<div class="floatright">(http://i45.tinypic.com/10xhhxz.jpg%5D)<br/><strong>Name: Korryn</strong> <br/><strong>Location: Tim's tent</strong> <br/><strong>Summary: And the fun begins</strong> <br/><strong>Tagged: </strong><strong>Tim.</strong></div>His traveling hand caused her stomach to tense, her skin tightening into goose bumps as it went lower and lower. She sucked in a quiet breath whens he felt his hand queeze her ass. She looked over at him, nodding at his demand. Who would she tell really, anyway? She glanced at his tent as he started heading towards it, once again swallowing the lump in her throat. She followed him him stepping into the tent. She stayed by the door, only watching for the moment.<br/><br/>She was actually a bit surprised. Despite being scared shitless of the man, the he was revealing bit by bit looked years younger than his sun-weathered skin and salt and pepper hair. Her eyes wandered, traveling each muscle as they flexed and relaxed with each moment. A blush didn't spread over her cheeks as he pulled his pants off, but her eyes didn't linger on his exposed package. She took a step forward as he sat down, figuring he would want her to come sit beside him. He confirmed her thinking, and she moved a bit quicker to his side.<br/><br/>She sat beside him, her body turned slightly to face him. She thought back to the times she'd been in this similar situation. A raider who'd come to get some things from her father, and her father ordering her to give said raider a good time. Normally, it ended up with Korryn in a messy heap, crying and bleeding from several different places. At least thats how it was before she got used to it. After a while, you just become numb to everything.<br/><br/>Her fingers reached out, lightly brushing the tips of her fingers over the scar on his arm. She glanced up at him, drawing her fingers away. "Sorry," She said softly. She looked into his eyes again, "What happened to your arm? If you don't mind me asking."