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PostPosted: Tue Sep 20, 2016 10:57 pm    Post subject: Happy Birthday Tah the Naht King Reply with quote

It weren't a night he thought much of, tah be honest. Since there was so much goin' on, other conversations had dominated his mind. Mel was wanting to do more 'grown up' jobs, some unrest still persisted and he was tyrin' tah get their talents applied tah things that didn't have them end up being arrested. Tah that end, he got some ideas but they wasn't fully cooked or nothing. Something tah run by Grace and a few o' the others.

Tha was whut was mostly on his mind when he work up. Tha and the petite little thing curled up tah his chest, nuzzled in like she naht got a care in the world cause she was in his arms. He bowed his head tah kiss her on top o' the head befer he gingerly made way over her and off tah the side, optin' jist tah make tha small fall and land on his feet. Jist in his black Batman boxers, he opened the fridge tah check on whut were there before gettin' prepared fer tha day with some coffee. His hand knocked at the envelope when he reachd for the pot handle. Huh?

Got his name on it, and everything. Tha heart were whut kept it from being an ominous type o' thing there. He swiped at the corner o' his eye and then picked at the head o' the envelope tah open it up.

Grace had been way too excited to sleep for the longest time, anticipating the moment Mark found the envelope in the morning had her tummy all in knots of butterflies. Eventually rest had claimed her, though: the soothing lull of her not-king's heartbeat coupled with the even rush of his breath over her hair had ultimately coaxed her lashes down.

So she was good as asleep when Mark stirred, utterly uninterested in being awake herself. Some distant part of her was aware of that kiss, the way he transferred his weight across her. She burrowed deeper into the bed as he moved, migrating into the lingering warmth his body had left on the mattress like a sleepy kitten. She heard the light thud of his landing on the floor but didn't process it, didn't translate it for what it meant just yet, barely moved once she'd settled in the place so recently vacated by Mark.

"Oi, whut's this?" The letter was bypassed immediately, but that was on accident. It was the weight of the photos their glossy images, that jist made it catc his eye befer the scrawl o' her handwriting. Oh, well, instant grins right there tah be sure. Though his expression was curious about them. He set 'em atop tha counter and then squinted at the letter, readin' on it slowly. When he was done at last he moved ovah tah the cubby bed, standin' on tip toes to reach over and rile her up with a hand.

"Yah done asked fer it, missy." Tha letter used tah poke at her befer he turned, stashin' it on the kitchen counter befer he sprang back intah bed with her. Straddling her hips, he was bowed forward on account of the low ceiling he got, "Though, tha pics are prettah damn sexy. Naht gonna get any work done with those things about, distractin' meh."

Consciousness was finding its way inside anyway. Surfacing in the absence of the familiar body next to her, the girl had already rolled onto her back, rubbed at her eyes. For a moment or two, she wasn't awake enough to remember what she'd done the night before, what day it was, why she was so tired.

And then Mark had a hand on her ribs, jostling her, rustling the letter. And then she remembered, and there was no sleeping through that. Wide green eyes sprang open, a smile that was equal parts coy and self-conscious scrawling across her mouth. Her shoulders rolled sheepishly. "...Happy birthday?"

He climbed back into bed and the girl giggled as he crawled over her, worrying for just a moment that he might hit his head in his enthusiasm. Smiling up at him, she drew a fingertip lightly over his chest. "...S'your birthday. Y'not supposed to be doing any work today."

"I wasn't gonna dah nothin' fer it this year," he emphasized, knowin' she were already aware of it. Still, tha surprise was a nice and quiet one, it weren't nah big blow out party or nothin' sah he wasn't feeling like he had tah face down some impossible situation. Mark liked parties and he weren't shy or nothin' about a party being on his account. Jist his birthdays had seemed tah get less and less fortuitous, like he got bad luck or something surrounding them. This one, though, seemed tah be keepin' itself quiet enough tha maybe ill fortune weren't gonna take any notice o' him.

"When did yah sneak off fer all o' this, eh?" They kept each other's company more often than not, but there was plenty of hours she was havin' tah cut hair and he was arranging fer things at camp.

"I know, and you don't have to do anything you don't want to. It's your birthday, though, and you're my favorite, so. Can't stop me from celebrating you, even - no, especially - if it's just us." Grace pushed herself up on her elbows then, bringing her mouth to his for a good morning kiss that ended in an affectionate nuzzle.

"I bettah be your favorite," his knees inched further down her, stopping about mid thigh so he was more leaned forward din bowed over her. The kiss were met readily, maybe even with more enthusiasm than sleepy Grace was ready fer.

"...That week you were at Rally's without me. I met a lot of photographers while I was getting ready for the Fashion Show, so..." she answered his question, her smile becoming increasingly confident as he didn't seem mad or irritated about any of it. Even so, her tone was just a little bit shy. "You like it?"

"I was wonderin'," when she explained that bit her nodded, from refreshed and his thighs squeezin’ on tha outside o’ her legs when she asked iffin he liked it, "I like havin’ pics o yah tah look at. Might get jist a little more naughty with it iffin it's jist tha two of us and you mean it about naht minding."

It was more than she was ready for, but the girl did a valiant job of rising to the challenge. Shifting her weight to one elbow, she cradled his face with the other hand, fingers curling along the edge of his jaw, gently scraping the stubble there.

Nodding when he broke away, her eyes were naturally downcast for a moment, but she made a point to lift them again, to meet his gaze head on. "I meant it," replied Grace in a soft voice. "Those were just to give you the idea," she went on, tipping her head towards the kitchen. "Wasn't gonna let anyone else take those kinda pictures. Not even a professional."

"Yeah?" He were lookin' at her sweet enough, seein' a bashful look come ovah her, he moved, stretchin' out on his side beside her on tha bed. Like her, he got some o' his body weight propped up on an elbow, blue eyes measurin' her face and touching her jist under the chin tah keep it steered towards him, "Yah know iffin you evah feel like tellin' meh no tha you can. Doin' something sexy with someone yah love becomes a lot less sexy when you get tah feelin tha they only got part o' their heart in it and iffin you get cold feet sometimes yah can jist lemme know and dat will be jist fine."

Yes once didn't mean yes forevah. Sometimes people went and treated it like it was, but Mark was fine with knowing that sometimes der could be a yes at all. Another lean in tah her, kissin' her on tha lips befer speakin', "Usually a man gets more din jist pictures from his girl fer a birthday." Weren't gonna miss puttin' in a word for that opportunity.

Grace nodded, and the look in her eyes suggested that she meant it, not that she was just saying what he wanted to hear. "I know, baby. You're really good about that. I never feel pressured or unsafe."

Tilting her body towards him, the girl placed her hand on his chest again, rubbing little circles in his skin. She leaned in and kissed him again, her lips smoothing over the corner of his mouth. "I want to." She said, her resolve firming. Her smile spread catlike at his next comment, and her hand slid down his chest to his belly, hinting lower. "That was a given."

"We could get started," he offered tah her with a smile, bowing his head down tah kiss her sternum and then look at her playfully. Honestly, he weren't expecting no sort of yes. Not first thing in the morning with mussed hair and unbrushed teeth. Still, a man could dream, right? His gaze glanced back to the door to be sure it was locked and then he looked back to her, "I want strawberry shortcakes today. That's meh birthday request."

"It's your birthday, handsome. If that's what you want..." A little roll of her shoulders heralded the way her hand slipped lower still, dipping underneath the waistband of those Batman boxers. The thing about Mark was that it was pretty much never 'no', not unless her mind was doing that thing it still did sometimes that she just couldn't fight. If he wanted it first thing in the morning when she was still half asleep and hadn't brushed her teeth yet, well, the girl wouldn't deny him. She tugged lightly on the fabric of his underwear, pushing it down out of the way.

