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Tweak says, "I need a cup of tea,"

Ayla of No People (_ayla_) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-09-05 09:03:00

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ayla, complete, day 14, john crichton

Day 14
Who: Ayla & John
What: Go-Carting!
When: Morning
Where: Cafe- then Go-Carts
Rating: PG, if that
Status: Incomplete

It was another glorious morning outside. Sunlight streamed through what could be classified as a window in the wall of her cave-like room. She was happy when she woke up. She prepared the tea she always made for herself and a different brew for Yvaine. The past several days she'd taken the tea to her so that her leg would heal faster.

But after showering, dressing and heading to Yvaine's room, she found that the star woman's leg was by some miracle completely healed. She examined the leg herself and was astonished. Yvaine explained about Tonks and the magical ability to heal instantly and Ayla wished that she had a similar power.

Leaving Yvaine, she headed down to the cafe for some breakfast. She settled herself in a booth and a golem made of clay walked over to take her order. She ordered some poached eggs, a ham steak and a nutty bread toast with gooseberry jam. She waited patiently for it to arrive, sipping some cold milk and looking around at the other patrons of the restaurant. When it arrived, she smiled and thanked the golem who promptly turned and left her to her breakfast.

She buttered and jellied her toast, taking a bite out of it. She was still astonished at the idea that she didn't have to go find all this food herself. That it was already prepared was even more strange. She was used to having the hunters provide the meat for her, but she always had to prepare it. And she had to gather grains and roots to supplement their meat supply. For it all to be laid out in front of her with no work on her part other than requesting it, was altogether unnatural.

She hummed slightly under her breath as she ate, still watching the other customers in the cafe under the cover of lowered brows. She had been reprimanded many times by Creb not to stare. But staring in the Clan equaled eavesdropping. She was just observing, but she still didn't want to be caught in case these people also thought it was rude. She lifted her gaze to the door when she saw it open from the corner of her eye.

She recognized the broad, dark-haired man and, after swallowing the mouthful of food, she smiled and lifted a hand to wave.

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_ayla_
2008-10-27 11:21 am UTC (link)

Ayla's own hands were calloused as well, evidence of the hard life she'd led in the Valley before the Planet had seen fit to bring her here. She wouldn't have noticed the callouses on John's hands even if they had been an inch thick. She smiled at his compliment, feeling a flush touch her cheeks. She still struggled with the idea that someone might think her pretty after all the years she spent feeling ugly next to the Clan's women. "You are beautiful, too, John." She returned the compliment, unabashed and honest.

He pulled her against him and she found that she very much enjoyed feeling her body flush with his. Kneeling in front of him and leaning over was becoming a little uncomfortable, though. To remedy the situation, she lifted one of her knees and threw it over his legs so that she now stradled his lap and could wrap her arms around his neck. His fingers drifting through her hair again rose gooseflesh on her skin. She sighed softly during a rare moment when their lips parted.

The kiss deepened, and she felt a pang of familiarity. Jondalar had taught her to kiss, and she had discovered after the strange intrusion of his tongue, that she very much enjoyed it. Enthusiatically, she returned his kiss now. When he broke it to nibble along her neck, she sighed softly and closed her eyes, tilting her head to give him better access. It was not long after that his lips returned to hers and she tightened her hold on his neck.

He pulled back and she worried for a moment that she was displeasing him, but she saw from his face that he was merely uncomfortable in his clothes. She smiled and shook her head. No, she didn't mind if he took his shirt off. In fact, she was feeling quite warm herself. And, with an innocent lack of modesty, she removed her own tunic at the same time. She had a band around her breasts, holding them against her chest the way she'd fashioned when she went hunting, and she untied this as well.

She folded them and set them aside and then looked back to John and his bared chest. Her eyes traveled over the chiseled planes of his muscles and her finger traced along the curves and distinct lines there. Her hands stopped roaming his chest to slide up to his shoulders. She wanted more of the mouth-on-mouth, and pulled herself closer to him, her breasts and sensitive nipples raking his chest as she pressed herself against the hardness of it. Her arms slid easily around his neck and she began a series of her own taunting kisses around his earlobe and along his jawline before she finally gave in and returned her mouth to his.

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