The Jersey Devil
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((And so we reach day two of our little escapade, in which a not-so-shy Spanish woman from a distant land befriends the local mercenary from camp in hopes of perhaps making new friends... Or maybe she's just fine with the 'one' friend she made... Some might find that as I post these little stories, the ending is either usually written out entirely by myself, or altered in some way from the original. Girl's gotta have some secrets, right? Feedback is always appreciated to the degree that I'd like to know if I should continue posting these or not. If not then no biggie, it's just my particular contribution to the site.))
The First Day Isn’t Always Pleasant
One thing she never understood about men was their ability to sleep in when there was so much to do. The fact that she had a roof over her head was enough to fill her with the positive spirit, and after dressing in her heavy winter cloths, she left the tent at the crack of dawn with but only her bow and arrow in hand, used for hunting. By the time of her return, she had a prize of three local birds in her grasp, tied together by their ankles. It would serve for a grand feast later now that she had a better fire to cook them with. Just before he awoke, she visited the wash room-empty, thank the Lord-and by her return was a new person, smelling of sandalwood. By the sign of the first light she was seated in front of the fire again, dressed only in simple trousers that came up to her knee's, a pair of buckskin shoes that acted as slippers, with no back to them exposing her heels, and a button up tunic left unbuttoned, having to warm up after the chilling wash she just had.
He slowly stirred as the light rose, sitting up as a hide blanket that he used to keep him warm during the night fell away to reveal his muscular and smooth bare torso. He turned slowly, placing his feet on the carpet he positioned under his bunk. He saw her back, and nodded. "Morning Rain," Arathus brushed the tiredness from his eyes, and stood up to his full height. Slowly, he moved to join the woman by the fire, sitting by her side. He noticed the birds, nodding. "You must be some kind of hunter, I daresay. Well done." He only had smooth trousers that stopped just above his ankles on to keep some decency around.
One aspect about women from Spain, though he already knew of her lack of modesty. She just flashed him with a grin as she finished warming up, now just enjoying the radiating heat as the scent of sandalwood grew on her body from the warmth. "Good Morning Arathus. Surprised you woke up now... I didn't hear a single peep through the entire camp except from a couple of other women. She finally had the time to admire his figure with the newly forming sunlight peeking through the cracks of the tent flap. "I figured I'd treat myself to a proper meal in celebration of the new living arrangements. You're welcome to join, though I'll probably have a drink first." The bird was the main course, what she had in store for breakfast though was some stew she made from vegetables and the last of raw venison she had left. A bowl was made for him and set down by his feet as she finished her own stew.
He nodded in gratitude, giving her shoulder a light pat. "I'm always up early. It gives me what I need to get things done. Although, I must say, I stayed up just a bit later than I should have last night." He chuckled at it, remembering the night before. He grabbed the soup, taking a sip of it, nodding. "A good chef too, aren't you a bundle of talent? I'm impressed."
Oh she remembered too, hiding a private smile behind the rim of her bowl as she tipped it back to finish what was left of the broth, "oh, something on your mind?" It sounded like a genuine question, no hidden intent laced behind her words. The compliment of her cooking made her feel just slightly bashful. "Well I figure living off the land, there's no reason why I should subject myself to bad tasting food." She quipped in reply and stowed the bowl next to the fire, seated atop her legs which were bent at the knee's, toes curved and pressing into the ground, leaving most of her heel and part of the arch exposed from the back.
He smiled, shrugging. "There is always something on my mind, Rain. Everyone has something on their mind all the time." He gave her a soft look, setting the bowl down as he finished it. Standing up, Arathus stretched and walked to a chest. "I hope you don't mind me getting changed in here - there's some semblance of warmth inside the tent."
She shook her head and waved him off as she collected the empty bowl of his and set it with hers. "By all means, I wasn't that shy myself last night." She quipped with a tease and watched him as he hovered over his chest, looking back to the fire. Reaching a hand back, she gave a soft scratch of her heel before scooping up the rawhide cord she left on the floor for her hair, using it to tie her hair back in a ponytail once again.