"Strawberry shortcakes? Are you sure, mister? That's not on the list of four favorites..." The little stylist teased playfully even as her fingers teased him. "I will totally make that for you, but… y'gotta take me to the store." A brow arched playfully. "Got any other requests?"
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PostPosted: Fri Sep 23, 2016 2:14 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

"Naked, now. Can that be a request?" He reached for her hand, biting his lower lip as he pulled it away. Mark crawled back on his knees and shifted until he was sitting in between her knees. He stretched away from her to snag his phone, still biting his lower lip when he looked at her. His blue eyes had mischief and sex in them and though she hadn't given him a stroking, it was morning so the standard salute of interest was there. That was about to get a bit more genuine if she was as ready as she had implied moments before.

She'd been on the verge of exactly that when he pulled her hand away, and at first it surprised her. The look in his eyes, the way he caught his lip in his teeth, these were her clues and a little nervous flutter of anticipation woke up in her belly. Even so, the girl nodded, and as he scooted towards the end of the bed -- well, as far towards the end of the bed as Grace's knees really reached--the girl sat up.

Grace was small enough that she could sit fully upright on the bed palette in absolutely no danger of bumping her head on the ceiling above, unlike her lover who perpetually had to bend and crouch. She tucked her arms into the sleeves of the t-shirt she was wearing - one of Mark's, of course -- and once she had them retracted against her ribs, she fit delicate little hands under the hem of that shirt and lifted her arms, pulling it all the way off in one smooth gesture. Her hair -freshly dyed yesterday for just this occasion- caught in the neck loop of the shirt and spilled like a waterfall down her back and around her shoulders as it finally pulled free.

Setting the shirt aside, the little dancers tilted her body back, balancing on her elbows as she wedged her thumbs into the little straps of her panties - these were purple. Lifting herself onto her elbows for a moment, she slipped the flimsy fabric down off her hips and then maneuvered them the rest of the way off, offering them out to him on the hook of one extended finger - for his wall counter, of course.

Her body wriggled jist tha way he liked. Little bit o' back arch tah toss his shirt offa that figure. He watched it moved over her like a sheet and din disappear off tah the side, leavin' behind her petite figure sittin comfortable on his bed. Now tha opportunity fer him was there.

Without the shirt, he was using his phone to catch images of her as the panties slid off and towards him. Jist about wordless fer it, tah. Whut was there tah say about it? His gaze followed tha motion o' her hands and was even helpful when gettin' around him was part o' whut she need him tah do. His left hand nudged her knees and he paused, jist then, tah get a pic o her spread tah him like that, panties hooked on a finger and looking at him tha way she were. His gaze were practically pleadin' fer her tah let him have the shot.

From their very first little flirtation at the camp fire, Mark had a way of making her feel both totally vulnerable and totally safe at once. It was something in the way he made it perfectly clear what he wanted and at the same time there was an almost bashful boyishness to him, like he never quite expected to actually get what he wanted.

Grace, for her part, had found even just the prospect of denying him virtually impossible even then; she certainly couldn't be counted on to do it now.

She'd been aware of the cellphone as she undressed, but she'd been ignoring it as best she could and tried to just move naturally. In that moment, though, her gaze locked first on him, her chin dropping in a slight nod, and then focused directly on the camera lens.
One. Two. Threefourfive. Tha phone were on silent sah there weren't nah real clicking to count off the pictures as he took them. Catching that moment of her paused with tha panties and looking at him. Demure little nod as it were fer him. Layin' right there for him, as she was, in his bed. Legs spread tah him and yet tha offer still came off as coy. Mehbe cause it were her and tha look on her face was still maybe a bit subtle and worried.

After getting a few pictures, he crawled down ovah tah her, kissin' that inside of her thigh before sittin' back up on his knees and smilin' down fer her, "Yah sah sexy, yah know?"

Grace shivered as his mouth found her skin, her knees parting that much more. It was a curious feeling, being this open and exposed for another person. It reminded her of that first night when he'd actually crawled through her window, the way he'd undressed her while remaining mostly clothed himself, the way he'd kissed her much as he was kissing her now. Only then he'd been trying to make her answer questions, too.

There it was again, that strange mix of vulnerable and comfortable, the intimacy of the moment that suddenly seemed so magnified. The brilliant green ponds of her eyes rippled with a mix of emotions, her back arching subtly with a soft little gasp when his tongue pushed her open.

As he sat back again, and Grace let her head fall back with a little laugh, shaking it once before she lifted it to meet his gaze once more. "So perfectly sweet and still so evil," she said in a whisper thick with the syllables of her heritage. "M'glad you think so."

"Sah evil?" He kissed her bent knee and then moved forward, elbows planting on tha bed tah either side o' her, expression softened up fer her jist a bit before he pressed his lips tah the side of her neck, p tah her cheek and din her lips, "Naht sah evil now, am I? And dun a man get tah be a little ways evil on his birthday?" Yeah, seemed tha he were gonna milk that fer all it was worth. The warmth of her body a great brush up tah his own, the morning haze still ovah everything.

"Yah got any wishes o' yer own fer tahday, love?" Sure it were his birthday, but that didn't mean it always had tah mean that everything were about him.

"Still pretty evil," insisted Grace, her fingers skimming over his ribs to his back as the gypsy king moved over her. She tipped her head back to give him better access even as she squirmed underneath him. "But yes. Y'get a pass today." And every other day, for that matter, but she wasn't going to go announcing that. Squeezing his sides lightly with her knees, the tiny dancer shook her head. "All I want is for you to have a good day." Mark hadn't told her the detailed particulars of why his last few birthdays had put him off them altogether, but whatever it was couldn't have been good. Grace was determined to fix that.

Her squirmin' only encouraged him. It caused him to lean further intah her, the weight o' his body comin' tah rest more on her. In tha morning everythin' had a way o' smellin' and feeling good. Maybe that was jist hormones or haze that sleepiness put on tha world, but as one o' his hands tracked from her knee to her rear, her skin was like a gently warmed silk. It was in this moment, looming sah close tah her as he was, that he felt how delicate her frame were compared tah his.

"Bein' with yah usually mean tha day turns out pretty good," said against the side of her neck befer he grinned, "I think I wanna eat my strawberry shortcake offa yah."

His hands on her body felt amazing, even simple, seemingly innocuous things like that glide of his palm over her thigh. They always did, but there was definitely something about morning, about this morning in particular. Maybe it was that it was his birthday, or the pictures, or both. Whatever it was, Grace shivered pleasantly, squeezed her bent leg into his side even more.

A smile draped her face at his words, her fingers working their way up his spine back to his shoulders. It seemed that food and sex and Grace were always going to be tangled up together in Mark's mind, and the girl immediately thought of that one morning they'd managed to order breakfast and still hadn't really actually eaten any of it - she'd wondered then if they would ever eat breakfast together like normal people.

It was true, though. Tha struggle to be with her and tha need to eat was a difficult one. Hard tah put the one befer her, even when he was hungry. The best he could do, then, was tah have 'em both at tha same time. Her fingers found a place ovah his BARLOW tattoo on tha shoulders, workin' her way intah the family name even more than she had already.

"It's nice tah jist be back home.”
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PostPosted: Fri Sep 23, 2016 2:32 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Tha morning was spent with some flirtin and din intimacy, tha two of them wrappin’ about each other while he took few photos and mehbe even a short sort o’ recording. Looked like RhyDin got its own sorta celebrity sex tapes lurkin’ on some phones. Mark weren’t one tah be bashful or conservative and Grace was of the mind tah indulge him cause, well, apparently there were such a thing as birthday magic aftah all. When tha moment had passed and they was collapsed on the bed, the only thin’ left tah do was tah press his luck further.

"There's somethin' that would make dis extra fine o' a morning." He smiled, "Some pancakes cooked up fer me. But jist wear tha apron, nothin' else." Mehbe they never was really gonna get to eating much of any breakfast, evah.

Heavy lashes had fluttered closed, her cheek pressed against his chest. Mark had woken her up considerably earlier than she'd particularly wanted to be awake, after all, and content in his arms seemed like a perfect recipe to lull her into drifting off, the sound of his heartbeat gradually coming back down to normal echoing comfortingly in the ear she had pressed against him.

