did and he didn't want to screw this up. He didn't want her to get the wrong impression of him.
The smile that he made flower on her face made him smile as well. She was even prettier when she smiled. That smile was so innocent and accessible, it momentarily relieved his worries. But at the mention of his towel he looked down and saw his predicament. Jaws clamped down tight. Oh shit. Panic lit in the back of his mind, though on the outside he remained amazing calm and composed. How was he going to hide that? A nervous chuckled came from his lips. "Heh, thanks. I only have the one set of clothes, unfortunately. Didn't plan ahead." As he spoke he took a seat on the couch, bunching up the towel and laying it in his lap, hoping that it wouldn't show through the soggy fabric. One arm laid along the top end of the couch and as he smiled up at her there was an invitation in his eyes. His subconscious definitely wanted her close, and while his conscious didn't want her at a distance per se he also didn't want her to find out about his condition. Regardless he couldn't hide the wish for her to sit near him from his gaze.
"Yeah, it's a pretty good size, but not unmanageable. And yeah, I live alone. The second room is just for visitors." He hesitated as to whether or not to say she could stay there tonight. On one hand he didn't want it to seem like he didn't want her around him, but at the same time he didn't want to come off as trying to get her into bed. Again. This was a delicate situation and he needed to choose what he said and didn't say carefully, so he left it at that.