He gave her a nod, catching a glimpse of the sole of her bare foot briefly - a wonderful sight. He turned, undoing his chest. He took a loose, white shirt out and threw it on - some buttons on it that revealed most of his chest. He also grabbed a fresh pair of pants, black, that he switched out with his sleeping clothes. He decided to not bother with footwear yet, and walked back to join Rain. He sat behind her, brushing his fingers along her leg accidentally, and got comfortably by the fire. "Any plans for the rest of the day, Rain?"
She didn't feel ashamed when she watched him undress and dress again, though she didn't give him the pleasure of catching her in action as she busied herself instead with the three game birds she caught-plucking the feathers right off of their body with expert skill. "I have yet to receive any tasks for my own... Most likely because I'm a woman, but give it a few days and I'll be out there cutting lumber like the rest... Maybe get a chance to knock a few soldiers on their ass too...” She said with a quiet snicker. Only way to prove one's self among men was to best them in the ring, which she had every intention of doing, eventually. "For now, well, I plan to visit that hole in the wall you call a tavern for a few drinks, at the very least so people know there's a new face in camp."
He nodded, leaning back by supporting himself with his hands behind him. "Good plan, good plan. You will be out there working soon - but take a few days to relax. I think you'll find it pretty easy around here. There are a few idiots to watch out for in camp, but overall it's pretty good." He nodded, readjusting himself - and accidentally brushing one finger along the exposed heel of her foot.
She made no sign of surprise or alarm as she felt his finger against the heel of her left foot, and seeing as she was sitting on her legs there came almost no physical response from it, though she was a little startled herself as she cleared her throat in that second and pretended not to notice. Far be-it for him to know he was inwardly part of some secret game she just made up.
He calmly relaxed, noting the inner cough she made. "Something wrong Rain?" He spoke calmly, straightening out his shirt. He was tempted to try to get her like she was last night - soft, gentle, adorable. Something told him not to do so right now - not yet. If she made it clear she wanted to be pampered, he'd do so.
She had her moments, but what he was doing was hardly considered pampering. What happened last night? That was some good damn pampering, this was just fun is all. "Nothing at all, why do you ask?" She looked over her shoulder momentarily at him before turning back to her own task. She had just finished with plucking the feathers from the birds and stood up just long enough to take them outside and set them on the snow to keep them fresh. When she re-joined him, it was in the exact same seating arrangement, using a small bowl of water to clean her hands off. "I think your right. So eager to keep working but perhaps a little more rest is still needed..."
He nodded, agreeing with her. "Once you start working, it's hard to stop. But that's the fun thing I learned as a merc - you have to, and rest once or twice. I think now would be a good time for you Rain." He nodded, calmly resting a hand on her back, tracing a figure eight absentmindedly on her skin with one finger.
A thought crossed her mind when she felt him drawing those figure eights, one that just made her chuckle. "Were I a man I don't think I'd be getting attention on this level." She quipped just to make fun. Well she wasn't going to deny that she enjoyed it, lest we cover how long it's been since she enjoyed the company of a man? Even one that happened to be gentle, heaven forbid there! "I think I -have a few more copper coins left to spend; drinks on me if you'd like." She finally turned to face him-despite the inner voice that enjoyed the touch along her back, eliciting such exciting feelings in her nerves.
He shrugged, a deep laugh emerging from him. "Ha-ha, but that's a perk of being a female Miss Rain." He slowly stood up, taking her hand and helping her to her feet. "I'd gladly pay for them if you don't want to lose the money, but certainly - let us be off." He smiled gently at her, motioning for her to leave the tent first.
She didn't leave right away, instead scooping up her winter coat to cover her from head to ankles as she wrapped the sash around her waist. "No use making a scene of myself in front of wandering eyes." She commented as she stepped out into the brisk winter morning, leading the way to the tavern as she threw her hood over her head just to add to the mystery while she walked with Arathus. The fact that the two emerged from the tent together brought curious glances, even more-so that they couldn't make out whether it was a woman, or slender man under the bulking coat.
Arathus walked with her, nodding at her choice of garb. He walked right by her side, the cold wind stinging his skin. He was use to it. They approached the tavern-tent, and after ignoring many curious glances, they stepped inside to the much warmer air. The activity inside was bustling, and no one took notice of the two. He stepped forward, winding his way to the bar.