But then he started talking, and Grace just kinda knew what he wanted before the words were all the way out of his mouth. "Is that so?" said the girl, tipping her head back to look up at him, amusement in vivid green eyes. "What if I don't have an apron here?"

Oh, he was gonna be a right spoiled brat, that one. She kinda gave him tha go ahead with all this stuff done fer his birthday and wantin' it tah be special. She might come tah regret it (or jist decide every day is a very merry unbirthday worth doin'). He expected her tah try to use her world famous pout to wriggle outta the pancake situation, but when she didn't he grinned a bit further.

"Well, din it's gonna have tah be naked. And mehbe with some help from me tah reach tha syrup, being that it's on top shelf." It could be at this point that he was trying tah see jist how much trouble he could get intah with her. How incredible was this happy birthday immunity thing?

"Oh, yeah. That would definitely be a big help," replied Grace seriously, of him reaching the things on the shelves that were too high for her. She even nodded once to show how earnest she was, how seriously she was taking it. Apparently he could get in a little more trouble still.

Leaning in to kiss him lightly on the mouth, she nuzzled into his chest again a moment later. "Can I get like... ten minutes to nap first, though? Gotta let me keep my strength up for the sex olympics..."

"You're lucky you're cute and smell good... othawise I'd be tellin' yah tah get a move on and get those pancakes goin'." He grinned and rolled tah his back, tuckin' her figure in a bit tighter tah his ribs. Puttin' tha joking aside, he kissed tha top o' her head and said real soft like, "Thank yah fer the birthday gifts, love. I weren't expectin' none o' that." Turns out a man didn't want a feckin' tie on his birthday tah be happy aftah all. Reachin' past her, he snagged the sheet and pulled it ovah them so they was little more wrapped up in each other.

"Pft," the girl scoffed with a smirk. "You're lucky I'm cute and smell good, 'cause you're stuck with me either way." Grinning, she nuzzled into him as he rolled onto his back, laying her head more completely over his chest. Her knee was draped across his legs, her arm across his middle. She bit playfully into the skin at his pectoral muscle, mostly harmless but for the gentle pressure of her teeth. "You're welcome, baby." She said next, and this time her tone was considerably more serious. "I wanted to show you how important you are, how much you mean to me."

"Ohhh yeah, guess tha I am. I think I might love yah even if deh had tah be a bag over yer head and some o' that sweet smellin' lotion rubbed down on yah fer us tah get tahgether." The little playful bite on his chest made him give a dramatic, "Oi!" but the arm around her givin' a squeeze said he weren't really of a mind tah be bothered by it none. With the last bit o' whut she said he smiled, "I got nah doubt tha I was important... but dun let tha stop you from doin' this fer me none." Fingertips went and traced on down tha outside o' her arm, "Anythn' I could do fer yah tah make you feel the same?"

"Aw, shucks Mark, you say the sweetest things," she teased lightly, of him saying he might could find it in his heart to love her anyway, so long as there were some modifications. Nuzzling into that little hollow in the shoulder joint, the girl settled there, letting her long lashes slip all the way closed. It was a happy sort of interlude, the warmth of their bodies curled up together, the scent of sex and laundry detergent and bath soap and shampoo all mixed together under her nose.

"I know, right? Nahbody knows what a big heart I got." Sah close to his chest as she were, his chuckle was a thunderstorm naht far off in the distance o' her ear. He liked the smell o' it all, but especially her. Weren't nah secret between them that he enjoyed the taste and scent of her.

When he asked her what he could do for her, her shoulders rose and fell in a shrug. "My birthday's not until next year. Y'got plenty of time to think of something." The grin on her face was unquestionably a playful challenge, though she neither opened her eyes nor lifted her head so he probably couldn't see it so much as feel it against his skin.

"Oi, I dun have tah wait fer a birthday tah do somethin' nice fer yah. I could be feeling, like yah know... all wanting to reciprocate." A motion to the air around him befer those fingers went back tah that light, gentle stroke ovah the surface o' her skin. At first he didn't know she was grinning at him but after a moment he felt it on his shoulder and snorted, "Yah bein' a little snot tah me when I'm tryin' tah be all sweet and lovin' back tah yah."

Grace answered that laugh with a warm smile, her fingertips drawing random little circle patterns on his chest. Her breathing had slowed, her lashes ever heavier where they veiled those glittery green eyes. The girl really might drift off at any moment, given the opportunity. She was comfortable and warm, feeling safe and happy in his arms.

"...All wanting to reciprocate, huh?" Catching the tail end of his sentiment as the soothing rumble of his laughter died away, the little dancer peeled one eye open, contemplating a response. "Y'always sweet and loving to me, Mark," the girl insisted quietly. "But if you're really feelin' like reciprocating, you could always finish what you started a little while ago..." She was referring to the way he had teased her early when they were wrapped up in each other where he had spent all that time kissing along her thigh and higher.

"Tha kinda feels more like doin' more fer myself than something fer yah," he grinned at her, turning his head tah kiss her forehead cause it was within the reach o' him. There was a glance down tah her and then he chuckled, "Mehbe a quick refresher befer tha, though."

"I was jist gonna spend all my time down there but someone got all handsy with meh boxers," he smiled, eyes goin' tah the ceilin' o his camper. One large breath came in and din left him. "I think..." He gave her another squeeze befer he continued, "that this camper is gettin' a little tah old and small fer me and I need tah upgrade."
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PostPosted: Fri Sep 23, 2016 2:47 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Grace's answering laugh was essentially soundless, an echo of a giggle more so than an actual, real one. She said nothing, though, accepting that forehead kiss as she nuzzled lightly into his jaw. She considered the matter settled as a 'no', then: getting up to bother with the shower was the same as getting up to make pancakes -- it still required her to be upright with her eyes open, and that was precisely what the girl was trying to avoid.

Curling her fingers into his ribs, the tiny stylist was looking small and fragile again, most of her frame draped across him in a way that made it abundantly apparent just how little 'little' got. The leg that was still on the mattress ended somewhere just past his knee, she had her torso twisted across him to wrap that arm all the way around his chest. Mark's girl was pixie sized, an elfin fae like creature whose substance seemed to dissipate when her larger than life personality wasn't totally animated.

She was just considering drifting off in earnest when he squeezed her, issued that big sigh, said what he did. This time both eyes flashed open, processing what it was he was really saying. "Really, now?"

He woulda called her 'fun sized' iffin she asked him about it. Well, mehbe jist called her that in his head. His little fun sized candy bar. Fun sized Snickers. The thought had him chuckling a little tah himself. She was all ovah him and he liked tha way she jist hung ovah him with all tha ease in the world. Nevah thought he woulda gotten somethin' like dis. Naht after everythin'. Befer her sex jist startin' tah feel like a thin' that happened and like tha girls was jist goin' through a Mark phase they gotta work outta der system. Naht something dat felt right, that felt like it was really there, like whut he got with Grace.

When she perked up at his words sinkin' in tah her, he smiled at her and nodded, "Yeah, it's easier tah move to yours than do a Spring Cleanin' o this one." Tha grin followed.

Grace hadn't brought the question of where to move in together up at all since their first discussion. Mark was a man who weighed decisions carefully, and she'd gotten the impression from their first talk on the matter that he was slow to warm up to change. So it wasn't that she'd forgotten that it was still a question they were mulling over, but the tiny stylist was still caught off guard by how easily the answer seemed to come from him now.

She lifted her head off his chest, tipping it back so she could meet his gaze. The girl couldn't have consciously said what Mark could do to "reciprocate", to make her feel important and loved, but... somehow he'd hit on the perfect thing, anyway. Those wide green eyes were emotional, full to the brim with love for him as she nodded. "I love you."

