This Will Be Over My Dead Body

Isabella Heiwa · 01-01-2012, 05:51 AM

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I was working on two replies at once on and off and totally spazzed about this one lawl

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The man had a rather untainted appreciation of a woman's form, and it felt a lot similar to her own thoughts on the nature of men and women. But the gypsy woman had no idea what the thoughts in his head was. He could be a simple flatterer, as many men had been. Or he shared her belief that women were above men in most matters, and deserved a terribly high level of respect and honor. Until Reykr would give her that information, Isabella was at a terrible disadvantage. But she would milk this, oh how she would milk it. It was worth quite a bit to her, and he was being rather polite about it all. Groveling on his knees, in the dirt and muck, struck a terribly strong chord in her. That he would prostate himself so willingly on the ground before her and dirtying himself after a bath was rather noble. Honorable even. An honorable man? Unheard of.

The smile on her lips stayed strongly, even as the gypsy woman gazed evenly at the man. He was a curiosity to her, the way he behaved before a woman. Was it just for her, pretty minx as she was, or did she simply fall under the category of "female". Regardless, either was flattering and the woman took it in stride. After all, did she not deserve it? Was it not attention worthy for someone of her caliber? She gave him a light chuckle, letting it echo after the remains of his elk's bellowing. The creature started to walk toward them, toward its master. Isabella eyed it carefully, aware it could easily be a danger, even if it was his.

She slipped by him, touching his shoulder lightly, letting her thighs graze his pelt lightly, an airy kiss that promised something but nothing at the same time. Her touch disappeared and she pulled off the remains of her adornments, letting them cascade into a small pile by the water's edge. "Isabella, handsome," she cooed when the water was up to her hips, lapping gently at her pelvis. She turned toward him, motion creating a whirling ripple as her fingers played on top of the water's surface. "You've mussed up yourself. Come, wash it off." There was more than enough room for two. And he could enlighten her about his ideas.

However, if he wanted more from her, perhaps she would demand he share his ideas, and then she would return the favor with what she deemed equal value. Information could be worthwhile, but sometimes it was not enough for her to give a man what he wanted. All men had a price, and all women could pay a price in kind. It was simply a matter of finding the middle ground of balance, where the price was reasonable and the service rendered equal. Oh, but how Isabella knew this. She lived by it. Her body swayed in the water, making ripples run across the surface of the water, following the movement of her hips. All men wanted something.

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