Fat Loot (Star & Michi)
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				Title: <strong>Fat Loot (Star &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 03:55:26</strong>
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				"And you're sure this stuff works? Cause if it doesn't, I'm coming back here and you're paying me back every last cent and more, got it?" Bainanu leaned over the table and pointed a menacing finger at the man sitting across from him.<br><br>The slightly aged man put his hands up and shook his head, "I swear. It works. You have my word. Though the way I hear it, you don't need the stuff," he smirked, showing off the fact that he was missing a few teeth.<br><br>"Yeah...well...don't believe everything you hear," he grumbled and snatched the small bottle off the table, "I swear, if it doesn't work and I have to hunt you down, you're going to regret it," he snapped once more before standing up and heading off towards the Inn stairs that lead up to his room.<br><br>Bainanu Nallnae was a twenty-six year old part elf. Being only one-quarter elf, he managed to maintain a mostly human appearance. Mostly a scruffy beard. He kept it short and even, on occasion, shaved it completely off. Only those that really took the time to study his face could find the elven blood in him. It was always the ears that gave it away, at least for most people. He was a handsome man. Tall and strong looking. Bain, as some called him, seemed to be the perfect mix of elf and human. Nice, slender build from the elven side and nice defined muscles from the human side. Most women fawned over him.<br><br>Though the one he wanted to do it wasn't doing it. At least not as much as she used to, not that she ever did it to the extent that some bar whores did. Therrisa Merden. The object of his affection since they were children. She was everything a guy could want and more. For the most part, she was his. They tended to share a room whenever they stayed at Inns and such, not only was it cheaper but it was also just easier. He could remember the day he'd asked her if she'd kissed anyone yet and she said no, so he convinced her that they should be each others first kiss. They'd done nearly everything together for most of their lives.<br><br>Tonight was a special night, at least it was supposed to be. It was their 'anniversary'. Neither of them really kept track of it since they'd never <em>officially</em> stated their status as a couple, but they both tended to view each other in that way. The only problem was that Bain, as handsome as he was and as 'smooth' as he was around other women, was a bit lacking in the physical department. Things had been great for a long time. But over time it had started to diminish. Greatly diminish. It was so bad that he was resorting to buying potions from strange men in the bar that were supposed to get him hard. Therry was beautiful, so why was he having this problem?! It was rather stressful. Bain refused to spend their special night in the bathroom glaring and snapping at his private parts for not performing properly.<br><br>Once in the room, he chugged down the bitter potion the old man had given him and gagged a little at the taste. It was terrible, but if it worked, then it would be worth it. He'd been told to just drink it and just go about business as usual. Kissing, touch, anything he wanted and his body would react the way it was supposed to. That's all Bain wanted. He prayed that if they could have one successful night that his body would be able to take it from there from then on. <br><br>Yanking off his cloak and tossing his stuff onto the small table, he crawled onto the bed and relaxed till she came back. He hoped she'd come back and that she wouldn't try to avoid him tonight. He'd even bought her a new cloak. If tonight went well, that would just make their plans for tomorrow and scavenging the old temple that much better.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fat Loot (Star &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Star Safyre</strong> on <strong>02-03-2011, 23:51:01</strong>
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				"Oh, good lady, your husband will be <em>most </em>pleased," the older woman gushed.&nbsp; "Consider it a good investment for a growing family."<br><br>Therry smirked half-heartedly, unwilling to correct the seamstress' many misunderstandings before paying too many coins for the thin, smooth chemise.&nbsp; For most women in her position, the purchase would be considered pure vanity.&nbsp; By her former standards, the linen chemise was paltry, obscenely thin and too clumsily crafted with wide stitching and following her thinning form too closely.&nbsp; Still, the seamstress spoke with hushed delight at how provocatively the garment clung to her body, offering an enticingly sheer view of her natural form beneath.&nbsp; Her natural form had grown more primal and hungry than at last she beheld herself well in a shop mirror.&nbsp; The three years they had spent on the road had been trying physically as well as mentally.&nbsp; The increasing strain on them both made her begin to wonder if it had been worth what little she had.&nbsp; <br><br>Therrisa Merden had no husband, no growing family, nor was she anymore a good lady.&nbsp; Her dowry was spent across the years of roads and countless unnameable inns, blacksmiths, cobblers, armsmen, and previsioners.&nbsp; Thankfully fate had not set a child in her as her traveling companion was not her husband but a man she loved all the same.&nbsp; The nature of that love surged and shifted like tides, at first nearly sweeping away all her instincts with the romance of the wilderness and adventure then slowly leaving her dry and gasping in the mud.<br><br>Still, she had resolved to cling to him, growing at once sentimental and defiant as the anniversary of her younger sister's wedding came.&nbsp; The night had been warm and the reception wine still hot in her blood when they stole up to her parent's chamber, taking with them only the meager gear they both owned and the full contents of her dowry box.&nbsp; They had made sticking, chaotic love in the dewy grass aside the road that dawn; it was better than any marriage she had envisioned.<br><br>Therry left the shop quickly, not wishing to test the local highwaymen or cutpurses surrounding the inn that had begged a price they could manage.&nbsp; Her sigh and exasperation at being "forced to bed next to <em>him</em>" had been a joke, one which had goaded no worthy defense or reply from him as she had hoped.&nbsp; Even her attacks at his manhood had gone unanswered and Therry began to wonder if he even heard or saw her at all anymore.&nbsp; Her purchase tucked firmly under her arm, she walked with brisk purpose up to their room, unsure if he was retired or still sought to drown his apathy as she had assumed he had wandered off to do.<br><br>When she opened the creaking door, the small room was bathed in yellow light.&nbsp; He lied on the bed, seeming to be waiting.&nbsp; The question was for what he laid awake for sped her heart and twisted her within.<br><br>"Hey," she greeted him, her indifference a flimsy cloak to hide her eagerness.&nbsp; Locking the door behind her, she turned to face him, hoping to see some sign that he already anticipated her desperation to once again be the happy, careless lovers they were.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fat Loot (Star &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 02:23:03</strong>
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				Bainanu laid in their rented bed waiting to see if she would come in tonight. If she didn't, he wouldn't really blame her. This was the anniversary of the first time they made love. If he couldn't perform, then it was best that she not even see him at all. Bain didn't think he could stand to see her disappointed face again. If it didn't happen tonight, then he was worried that it never would again. The thought of their first time together would be enough for any man to want it again. No. He had to think positive.<br><br>Just think about how great it used to be. That's what Bain kept telling himself. Therry was beautiful and strong now as she had been when they first met. A woman that always kept him on his toes and never let anyone push her around. All he had to do was remember the first time they made love. He'd been twenty-three at the time and as a family friend was invited to Therry's sister's wedding. It was beautiful. Warm and happy. For years Therry and he had messed around. Always getting close, but never too close. An occasional kiss here and there. Sweet, love filled looks. And that night he couldn't take his eyes off her. The little tomboy he always ran around in the mud with as children standing there next to her sister wearing the most beautiful dress he can remember seeing. Her hair perfect. Her skin looked like it was glowing. It might have been her sister's day, but Bain always thought Therrisa looked the best.<br><br>That night, filled with wine and passion, they ran away together. Not as lovers, but as two people looking to start an adventure. Though the next morning they became lovers. Therry hadn't been his first, but after being with her, he couldn't remember his first. <br><br>Concentrating on that seemed to nearly do the trick. For the first time in months he felt that wonderful, warm stirring in his loins. It wasn't much at first, but it was a hell of a lot better than what he'd been dealing with for the past few months. So when she walked in and gave him that 'look' from across the room, he smiled a little, "Hey," he said back softly, "I, uh, bought you a new cloak..." he pointed to the small package on the table, "Yours is getting a bit torn up...so I thought you might like a new one.<br><br>Standing up from the bed, a little nervously, he walked over and kissed her softly, "I hope you like it," this was probably the most civil conversation they'd had in two months. Bain also wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her close and press his hips against hers, hoping she could feel <em>it</em>. While not fully hard yet, this was the closest he'd been in what felt like forever. Bainanu was amazed at how well that old man's potion was working. He wasn't doing anything different. Just thinking about her the way he'd always thought of her, "I missed you today," the part-elf said as he leaned down to nuzzle her neck, not really noticing the small parcel she was carrying.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fat Loot (Star &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Star Safyre</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 23:53:18</strong>