She stopped him before he could make it to the bar, picking out a small corner away from the crowd and right by another small fire. A wooden bench laid out across the back of the tent, with a very shoddy made table in front. "Trying to avoid the bartender for now, don't want him requesting that I work as one of his wenches." She quipped, and just motioned for one of the women servers to tend to them with a wave of her hand as she sat herself down on the bench, not yet throwing her hood off from her head.
He sat next to her, nodding. "Of course, I'm running on instinct when I get here. Normally go straight for the bar." He waited for one of the servers to come and ordered his regular mug of quality ale, and waited for Rain to order as well. As they waited, he leaned back against the tent's clothe, knowing it'd hold. His hand strayed to her back again, resuming the soft little touch.
She almost didn't feel it with the thickness of her coat, but a couple of people took notice of the attention she was getting, which later they suspected it was just a woman of the evening sticking around for drinks. Better that then anything else, which was why she kept her face mostly hidden: survival technique number one. Her right leg crossed over her left, and with a smirk hidden behind her hood, she allowed the right slipper to tumble from the tips of her toes and onto the ground, leaving her foot the only thing bare on her body next to her hands just as the pint's of ale arrived.
He glanced down, seeing her now bare foot, and was a bit excited by the prospect - but it had to wait. He took his ale, and sipped on it. "Mmm, the good thing about this place is the ale, y'know?" He chuckled a bit, trying to resist the urge to tease that foot - something began to tell him she enjoyed having her feet bare.
Well there was truth to that, where as in her own home land they had such wonderful summers you would want to go out wearing almost nothing at all... But that was just the half of it, and she caught the moment of excitement because it brought a pause in the trailing of his finger as she reached for her own mug and cradled it in both hands, tipping it back for a sip as her leg stretched out, toes fanning wide before dropping limp and hanging there again.
He smiled, admiring her ability to tease and play with someone just with her foot. He resumed caressing her back, sipping on his ale with her near him. "Mmm, so, after this, what do you feel like doing miss Rain?" He looked at her curiously, wondering if she would return with him or meet others. He was truly hoping she'd return - so as to finally get a shot at those feet.
Adjusting her leg so that her ankle lay across her thigh now, she brought a hand to rest against her ankle as the other catered to the drink in her hand, taking another slug at it. "If this is good ale, I'd hate to see what the bad stuff tastes like..." She commented with a face, but didn't complain further. It was warm in her stomach and that's what she enjoyed. "We could go back after a few drinks if you want. Not much else to do in the dead of winter." She was tapping a finger against her ankle as the tip of her foot idly swung left and right in the rhythm of her tapping.
He nodded, calmly scratching at the center of her back now, glancing at her foot periodically. "Aye, not much else to do, we still have much to learn of each other, I'm sure." Truly, he did want to know about this woman - exotic and beautiful, wonderful and teasing. She was perfect.
The soft scratching had her slightly fidgeting now and again, biting her lip as she set her mug down for the time being. Each scratch elicited a quiet noise from her in the form of a squeak, almost not even heard among the crowd, her foot fanning out now and again because of it as her toes brushed against his thigh every so often.
He twitched when he felt her toes on his leg, and looked down. "Someone's asking for something, is she?" He gave her a teasing grin, just resting his hand on her back for now. He sipped on his ale, then set it down by hers, giving her a curious look.
She did well in acting nonchalant, as the gaze she gave him merit no sign that she was actually toying with him, or that it was purely by accident to say the least. "Hmmm? Asking for what?" Quirking a brow as her toes came to rest just barely against his thigh as he finally stopped scratching at the center of her back.
He shrugged. "Oh nothing." He calmly resumed scratching her back, smiling at her all the while. She was adorable, but the closeness of a bare foot... well, it was teasing. She and he would have a fun time after this was over - that he was sure of.
She let out a quiet snicker in spite of herself. She was asking for trouble, in a room full of people with the one part of her body-most sensitive at that-just within arm's reach. She went quiet a second later realizing just how much trouble it would cause as she couldn't help but poke fun one last time with another brush of her toes against his thigh as she resumed sipping her ale.
He grinned, twitching. He leaned in, whispering. "Are you trying to tease me, Rain?" He continued to scratch her back slowly, enjoying the closeness - and very willing to enjoy what is to come. "If you are, then I think we should head back - you'll enjoy what I'll do."
