01-29-2012, 09:33 PM
She watched as her proposition sank in, the moment when he realized what she was talking about clear in his features. She kind of liked that moment, that look, when the possibility of such a devilishly tempting prospect made itself aware. This was all part of the fun of it; and Orin did think it was fun, even if this wasn't exactly her top most shining moment or anything.
He leaned in and said something to her, something clever and playful all at once. No doubt he was this man from her past. Golden eyes shifted to his face and she grinned salaciously, then quickly reached for his hand, wrapping her slim fingers around his, she began to pull him away from the pig pen.
She didn't have any kind of official outpost for these meetings yet – she didn't really realize it was going to be her chosen “profession” now at this festival – but she did know where she was going. Leading the male through the pavilion, she took him past carts and tents, stalls and shelves, leading him down the main drag until they passed the final store and followed the freshly beaten path several yards outside of the festival.
Giggling, she swung around, using Noah as a support, and bumped herself into the male, pushing him off the path and into the brush. They hurried past the first hedge and through the trees, moving off the walkway and into the woods. The snow was thin here but still cold, but oh who cares, she was a Tundra wolf so if worse came to worse lying right in the snow wouldn't phase her one bit. Especially not when the plan was so... devious... they would be working, keeping each other warm, keeping their blood warm.
Finally one spot, for no particular reason, seemed just fine to Orin and she stopped. “We're here,” she said breathily, their sudden jog leaving her a bit winded though she was quick to recover. She pressed herself into Noah again, staring up into his uneven gaze as she grinned. “I was born in America,” she said as she wrapped her arms around his shoulder and nuzzled into his cheek. Usually it was payment first, services later, but heck, a mutual delivery of talents didn't sound like such a bad idea. “In Florida.”
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He leaned in and said something to her, something clever and playful all at once. No doubt he was this man from her past. Golden eyes shifted to his face and she grinned salaciously, then quickly reached for his hand, wrapping her slim fingers around his, she began to pull him away from the pig pen.
She didn't have any kind of official outpost for these meetings yet – she didn't really realize it was going to be her chosen “profession” now at this festival – but she did know where she was going. Leading the male through the pavilion, she took him past carts and tents, stalls and shelves, leading him down the main drag until they passed the final store and followed the freshly beaten path several yards outside of the festival.
Giggling, she swung around, using Noah as a support, and bumped herself into the male, pushing him off the path and into the brush. They hurried past the first hedge and through the trees, moving off the walkway and into the woods. The snow was thin here but still cold, but oh who cares, she was a Tundra wolf so if worse came to worse lying right in the snow wouldn't phase her one bit. Especially not when the plan was so... devious... they would be working, keeping each other warm, keeping their blood warm.
Finally one spot, for no particular reason, seemed just fine to Orin and she stopped. “We're here,” she said breathily, their sudden jog leaving her a bit winded though she was quick to recover. She pressed herself into Noah again, staring up into his uneven gaze as she grinned. “I was born in America,” she said as she wrapped her arms around his shoulder and nuzzled into his cheek. Usually it was payment first, services later, but heck, a mutual delivery of talents didn't sound like such a bad idea. “In Florida.”
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