<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/Skrida.png)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Skrida<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Nilteni, Hiti<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Alpha House<br/><strong>When:</strong>Night<br/><br/><hr/><br/>A tingle went down Skrida's spine, causing him to pause halfway to the alpha. He couldn't think of what might cause the feeling, except... Black threatened to swallow stormy grey as his pupils were blown wide. He turned his head slightly and licked his lips as he caught sight of Nilteni striding through the parting crowd. The Tikaan's face was utterly neutral, a sign that he was quite angry, and given the way he was headed directly for Skrida he could only assume that said anger was directed at him.<br/><br/>"Hello, Nilteni," he said brightly as the other reached them. Tight smiles aside it was impossible to miss how tense Nilteni's form was. A callused hand reached forward as if to touch his friend, but he forced it back down so that he might not offend. "How are y—" Words failed him as Nilteni crowded into his space, deliberately placing his solidly muscled form between Skrida and Hiti. "Ah..." And still Nilteni crowded him further, seeming to loom above Skrida with a purpose that few ever did.<br/><br/>The room had already been hot. Now it was positively scalding. Skrida's skin seemed to be on fire, his bones melting into liquid as Nilteni's callused hand rested upon his hip. His skirt rucked up with the movement, the tender touch of skin upon skin enough to make Skrida flush a dark red. It was a blush that only deepened as Nilteni nose at his jaw. "A-ah," he murmured, hips bucking slightly at a nip. "Nn, what are you...?"<br/><br/>Nilteni's words set a fire in him that even the room couldn't compete with. "W-well you know me, can't resist escorting a lovely woman even if it means being late." He was going to choke on the words, he thought, but they came out fairly steadily if lacking the proper carefree tone they should have had. A slight whimper left him as his neck was gripped. Now quite thoroughly pinned, he had no choice but to stare up at Nilteni with wide eyes as the other spoke. "Oh, well, you should have said something earlier." Damnable, when did he start sounding so breathless? Probably around the same time the room started to heat so.<br/><br/>A solid wooden wall both grounded and pinned him, his shoulder blades pressing hard against the support. His breath came out in a shaky gust as he caught Nilteni's hazel eyes. The other's body was warm and perfect against his own. Skrida found that his hands had reached out to grab the other's hips, to pull closer instead of push away. He'd been staring after the warrior for years, had a burn scar on his thumb from slamming hot metal into it when he was distracted by Nilteni's weapons practice, had spent more time teasing and laughing with him than he really cared to think about. Small wonder that he was staring stupidly up at the other, lips parted with surprise. "I thought I was already yours," he said, blinking a few times.