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				Therrisa had been born on the threshold of nobility.&nbsp; Countless times, she had heard the story of how her grandmother had been born as the unclaimed half-sister of the current duchess.&nbsp; That indiscretion led to Therry's own legitimately-born mother being made handmaiden to that same elder lady.&nbsp; Her mother's position permitted her to marry a upstanding young knight who had earned his rank by the blood of their country's enemies and not his father's.&nbsp; Each generation had curtsied and succumb in their own way to claw their way into high places.&nbsp; Therry's careless airs and disdain for her suitors only made their sacrifices so much swill, she was told.&nbsp; Therry seized her opportunity to alleviate herself of that familial debt through her little sister's good luck in finding a tolerable husband; since at least one of the girl's had done the family proud, the loss of the second would not be so disastrous.&nbsp; This she assumed from her own conjecture, as Therry had not had any contact, for blessing or curse, from her parents since she had sneaked away that night three years prior.<br><br>Since she had been raised to seek finery but shrivel at its price, her heart was torn as she mentioned the gift.&nbsp; Indeed, her cloak had seen its better days, but if he had paid too much for it, it was from their mutual purse he most likely picked.&nbsp; She sighed, fighting the urge to ask its cost before his soft lips and words made her pause.<br><br>In the roughness of the road, she found it easy to forget that he was, as the polite whispered, "born in a fairy shadow".&nbsp; Few wished to speak of the subject of the strange elven people and fewer whispered of their stolen liaisons.&nbsp; Therry had noticed as a child that her friend was strange in some intangible way, taking on a ethereal grace and alien mystique unique to himself.&nbsp; That same unworldly trace which lingered on his features drew her decidedly to him as she grew, that attraction morphing from innocent friendship toward romantic and then carnal desire.&nbsp; Still, Therry learned that sex was not the final consummation of her unnameable longing for him as there lingered some unsatisfiable need she sought in him.<br><br>That need perked again as his smooth words were joined by his closeness, the warmth of his breath on her neck, the hint of sensual firmness nudging between her thighs.&nbsp; Therry sighed again, the exhalation born less from exasperation and more from excitement.&nbsp; She nestled her cheek to his, smoothing back his hair with her hand.<br><br>"Missed you, too," she whispered as she closed her eyes.&nbsp; "Here... I need to clean up a bit."&nbsp; It was a frail excuse, but she did want to freshen up before presenting herself.&nbsp; She stepped away backwards, moving toward the immodestly short privacy screen behind which waited a pitcher of well water and a basin.&nbsp; It wasn't a perfumed bath, but it was much better than the muddy stream or seawater of the last few weeks.&nbsp; After all, it was their anniversary; she should try to be her best.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fat Loot (Star &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>05-03-2011, 19:12:57</strong>
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				Hearing that she wanted to clean up was not something he wanted. Bainanu wanted to take her over to the bed right now. The part-elf was unsure of how long the potion he'd taken would last or if taking it would help him in the future. That was his hope. That having one good night again would help fix whatever problem he'd been having. He'd gone to a lot of work to make tonight good for them. He'd spent nearly the whole day hauling crates and working the price of the cloak down to a reasonable one. The potion had cost him dearly though. They each had their own money to spend and a shared lump as well. He'd spent every bit of his spare money on that potion. If it didn't work, he was going to throttle that old-toothless man.<br><br>Still, Therry was a woman and most women insisted on cleaning up before becoming intimate. Bain just told himself that it would be worth it and let his hands slip away from her hips. He smiled as she went off to bath, "Don't be too long," he called after her before going back over to the bed. Once settled down, he started removing his clothing and gear. He stripped himself down to his undershirt and breeches before fumbling with the empty potion bottle for a moment. The last thing he wanted was for her to find it. Not that she would know what it was, but he didn't like lying to Therry. Having no idea what to do with it, he simply opened the window of their room and tossed it out. <br><br>Hearing her pouring the water out as he laid back on the bed, hands behind his head, he could easily remember their first few months traveling together. It had been wonderful. They trudged through old buildings and caves to find meager treasures, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was when it came time to settle down for some rest, they would find themselves tangled up in each other. Whether it was in a Inn like this one or simply under the stars on the side of a road or even, at least once, in broad daylight where any passing would either be able to see or hear them. Of course, as some say, the honeymoon ended. They had to take on more dangerous tasks to obtain more worthwhile loot just to afford food. Tonight was the first night in a long time that they had spent the money on a rented room. Once or twice, in the past, he'd lifted her into the window of places like this and climbed up himself so they could avoid paying. If anyone found them, they went right back out the window and ran. Running. Lots of running.<br><br>Reaching down, Bain ran a hand between his legs. Gods, he hadn't felt like this in months. Many months. Not only did he miss making Therry feel good, but he also missed feeling like a 'man'. It was depressing not being able to pleasure a woman. It was one thing to not be good at it. It was completely different to not be able to do it at all. Bain was desperate to show Therrisa that he was still the man he used to be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fat Loot (Star &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Star Safyre</strong> on <strong>06-03-2011, 18:31:40</strong>
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				Hearing his clothing rustling and the window momentarily open and shut, Therry fought the urge to seek up over the top of the screen.&nbsp; After so many days and nights together, even not knowing what he was doing for a moment made her feel uneasy.&nbsp; The entire day away from him had left her uncertain.&nbsp; She had wandered off with the spoken intention of finding more possible loot sites or perhaps a bit of mercenary work.&nbsp; Without him, she felt too timid, too out of place to approach anyone.&nbsp; In fact, the seamstress' shop had been her only prolonged social contact all that day.&nbsp; As she straightened the sheer chemise over her damp skin, Therry hoped it had been worth it.<br><br>"As if you couldn't batter down this screen and have your way with me if you really wanted it," she said, her tone more chiding than teasing.&nbsp; She always felt so crude around him when he was like this, always as if she were some beastly oaf who spoke nothing if out of turn.<br><br>"I mean," she stammered as she emerged from the oblique shadows of the screen.&nbsp; "If you really wanted me."&nbsp; She rested her elbow on the privacy screen, tilting her weight onto one foot to give her hips a hopefully alluring angle.&nbsp; The misty green chemise held to her skin in dark spots, the nearly sheer material ending just at the curve of her thigh and beginning at the slope of her breasts.&nbsp; Her eyes cast longingly over his semi-nude body, lingering where his alchemically-enhanced eagerness shown most.&nbsp; Her lips parted slightly before she quickly brought her gaze back to his.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fat Loot (Star &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>06-03-2011, 20:17:14</strong>