She was grinning behind her hood like before, finishing more than half of her ale in the next gulp. "I might want another drink after this one, so perhaps enjoy this too while we're still here? I'm not going anywhere after all." The first hint that she gave she had a clue as to what she was doing to him, and in that moment when she spoke, her foot rotated as the top of her foot laid to rest atop his thigh, ankle twisted slightly so that he had a perfect view of the bottom of her foot from heel to toe as she took another drink, saying nothing in return.
He smiled, calmly resting one hand on the bottom of her exposed foot, making soft, slow strokes up and down the sole. "My my, dear, you have a very soft foot... I was right, you are a tease." He furrowed his brow, motioning for another round of ale to be served here. "We'll definitely have fun when we go back, I think."
She went quiet in that second as from his view, it looked as though she were meditating. Because of the angle of her foot she couldn't wiggle it but maybe half an inch in every direction, sending every signal straight to her brain as she bit her bottom lip and brought her hands to rest patiently on her lap, eyes once again closing as the muscle just under the skin of her foot flexed and spasmed from his stroking.
He continued to stroke her sole, lightly making patterns as the new rounds of drinks were served without a sound. He smiled, touching the arch lightly, making a soft, slow touch. "Oh, someone likes this..."
She just rapidly shook her head in denial as her foot tried to flex again, causing the skin to grow taut around the time he reached her arch, by far the most delicious spot for her... She felt a shudder through her system from the well of giggles wanting to bubble forth as her ankle unwillingly jerked, though with no place to go.
He smirked, massaging the arch slowly, gently. "Awe, you do... Come on, sweetie... Shall we take the ale and return to the tent?" He motioned for the exit, still stroking and teasing her exposed, trapped foot. Poor Rain, in a public setting with her super sensitive foot being tickled slowly.
She just found the strength to bite her tongue and finish off her first ale when the second arrived, and a small titter could be heard escaping her lips as she raised a fine brow and gazed off in his direction – her view partially obstructed by the lining of her hood. Behind the scenes, her foot was constantly flexing and twitching under the evil guidance of his ministrations. Finally she just nodded, pulling her foot away sharply as slightly labored breathing could be heard coming from her, and with the fresh pint of ale in hand, she slid her foot back into her slipper and followed him out of the tavern and back to their tent.
((Guess you'll just have to use your imagination to figure out what happened that night... -Scratches chin-))
The First Day Isn’t Always Pleasant
One thing she never understood about men was their ability to sleep in when there was so much to do. The fact that she had a roof over her head was enough to fill her with the positive spirit, and after dressing in her heavy winter cloths, she left the tent at the crack of dawn with but only her bow and arrow in hand, used for hunting. By the time of her return, she had a prize of three local birds in her grasp, tied together by their ankles. It would serve for a grand feast later now that she had a better fire to cook them with. Just before he awoke, she visited the wash room-empty, thank the Lord-and by her return was a new person, smelling of sandalwood. By the sign of the first light she was seated in front of the fire again, dressed only in simple trousers that came up to her knee's, a pair of buckskin shoes that acted as slippers, with no back to them exposing her heels, and a button up tunic left unbuttoned, having to warm up after the chilling wash she just had.
He slowly stirred as the light rose, sitting up as a hide blanket that he used to keep him warm during the night fell away to reveal his muscular and smooth bare torso. He turned slowly, placing his feet on the carpet he positioned under his bunk. He saw her back, and nodded. "Morning Rain," Arathus brushed the tiredness from his eyes, and stood up to his full height. Slowly, he moved to join the woman by the fire, sitting by her side. He noticed the birds, nodding. "You must be some kind of hunter, I daresay. Well done." He only had smooth trousers that stopped just above his ankles on to keep some decency around.
One aspect about women from Spain, though he already knew of her lack of modesty. She just flashed him with a grin as she finished warming up, now just enjoying the radiating heat as the scent of sandalwood grew on her body from the warmth. "Good Morning Arathus. Surprised you woke up now... I didn't hear a single peep through the entire camp except from a couple of other women. She finally had the time to admire his figure with the newly forming sunlight peeking through the cracks of the tent flap. "I figured I'd treat myself to a proper meal in celebration of the new living arrangements. You're welcome to join, though I'll probably have a drink first." The bird was the main course, what she had in store for breakfast though was some stew she made from vegetables and the last of raw venison she had left. A bowl was made for him and set down by his feet as she finished her own stew.
