Mac (second_bee_) wrote in nomadsrpg, @ 2013-04-20 21:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | chet, mac, topher, week two |
Who: Mac and Topher
Where: Mac's place then Topher's clinic
When: Week Two; Dec 29, 2015, afternoon
What: Mac inquires Topher about Melody
Rating: PG-13
Status: In progress
Mac woke up and untangled herself from last night's catch. He was a traveler, one she stopped at the Bridge of the Gods. He was tan, despite the current season, dark hair that was starting to cover his eyes and needed to be cut, and behind his closed lids were bright jade-green eyes. He must have been about 6' 2" and some kind of fighter, either a military man, a cop, or something else, based on his build and the scars he possessed. He had been a good fuck, the two fighting for dominance most of the time until the traveler held her down and made her cum so strong, Mac was unable to think much less try and fight to be on top. It was amazing and Mac half heartedly didn't want him to leave.
If Saga allowed slavery, ad if Mac thought about it just enough, Mac would tie this traveler up and keep him all for herself as a sex slave whenever she needed a good stress reliever. But Mac despised slavery in all fashions, so her tempting thoughts would just have to remain as such. Mac stretched lazily. She only had one thing she wanted to do that day and that was to pay a visit to Topher to chat about a certain red-headed Tawa.
Mac nudged the traveler awake, those shining sleepy green eyes opening to look over Mac's naked body hungrily. The man was shameless in the way her looked her over, and Mac loved it. Before she had a chance to say anything, the darker man pulled her to him and mashed his lips to hers, his hands reaching for her tender spots. Mac hadn't counted on morning sex, but she certainly wasn't complaining as the two fell back into a familiar rhythm from the night before. After another hour, Mac was finally getting dressed for the day and so was the traveler. He handed over a sharp, obsidian knife for his trade price to pass through the town. Saga would like this, it was handmade and very deadly.
Mac took the knife and told the man he was free to leave. She'd gone cold shoulder to him as she brushed her hair, her face uncaring as he left. Once he was gone, Mac smiled widely at herself in her mirror. Another triumphant night. Now for it to be a triumphant day. Mac pulled her hair up in a pony tail, wore a long sleeve shirt, pants and grabbed her thick coat before smearing on some red lipstick and wiping on black mascara. She took her leave and headed to the clinic. She was in good spirits that day, which was also good for Topher because it meant that he wouldn't get grilled about Melody. Just lightly questioned.
She whistled as she walked to his clinic, snow crunching under her boots. Mac let herself in, not giving much regard as she walked through the waiting area and back to the patients' rooms.
"Hey, what's up doc?" she asked, pleasantness showing in her tone and playful body language.