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				As he listened to her chide about how he could break down the screen and take her if he really wanted to, it took a lot of restraint not to snap back at it. They had been in many verbal fights the past few months. Usually involving her saying something like that and then him saying that he was trying to be romantic. Sometimes it went on for hours till they were both too tired to fight and just went to sleep.<br><br>Bain decided that it wasn't enough for her to just feel it against her leg. He wanted her to see that he really wanted her again. Quickly, he kicked out of his breeches and tossed his shirt aside too, leaving him naked. It had been a while since he'd been naked in front of her. Even bathing, they just took turns now instead of sharing time together in whatever stream or river they found. Right now, he was extremely happy to see his member standing tall and proud between his legs. It was something she'd probably not seen in a while. What made him most upset was that he could see some little tramp in a tavern wearing a low cut shirt or nothing but a corset and he was immediately hard. Maybe not full hardness, but more than Therry had given him in a while. Or he'd even wake up with that tightness between his legs. The biggest problem was that when they started to fool around, he would go limp. Bain didn't understand. He'd even tried being with one of those girls in the tavern, but managed to have the same problem. It just wasn't right and made him feel, well, less of a man.<br><br>Not tonight though. Bain was going to have his problem fixed and Therry wasn't going to take shot as hit pride anymore.<br><br>When she came out from behind the bathing screen, he felt his jaw drop a little. Dress up clothing was not something they commonly went for. Mostly because of the price. But seeing her dressed like that, in that, it reminded him of how she looked the night of her sister's wedding. All pretty and soft. The small wet spots where it stuck to her skin made it that much better, "Wow...you look..." he couldn't think of the best word right away, "...amazing," he didn't ask or care how much it had cost, "You'd be angry if I tore that off you, wouldn't you?" he asked teasingly as he got up from the bed and walked over to her. His fingers found her hips easily and started tugging the thin fabric up higher.<br><br>Bainanu leaned down and pressed his lips eagerly against her's, tugging lightly on her hips as he tried get them over to the bed, "Gods I've missed you," he moaned against her lips. Not only did he just miss having her around today, but he missed this. Their bodies pressed together. So warm and needy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fat Loot (Star &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Star Safyre</strong> on <strong>06-03-2011, 23:50:33</strong>
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				He was so perfect, Therrisa realized.&nbsp; His silk-smooth skin, his fleeting whispers, his deep-gazing eyes, his soft hair, his wiry physique: she'd been foolish to think he could desire her as she did him.&nbsp; Bain could have any girl who took his interest, and Therry knew she had nothing to offer him that was in any way as unique or stunning as she saw him to be.&nbsp; He had even stopped responding to her closeness, finding him utterly limp at their most intimate moment.&nbsp; So when his look lingered too long on a barmaid or an innkeeper's daughter, she ignored it.&nbsp; Recently, she'd been emboldened by drink enough to encourage him to bed one, if only to finally mention the redness of the roof as the saying went.&nbsp; She sat awake in the common room all the night, the next day finding them both dark-eyed and exhausted though for quite different reasons.&nbsp; It was obvious to her that he far outmatched her in looks and grace; it was only a matter of time before he entirely abandoned her.<br><br>His appreciative gaze might have taken as polite falsehood had he not been so fully in his manhood.&nbsp; At his question, she could only snicker, covering her mouth like the child he had first known her as.&nbsp; He greeted her tangibly, and her own body swirled within in response.&nbsp; Therrisa leaned onto his embrace, finding her lips on his own.&nbsp; She followed his simple dance, her steps light until she lay back on their bed.&nbsp; His words reverberated through her, and Therry felt once again his authentic affection, his need for her.<br><br>"You know there's no need to miss me," she whispered, that giggle still persisting in her voice.&nbsp; Therrisa lied back, letting his body nestle within her own.&nbsp; "I'm always right..." she paused, pulling him close by the waist as she tilted her hips up toward his.&nbsp; "Here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fat Loot (Star &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>07-03-2011, 03:15:05</strong>
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				As perfect as she found him to be, that's how beautiful she was to him. So many girls born into her status, despite not being too high, were snobbish and looked down their noses at everyone. Even women of lower class did that at times. But she'd always been willing to get her hands dirty and play with the boys. She was tall, unlike many from their own. Standing almost eye to eye with him. That only enhanced how assertive she was and he loved it. Even with her slight body change from their years on the road, he still loved every curve. While forbidden to talk about it, he'd been taken to visit the elves several times growing up and found the women to be unattractive. The whole ethereal beauty was lost on him. He loved Therry's supposed 'plain' beauty.<br><br>Now, dressed in that thin, nothing-left-to-the-imagination chemise, he remember just how much and why he loved her. A strong woman willing to do what was needed to get what she wanted. They walked back towards the bed, stumbling as they kissed till they both nearly fell over onto the mattress. It didn't matter that it wasn't the most comfortable bedding, but instead that it was Therry. Then that little giggle in her throat, telling him that she was always right here for him, and her well formed hips pressing up into his. Yes, this was what Bain missed. Their passion.<br><br>"I hope that's a promise," he said with a smirk. The part-elf wiggled himself between her thighs. More memories of their intimate times together flooded his mind. They always said that absences makes the heart grow fonder. Hopefully that worked the same with sex. That their lack of it for so long would make it perfect tonight. He could feel her warm body against his and wanted it that much more. The tip of his member pressed needfully against the soft skin of her inner thigh, "Do you remember the first time we did this?" he asked with a smile, "On the side of the road, with the grass still wet with dew, and you still in your bride's maid gown..." he remembered being too impatient to wait for her to get it off and ripping it up the side with a dagger.<br><br>Eager fingers moved up her torso, rubbing against the lovely fabric of her tiny night gown, "We are definitely keeping this..." Bain moaned as he leaned down and kissed at her bare neck, down the bare part of her chest, and to the edge of the mist green chemise.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fat Loot (Star &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Star Safyre</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 00:14:10</strong>
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				She had been a bit more sober by the time they collapsed together in the grassy ditch than when they had first made their escape.&nbsp; Most of that first night was a wine-smeared blur, beginning somewhere after the toast, a seemingly endless stream of dancing, and a stolen moment of passion in the garden which inspired her to giddy tumbles up the stairs to her parents' bedroom. The night air was alive with stars and their laughter as they dashed away into the darkness.&nbsp; Therry had given him her dowry and her maidenhood without any promises, giving her nothing but the irrepressible passion to do anything she pleased.<br><br>After a couple dower years, the dewy roads became muddy pits in which no love stirred.&nbsp; Yet warm and protected in a strange inn at least a hundred days' journey from their homeland, Therrisa again felt fixed to him, adoring the house she made under his kiss and the ramparts of his embrace.&nbsp; His lips bore a foreign taste, as if the liquor he had drunk that day was some exotic brew she had never smelled before.&nbsp; Regardless of its momentarily bitter ghost, it couldn't sour the sweetness of his affection.&nbsp; Her mouth traveled southerly, open and anxious along his body. <br><br>"Hmm... If you stay like this," she replied between needy kisses to his neckline, "I'll never... wear anything else."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fat Loot (Star &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 19:51:40</strong>