Mark was won ovah by her steppin' out of her comfort zone. She'd gone and done something thoughtful fer him, tah make him happy, ‘cause he asked and it was only some personal reservations tha had kept her from sayin' no. Same thing could be said fer moving in tahgether. They practically was livin' tahgether, her place was bigger and she were right in terms of it jist makin' sense. But it was outta his comfort zone and he had some personal reservations about movin' that had finally changed. In short, she'd been a source of inspiration. It didn't feel sah bad, sah impossible, now.

"Don't get all gooey on meh," he reached up, cuppin' tha side of her face tah give her a kiss, "I'm only doin' it sah dat yer panties can be guarded by meh bettah."

A little giggle spilled from her lips. That was another thing that was perfectly Mark - making light of a situation to bring a smile whenever something began to feel too serious. Particularly when it involved any kind of hardship or discomfort to himself - Mark was always 'fine', in good spirits, resilient and indomitable. It showed a strength that she admired, but it also made her heart ache for him in that secret, quiet way. Leadership had its burdens, for sure.

Leaning into his kiss, she nudged the tip of his nose with her own. "Mm. That's a good point. No random panty thief would dare steal my underwear when there's a chance they'll get yours instead..."

"Whut? Nah. My man-panties got twice tha value of your's, it's jist I'm there tah scare 'em off," and tah that end he nudged her nose right on back tah make his point. Tha knee furthest from her lifted up jist a little, not quiet at a full bend. Mark was a mornin' person, usually up and ready tah go first thin’ but Grace had done well tah slow him down sah that they was lingering and chattin' in each other's arms. The photos had also kept him from makin' the coffee so that was workin' in her favor.

"Twice the value, you say?" Grace's brows arched curiously at this, not quite a challenge but kinda sorta thinking about it. "You can definitely scare anybody who tries to come in the window off, though..."

Rolling more completely onto her stomach, the girl was still mostly on and partly off of Mark, draped across him like the world's most strangely shaped blanket. She bent her head down, brushing his lips with hers, lingering there in a not-quite kiss that doubled as a tacit thank you.

With a sigh, she pulled back at last. "Well. There's no going back to sleep now, so I guess I should make those pancakes, huh?"

His hands went tah her waist tah pull her more directly on top o' him. He may or may naht o' liked tha way it felt when she straddled him. She pulled back with tha talk about pancakes which had him all sort of grinning. "And even though it's meh birthday. I may be inclined tah help you along with them." Yes. Help. That's whut the gypsy king did best with her and pancakes.

It was particularly easy to move a little thing like her when she didn't at all mind being moved. Pulled more completely on top of him, the girl straddled him in a boneless way, her legs falling to either side of his hips. She folded her hands together across his chest, pillowing her chin across her laced fingers. "Mm. S'nice up here," said Grace with a little grin.

Her nod was sage, serious. Grace knew full well how 'helpful' he could be when he was of a mind. "That would be... a very big help."

He had tah crane his neck and struggle a bit tah kiss her, but bein' that the angle was whut it was he only managed tah catch the tip of her nose fer a peck befer layin his head back down. Mark was all grin, o' course, His hands folded tahgether at her lower back as though he meant tah cradle her there. Finally, his legs stiffening fer a stretch he looked down at her, "Sah let's get this pancake party started, yeah? I've got tha coffee covered." His hands unfolded from her back, one hand smoothin' through the teal sea of her hair, circlin' around the curve o' her ear with his fingertips stoppin' at her earlobe tah give it a playful tug.

Grace stretched forward to meet that kiss, even though it ended up on her nose, which wrinkled playfully at the contact. The way his fingers curled around her ear left her lashes fluttering, a lazy smile on her face.

He was stretching underneath her, suggesting they get started, and the girl rolled off of him gain, landing on her back on the mattress. She stretched luxuriously before sitting up at last, raking her fingers through her hair. Scooting to the end of the bed, she took the stairs - not nearly tall enough to just jump down the way Mark had a habit of doing - and let herself down to the main floor. Instead of stopping in the kitchen, though, the girl went straight to the bathroom to freshen up a little.

Mark ended up sitting at tha edge o' tha bed, legs dangling down jist until he made tha small hop tah land on his feet. Not botherin' with boxers, he grabbed some old robe he wore sometimes. It were a bit wore out, ending somewhere at the middle of his shin instead of by tha ankle. Raking a hand through his messy bed-sex hair, he flicked tha switch tah the coffee kettle on as he had intended tah do from the onset of his day. His hands and skin still smelled like sex. Still smelled like her. It was enough that he smiled a bit about it while diggin' out two coffee cups tah set them on the counter.

"You want a cup?" He called down tah her, pretty sure she was of tha mind tah say yes. But mehbe naht after jist brushin' her teeth or somethin'. Mint and coffee wasn't always the best combination.
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PostPosted: Fri Sep 23, 2016 3:00 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

"Yes please!" After a few minutes, Grace opened the bathroom door again, though she didn't immediately emerge. There was a sound of running water, washing her face and hands most likely. It wasn't that she minded smelling like Mark and sex, but washing her hands before she made food was sort of mandatory, and washing her face while she was at it just seemed like a smart thing to do.

Turning the water off, Grace came back into the main room of the RV, spying Mark in his old robe. The girl made a face, crossing her arms over her chest. "Oh, you get to wear clothes, do you? That hardly seems fair..." She stuck her tongue out at him even as she slipped back into his kitchen, opening pantry doors to retrieve the things she needed to make pancakes.

"Ohhh?" he looked up from the coffee pot at her, a half-smile twisting his lips before he poured two both a cup o' joe, "I was figuring you was gettin' dressed in there," cause women tended to emerge from bathrooms, doin' whutevah it was they had to do, dressed up or changed or whutever. He shrugged outta tha robe, tossin' it tah tha bed. Both hands held up in a ta-da motion when he spoke, "I wouldn't leave yah uneven with meh." Well, they both knew that weren't true, either.

"Oi, need tah brush meh teeth." A good swallow of his straight black coffee. One hand gave her side a squeeze jist before he tip toed around her fer the bathroom. A sorta face wash, followed by a brushin' of his teeth. Some knit pickin' here and there sah he looked all right before he came back out, lookin' tah see whut she was up tah and mehbe figure the best way o' gettin' intah trouble with it.

"Liar. Y'pretty cute though," the girl danced her way around him, brushing little kisses over his chest before she pulled the milk and some eggs out of the refrigerator. Once she had all her ingredients assembled, she bent at the waist to retrieve a bowl from the lower cabinets. This might have been a thing she did on purpose, what with how there were bowls on the higher shelves, how she might could have bent her knees to get to the bowl, etc.

She got the long wolf-whistle from him at the 'accidental' show she was puttin' on. Mark's hand drifted up, scratchin' at the Sun Tarot card ovah his ribs as he stepped up tah her. Naht but a fist of distance apart from them when his left hand gave her bottom a pop tah turn a little red hand mark on her bottom. Mehbe tah keep her from twistin' around tah swat at him he captured her hips with his hands, tha tips o' his fingers curled along the splayed angle of her hip bone. "Chop chop! I get ornery when I'm hungry."

The smack earned him a surprised little yelp, a startled jump, but he had her by the hips before she could retaliate. Standing back up to her full (not-so) height, she leaned against him, pressing her shoulder blades into his chest as she tipped her head back to look up at him. "Better watch it, Mister. My boyfriend says I'm quite fierce."

Pulling away from him at length, she grabbed a spoon to mix her ingredients with, brandishing it at him over her shoulder as if to say that he better not try that again.

"Oi, tha yah are," he kissed the outside o’ her face, his hand releasin' her and takin' tha side step tah have another swallow of his coffee. When she gave him that warning wag of the mixing spoon he chuckled, leanin' his side up tah the face of the refrigerator to watch her, fer a moment, at a distance that might imply he'd partly behind fer her. His hand was still holdin that steaming coffee, the mug put tah his chest jist ovah heart.
It didn't take her long to put the ingredients together, especially since Mark was being surprisingly well behaved. As the pan on the stove heated up, Grace retrieved her coffee cup at last, adding just a touch of milk before bringing it to her lips. She made her way over to him leaned up against the fridge, then, leaning against him once more as she laid her head on his chest. "When do you want to start moving in?"

