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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_
2008-11-03 10:35 am UTC (link)

Rough fingers against her sensitive nipple sent a jolt of heat to her core and she gasped softly. Her head tipped back away from the kiss and her eyes rolled shut. She was a very sexual person, and since coming to the Planet she hadn't had sex nearly enough for her tastes. Her belly filled with fire and she moaned appreciatively.

She felt him lower her to the blanket and brush hair from her eyes. She smiled up at him, her lips slightly pink and swollen from their kissing. She nodded. "It is more comfortable." If she were on a mattress full of down feathers she wouldn't have been more comfortable. On a blanket on a rolling hill of green grass underneath this most impressive specimen of a man, she was quite comfortable. Of course, this was the woman who slept on the ground, too. There wasn't much that wasn't comfortable to her.

Her arms went around his neck and she pulled him down to her. She loved the feel of a man's weight on her frame. Her arms went around his neck and her fingers traveled into his hair as she pulled his lips down to hers. Her tongue moved past his lips and teeth to touch his own tongue and rub it sensually, teasing and dancing as her hands moved from his head down his back to his hips.

She wanted him, more than she'd wanted any man. He was sweet and kind, and so handsome. He treated her with the utmost of care and she liked that. After being ridiculed and talked down to by the men and some of the women of the Clan, it was a pleasant change. She gripped his hips and pulled them down against her own. But her hands could not seem to get enough of him. They moved from his hips to roam up his back and along his sides. She felt the ripple of muscles beneath her palms and relished the feel of this awe inspiring man who saw fit to grace her with some of his infinite affection.

"John, my legs are hot." She gave him a coy smile, taking a moment to break their kiss to speak to him. Her hands moved back to cup his face in her hands. "I would like to remove my pants as well. Is that alright?" Reaching down between them, she untied the thong that held her pants together and pushed them down past her hips. She was not wearing underwear, they didn't have such things in her time. Once they were down near her knees, she kicked them off fairly easily and found herself completely naked underneath John's masculine form.

She smiled again. "That's better." She had a patch of downy blond curls at the convex of her suntanned thighs. Small, barely noticable, stretch marks on her stomach from childbirth were lighter in color than the rest of her skin. Her round, full breasts were still perky, even after she'd nursed Durc. Her hips flared away from her small waist to join long slender (albeit muscular) legs. She was only seventeen, but she was all woman.

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