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				Her lips, her tongue, her fingers, her hips, everything about her...Bain wanted it all. And for the first time in a long time, he felt that he was going to get what he wanted. What they both wanted. To be lovers again. Even though they had never officially stated their relationship, Bain had done his best to remain faithful to her. The few times he'd tried to be with other women had been after his 'problem' started and he'd never been able to go through with it. Whether that was due to his conscious or due to his inability was unknown.<br><br>Feeling her soft kisses and hearing her soft words muttered into his neck, he shivered. Bain needed her now. He wasn't sure how long that potion would last and it had just been too long. He needed to have her right now. Foreplay could wait till another night and time. The part-elf wanted to make love to Therry, "Promises, promises," he teased as he pushed his hips up between her legs, "I'm sure hiking up a mountain in that will be fun," he teased again.<br><br>Sitting up, he smiled down at her. Gods she was beautiful. How he could have ever had an issue with getting hard for her he would never know. No woman had ever felt as good in his arms as she did. The sex had always, before this issue, felt amazing. Slowly, he moved his hips up against hers. Feeling his member brush against her warm sex, "Oh, Therry..." he purred her name as he ran his fingers down her soft, lovely body. The small, thin outfit she had on was too gorgeous for him to want to take off.<br><br>That's when it happen. Her big, beautiful eyes staring up at him. That expecting look on her face. Her warm kisses and words. Bainanu was in trouble. That warm, comfortable feeling between his leg was cooling off and he suddenly had that dreadful feeling. Something was wrong. Very, very wrong. With a small groan, he felt himself unable to push inside her. Bain gave a small, nervous laugh as he reached down between their bodies and stroked himself a little. It was no use. The more he messed with it, the more limp it got, "No, no, no..." he growled at himself.<br><br>Without a look to Therrisa, he sat back on the bed, "Dammit! That old man is gonna pay..." he growled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fat Loot (Star &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Star Safyre</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 18:04:54</strong>
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				Though she giggled and squirmed like a virgin under his masculine pressure, they both knew well the carnal delights they had partaken in each other.&nbsp; Secretly, Therry considered their tangible love only the a gesture of the unnameable longing she bore for him.&nbsp; Before Bain, she had dallied with young men, mostly in jest and never in promises.&nbsp; To only him had she gifted herself fully, despite her threats and teases that she could find a boy with half his years or an elder thrice his age who could both maintain their manhoods twice as long.<br><br>The empty threats and caustic words evaporated now, melted into a liquid bliss she could feel rallying within her.&nbsp; Feeling nothing but the gauzy material of her intimates between them, Therry longed for less but was willing to keep it if he would only continue...<br><br>But he no longer awaited her.&nbsp; She felt her longing answered with indifference, and the momentary urgency was lost.&nbsp; There was the disappointed groan, the feeble laugh, the humiliating fumbling.&nbsp; Therry lied beneath him, rolling her eyes toward the headboard.<br><br>When he moved away, Therry did the same, wishing to remove them both from the familiar indignity.&nbsp; Crossing her legs and her arms, she examined the ceiling with a disappointed sigh.<br><br>"Dammit! That old man is gonna pay..."<br><br>Her face twisted in an acidic mixture of sarcasm and curiosity.&nbsp; "Old man?&nbsp; Do I want to know what an old man's done to your pecker?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fat Loot (Star &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 01:08:07</strong>
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				Feeling her body move on the bed next to him, Bain rolled his eyes some at her words, "And why should I tell you? So you can take some more shots at me?" he growled. The mood had changed very quickly from awkward to intimate to hateful, "Cause that always seems to help, right?" climbing up from the bed he felt a little light headed. He needed out of here and away from her. As angry as he wanted to be with Therry, he knew it wasn't her fault. She had been supportive in the beginning. Telling him that they could just lay together, that they could just kiss, and that these things probably happened to all men once in a while. But all that caring and supportive nature went away after a while. No. It wasn't her, but he wanted to blame someone. Right now he wanted to blame that old hack that had given him that potion.<br><br>"Toothless, old bat is probably laughing his head off right now," he growled as he grabbed his trousers and pulled them on.<br><br>Bain was too angry to talk to her right now. That old bastard was going to pay for this. Not only had the potion not worked, but it failed at the worst moment! What had happened?! He'd done everything right. This wasn't fair. Sure, he'd not lived a perfect life, but he didn't deserve this. No man deserved to not be able to pleasure the woman they cared for. Grabbing his dagger from the table, he was ready to slit the man's throat over this. It had been dangled in his face and now it was gone. It was almost cruel. Someone had to pay for this.<br><br>Without another glance to her, the part-elf rushed out of the room and back down to the tavern. Much to his surprise, the old man was still sitting exactly where he'd left him. Sipping from a mug and relaxing. Bain walked over with rage in his eyes, "You have some nerve still being here," he growled and the man just cocked an eyebrow at him. He jammed his knife into the wooden table, "It. Didn't. Work." he growled again.<br><br>"Really? It's the same one I use. Should work just fine for a young man like you," he said calmly.<br><br>"Well it didn't," he was trying to keep his voice from raising too much and drawing attention to them, "Or rather it worked and then it stopped."<br><br>"Huh...well, that is strange..." the old man offered and caught sight of Bain's pointed ears, "You got elf in you, Boy?"<br><br>It was a strange question, but Bain was up for any explanation, "My father is half-elf. So what?"<br><br>The man nodded, "That explains it," though Bain was still looking at him with frustration, confusion, and anger, "I don't know much about elves, but I know that most potions don't work on 'em. More so ones that mess with natural body stuff like yer little problem. Sorry. You shoulda told me before and I wouldn't have sold it to you...here, for your <em>trouble</em>," he reached into one of his pockets and tossed half of Bain's money back to him.<br><br>Not happy with the answer, Bain grabbed the money, "Old hack," he growled and walked away. There was no point in threatening for more. Bain should have known better than to think it would have worked. Why would it? Everything had been good in his life till now. Something bad was bound to happen, he just hadn't expected this. This was an old man's problem, not someone like him...but it seemed he had little choice in it.<br><br>Instead of going back up to Therry, he just made his way over to the bar. Determined to drowned himself in alcohol.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fat Loot (Star &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Star Safyre</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 18:32:21</strong>
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				Even after their years together and the hazards and complications expected and unexpected on the road living as opportunists, Therry rarely saw him angry.&nbsp; Frustrated, upset, maybe irritated, sure, but never in a fury like she saw him now.&nbsp; Her mouth snapped shut as she immediately regretted the snide remark.&nbsp; Unconsciously, she drew the blanket over her lap and to her chest as his angry words growled and snapped out.&nbsp; Her mind flickered through things she could say, things that could make it better, calm him down, perhaps salvage the moment, but none came by the time he had dressed and left brandishing his knife.<br><br>"Great gods, he's going to kill someone," she muttered frantically as he strode out into the tavern, leaving the door open.<br><br>Knocking down the privacy screen, she snatched up her pants.&nbsp; Tugging them on, she became tangled in the legs and tumbled onto the floor.&nbsp; Not bothering with the ties, she scrambled out into the common room carrying her own dagger as well.&nbsp; She stood among the gritty men and worn women, some of both giving her leers and uncovered laughter as she stood barely covered and panicked.<br><br>The innkeeper's wife, a woman with a green muffin cap and a few wispy gray hairs poking out of it, gave Therry a smirk before nodding toward the barroom.&nbsp; "He's in there, love," she sighed as she collected a handful of empty mugs from a trio of gawking young laborers.&nbsp; "And take it outside if ya mean to be makin a mess."<br><br>Therry's shaken expression was all the thanks she was given before Therry found herself in the barroom.&nbsp; Here the men were drunker and quieter, few giving the young woman more than a cautious glance.&nbsp; Still, their bloodshot eyes watched as the dagger-wielding, half-dressed woman approached Bain from behind.<br><br>Her arms fell limp to her sides, her eyes losing their terrified width as she glanced over the hay-strewn floor.&nbsp; Nervously, she crossed her arms, suddenly aware of the transparency of her top and the openness of her pants.&nbsp; "I'm... Are you alright?" she asked, her voice caught between her authentic worry and the false casualness she needed to retain what dignity they had left.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fat Loot (Star &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>30-03-2011, 21:12:07</strong>