"Got stuff tah handle fer tomorrow and next day. When's yah next day off at tha salon?" His mug transferred from the center of his chest and off tah tha side when she came up tah lean against him. Seemed like she was bein' an offhand tease about it, naked as she was and puttin' that skin up tah his like it weren't putting dry leaves over coals. Still, he managed tah give a nonchalant swallow of his coffee, tha arm against tha fridge comin' partly around her so that his fingertips rested lax at tha gentle rise of her tailbone.

"Sah, I mean bit sooner than later I think. Naht right sure whut tah do with the RV, though." There was an upward glance, a wide looping roll of his gaze as if examining the roof of a cathedral and not the old small RV they was in.

Grace settled into that semi-embrace, nuzzling her cheek into his chest. It might have been putting fuel to the fire, but she couldn't imagine not cuddling up to him when the opportunity was available. They were a physical couple, always with their hands on one another. She sipped her coffee, pondering her schedule.

"...Thursday, I think?" Tilting her head to look up at him, she slipped one arm behind him, leaning in to nibble playfully on his skin. "S'that soon enough?"

"Oi, yah can't be expectin' meh tah behave when yer up tah those things," his body turned intah her's sah he was pressin' her back up tah the face o' the fridge. It mighta jist been their saving grace that they he had one o' his hands occupied with a cup o' coffee jist then. His head bowed, lips pressin' tah the outside o' her cheek and then just before that teardrop earlobe. "Thursday I think can work. I only got one thin' tah move around or jist let Quinn take care of."

"Sure I can," Grace giggled, kissing the spot where she'd just been nibbling, as though to make it better. "...it's just that my expectations are totally unreasonable, yeah?" She grinned, moving away from him to check the heat of the pan. Finding it at the right temperature, she used a measuring cup to pour out the first couple of pancakes.

"What's going on Thursday?" Looking up at him from the stove, her expression was curious.

"Verah unreasonable." He mighta kept her up against that fridge fer a spot of trouble if he had more than one hand tah work with. As was, she got past his weak point and back tah the stove. Looonnngggg put-upon sigh came tah follow, his shoulder up tah the face of the fridge as he watched her go about whut she was doin'. Her little frame without a stitch on it moving with a comfortable, fluid ease, even when she knew he was lookin' at her all kinds of up and down. Staring at her like tha reminded him!

Cell phone was set down and he turned, snatching his phone off tha mattress and din turning back around. Resuming his lean tah the face of the fridge he snapped a photo o' her as she went about her pancake work. At the question of Thursday his eyebrows went up but his gaze stayed locked on tha image he got captured on his phone, "Gonna do an inventory. The thieves in town got real comfortable with tradin' whut they stealin' fer some money or exchange." They was comin’ tah be fencers o’ goods on account of it.

She'd had to duck under his arm to get away from him, it was true. But hey, there were pancakes to make! Can't deny the birthday boy his pancakes, even if it did deny him a little more trouble.

Almost as if to make up for it, though, Grace looked back at him over her shoulder as she carefully flipped the pancakes over. "....Still need help with the syrup, you know..." Her voice trailed off in an ever-so-innocent singsong as she glanced up at one of the cabinets directly above her and then back to him, ever so deliberately.

"I was thinkin' that we could gather up whut we got and at the beginnin' o' every month do like a gypsy market in tha marketplace or somethin' tah get some money together. I dun sah much like folks comin' in tah camp." Prostitution was also a good that gypsies was known for trading, and one Mark didn't look down his nose at. Woulda been slightly hypocritical, given he'd pedaled such a thing at the behest of his dad durin' his youth. Mark only got weird about the hard drugs, but if they was legal he didn't sah much worry. It was all about the prison sentence associated with the thing and if it were wreckin' tha health o' those in camp.

Putting his cellphone down after the pic, he gave her a look when she reeled him back on ovah tah her. Bending over, at tha fridge and now here? Was gettin tah be a thin' tah keep behaved. Despite all o' that though, he jist didn't have it in him tah say no an’ keep the distance. Stepping right up, one hand going tah her hip opposite of him, the other hand reached up to snag the handle o' the cabinet and tug it open. Syrup acquired!
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PostPosted: Fri Sep 23, 2016 3:18 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

"That's a pretty good idea. Make some extra money for the family, clear out some of the stuff we just got layin' around." Grace nodded, agreeing with him about not having too many people come walking up on the camp. Things were getting better, feeling more like normal, but the overall sentiment was still more guarded than allowing strangers into their space would allow for. "Are there permits or whatever we'd need to set up there?"

She moved the first couple of pancakes off onto a plate and then ladled out two more. Mark came up behind her and she grinned. It could have been (probably was) deliberate, the way she suddenly bent forward at a slight angle, pushing back against him as soon as his fingers encircled her hip bone. "...Thanks baby," she breathed, looking up at him from over her shoulder. Was that a little wiggle? Of course not - Grace wouldn't do that.

"I dun think sah, naht fer a market day. Iffin we had a shop that'd be a whole otha thin'." Since they had lingered in RhyDin fer a bit, lifting things from shops was a bit risky. Wouldn't be long til folks started figuring it was them and givin' tha big frown in their direction. "Yah know Molly held her own sellin some booze and it naht that hard tah make, either. I bet a good few o' us got our own recipes tah share. Nother thin' tah put out there. Some o' that apple pie fer the comin' october should go real fast."

His weight shifted sah that his body was more directly staged behind her jist as she was gettin' some naht-sah-innocent ideas of her own. That bare, pert little bottom pressed intah him. There was a little groan from the tease, one hand sweepin' aside her teal hair sah that he could press his lips along tha back of her shoulder and up her neck, to tha part that was near the nape where the softer, short locks of her hair was. Tha hand which had been behaving jist about as good as she'd been was sneakin' lower.

Grace nodded, listening. "M'Dad had his own recipe I might could put my hands on," she said thoughtfully, of selling alcoholic brews. Grace had never tried to make it herself, but it didn't seem like it should be that hard? And from what she could tell, "the people in this town do seem to like their booze..."

She trailed off as he groaned, his mouth finding the sensitive skin along the back of her neck. Her moan answered him, a shiver slipsliding down her spine as her lashes fluttered. Grace managed to get the second set of pancakes flipped without burning them, but it was getting progressively harder to pay any attention to their welfare.

"That they do, naht that we fair any different from them in that regard." Though Grace weren't much of a drinker and truly, neither were he. He liked tah have his beers, but Mark weren't one tah get trashed too often. Mehbe it was cause he didn't like tah lose control or mehbe he jist didn't think he could.

There weren't any deflection of him then. Nah step around or excuse made tah reach into the fridge. She mighta just felt him smile against her neck, before his lips jist barely skimmed its surface, movin from the outter edge tah her nape where there was tha small indentations of where the bones beneath the skin was. She weren't squirming or redirectin' either the his hand that come tah rest between her legs.

His mouth broke away from her neck tah look down ovah her befer he spoke, "Still got some pancakes to make, yeah?"

"D-depends how many pancakes you w-wa--mmm." Grace tried to answer him, but found it suddenly hard to talk with his hand between her thighs. For Grace, their morning interlude had been something of a warm up, and her nerves were still on high alert, pulled tight and super sensitive. The girl caught her lower lip in her teeth, forcing herself to pull the second set of pancakes off the heat before they got trashed. She hesitated to put on any more.

Now she was squirming, but not in a way that suggested she wanted him to stop. One hand bent at the elbow, she clasped his bicep in little fingers, as though to hold him close.

He didn't see her hand move tah his arm, he just ended up feelin' tha pressure o' her fingers as they gripped him. Could feel her body give that bit o' shiftin' she was doing against him. Mark were wanting tah press intah her, but the fear o' gettin her too close to the hot stove eyes kept him back from that.

