party all night

Saul Stormbringer · 05-08-2012, 01:48 PM

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He didn't know what he expected, his eyebrow still raised in challenge, a teasing grin on his face as he looked across at her, wondering what she was thinking. In fact, she looked a little mortified and his facial expression faltered. Had he made the right choice? He had no idea. Green eyes softened, probing gently at her to try and silently apologise and tell her that she could back out if she wanted. There were a million things she could do to get out of it- fainting or vomitting were probably on the top of the list. He should have known her better than that though- while the lower half of her face was covered with her hands, he clearly heard the uttered agreement that she would partake in this little dare of his. His heart beat picked up, a swift kick of adrenaline to his bloodstream that caused an excited smile to wash over his face. Of course, the daggers sent his way were brushed aside- she would forgive him for this, he was sure of it. Bran's fingers strummed the guitar excellently, changing the tune from something light and conversational to a darker, sultry melody. A glare was sent his cousins way, before green eyes were drawn back to the lithe body, raising up from the ground with surprising steadiness.

He looked at her expectantly, green eyes shining in the firelight as he saw her own darting around the small clearing. Perhaps she was deciding where to stand for this little show of hers- he fervently hoped that she would approach him, stand in front of him, dance only for him. It was an irrational urge and one he tamped quickly down on, the clench in his stomach a physical reminder that the thoughts in his head weren't for the saintly. And he should have been glad that she stayed in place, away from him and his degrading thoughts, but it was impossible to stop the wave of disappointment. His body was a mess of emotions, enhanced by the alcohol and the intoxicating sight of Lilin as her hips made that first move. He was lost, drowning in the sight before him. Green eyes were as big as saucers, mouth parted just slightly, not enough to reveal his tongue, but enough to be noticeable.

She seemed to lose herself too, mediterranean eyes slightly dazed but fixed on him as well. His brain couldn't quite process the feelings rushing through him at that moment, but they were certainly all centred in one place and he shifted his legs subtly to try and distract from the fact that she was turning him on. Majorly. Her arms raised above her head, teasing through her wild locks, letting it fall against her seductively. And he was filled to the brim with absolute want for this female. His body clenched uncomfortably, a subconscious precaution to keep him in his seat. Toes tapped against the ground, fingers twitched to dig into her hips and he was trying everything he knew of to remain where he was and not up there, grinding against her. Cinnamon backed ears twitched to his right, trying to figure out why Bran's song was ending, before a furious gaze turned back to Lilin, catching her mischevious bow. Parts of him were relieved that she had stopped- he wouldn't have lasted another minute and neither of them really knew what this was between them. A larger, more inebriated part of him roared at the loss of such a sight. Emotional whiplash was never a pleasant thing to behold, especially when in ones own body. He'd been completely oblivious to everyone around him, including the bug-eyes that Niernan had been giving the object of his affection.

Oblivious, and still unable to remove his gaze from her body, he felt a shock run through his body as she took a step towards him, eyebrows furrowed as he tried to figure out what she was doing. His lap almost pulsed, arms aching to reach out and drag her down into him. He refrained, knowing that it would put both of them in an awkward situation. As she reached down and grasped the bottle, he felt his tongue flop out of his mouth, a pant racing from his body before he was able to get ahold of his reaction. He ducked, covering his face with his hands to try and gain some composure. The swoosh of the glass through the air was lost on him, but the thud and crack of the glass was not and he looked up again Lilin was on her knees, an apology having already escaped from her mouth. Saul started, getting up before dropping to the floor and gathering the sharp pieces up, away from Lilin who was liable to cut herself or something. As he turned, the flying form of his cousin caught his attention as Niernan launched himself at Bran.

This just got better and better. Still, the chuckles started as Niernan pinned his brother thoroughly to the ground, developing into full blown laughter when Nier wriggled on his brothers chest. Bran's out of breath voice came as Saul turned, wrapping the glass in a spare scrap of fur from a carcass they had devoured the other day- he would dispose of it in the morning. "Lili, are you alright? Come and sit down?" He asked, bravely patting the seat next to him, voice light and sugar sweet. The Brothers Grimm were demanding the attention and he hoped that Lilin wouldn't feel pressured. He snorted as Niernan got off of his brother, sitting in Bran's spot before being shoved up by the caramel coloured male. They were comic, that was for certain. Niernan piped up once more, asking what was next. The thought popped into his mind like a dragonfly, flitting across here and there, unable to let him catch it. With a shrug of his shoulders, Saul sat forward slightly before taking a breath.

"Bit of an errant thought here guys... but what would you say to starting a proper pack? Establishing ourselves somewhere?" He asked, green eyes glancing around to see what kind of a reaction he could gauge from his audience. Would they like that idea, or were they happy to stay here? He would find out soon enough.

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