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				Bain ordered himself several shots of whatever the bartender would give him. He didn't know what to do or to think. He refused to believe that this was Therry's fault. Despite finding other women attractive, he'd never really wanted to be with any other woman after meeting her. It had to be him. There was something wrong with him. That made him angry with himself. What was wrong with him? <br><br>He couldn't help but remember back to something his father told him when he was younger. That it would be best for him to try and find an elven woman to marry. He always kind of felt that his father felt exiled by the elves for being a half-breed and was trying to use Bain to get back into that world. But he'd never found elven women all that attractive and most were flat when it came to personality (and body). Maybe this sort of thing was common among part-elves. Bain didn't know. If it was, it would certainly explain why his parents had never had another child.<br><br>Sighing, he chugged down the few shots in front of him and put his head down on the slightly dingy bar top. He couldn't help but think that maybe it was time to part ways. They'd been together for a long time, as lovers and as friends. It was apparent that since being lovers they couldn't be friends anymore. Every time they tried it just got messy. It would seem that both of them wanted too much for it to be more than friendship.<br><br>Hearing her behind him, he sighed heavily. Right this moment he felt pretty terrible, "Do you think I'm alright?" he half snapped and half sighed. It wasn't just Therry. He'd tried really hard with that one night barmaid. He was drunk and she'd obviously wanted him, but he failed at that too. This <em>problem</em> was his fault and he didn't know how to fix it, "What are you doing down here dressed like that?" these kinds of places were filled with scum, "You shouldn't be down here..." Bain wanted to drink himself sick, but he couldn't do it while she was here. He was also worried that were she jumped, she might not be able to defend herself in such a state.<br><br>"...just go..." he muttered before raising a hand to the bartender to signal he wanted another drink. One to add to his already three empty glasses. As much as he wanted Therry's support, he didn't want to be pitied. He wanted to be what he was supposed to be. A man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fat Loot (Star &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Star Safyre</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 16:25:17</strong>
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				Useless, the dagger felt awkward in her hand.&nbsp; In her haste, its sheath was left back in the room, so Therry decided the only logical place to lay it was on the bartop itself.&nbsp; She took the nearest stool, an arm's length away, and made no move closer.&nbsp; Silently, she tied the binding of her pants, her posture bent in modesty.&nbsp; She mirrored his signal, ignoring his half-hearted charge to leave him be.&nbsp; A man in his mood should not be left alone.&nbsp; A man like him could never be alone for long.&nbsp; Like the abandoned dagger sheath, she knew staying in empty and unused back in the room would only leave her bitter and colder.&nbsp; No matter how miserable he looked now, she knew they would only become more downtrodden alone.<br><br>Therry accepted the grog she was brought, silent as to how watery it looked.&nbsp; No doubt the additional dilution was based on her sex; no one expected a girl to hold her drink.&nbsp; Therry thought it pointless to argue with the barkeep, knowing she would only be pointing her frustration at someone if only to give herself a target.<br><br>She sipped her drink in silence, knowing her presence was enough to comfort or goad him into talking.&nbsp; She would never leave him.&nbsp; She could never leave him, no matter how trying it was.&nbsp; Therry knew she had no where else to go and no one else to be with.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fat Loot (Star &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>07-04-2011, 19:34:19</strong>
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				Bain was a little annoyed when she didn't leave. Instead of going and leaving him to drink away his problems, she sat a few feet away and ordered herself a drink. Didn't she understand that he wanted to be alone? This was his problem and she didn't need to be dealing with it anymore. Maybe he should just go back to the elves. He was guaranteed a life there. A job, a home, and maybe even a wife. The best part was no one, even his wife, would expect him to be a good lover. They were very strict people and the elven women were, in the nicest terms, frigid. That's why he'd always loved Therry, she was nothing like them. But maybe that was what he needed now. When he was younger and went to the elven lands the men always looked so cold and the women always so bored. They might have been considered beautiful and such by other races, but they didn't know what the elves were really like. It was terrible living like that.<br><br>Sighing, he drank down the horrible drink he'd bought and laid his head down on the bar top. He just didn't care what the others in the bar thought about him right now. About the fact that he was half undressed, looked a mess, and had an obviously beautiful woman next to him and he made no move for her. If his manhood wasn't working, then what point was there in pretending like he had one to a bunch of strangers.<br><br>It was decided. Tomorrow he would help her with that temple they'd heard about and then he'd go back to the elven lands. She could go back home or continue on her own. She was strong and smart, she could make it on her own. He was sure of it. All he was was extra baggage at this point. There was little he could do that she couldn't, "Therry...I'm going back to Silvanesti," the Silvanesti Elves were very prejudiced people and highly intolerant of other cultures and races. It was hard to imagine that someone like Bain was related to them, but he was, "It's for the best. My Uncle Gil will help me there," maybe not with his issue, but with finding a job and finding a way to fit in among people that would see him as dirt. He'd likely end up a servant or something, but at least he wouldn't have to deal with this anymore.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fat Loot (Star &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Star Safyre</strong> on <strong>08-04-2011, 23:47:39</strong>
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				Sitting together in silence was enough for her.&nbsp; Just to know he would sleep next to her tonight and leave with her in the morning was enough.&nbsp; The more she pondered his problem, the less she realized she cared.&nbsp; It was only his body.&nbsp; Soon enough, every man and woman's body stopped responding, and it was not as if it was the only means he had to please her.&nbsp; Surely he showed his care at ever other time.&nbsp; Even in small things like checking the tightness of her bundle or cutting back the foliage in their path, he showed that he cared.&nbsp; Every stolen moment they shared showed he cared.&nbsp; He didn't need to do or say anything for Therry to understand that he loved her as much as she did him.&nbsp; As he sighed, she realized her chest ached to watch him so distantly.&nbsp; Therry leaned toward him, her stool creaking with the gentle shift as she reached out to smooth his hair.<br><br>Her had froze in the air at his words.&nbsp; Therry... I'm going back to Silvanesti..."<br><br>He muttered some excuse, some limp reason for him to seem to want to be there.&nbsp; Therry knew two things about Silvanesti: it was brimming with priggish, racist elves and Bain hated it there.&nbsp; He had dazzled her as a girl with his stories from his visit to his uncle: the ladies with stiff backs and unblinking eyes, the gentlemen without openings on the front of their pants, the statue-like faces with noses and ears high in the air.&nbsp; Therry knew she could lay her own eyes on the place as the Silvanesti elves guarded their lands from curious and boorish humans, making only a begrudging exception for "quarter-bloods" like Bain.<br><br>Her gut tightened, burning with an indignity that had nothing to do with her immodest dress.&nbsp; "Help you, eh?" she sneered.&nbsp; "So what, dowry coffer's finally empty and now you're... you're slinking off?&nbsp; Slinking off where... where..."<br><em><br>Where you know I can never follow?</em><br><br>The words were too sharp for her tongue, the truth of them too bitter to voice.&nbsp; The sickness rising in her felt nothing to do with the poor drink in her hand, a drink she realized she might not even be able to afford.<br><br>A darkly amused snort convulsed through her, a helpless smirk on her lips.&nbsp; "Are you sure they'll even let you in with fresh human stink all over you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fat Loot (Star &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 19:45:39</strong>