"Two's enough fer meh. Whut about you, love?" His mouth went back tah the worship o' her neck, a small nibble on tha edge of his skin which were largely inspired by her. Grace had gotten intah tha habit o' using gentle bites and he was startin' tah reflect that right back tah her.

"Two's plenty," the response came immediately, and with a deft twist of her wrist she turned the stove off. The eye would be hot for awhile to come, of course, but it was still better to do it now than forget about it as she got increasingly distracted.

"How's about..." a kiss at the outer arena of her ear, hand pausin' in its tease o' her befer he continued, "Yah lay yerself out on tha kitchen table sah I can eat yah proper?" Which was followed by a catch of her earlobe with his teeth. When his mouth pulled away there was a tug tah it befer his posture straightened up some. Those blue eyes of his tossed ovah taht he kitchen table. Pulling his hand from her was like a slow ache, one that ended with another playful smack tah her bottom.

Aftah Mark had made a meal o’ her on tha table there were still the naggin’ problem of actually needin’ tah eat something dat morning.

The girl was still flush from the moment when she slowly sat up, pushing herself up on her hands and then sliding herself off the end of the table into his lap. There was a little grin on her face as she wrapped her arms around him, and maybe in this position they could mostly hold each other upright while they recovered?

Glancing over her shoulder at the state of the pancakes, Grace used a few fingers to push her hair behind one ear, lifting her shoulder in a shrug. "... We sorta... suck at breakfast, yeah." Said the girl with a giggle as she turned back to face him. "There's more batter, and ... they're okay microwaved?"

"Oi, hey there sexy," he said aftah she sank into his lap. Both his hands came tah brace her just at tha waist and once she settled in they moved right on down tah her hips. Fingers splayed on tha ouside o' her legs and thumbs dipped into tha pocket against her hip bone. She was grinning, which tahday seemed tah mean more mischief than normal.

"You look real tore up about it," was whut he had tah say to that lift and fall o' her shoulder. At the suggestion of the microwaving he smiled, givin' her sides a little squeeze, "I dun mind if tha fate of all yer pancakes is tha microwave." He could still see blotchy red patterns on their skin from sex and friction. Would be a minute more before that started tah adjust and fade.

That smile lingered on her face even as the girl laid her head down on his shoulder. Tracing idle designs in the skin of his back - outlining his name in invisible art - she slumped there, content against him. His hands fit into that perfect place along her hips, his favorite place to hold her, it seemed, from the fingerprint shaped marks that were becoming a somewhat permanent fixture. Grace liked it, though, liked that he had a favorite, liked that she could still see those little shapes sometimes days later.

"I do love breakfast," replied the girl doubtfully, and she grinned like a cat when he said he didn't mind the microwave. With her face all but an inch from his neck, Grace lifted her head just enough to catch the lobe of his ear in her teeth, tugging playfully. "But I love ruining breakfast with you more."

People that knew him well knew he got intah habits and that he got that sentimental streak in him. Weren't always that hips he likes but Grace had a way of straddlin' him to where his hands jist kept goin' there. Her finger drawin little patterns on him was somehow soothin' tah him, like a cat gettin a slow and diligent petting.

"You should ruin meh breakfast every time." His head drew back and din his hand made a real soft motion down the side o' her face with the inquiry, "You evah willing tah have kids again?" It was somethin he thought about when he thought about tha future and her bein' in it.
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PostPosted: Fri Sep 23, 2016 3:28 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

This wasn't a question Grace had expected from Mark. It was meant to be a festive, upbeat day, and already they'd bridged the gap on where to live. The girl was perfectly content in his lap, enjoying the simple pleasures of touching him and being touched, nothing much of anything important on her mind. A soft laugh escaped her mouth where she'd planted it against his shoulder after releasing his ear lobe. "I can totally do that," she promised, of ruining his breakfast every time. Well, she ruined his breakfast just about every time already, one way or another, so it really wasn't a far stretch to consider. Guess the gypsy king would have to start getting up even earlier... or get used to showing up for 'work' a little later.

But then he was drawing his hand over her face in that gentle way he had, and the words he spoke were of the critically serious sort, the kind that sometimes felt like a trap. Grace knew he didn't mean it that way, but even so it was a difficult thing to answer -- as much or more on account of his past than her own. The girl caught the inside of her right cheek in her molars, chewing on it thoughtfully, her green eyes as solemn as they were contemplative. Eventually, she nodded. "I hope to have children someday, yeah."

All at once, the words that woman had spoken to her months ago, when Keirra and Gwen had that fight and Mason was there, came back to her. You will have what you have always been desiring. Swallowing, her gaze never left his face. "What about you?"

It weren't somewhere he intended his mind tah go. But there was talk of tha future which was going back and forth between them. From thoughts o' it being Beltane, from her sayin' thin's about twenty years from now. About always ruinin' breakfast and then his mind gone tah jist whut sort of breakfasts she'd be ruinin'. He were used tah being one o' many kids, of other kids bein' around and having siblings. Kinda always figured he would be a dad o' a gang of little Barlows, all quick handed and knowin' how tah smile right tah get outta thin’s. Bein' the best parts o' whut he was and leavin' behind tha rest.

She was takin' whut he said real serious and tah that he was wondering whut she envisioned. If she saw naht jist the one but a whole little pack o' them like he did. But sometimes aftah a loss women jis didn't feel tha same way about it. Mehbe she was done and there jist weren't nah way she'd wanna go back down that path. But that weren't the answer. She said someday, and mehbe that was true or mehbe that was jist her givin' him a "no" in tha nicest way she could think of. Mehbe he jist surprised her with it all.

"I was thinkin' a couple when things was right for it." He leaned forward tah kiss her, "Things are naht right fer such a thin now but... yeah. I mean when I put a crown on my girl I intend tah have kids with 'er, tah."

Mark had that real serious, intent look on his face. It wasn't his leader face, but it wasn't exactly his every day Mark face, either, and it certainly wasn't his mischievous, 'who me?' boyish grin face either. He was studying her, Grace realized, every bit as much as she was studying him.

Exactly when she thought he might say no, Mark said yes, and not just 'yes' but 'a couple', even. The relief the girl in his lap felt was palpable, and a little smile began forming in the corners of her mouth. He pressed his mouth to hers and she met him there, resting her forehead against his a long moment after the kiss broke, her big eyes closed.

"I was afraid you were off the idea altogether after what happened," said Grace quietly, those luminous emerald eyes sliding open once more. They'd never really talked about what happened to Molly, though the stylist had heard more than her fill of gossip on the matter.

"I was thinking that you was mehbe gonna be the same way." He admitted it jist after she did, foreheads put together as they were. They both got reasons tah be gun shy on that, tah fear whut it might mean tah have kids with someone. Naht when yer first round o' things gone sah bad. Mehbe Molly had been pregnant with his, or mehbe it was another man's. With no genetic test anywhere it was all gonna be speculation. That sorta thing had kept him up fer more then jist a few nights.

And while thin's wasn't where they needed to be, Mark figured that was jist somethin' a little more time would sort. Grace been more than patient with him and mehbe dat was on account of her havin' her own past. She had taken a bit o' a risk on Mark, knowing whut she knew about him. Some women woulda jist written him off fer it but Grace always seemed tah see somethin' in him most folks jist kept labelin' tha wrong way.

"I mean, there's all dis time we got befer really havin' tah worry, but now that there's naht tha hurt there was befer... you know, I see dah kids and whutevah and I find myself thinkin' o' my own like it's just the inevitable thin' tah happen. Din I realize we naht said much on it, mehbe cause o' things and naht wantin' tah introduce the idea too soon or nothin' but..." there was a small shrug from him, his hands slippin' behind her to fold tahgether at her lower back, "I realized there was an equal chance you got no interest left in it, on account of thin's."

Grace shook her head, then kissed him again, her lips grazing his softly. "I've always wanted kids, Mark. That's what was so hard about it. As much as I hated Jasper, I loved that little boy. I wanted him so much I was willing to put up with his stupid dad." These were words she'd never really said out loud before, a thing the tiny dancer didn't realize until she'd already said them.