He nodded in gratitude, giving her shoulder a light pat. "I'm always up early. It gives me what I need to get things done. Although, I must say, I stayed up just a bit later than I should have last night." He chuckled at it, remembering the night before. He grabbed the soup, taking a sip of it, nodding. "A good chef too, aren't you a bundle of talent? I'm impressed."
Oh she remembered too, hiding a private smile behind the rim of her bowl as she tipped it back to finish what was left of the broth, "oh, something on your mind?" It sounded like a genuine question, no hidden intent laced behind her words. The compliment of her cooking made her feel just slightly bashful. "Well I figure living off the land, there's no reason why I should subject myself to bad tasting food." She quipped in reply and stowed the bowl next to the fire, seated atop her legs which were bent at the knee's, toes curved and pressing into the ground, leaving most of her heel and part of the arch exposed from the back.
He smiled, shrugging. "There is always something on my mind, Rain. Everyone has something on their mind all the time." He gave her a soft look, setting the bowl down as he finished it. Standing up, Arathus stretched and walked to a chest. "I hope you don't mind me getting changed in here - there's some semblance of warmth inside the tent."
She shook her head and waved him off as she collected the empty bowl of his and set it with hers. "By all means, I wasn't that shy myself last night." She quipped with a tease and watched him as he hovered over his chest, looking back to the fire. Reaching a hand back, she gave a soft scratch of her heel before scooping up the rawhide cord she left on the floor for her hair, using it to tie her hair back in a ponytail once again.
He gave her a nod, catching a glimpse of the sole of her bare foot briefly - a wonderful sight. He turned, undoing his chest. He took a loose, white shirt out and threw it on - some buttons on it that revealed most of his chest. He also grabbed a fresh pair of pants, black, that he switched out with his sleeping clothes. He decided to not bother with footwear yet, and walked back to join Rain. He sat behind her, brushing his fingers along her leg accidentally, and got comfortably by the fire. "Any plans for the rest of the day, Rain?"
She didn't feel ashamed when she watched him undress and dress again, though she didn't give him the pleasure of catching her in action as she busied herself instead with the three game birds she caught-plucking the feathers right off of their body with expert skill. "I have yet to receive any tasks for my own... Most likely because I'm a woman, but give it a few days and I'll be out there cutting lumber like the rest... Maybe get a chance to knock a few soldiers on their ass too...” She said with a quiet snicker. Only way to prove one's self among men was to best them in the ring, which she had every intention of doing, eventually. "For now, well, I plan to visit that hole in the wall you call a tavern for a few drinks, at the very least so people know there's a new face in camp."
He nodded, leaning back by supporting himself with his hands behind him. "Good plan, good plan. You will be out there working soon - but take a few days to relax. I think you'll find it pretty easy around here. There are a few idiots to watch out for in camp, but overall it's pretty good." He nodded, readjusting himself - and accidentally brushing one finger along the exposed heel of her foot.
She made no sign of surprise or alarm as she felt his finger against the heel of her left foot, and seeing as she was sitting on her legs there came almost no physical response from it, though she was a little startled herself as she cleared her throat in that second and pretended not to notice. Far be-it for him to know he was inwardly part of some secret game she just made up.
He calmly relaxed, noting the inner cough she made. "Something wrong Rain?" He spoke calmly, straightening out his shirt. He was tempted to try to get her like she was last night - soft, gentle, adorable. Something told him not to do so right now - not yet. If she made it clear she wanted to be pampered, he'd do so.
She had her moments, but what he was doing was hardly considered pampering. What happened last night? That was some good damn pampering, this was just fun is all. "Nothing at all, why do you ask?" She looked over her shoulder momentarily at him before turning back to her own task. She had just finished with plucking the feathers from the birds and stood up just long enough to take them outside and set them on the snow to keep them fresh. When she re-joined him, it was in the exact same seating arrangement, using a small bowl of water to clean her hands off. "I think your right. So eager to keep working but perhaps a little more rest is still needed..."
