<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/07/Zahara3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Zahara (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10214425#msg10214425) (Zii)<br/><strong>Cabin:</strong>Ares<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ares Cabin --> Outside<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 21st, After 8am<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ezra, Open<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Wearing sleeveless camp t-shirt, black compression running shorts, and Nikes<hr/>It was a powerfully symbolic number, the number 3, given all sorts of importance in may cultures and religions and all manner of things really. However, in this case it merely signified the number of times Ezra managed to catch Zahara off guard in the space of a few minutes. It was not an easy thing to accomplish, at least not in the physical sense, but boy had he managed to do so with alarming ease this morning.<br/><br/>The very idea that any male wanted to<em>hold</em>Zahara in anything but a sleeper hold was news to her. Sure, there was the occasional flirting with the more tough sorts who didn't mind a physically aggressive girl like Zii but for the most part males seemed to either regard her as one of them, opting to ignore any part of her that struck them as female, or they were afraid of her, giving her a wide berth except for whenever fate was cruel and put her square in their path. At least, that was how it always seemed to her. The whole idea struck her as odd and if she were inclined to speak of her feelings in that instant it would have been to reveal a large amount of surprise, disbelief, and perhaps a very small percentage of pleasure?<br/><br/>It was that very small percentage that had thrown her and if Ezra had been on the attack at that point he might have taken the advantage. However, the interruption to their silliness took over quite swiftly and in the end it was Zii who was left to press an advantage in the hopes of distracting the now pissed off male. Thankfully she had this down to a science. Or rather, she thought she did anyhow.<br/><br/>Moment #2 came just as swiftly as the first. Anchored there on his back as a distraction, Zii had anticipated the potential for violence but she had not anticipated the actual response that came. Ezra's arms lifted to catch hers in a strong grip and her body was already primed to allow him to pull her with the intent to use that momentum against him--a challenge, yes, but a fun one--but within the space of a few heartbeats Ezra seemed to come back to himself. The savage face of a child of war gentled into softer lines she'd grown to love and she almost smiled except that he turned his face into her and nuzzled against her skin like he would seek refuge there. It was that moment that caught her.<br/><br/>Violence and playful banter and rough housing, these all came easy to the Amazon. However, the moments like these ... She drew in a breath and held it, her body seeming to cradle his as he took his moment. She had the sense to order the kid out with stern features before her breath shuddered out quietly at the continued touch and slide of lips over sensitive nerve endings, but beyond that she could only linger as a strange sort of contentment fluttered about her. It wasn't the first time such a thing had happened between them but to this day she still did not fully know what to make of it. And it seemed that this morning would not be the time to figure it out as Ezra decided to take advantage of her own distraction, catching her off guard a third time.<br/><br/>Hand raised from where she had pointed to the kid, Zii's grip had loosened to something more comforting than truly aggressive, leaving her wide open for an easy counter. One that came swiftly on the heels of her own confusion. She was not what one would call a small female but compared to Ezra... well, he seemed to flip her over the top of his body and catch her easy enough. The feeling left her wide eyed but she could only laugh as he spoke, her head tilting back and spilling silky dark strand over his arm. "Oh no. No no, this wasn't the deal, E. And uh, well, as much as I appreciate the service," she lifted her gaze to meet his, happy to see his grin back in place even as she fluttered her lashes comically, "I am<em>not</em>getting carried into the pavilion like this!" She would never hear the end of it. Big tough Amazon gets carried in like some child of Aphrodite? Pfft, yeah right! Which was why she let her body go slack in his hold then sprang free as he was forced to adjust.<br/><br/>Landing on her feet like a cat, Zii twisted her lithe form around to aim a wicked grin at her partner in crime. This she could handle, the usual poking and bantering instead of odd moments--moments that seemed to be popping up more frequently these days--that set her stomach to fluttering like she'd swallowed a whole garden's worth of butterflies. "Round 1 - stalemate. But the day is long, counselor." She wagged her finger at him as if in warning and backed toward the door and the morning sunlight. "You're gonna have to do better than that! Much, much better..." Her taunt was backed by the somewhat childish poking out of her tongue as she stepped out of their cabin still laughing.