His hands wrapped around her like that and she held his gaze, green on blue. "I would love to have kids with you." A little smile. "Not like... tomorrow. But...one day."

"Dat's good cause I'm prettah sure it'll happen within tha hour you go off birth control," he grinned at her, his folded hands pushin' at her lower back. Der was another lean forward tah her and a kiss before his weight slumped into tha backrest o' tha chair. Mark were all messy dark hair and blue eyes turned up for her, more o' that boyishness comin' tah him now that they was givin' one another tha more pleasant of answers. Even if something was tah happen tah where they had no future, it wouldn't be on account of that.

"Sah, you gonna show me those microwavin' skills or whut?" Now he got that cocky look back on him, tryin' tah surpress his amused grin much as he could when lookin' tah her.

The comment brought a little giggle bubbling up from her lips, though Grace didn't exactly contradict him. It was all too true that the gypsy royals were sort of terrible at restraint when it came to each other. With both arms draped around his shoulders, the girl threaded her fingers into his hair at the neck as they kissed again. She pouted just a little when he pulled away, settling back against the chair, but her resolve wobbled when Mark gave her that boyish look she'd come to love so much. Fingers moved up the back of his scalp to tug lightly on a lock of his hair somewhere near the front before she kissed him again and then wriggled her way down off his lap. "I could," she said, finger-combing her own sex-disheveled mane of seafoam green. "Or I could just...make the rest of the pancakes." The batter hadn't been sitting out *that* long, right?

"Oi, you think you gonna do bettah fer round two?" One eyebrow arched up like she was puttin' forth tha challenge tah him. Truth was, he was still recoverin' from her and most he could do was bluff a bit and hope a half hour or so passed befer she went and called him on it. Beyond all o' that, his belly was aching fer the want of breakfast. His right hand scratched his stomach, head rolled back tah watch her. He was slouched sah low that his bottom rested at the edge of his seat. Feelin' it, he scooted back up tah be upright instead o' tha boneless mass she'd gone and turned him intah.

The pealing of silver bells that was Grace's giggle sounded again as she tossed a glance over her shoulder, looking back at him. "No... but I figure I got a minute before you're ready for round three." Blowing him a coquettish kiss, she crossed the short distance back to the stove, twisting the knob to heat her pan back up. She stirred the batter, checking its consistency, and then took a lean against the counter with her arms crossed low over her belly, turning back to face him. That grin lingered at the edges of her full mouth.

"So anything in particular y'wanna do today, Mister Not-King? ...Besides what we've already been doing, and your... strawberry shortcake request, that is."
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PostPosted: Fri Sep 23, 2016 3:39 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

"I was thinkin' I'd like tah get out fer a little bit. Maybe have a beer or somethin' at tha dragon with yah." Mark was fine, jist fine, stayin' in camp and doing whut needed doin' here and there but even he got to where he'd jist like tah step out and see somethin' new. The problems which had been there fer every time he went out had died back, sah he was feelin' a bit more bold, "Mehbe invite a few others along or it can jist be tha two o' us." There was advantages tah both. Sometimes he figured the folks in camp needed tah get out too, but there was always tha chance that they would get themselves intah trouble with the locals and it be more about herdin' cats than havin' a night out.

Grace held her hand over the pan to check its temperature, then pushed away from the counter top so she could wash her hands in the sink. Drying them off on a paper towel, her face was still turned towards Mark as he answered. Nodding afterwards, there was a little smile on her face as she opened the cabinet that contained the trashcan to discard her paper towel.

"It would be nice to go back there," agreed the little dancer as she spun away from the sink, back towards the stove. Grace had really only been there the once with Mark, but she'd had a nice time up to the point that the Snakebites had done her in. "No snakebites," she admonished him, checking the temperature on the pan again and then picking up one of the now very cold pancakes she'd already made. Ripping it in half, she nibbled on the end of one piece, moving closer to Mark on light feet to offer him the other half. Even a cold pancake was still a good one, and this way they didn't have to wait on the microwave.

"One snakebite," he countered, holding up a finger at her with a smile. He wiggled it and reminded her with a hopeful expression, "Birthday?" His hand dropped and then his arm crossed ovah his chest tah look at her as she nibble on old pancake and started tah work on a whole new batch.

"Alright, one snakebite," Grace relented. Apparently today she was going to be an absolute pushover. The girl leaned in to steal a kiss from his lips before going back to the stove. Apparently it was warm enough for her now, because she was pouring out enough batter for two pancakes again.

"...I gotta say, though. Inviting other people sounds suspiciously like this party you swore you didn't want..." Her grin was spreading as she said it, though, a sparkle of mischief in her eyes.

Mark had a tendency tah like his little parties and his get tahgethers. Always liked tah hang at the bonfire spot and flag people down with that grin he got. But Grace made her little point and was callin' him out o nexactly tha thing he was saying he didn't want. His reaction, mature as it was, was tah stick his tongue out at her. Aftahwards, though, there was a tilt of his head, "Jist you and meh din."

"I was just teasin' you, Mark. Might be nice to let everybody celebrate." They could use a happy community occasion, even if it was a night on the town, and what better happy occasion than to celebrate her not-King? They'd had parties for less good reasons than that, surely.

It weren't good tah let him know there was a day with which tah get away with things. Mark were liable tah see if unbirthdays would count or if she could put some credit towards that day. Naht that Grace seemed much tah mind it. Her smile was still bright and she gave him a look which said she kinda liked that he troubled her with it all.

"Oi but you make a point nonetheless," he said with a small nod tah her. Did they wanna have the whole crew out with them or naht? He smiled at her and then stood up slowly, his moist skin partial tah stickin' tah the seat. Were good tah stand and stretch himself out though his body were feelin' some o' the wear.

Grace would be pretty disappointed if Mark didn't try to get away with things. What kind of Gypsy King would he be if he played by the rules all the time? She was all smiles for him as she checked the pancakes and them flipped them in the pan. "...Well, there's also the fact that ...given the way our day is going already, might be hard to have round fifteen when y'gotta be responsible for everybody else, too...."

"Round fifteen? Naht possible. Naht a man out there that can do all dat without bein' somethin' else." Mark's eyes had gone wide a bit like Grace might gah and try to hold him tah this '15' she was talkin' about. Rakin' his hands through his hair he moved back ovah by her, dippin' his head down tah kiss dah bare curve o' her shoulder.

Glancing up at him when he moved in behind her, Grace had to tilt her head back and to the side to catch sight of him. The look in her eyes was pure gypsy: a little bit of challenge, a little bit of mischief, a little bit of innocent ingénue. "Mark Barlow," she said in a tone that seemed to indicate distress, or at the very least shock and surprise. "Are you standin' there tellin' me you're not up to the challenge? Not even up to trying?" She waved her spoon at him to make her point.

Truth be told, Grace wasn't exactly up to him trying, either. Fifteen sounded like... well, it sounded like more than the human female body could withstand, too. Whether she went numb from overstimulation or her brain actually leaked out her ears, either way it sounded like something that couldn't be. Even so, though, she couldn't resist firing just a little bit of that gypsy spirit right back at him.

Of course, then his mouth found her shoulder, and the girl practically purred. "Mmm. I swear you know just how to melt me," murmured the girl as she lifted the first two pancakes out of the pan.

"Oi, I like a good challenge as much as tha next fella," he grinned, comin' tah like tha moments where he got her tah wag that spoon at him. Seemed like tha was gettin' more and more tah be the goal o' thin's. His hands rubbed up her sides and he kissed her again when she said it were tha thing which was meltin' her. Dat gil knew how tah make a man feel sexy, fer sure.

"Looks like der's gonna be breakfast aftah all." He leaned intah her, wrappin' one arm around her waist as he picked up tha plate o' fresh pancakes and din retreated back tah the kitchen table. Der was some thin's he gotta put back on it since it was in disarray from the "treat" he had befer breakfast. Fork and syrup sorted, it weren't long befer he was makin' quick work o' it.

