12-16-2011, 06:57 PM
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She was back in her game sexually and the horrid dry streak had ended. It had been frustrating to say the least and she didn't know why she had been so coy and shy in regards to having sex with Teo, perhaps it was left over feelings from Anathema? She didn't know and didn't really care to find out particularly. All she knew was that he was so good for her. The abused woman was making her way towards the Great Fire again. She found herself spending more and more time around its fierce orange glow and was slowly working up the courage to ask somebody, anybody how she would go about setting off on the path of the fire tender.
She was dressed again in the clothes Matteo liked to see her in, the checkered green button up top and the long blue jeans that stuck to her curvaceous form like a second skin With a gratuitous hole cut out for her large fluffy tail. The weak sun did little to warm her though so the woman felt a slight chill from the air after all it was winter now. She was lost into her own thoughts that dashed from this idea to the next but nothing really serious flitting around in there when a voice made the hairs on the back of her neck rise in a pleasurable way. She knew that voice.
It was the hunter from the fire that she had met a while ago, colored of mostly white with a few silvers and browns thrown in. Not as attractive as pure white but the scarring that marked his body more than made up for it. Unknowingly like his niece Saxif Gemma had a thing for scars like she had a thing for white fur. Gemma, come She came. She sauntered into his home with barely a thought for his intentions, the excitement and pheromones already swirling around made for a heady cocktail of scents.
"What can I help you with Light?" Her eyes spoke her question but there was no innocent meaning within it.
She was back in her game sexually and the horrid dry streak had ended. It had been frustrating to say the least and she didn't know why she had been so coy and shy in regards to having sex with Teo, perhaps it was left over feelings from Anathema? She didn't know and didn't really care to find out particularly. All she knew was that he was so good for her. The abused woman was making her way towards the Great Fire again. She found herself spending more and more time around its fierce orange glow and was slowly working up the courage to ask somebody, anybody how she would go about setting off on the path of the fire tender.
She was dressed again in the clothes Matteo liked to see her in, the checkered green button up top and the long blue jeans that stuck to her curvaceous form like a second skin With a gratuitous hole cut out for her large fluffy tail. The weak sun did little to warm her though so the woman felt a slight chill from the air after all it was winter now. She was lost into her own thoughts that dashed from this idea to the next but nothing really serious flitting around in there when a voice made the hairs on the back of her neck rise in a pleasurable way. She knew that voice.
It was the hunter from the fire that she had met a while ago, colored of mostly white with a few silvers and browns thrown in. Not as attractive as pure white but the scarring that marked his body more than made up for it. Unknowingly like his niece Saxif Gemma had a thing for scars like she had a thing for white fur. Gemma, come She came. She sauntered into his home with barely a thought for his intentions, the excitement and pheromones already swirling around made for a heady cocktail of scents.
"What can I help you with Light?" Her eyes spoke her question but there was no innocent meaning within it.