He nodded, agreeing with her. "Once you start working, it's hard to stop. But that's the fun thing I learned as a merc - you have to, and rest once or twice. I think now would be a good time for you Rain." He nodded, calmly resting a hand on her back, tracing a figure eight absentmindedly on her skin with one finger.
A thought crossed her mind when she felt him drawing those figure eights, one that just made her chuckle. "Were I a man I don't think I'd be getting attention on this level." She quipped just to make fun. Well she wasn't going to deny that she enjoyed it, lest we cover how long it's been since she enjoyed the company of a man? Even one that happened to be gentle, heaven forbid there! "I think I -have a few more copper coins left to spend; drinks on me if you'd like." She finally turned to face him-despite the inner voice that enjoyed the touch along her back, eliciting such exciting feelings in her nerves.
He shrugged, a deep laugh emerging from him. "Ha-ha, but that's a perk of being a female Miss Rain." He slowly stood up, taking her hand and helping her to her feet. "I'd gladly pay for them if you don't want to lose the money, but certainly - let us be off." He smiled gently at her, motioning for her to leave the tent first.
She didn't leave right away, instead scooping up her winter coat to cover her from head to ankles as she wrapped the sash around her waist. "No use making a scene of myself in front of wandering eyes." She commented as she stepped out into the brisk winter morning, leading the way to the tavern as she threw her hood over her head just to add to the mystery while she walked with Arathus. The fact that the two emerged from the tent together brought curious glances, even more-so that they couldn't make out whether it was a woman, or slender man under the bulking coat.
Arathus walked with her, nodding at her choice of garb. He walked right by her side, the cold wind stinging his skin. He was use to it. They approached the tavern-tent, and after ignoring many curious glances, they stepped inside to the much warmer air. The activity inside was bustling, and no one took notice of the two. He stepped forward, winding his way to the bar.
She stopped him before he could make it to the bar, picking out a small corner away from the crowd and right by another small fire. A wooden bench laid out across the back of the tent, with a very shoddy made table in front. "Trying to avoid the bartender for now, don't want him requesting that I work as one of his wenches." She quipped, and just motioned for one of the women servers to tend to them with a wave of her hand as she sat herself down on the bench, not yet throwing her hood off from her head.
He sat next to her, nodding. "Of course, I'm running on instinct when I get here. Normally go straight for the bar." He waited for one of the servers to come and ordered his regular mug of quality ale, and waited for Rain to order as well. As they waited, he leaned back against the tent's clothe, knowing it'd hold. His hand strayed to her back again, resuming the soft little touch.
She almost didn't feel it with the thickness of her coat, but a couple of people took notice of the attention she was getting, which later they suspected it was just a woman of the evening sticking around for drinks. Better that then anything else, which was why she kept her face mostly hidden: survival technique number one. Her right leg crossed over her left, and with a smirk hidden behind her hood, she allowed the right slipper to tumble from the tips of her toes and onto the ground, leaving her foot the only thing bare on her body next to her hands just as the pint's of ale arrived.
He glanced down, seeing her now bare foot, and was a bit excited by the prospect - but it had to wait. He took his ale, and sipped on it. "Mmm, the good thing about this place is the ale, y'know?" He chuckled a bit, trying to resist the urge to tease that foot - something began to tell him she enjoyed having her feet bare.
Well there was truth to that, where as in her own home land they had such wonderful summers you would want to go out wearing almost nothing at all... But that was just the half of it, and she caught the moment of excitement because it brought a pause in the trailing of his finger as she reached for her own mug and cradled it in both hands, tipping it back for a sip as her leg stretched out, toes fanning wide before dropping limp and hanging there again.
He smiled, admiring her ability to tease and play with someone just with her foot. He resumed caressing her back, sipping on his ale with her near him. "Mmm, so, after this, what do you feel like doing miss Rain?" He looked at her curiously, wondering if she would return with him or meet others. He was truly hoping she'd return - so as to finally get a shot at those feet.
Adjusting her leg so that her ankle lay across her thigh now, she brought a hand to rest against her ankle as the other catered to the drink in her hand, taking another slug at it. "If this is good ale, I'd hate to see what the bad stuff tastes like..." She commented with a face, but didn't complain further. It was warm in her stomach and that's what she enjoyed. "We could go back after a few drinks if you want. Not much else to do in the dead of winter." She was tapping a finger against her ankle as the tip of her foot idly swung left and right in the rhythm of her tapping.