"I should hope so." The reply came with a deliberately coquettish bat of her lashes. Grace shifted her weight subtly back against him as he leaned in to kiss her again, one hand dropping from her work at the stove to rest lightly over one of his for just a moment when he wrapped that arm around her. It was a fleeting moment, just a second or two, but a tender one. "I love you," she said softly as he moved away to sit down.

Pouring out two more pancakes, that was pretty much the end of the batter she'd made. A grin stole over her features as she took the bowl to the sink to rinse it out while the pancakes cooked. She could hear Mark picking up things that had been knocked over - papers, a salt shaker, among other things- as she thought about how they ended up on the floor.

"...How's second breakfast?" She called nonchalantly as she slid back to the stove to flip her pancakes.

He always kinda got a smile when she said she loved him. Sometimes it were bright and other times, like just then, it appeared momentarily, but it was always there. Kinda a softer smile, like he was sayin' thanks or 'love yah too' when he did it. He were about half way through eatin' whut was there when she asked tha question. It prompted a smile from him befer he looked up from his plate, wiping his mouth with a napkin befer sayin, "Naht as good as the first, but it'll do." Der's his knowing smile. The one dat might be a touch cocky when he had it.

Sometimes when she was busy he'd steal a look ovah tah her. Some parts o' her skin still blushed and he kinda liked that look of it. Like her mussed hair and redness was all undeniable signs o' him being there. It ranked jist about as sexy as a woman wearing jist yer shirt and nothin' else.

Generally pale and petal-skinned, it wasn't particularly difficult to lift swirls of red from Grace; to leave lingering, ghost like shadow-bruises. Particularly wherever the delicate curve of bone most protruded -- her hips, her ribs, her collar. It lent to the illusion that she was a fragile, porcelain thing.

The girl laughed quietly as she pulled the last two pancakes from the pan, turning off the eye and then transferring the pan to the sink. She carried her plate to the kitchen table, but made no move towards either the other chair or the bench seat along the back. Instead Grace turned herself at an angle, setting her plate down beside his nearly empty one as she perched on his lap. "...Good answer."

"Oi yah jist love tah ask fer trouble." He said when her bottom found a home on on his lap. Of course he got an arm wrapped around her, his hand comin tah rest stop her thigh and give a little squeeze dat said she was more din welcome tah be there. His other hand moved down tah his lap tah make some adjustments tah himself since her addition changed the positioning o' some thin's.

"...Every chance I get," the look she gave him over her shoulder said it all, and that sultry little half smile on her lips only further underlined it. Mark squeezed her thigh and Grace stole his fork, using it to attack her own pancakes as he got comfortable underneath her.

"Yah know whut I'd like tah do? Der is a hot spring I wanna try out." Mark always liked swimming, it was one o' tha reasons he picked the glen fer camp.

Grace had a mouth full of breakfast when Mark made his announcement. She swallowed, used the back of her hand to wipe her mouth because she'd forgotten to bring over napkins. "Oh yeah?" There was a tone of anticipation in the way her voice curved up at the end. "Is it one of those fancy private ones that's like an outdoor spa or s'it public space?"
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PostPosted: Fri Sep 23, 2016 3:47 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

His hands moved tah her knees spreadin' dem sah dat they wrapped tah the outside of his leg. Dee was a kiss planted jist between her shoulder blades, "I dun rightly know. Jist somethin' I heard was a thing but dey made it sound like it was outdoors." Who was this they he was talkin about? Mark added, "Someone is tha dragon made mention o' it one night I was out. You gonna feed meh a few bites since you borrowed meh fork?"

"I think we should check it out then," said Grace with a grin, fitting another bite of pancake into her mouth as she nodded. At his gentle urging, the girl slipped her knees apart, wrapping each little foot around the backs of his calves, her knees resting just along the outside of each of his knees. The position was ... well, decidedly unladylike, but the tiny artist didn't seem particularly self conscious about it as she cut another piece of pancake away with her fork.

Mark’s hands may or may naht have continued bein’ tha best behaved fer her.

Lifting that fork, Grace hesitated, her lashes fluttering as his hand found its way to her center. "....speaking of trouble," she intoned in a low voice, redirecting that fork so he could reach it over her shoulder. "Okay, but only---only 'cause I like you a lot."

"You sure it's naht dat you fallen madly in love with meh? Yah are sharing yer pancakes with meh, aftah all." He craned his neck to catch the still warm bite of pancake ovah her shoulder.

Giggles erupting from her chest, Grace shook her head, nudging his chest gently with one of her elbows. "...Yeah," she admitted a moment later. "Yeah, it's that I've fallen madly in love with you, y'big goofball." Mark took his bite of pancake and Grace lowered the fork with every intention of helping herself to more food.

But as she leaned forward to reach the plate, her lover had other ideas, part of his hand sinking into her. The girl let her head drop forward, catching the full swell of her lower lip in her teeth. "Um," she said ever so intelligently, relinquishing her hold on that cutlery as she leaned back against his chest instead. So much for breakfast.

Her body leaned back against him and he smiled, hear in tha hard sound o' her fork come tah rest on the table top. Mehbe he woulda been jist planning tah tease her a bit jist while she was eating. "Oi, yah should know bettah than tah plant yer bottom right on meh." He was leaning back, too, his knees spreadin a bit more knowing that her legs, being wrapped tah his like they was, would yawn further apart than they already was.

"...Know better...?" Parroting part of that little scolding he was doing, there was a grin on her face, a skeptical rise of her eyebrows as she tipped her head back against his shoulder, exposing more of her neck to his nuzzling. "S'that mean I should never do it again?"

It was the kind of question that wasn't entirely rhetorical: the correct answer was implied of course, but so was the demand for an actual response. That lingering grin on her lips said she knew exactly what she was doing, getting herself in even more trouble as she provoked and teased him gently. Her spine arched as Mark spread her thighs even further for her, and Grace slipped one hand behind her back, between them, her fingers gliding down from his navel.

It were the sorta mornin’ that left them naht sah well behaved and jumpin’ tah do things befer they was ready for it. From touchin’ tah penetratin’, her back tah him as she rode his lap, they weren’t givin’ their bodies much rest and it seemed like it might all jist be a lot o’ toyin’ and teasin’. He weren’t sure that there would be a finish until it finally came tah them.

For a moment or two, Grace wondered if they really might have overdone it. If there was just too much stimulation, too much movement, too much fatigue, too much. But then he said what he did, his hands clamping down on her hips, bringing her forcefully down against him at the same moment he practically stood up to meet her, and... he was right, there it was.

It was the kind of orgasm that seemed to wring her inside out, its power grown exponentially for the work it had taken to achieve it. Scarcely daring to breathe, her eyes squeezed tightly shut, the scream that left her lips was wordless, almost voiceless, her body going completely rigid against his and then very suddenly boneless, a puddle of a girl melting all over him.

They was both reduced tah puddles. Usually Mark's pride made him strut like it weren't nah matter, but he couldn't even put that act up this go around. He just sank back and moaned from the contact, his body feeling beaten and worn and beggin' him for some reprieve. It were jist sah hard when he got the idea goin' in his head like dat. Then her hands were no help, neither.

His eyes swiveled towards tha bed-cave and he looked at her, "I need a feckin' nap, love. I got nah more in meh fer anythin'."

Grace was slumped against his chest. She'd shifted on his lap just enough to let him ease out of her, to turn so she could lay her flushed cheek against his sweat-cooled chest, and there she'd stayed. Her hair was in her face except where it stuck to her skin and his in places, a seafoam spider web of silky strands caught here and there between them.

Rather than actually verbalize an answer - the little story teller was thoroughly beyond words just at present, she lifted one hand. Her index and pinkie fingers and her thumb were each extended, the middle two digits curled in against her palm. Universal sign for 'rock on' or in this case, 'a nap would be awesome so long as I don't actually have to move or talk or think or anything.'
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