the deeper you go, the higher you fly

Rikka de le Poer · 08-03-2010, 12:21 AM

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Rikka's brow arched as Strelein nearly has to spit out the wine he had just drank. It had been some time since she had heard the word he used, it had basically only been called lovemaking in the commune, but of course the meaning wasn't lost on her. "Yeah, once," she said shrugging. To her it was no big deal at all. Sex had long passed out of the realm of something she did with one select person she loved. She had tried that once, and only been betrayed and gotten her heart broken. Living as she did now was much safer, emotionally speaking. It suddenly seemed clear though that she wasn't the only one who had shared a night with the man. "Ah, you too then? Interesting, wouldn't have pegged Rurik to be the type to swing both ways. Guess we have even more in common than I thought." Men were her preference, but she didn't turn down female partners.

More wine was poured into her glass, leaving it empty just wasn't an option. "Exactly. No point in letting it all go to waste. Like this shack," she said, making a gesture to her humble abode. "It's way more comfortable than a musty cave. I've lived in some nice caves, but this is nicer." Though still, give the choice between a natural den and having to live in an old town or city, Rikka would always pick the den. Strelein's hand patting her leg and his flirtatious compliment almost immediately shifted her head into a different gear. A different facet came to her smile, half lidded eyes looking over at her company. "Right back at ya handsome," she said, pearly whites showing between barely parted lips. Her upper body leaned every so subtly in his direction. "So tell me Strel, what sort of things do you like?"

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