He nodded, calmly scratching at the center of her back now, glancing at her foot periodically. "Aye, not much else to do, we still have much to learn of each other, I'm sure." Truly, he did want to know about this woman - exotic and beautiful, wonderful and teasing. She was perfect.
The soft scratching had her slightly fidgeting now and again, biting her lip as she set her mug down for the time being. Each scratch elicited a quiet noise from her in the form of a squeak, almost not even heard among the crowd, her foot fanning out now and again because of it as her toes brushed against his thigh every so often.
He twitched when he felt her toes on his leg, and looked down. "Someone's asking for something, is she?" He gave her a teasing grin, just resting his hand on her back for now. He sipped on his ale, then set it down by hers, giving her a curious look.
She did well in acting nonchalant, as the gaze she gave him merit no sign that she was actually toying with him, or that it was purely by accident to say the least. "Hmmm? Asking for what?" Quirking a brow as her toes came to rest just barely against his thigh as he finally stopped scratching at the center of her back.
He shrugged. "Oh nothing." He calmly resumed scratching her back, smiling at her all the while. She was adorable, but the closeness of a bare foot... well, it was teasing. She and he would have a fun time after this was over - that he was sure of.
She let out a quiet snicker in spite of herself. She was asking for trouble, in a room full of people with the one part of her body-most sensitive at that-just within arm's reach. She went quiet a second later realizing just how much trouble it would cause as she couldn't help but poke fun one last time with another brush of her toes against his thigh as she resumed sipping her ale.
He grinned, twitching. He leaned in, whispering. "Are you trying to tease me, Rain?" He continued to scratch her back slowly, enjoying the closeness - and very willing to enjoy what is to come. "If you are, then I think we should head back - you'll enjoy what I'll do."
She was grinning behind her hood like before, finishing more than half of her ale in the next gulp. "I might want another drink after this one, so perhaps enjoy this too while we're still here? I'm not going anywhere after all." The first hint that she gave she had a clue as to what she was doing to him, and in that moment when she spoke, her foot rotated as the top of her foot laid to rest atop his thigh, ankle twisted slightly so that he had a perfect view of the bottom of her foot from heel to toe as she took another drink, saying nothing in return.
He smiled, calmly resting one hand on the bottom of her exposed foot, making soft, slow strokes up and down the sole. "My my, dear, you have a very soft foot... I was right, you are a tease." He furrowed his brow, motioning for another round of ale to be served here. "We'll definitely have fun when we go back, I think."
She went quiet in that second as from his view, it looked as though she were meditating. Because of the angle of her foot she couldn't wiggle it but maybe half an inch in every direction, sending every signal straight to her brain as she bit her bottom lip and brought her hands to rest patiently on her lap, eyes once again closing as the muscle just under the skin of her foot flexed and spasmed from his stroking.
He continued to stroke her sole, lightly making patterns as the new rounds of drinks were served without a sound. He smiled, touching the arch lightly, making a soft, slow touch. "Oh, someone likes this..."
She just rapidly shook her head in denial as her foot tried to flex again, causing the skin to grow taut around the time he reached her arch, by far the most delicious spot for her... She felt a shudder through her system from the well of giggles wanting to bubble forth as her ankle unwillingly jerked, though with no place to go.
He smirked, massaging the arch slowly, gently. "Awe, you do... Come on, sweetie... Shall we take the ale and return to the tent?" He motioned for the exit, still stroking and teasing her exposed, trapped foot. Poor Rain, in a public setting with her super sensitive foot being tickled slowly.
She just found the strength to bite her tongue and finish off her first ale when the second arrived, and a small titter could be heard escaping her lips as she raised a fine brow and gazed off in his direction – her view partially obstructed by the lining of her hood. Behind the scenes, her foot was constantly flexing and twitching under the evil guidance of his ministrations. Finally she just nodded, pulling her foot away sharply as slightly labored breathing could be heard coming from her, and with the fresh pint of ale in hand, she slid her foot back into her slipper and followed him out of the tavern and back to their tent.
((Guess you'll just have to use your imagination to figure out what happened that night... -Scratches chin-))