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				Bain felt bad enough as it was that he'd made the choice to go back to the Elven Lands. They would treat him horribly and he knew it. He wasn't even a half-blood. He was more human than elf and that was disgusting to them. The best he could hope for was becoming some high and mighty elf lord's stepping stool of a servant. He'd never make any real money. Simply living day to day...but at least there no one would expect anything of him. More importantly, no women would be expecting anything of him. They wouldn't want him to please them, much less touch them in any way. No one would make him feel like less of a man.<br><br>Then she said it. She said <em>dowry coffer's finally empty</em>...that hit him hard. Did she really think that's the only reason he had stayed with her? Did she think all he wanted was a few coins? Hadn't he been as good to her all this time? With the exception of his current inability he'd done everything he possibly could for her. If he hadn't convinced her to leave her family, then she would be stuck married to some horrible, old man that cared nothing for her and stuck living the life of a bored woman who only took joy in finding a new color thread to weave into her stitching. She never would have got to experience the world like this if he hadn't helped her escape. Neither of their lives before now had been particularly difficult, but they were boring. Neither of them had had anything to look forward to in the future. It didn't matter that life was hard now, because he enjoyed knowing she was right there with him.<br><br>Now it just felt like she would prefer to be married and settled with a man that could at least please her. Isn't that what this was about? She was upset because he was a failure as a man. She'd taken many shots at him for it. The snide comments and sneering looks were enough to make him realize that. <br><br>As for the 'human stink', that just made him angrier. He was 3/4th human and the elves knew that. They didn't give a damn who he slept with so long as it wasn't a proper elven woman. If there was a 'human stink', it would be coming from him. At least Therry was a pure-blood, so long as it was human. It was him that they looked down, "You know damn well they look down on me more than they would you," he growled and got up from the counter, stumbling a little. It was obvious he'd had more to drink than he should have, "I've never cared about your damn dowry either."<br><br>The bar tender had already warned him against fighting in the bar. Bain knew if he stayed here he would break that rule, whether he fought Therry or someone else. Bain pushed his way back to their room. He didn't stop for anyone or anything till he got in there. After tomorrow, he would leave. He'd go to his elven uncle and live there. Only reason he didn't head out tonight was because he didn't want to leave Therry with nothing. They had plans for a scavenge tomorrow and he wanted to go through with it. If the temple really had everything in it that people said it did, then she would be set fo a long time. People said that the worshipers that lived there left behind all their gold and possessions hidden away. No one had been able to find it so far, but he was confident that they could.<br><br>Sighing, he grabbed the extra blanket from the bed and started laying it out on the floor. He doubted Therry would want him sleeping in the same bed as him tonight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fat Loot (Star &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Star Safyre</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 02:42:08</strong>
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				She would not cry in a tavern.&nbsp; She would not be one of those women bawling after a drunken man for the delight of the wayward and the low.&nbsp; Therry, though born modestly, refused to let her emotion weigh her down to the point of indignity.&nbsp; Even if she was half-dressed and armed, she would not add tears to her performance.&nbsp; She would not blubber out melodramatic confessions of the tender state of her heart or the tenacity of her adoration.&nbsp; No, Therry was raised better than that.&nbsp; <br><br>These assurances did nothing to dam the her brimming eyes as she stared into the watery grog, holding her breath and counting until she knew he was gone.&nbsp; After twenty he was likely out into the common room.&nbsp; After fifty he would be out of the building.&nbsp; Therry stubbornly finished her tasteless drink, the grinning bartender waiting for her.<br><br>"No charge, love," the bartender said with more mirth than Therry cared for.&nbsp; She bolted from her stool, making her way up the stairs back to their room.&nbsp; At least there she could weep in peace, the sick burn in her stomach matching the one growing behind her watering eyes.<br><br>Finding the door unlatched, she entered slowly with a perplexed look on her face.<br><br>He was still there.<br><br>The crude bed he was making on the floor caught her wounded emotions as being endearingly pathetic.&nbsp; Even if he was ready to leave her forever, going to live in perhaps the only place she could not be with him, he would sleep on the floor near her.&nbsp; Her throat became thick with tears she refused to cry.&nbsp; Worse than blubbering for the amusement of strangers was being a sobbing idiot to the one she wanted to be strongest with.&nbsp; She swallowed, shutting the door quietly behind her.<br><br>Watching him for a long, quiet moment, she finally asked, "When?"&nbsp; If he would not tell her why, at least she would know how long they had left.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fat Loot (Star &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 20:26:59</strong>
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				What was Bain supposed to do? His Uncle would say that it had just been a phase. That any elven man given time outside their home land were tempted by the curvy, bouncy human women. So long as they didn't get the women pregnant, it was a forgivable thing. Bain didn't want to think of Therry as a <em>phase</em> of his elven blood. It wasn't like she was the only woman he'd been with, but she was one of very few. He didn't like the thought of leaving her, but what was the point in staying? All she would do was continue looking down on him for being less of a man. That what he was, wasn't he? Less of a man. Hardly a man at all. He couldn't please a woman, particularly the one he wanted to please, so he was fit to be with her. She deserved to be able to move on and find someone that could please her the way he used to. <br><br>Not just sexually, of course, but that was a large part of it.<br><br>The part-elf had just laid out on his little bed on the floor when he heard the door open. Instead of saying anything or even looking at her, he just closed his eyes and tried to sleep. At least that is what he wanted to do till he heard that one word float into his ears. One question, rather. <em>When?</em> When what? When would he leave her? Bain supposed she had a right to know that. He didn't like the thought of a messy goodbye or parting, but he certainly didn't like the thought of her waking up alone one day to realize he wasn't going to come back.<br><br>"Day after tomorrow," he said softly. They would go on their hunt through the old temple and sell whatever they could. Bain planned on leaving her with most of the profit and only keeping enough to get him to the Elven lands. He owed her that, "I'll leave early..." the whole time he just kept his eyes on the floor that was just inches from his face, "You can have whatever we find tomorrow. That ought to make up for the dowry you seem to think was so important to me," he added in a snap.<br><br>Bain grabbed the edge of the thin sheet he was using as a blanket it and tugged it up before putting his back completely to her. He had nothing more to say. Anything else would have been senseless to bring up. They would just go their own ways and one day she would forget about him completely. He was sure of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fat Loot (Star &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Star Safyre</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 20:32:19</strong>
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				Her eyes burning with withheld tears, Therry crossed the room briskly.&nbsp; She blew out the single lamp, her bare feet stomping across the loose floor boards toward the bed.&nbsp; Throwing herself down on the thin covers, she laid on her back with arms crossed.&nbsp; The room grew still again as she listened.&nbsp; Was there any hitch in his breath, any sniff or stutter to betray his emotions in the dark?&nbsp; Could she hear anything she could not see?<br><br>She turned onto her side, her blind gaze searching the floor beneath the bedside.&nbsp; She saw what she heard: nothing, as if he were already gone.<br><em><br>No,</em> she thought.&nbsp; <em>If he was gone, I could cry all I wanted.</em><br><br>Therry coughed, trying to clear her mind and her throat.&nbsp; "Fine," she snipped.&nbsp; "You can leave whenever you like."&nbsp; Though her words were biting, there was no venom there, no acrid anger left in her.&nbsp; She was spent, emotionally, physically, sexually, and financially.&nbsp; There was nothing left, and it was in this hollow that Therry found no rest that night.&nbsp; The next day would bring an end to all the future she had ever planned; she met it as stubbornly and unprepared as she ever was.<br><br>Then again, few could prepare for what awaited them in the deserted temple.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fat Loot (Star &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>20-03-2012, 23:59:13</strong>
