<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h215/wontsubmit/waterson1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Qiang Nuo<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Student<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Near the Courts (After the Daken fight)<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Ragnar, Open<br/><br/>The fingers against her hair caused her to pause.  He did not fit to keep her from applying the hold, did not press to win the conflict.  Though her mind called out for more there was a distinct ache inside her core that desired something else.  Digits that did not tighten in her hair held her head in place, fingers strong and warm pressed to her scalp.  Nuo licked her lips again as he spoke.  The words were not easily understood, but the tone was a natural one.  A shiver slipped along her spine as she had not heard such words used for her in a long time.  Only once in fact and much disappointed had followed.  A shy look took her face as determination slipped into youthful innocence.  Somehow she seemed smaller in his grip as she seemed to tuck into herself, realizing the position they both now occupied.<br/><br/>Yet Nuo could only be described as bold in her dealings with others.  Like a coiled snake she spring forward to press her lips to his with a vigor that could only come from the inexperienced and wanting.  Firmly, desperately she pressed her mouth to his so that her breath came as a hiss of their joining.  Fingers grew loose with their grip on him as instead the hold became him holding her and her melding into him.  A dim fear budded inside her mind that he might not have meant for this, that he might push her away and see her as something horrible.  The die was already cast though and she flung herself forward whole heartedly.<br/>