<span style="font-size: 12px">Analee could feel the warmth of his blood on her fingers, it smeared up his skin, it hadn't been intended...it was his fault. The things he was making her feel. She was caught up in it all. Her fingers didn't ease their harshness as they took hold of his hair. Her body heated with it's own fire. She couldn't imagine anything better...and here he was just giving attention to one part of her body. A groan came from her as for only a moment, it's all she could bare to think what else he could do to her, to make her feet, if this made her feel that good. Her hips moved and to her body's disappointment his fingers did not slip to where her body yearned them to touch...Maybe if she could move a bit more. But she didn't. <br/>
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But then his fingers were moving, her pulse raced, her stomach fluttering. Her lips parted in a gasp, her breath was caught as a single finger brushed over soft lips between her legs. Her nostril's flared to get breath in, it was then she almost held her breath in an anticipation. His other finger drawing a slow circle caused her ass cheeks to almost clench against his finger, a sensation she hadnt been familair with. But it aroused her more and she swallowed, her throat bobbing. Her eyes had closed at this point, her mind running with the idea of him taking either entrance, giving her something more to feel, taking in the feeling, unaware that his eyes were now looking else where around them. Oh she wanted it, she hoped. Then he was chuckling and her eyes opened in a quick flutter. Her eyes widened and she almost gaped at him as he moved his warm hands from her leathers. A moan at the clap of his hand against her leather covered rear. Her jaw clenched, was this a joke to him?! Her eyes surprisingly stared to narrow. Was she mad? Or just utterly disappointed? Shocked he would go as far as to tease her like that...then just stop. <i>A place to rest!?</i> She thought, blinking. They were certainly not rolling around in the mud either! <br/>
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Funny how her legs kept on his waist, she didn't want to let him go...a little restraint, but in the end he was able to get her off. A growl came from her as she stood before him. Her face flush, her head actually felt a little dizzy...all those feelings and touches and all, what was she suppose to do? Just go on like it was nothing? He seemed to be fairing well...That was until she took her top, a bit of a snatch, her eyes not looking to them as they noticed how aroused <i>he </i>seemed to be. This only heated her more, that <i>tented </i>spot between his legs. <i>That's awfully...</i> A small squeak came from her, his lips against her forehead as he walked past. She turned, her eyes watching him. <i>large...</i> She continued her trail of thoughts. Boy it was rather hot out...why did the rain have to stop? She could use a cold spell of that rain. She thought to herself as she pulled her top back on, her breasts covered, those tender nipples pressing into the leathers a bit painful from all his sucking and biting...<br/>
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Her hands pressed down her hips, as if smoothing her leathers. <i>Ana?</i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff"> "What's wrong with my name? You've never had trouble before with my name."</span> She said marching off after him. Oh, was she a little hurt by being led on like that? Her eyes watched the way be walked, his skirt still clung to his body giving her an excellent view of his backside, a grin slipping along her pink lips. Her eyes trailed up, his toned strong back, her eyes could see those marks she left, the blood that had smeared along his skin. She could heal them if she wanted....but she would leave them. She felt a laugh bubble out of her, short at the thought. They could heal on their own...<br/>
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At his mention of a town though, her hands came up, brushing her wet locks back, a tangled mess they were. She pulled her wait hair over her shoulder, her fingers busy with untangling it as she started to braid it as she came up by his side. A bath did sound good.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff"> "And a hot meal."</span> She said thinking of all the things they could enjoy...as her stomach growled in protest. Her eyes trailed to the side as he dipped his hand in his skirt. She swallowed, was he really about to take care of himself while they walked? Curious she was to the thought...though she could have taken care of him. She felt an urge...a noise..her cheeks blushed. Suddenly she turned her head away, clearing her throat. This was ridiculous. Men really did think they could do what they wanted where ever they wanted! But to her surprise, she heard the sound of coins. Coins!? Her attention was back on him, her eyebrow raising. How did he get those? She didn't even have anything to her name...aside from what she wore..the blade at her waist. Her hand absently felt for it. She was surprised it was still there actually. Her hand then returned to it's task. Her long braid finished and laying over her shoulder along the front of her.<br/>
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"How'd you get those?"</span> She asked curiously. She then looked him over once more.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff"> "...Maybe you should find yourself some real clothes first. You stand out a bit...You'll draw attention." </span>She said realizing this fact.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff"> "...and Ana is fine.." <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">She found herself saying after a moment. A faint smile on her lips as she looked up ahead, in the distance she could make out the dim lighting of a town, torched posts to line their streets, the dim glove of lanterns in windows. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">"Maybe...It would be wiser for me to get the room..." <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Analee mentioned after a moment as they continued on. She could handle that much. </span></span></span></span></span>