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				Bain didn't get much sleep either that night. He could her hear cough once in a while and clearing her throat. It tore at him each time he heard her make a noise or move in the bed. He knew he shouldn't leave her like this, but he was also sure she could handle herself. They had been through more than enough together for her to develop the skills needed to be independent. She knew how to hunt for food, how to make camp, how to start a fire, and how to stretch a coin to make it last as long as possible. They had also been through more than enough fights. She knew how to use a knife fairly well and she could defend herself in almost any situation. Women these days were not simply restricted to being mothers and house keepers. Many were out traveling the roads. Therry wouldn't be alone in her journeys. Bain was sure that while it would be hard at first, but it would get easier. <br><br>Things were certainly not going to get any easier for Bain though. In just a few days he would be crawling to his Uncle and begging to be taken in. Once there, he'd be treated like an outcast and as less than a half-breed. The others there would make fun of him and his father. They would say horrible things about how his grandmother had allowed herself to be raped by a human man and allowed herself to keep the half-breed child that was his father. He'd be stuck cleaning laundry or something in some elven lord's house. At least he wouldn't have to worry about women anymore. It wasn't like any elven female would have him.<br><br>When the sun finally started to creep through the window, Bain got up quickly to dress. He somewhat just wanted to get this trip over with. Despite the old stories about the great treasures of the temple they were going to, he had his doubts. They had heard stories like this before only to find the places already ransacked and stripped bare. Those stories usually came about because someone had already been there. Still, it never hurt to look.<br><br>Not even checking to see if she was awake, he muttered a fast, "I'll be down stairs..." before leaving the room so she could get ready. Bain used to greatly enjoy watching her dress and undress. It was no big secret to Therry that he'd always had a strange liking for 'watching' her. Whether she was just dressing or bathing, he just liked looking at her. Lately, though, he'd been avoiding even doing that anymore.<br><br>Sighing softly to himself, he ignored the looks the bartender was giving him as he looked over their maps and made a mental double check of all their equipment. He just wanted to treat the rest of today like it was any other day from the past few weeks. Then, tonight, they would go their own ways. Likely never see each other again. Bain had to make himself stop thinking about it as it made his chest feel tight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fat Loot (Star &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Star Safyre</strong> on <strong>01-04-2012, 19:50:50</strong>
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				In the still, dim morning, she could hear his lithe steps around their small room.&nbsp; Motes of dust floated lazily through the shaft of light coming from the high, modest window, and Bain was going through his little rituals he always did when waking.&nbsp; Therry laid still, at first content to listen to his soft motions before again waking fully to the memory of the night before.<br><br>This would be the last time she heard him like this.<br><br>Her eyes were sore with unshed tears, feeling swollen and heavy beyond a typical sleepless night.&nbsp; It had always seemed that no matter how bad the night, Bain was always fresh, always ready to gently begin the day.&nbsp; The languidness of her body and her heart made rising an unattractive thought, and it wasn't until he announced his intention to go down to the common room that Therry gave the idea of getting up any real consideration.<br><br>The door shut behind him and those light steps grew muffled as he traveled away.&nbsp; The room sat still and stale as ration crackers without him.&nbsp; Therry groaned as she rose, hoping to fill the emptiness if only with her own solitude.&nbsp; She went through the motions of readying herself, a feeling of buoyancy and feebleness in her gestures as if she had lost too much healthy weight by a sickness or too much bedrest.&nbsp; It was going to be a long day, but Therry knew the weeks of uncertain loneliness would be longer.<br><br>Dressed in her leathers and with her pack on her back, Therry greeted him with silence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fat Loot (Star &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>04-04-2012, 20:45:50</strong>
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				Bain had to keep telling himself that this is what was for the best. Therry would be better off on her own. He needed to convince himself that she would be alright. That once he was gone, she would be upset for a bit, but in time she would be happier. Eventually she would find a new man and they would be happy together. It made him a little ill to think about her in bed with another man, but it wasn't like he was bedding her lately. People were right, there was no place in the world for a half-breed or part-breed elf. His father had managed to find a wife, but it didn't mean the man was happy. It was hard for his father to find and keep work. He knew that if Therry and he stayed together that things would just get harder for them. First his inability to make love to her and next them being forced to always travel because no one would give him a stable job. What if Therry decided she wanted a family one day? Bain wasn't sure he could handle that. She would be happier with someone else in her life. <br><br>As much as she might have thought he was leaving her because the money was gone, he felt that he was just a phase in her life. He'd gotten her started on the life she deserved and now it was time for him to leave and for her to start with the next phase of her life. Bain told himself that even if he weren't having the problem he was that they would have eventually got to this point. Therry deserved so much more than he could give her.<br><br>Finally, she made her way down the stairs and he pulled his pack onto his own back and walked past her out the door without a word to her. What was there to say? By this time tomorrow he would be on his way to his Uncle's home. So it wasn't like they needed to plan anything else. He planned on letting Therry keep anything they found. She'd done enough deals to know how to sell things and stretch money to last a long time. She would be alright. Therry was a smart woman and strong too. He felt lucky to have been able to know her.<br><br>It was still rather early in the morning and there weren't many people out yet, "We should be done by dinner time," he said softly, "Everyone says this place was the temple to some strange cult. They worshipped the human body. Have you heard anything about it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fat Loot (Star &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Star Safyre</strong> on <strong>08-04-2012, 17:01:30</strong>
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				Good, he wanted to talk business.&nbsp; Better to keep things professional today.&nbsp; Therry knew a day spent rehashing the old days or any talk of their separate futures would only compound the heavy weight on her chest until more tears and angry words spilled out to ruin their last memories of one another.&nbsp; Better to keep it civil.&nbsp; Better to stay formal.&nbsp; Better to pretend the foundation he had built her new world around wasn't slipping away.<br><br>"Some kind of fertility cult," she muttered, rooting in her pouch for the curled map she had purchased.&nbsp; Spreading it on the counter, she leaned back to allow him to better inspect the details.&nbsp; "They had a kind of obsession with bounty and creation, so they probably sacrificed a lot of stuff to their gods.&nbsp; The locals said nothing nasty's moved in as far as they know, but there's still probably some beasts and the like.&nbsp; Probably just vermin.&nbsp; Nothing we can't take easy care of."<br><br>She tipped her chin toward the groggy bartender.&nbsp; "Cider," she ordered quietly.&nbsp; It was going to be a long day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fat Loot (Star &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 19:48:06</strong>
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				Fertility cult. Great. Just another reminder of what a failure in the bedroom he was. There was a time when he'd eventually wanted a family, but now he was positive that it would never happen. If he couldn't make love to the one woman he truly cared for, then how did he expect to ever have a child? It just didn't seem to be a possibility anymore. Bain just had to accept that he wasn't likely to be around women anymore. The only elven women that would want him were the ones that were going through some kind of rebelious phase and wanting to go against their true nature. Once the allure of being with a part-breed like him wore off, they would head back to their families and beg for forgiveness. No, he couldn't think about that right now. <br><br>"If they know that nothing nasty has moved in, then chances are that someone has already been in there," not that that information had stopped them before. In the past that had simply meant that this place would be more about the information and adventure than the prize. Bain couldn't let it be like that today. They had to find something, "We'll find something. There is always something," in his experience, no one could ever clear out everything. They would find at least one little thing that was worth something. Bain was still sure that he was going to hand whatever it was over to her and let her get the money from it. He could get to his uncle's home without it. It would be difficult, yes, but he would rather have to suffer getting there broke than know that she was having a hard time. Sort of like a punishment for himself.<br><br>"We should head up there now and get an early start on it. Most vermin sleep during the day, so we can take the little beasts by surprise if we need to," not to mention that the longer they took, the more chances there were to fight or bring up uncomfortable conversations, "Are you ready to go?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fat Loot (Star &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Star Safyre</strong> on <strong>22-04-2012, 18:32:22</strong>
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				His voice had always seemed distant.&nbsp; Bain was a man who rarely raised his voice, even in his slow anger.&nbsp; As he murmured over the map, Therry watched his lips.&nbsp; Those same lips she had shared wine and kisses with had just a few short hours ago pronounced the end of their life together.&nbsp; It had been a life together: not merely time spent with one another, but a unity of action and purpose, their days and nights spent in sweet synchronicity.&nbsp; He'd stripped the threads from the rope, and it was all slowly unraveling in her hands, leaving her with nothing.&nbsp; Already it seemed his voice was fading, his attention floating away like a foreign ship.&nbsp; Though she knew this last day was precious, Therry hated every aching moment of the damned thing.&nbsp; She sipped her cider, trying not to notice how his eyes gazed beyond the map, how his words already spoke of leaving and haste.<br><br>"Are you ready to go?"<br><br>He'd asked her that many times, and nearly always her answer was yes.&nbsp; As long as she was with him, she had no reason to wait.&nbsp; Why dally or delay when there lay uncharted and unaccounted such much of the wild world to discover together?&nbsp; Such it had been.&nbsp; Now Therry found herself stating dully at the bubbles along the ring of her cup and her mind a darkly droll recounter chanting the final notes of their shared ballad.&nbsp; This ridiculous melancholy would only make her all the more a fool in his longer-living memory.&nbsp; She rose to her feet, feeling her boots tighten as they held her weight.&nbsp; Let some other girl one day be encased in his heart as sniveling ghost doomed to wander lost without him.&nbsp; Therry resolved these final hours he knew of her would enshrine her image in him as a canny warrior.<br><br>"I am," she announced.&nbsp; "If you are."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fat Loot (Star &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>09-05-2012, 15:03:01</strong>
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				"As ready as I'll ever be."<br><br>Bain had to keep telling himself that she would be alright. Had to tell himself that it would be just a matter of days or weeks before she forgot about him and he became the faded memory that he should be. It wasn't as if he should be among his own kind, because he didn't have any. There weren't any that he knew of other than his father. Rumors of other half and part-breed elves were everywhere, but he'd never met one. Therry would find herself a real man. A human one that would treat her the way she deserved to be. He'd give her a family and everything she wanted. Perhaps she would meet him while traveling. A kindred soul fighting in the forest somewhere and she would save him. <br><br>It made him sick to think of her being intimate with another man, but it was what she deserved. While he grew old, very slowly, he would be nothing more than a shell of the man he used to be. Maybe, one day, he would leave the elven lands again and come find her. Not to win her back, but to make sure she had the life she needed to have. To ensure that his leaving had been the best thing for her. Only then would he be able to go back to being whatever sort of servant he was in the elven lands with a clear conscious.<br><br>As he stood and they started from the Inn, he wondered if she knew just how much this was killing him. Wondered if she knew how much he hated himself right now. Not just because he was leaving her, but because he didn't feel like any kind of a man anymore. Bain knew better than to think that the man had to be the strong one, the constant protector, or the bread-winner of any sort. But he did know that if he couldn't make love to her, then their time together would be cold and lonely. Eventually it would tear them apart anyway. Better to end it now than then. <br><br>"I don't think there will be anything to fight off there, but have your weapon ready when we get close. You know how these old temples sometimes house degenerates."<br><br>She knew this. They'd done it before, but as usual, he always felt the need to forewarn her. To try and take care of her in the best way he could. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fat Loot (Star &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Star Safyre</strong> on <strong>12-05-2012, 19:37:14</strong>
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				"My weapon's always ready," she snipped, the growing heat of the morning already making her back warmer than she liked and her loose strands of hair stick to her temple.&nbsp; Her leather armor would serve her well if they did encounter a fight, but for now it only made her sweat.&nbsp; His perpetual doubt, that same comment she once had taken as an endearing token of his care, irritated her.&nbsp; It wasn't her first time out, he knew that.&nbsp; He reminded her of this nearly every time, and the fact that he needed to again show his inability to trust in her much sharpened experience made her mind itch.&nbsp; She gripped the hilts of her daggers, flicking back the already loosened peace-ties she had unbound once they had left the town<br><br>"Is <em>your</em> weapon ready?"<br><br>Immediately, she recognized the inadvertent jab of her question.&nbsp; Unbeknownst to her, it had been his inability to prepare his <em>other</em> weapon that had set them on this quickly diverging path, but Therry knew this was a vulnerable point of his.&nbsp; Swallowing, she pressed on.&nbsp; If there was any regret for her cutting remark, any lingering ache of empathy, Therry's expression did not betray it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fat Loot (Star &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>24-06-2012, 22:48:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Was his weapon ready? What was that supposed to mean? Of course he had his daggers and sword. Those were always near by. He'd been at this longer than she had. Of course she knew that. Therry knew he always had his weapons and he only asked her out of old habit. These sorts of little rituals were important to him. It was just a bit of superstition. So what did she mean by that? Was it some sort of shot about last night? Of course it was. Therry was angry and pissed off at him for leaving. She didn't see what a good thing this was going to be for her. With him out of the picture, so many doors would open.<br><br>"What's that supposed to mean? Do you really think cracking a few jokes right now is the best idea? Just because my <em>weapon</em> isn't always ready for that doesn't mean I'm any less of a man. Got it?" he snapped as the old temple came into view.<br><br>It was run down and set in a very strange location. It was close enough to the town to be accessible, but most temples were inside the town. It didn't even look like there used to be any buildings around it. The cult that once worshiped there was known for having strange likings and rituals, but even still, it was odd to see it this far out of the main city. Bain wondered if they would uncover what the cult used to do here and why they'd been forgotten (for the most part).<br><br>But above the treasure of knowledge, there was the loot. Bain needed for there to be a good stash somewhere in this place. Enough so that Therry would have an easy time for the next few weeks or even months. Enough to make her forgive him. It had to be good, "Since I'm so much of a woman now, you might as well go first, huh? After all, you're the one with more balls, isn't that right?" he growled as he pointed towards the door. Though more than that, Therry needed the experience in doing this sort of thing on her own.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fat Loot (Star &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Star Safyre</strong> on <strong>25-06-2012, 22:06:49</strong>
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				Therry was just fine.&nbsp; It was simply fine that he should have his little fit in defense of his manhood and it would be done it.&nbsp; She was perfectly fine with letting him chatter on like a hen about what a man he really was and how he was always ready as long as he might eventually shut it and get to business.&nbsp; Yet he prattled on, sniping and prodding with his questions.<br><br>The broken entryway of the temple's courtyard was more formality than boundary.&nbsp; Therry strode abreast of him as they approached until he stepped back a pace.&nbsp; Pointing he said, "Since I'm so much of a woman now, you might as well go first, huh? After all, you're the one with more balls, isn't that right?"<br><br>"I'm half a mind to ensure it," she spat, her dagger hard in her hand as she sneered.&nbsp; At least then any woman after her would know the reason for his inaction.&nbsp; At least then there might not be any other woman.&nbsp; "Now just come on and keep quiet, unless you want to let every bandit for a dozen miles know there's two ladies here in need of raping."
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