The Mis-Adventure’s of Mae and Ivory (Closed for Lexavier)

[Lexavier]

Ivory loved the kissing. The sheer intimacy that they shaved through the connection of those soft lines, the tender touches of tongues before twisting, tasting, the whole feeling was euphoric. And then there were Mae's fingers, relentlessly pushing her ever forward, pleasure pulsing within her very core. Ivory squirmed and moaned into her mouth, getting louder and louder. Her hips would not stay still, grinding and pushing against the strong hand between them.

Ivory yelped, her eyes clenched tightly as Mae found her clit. Her lips formed an 'O', no longer having the ability to kiss, there was just pure, utter pleasure. She would have collapsed had Mae not been holding her, her legs turned to jelly and her back arched as she let out her loudest scream, punctuated with 'Yes!"s and "FUCK!"s. Her climax seemed to last for ages, her juices running down her legs, the smell of her arousal heavy in the air. Finally she could take no more and spun around to throw her arms around Mae, pulling her into a tight embrace as she panted, trying to get her breath back. "Oh Mae..." she breathed. "Oh .. fuck Mae.."

 

[HotKittygirl]

The lovely elven mage literally writhed in Mae’s embrace, mimicking the motion of her tongue against her own. Mae had never been one for kissing, especially on the lips; yet this beautiful woman had shown her the error of her ways. How she savored the sensation of those lips upon her own, the moisture and warmth of her tongue pressed flush against her own. She found she hungered for it as much as she had her own release. Another curious thing Ivory had shown Mae, the bliss of pleasing another. The way she moved against her, the way her body simply wiggled and shook with each movement of her fingers was beyond measure. She loved it all and wanted more than she could imagine, each moment Mae found herself wanting nothing more than to feel Ivory’s sweet release.

She didn’t have long before her wish came into being. The kiss was broken and Mae’s gaze fluttered open fully, watching the look of ecstasy ripple across Ivory’s beautiful visage. Her grip tightened upon her frame and for a moment she feared the elf would crumble to the floor. Yet she screamed, by the gods that scream, one of sheer, blissful release Mae didn’t think existed, well, if she hadn’t herself felt it moments before. The very decipherable profanity that filtered past her lips only caused Mae to grin, ah, she had been so proper, so well spoken and precise and now; Mae was all there was between her and tumbling to the ground. Yet she didn’t have time to gloat for long before she simply spun in her grasp, those delicate arms about her drawing the two into a tight embrace. Mae’s hands faltered for but a brief moment before she curled her arms securely about Ivory’s waist. She held her flush against her own frame, her head tilting as she trailed butterfly kisses across the elf’s cheek and down the side of her throat.

“Ivory,” She rumbled softly, nuzzling the elf’s cheek as she held her, letting the woman ride out her pleasure, even as her own still tingled in the afterglow of her titanic release.

 

[Lexavier]

Each tiny kiss on her sensitive skill sent ripples and shivers down Ivory's spine. Slowly, her legs regained their feeling and she was able to support herself. They parted and Ivory tilted Mae's chin lightly with a finger, pressing their lips together in a brief sweet kiss. Their eyes met, but there wasn't any need for words, none that Ivory could think of anyway. She just grinned at her and slipped back under the water, letting it wash over her curves, taking with it the sweat of their sex.

She didn't take long, she didn't want to be selfish, so she stepped out to let Mae under, finally finding her voice. "Well that was certainly an experience..." she murmured. "I wish all my showers were this much fun.." She ran her fingers through her dark hair, pulling it straight and letting the water drip from the ends. Her gaze never left Mae, she couldn't tear herself away from this majestic woman.

 

[HotKittygirl]

How long they stood there together, limbs wrapped about the other, Mae wasn’t sure nor did she bother to guess. It was the ending of a rather intimate moment, one Mae never thought to experience in her life let alone here. Funny to think it all started about some ring. Yet eventually Ivory found the will to support herself fully and drew back, Mae’s arms slipping from her in the process. Yet the elf took her by surprise then, a finger under her chin tilting her head up. The look within those jade depths was one of surprise, as well as upon her face yet before she could even retort Mae felt those sweet lips upon her own. The kiss was brief but oh so sweet, something that only caused Mae’s heart to flutter briefly. She silently cursed the elf, though as their eyes met any frustration she felt quickly diminished. The look they shared seemed as sweet as the kiss, that grin only causing Mae’s own smirk to tug at the corners of her lips as the elf slid under the waters.

Mae watched with appreciation of that svelte form as she rid herself once again of the residue of their coupling. She couldn’t help but watch the water run over her from head to toe yet again, the sight never seemed to grow old to her eyes. But Ivory found her voice then, something Mae had yet to do. Her gaze rose to meet Ivory’s own, a soft rumble of laughter overtaking her as she moved to take the woman’s place.

“Can’t say I’ve done that before. Almost makes me want to bath regularly,” She teased lightly, running her hands over her fame and letting the water soak through her hair yet again. She easily swiped the short mane back from her eyes and for the moment it was tamed. If anything it gave her a more regal appearance until it would start to dry and the wildness would slowly creep back in. Reluctantly Mae shut off the water and slipped out, grabbing a set of towels and tossing one to the elf before she began to dry herself.

“So you know a good way to the Capital?” Mae began as she wildly shook the towel through her hair, leaving that slicked mane in wild disarray as she set about drying her face, neck and shoulders. “From what I heard the main road is out. A bridge got taken out by a floor or a dragon or something. Only other way I know is west through the forest and that’s full of cutthroats and thieves.” She spoke as if they were easy friends, the moments of passions gone and they were back to business. Yet her tone held none of the superiority and contempt it did when they first met. Only after she had towelled the rest of herself dry did she turn back to the elf, the towel draped about her shoulders and those jade orbs holding their typical green warmth. “Might I got a plan though. I’m no ranger, though I can get by fair enough. Perhaps we find ourselves a scout...one that knows their way through the woods. Should be able to get us through with our skins intact and not have to murder our way through leagues of brigands...”

 

[Lexavier]

"I'm sure that can be arranged..." Ivory murmured in response, eyes following droplets of water as they ran down Mae's toned body. She resisted the urge to pounce her again, god could she do that again. But the night was drawing on and they couldn't spend it in the shower, they'd turn to prunes for one thing. Ivory sighed as Mae shut off the water, catching the offered towel and stepping onto the wooden floor.

It seemed odd, talking business, but the mere fact that moments after passionate love-making they could easily slip into making plans spoke volumes about their relationship to Ivory. She couldn't help the smile that creeped over her face. She nodded slowly, listening to Mae's logic. "I have to admit I hadn't heard about the Main road... and as much as I would love to cut through every low-life we come across, it would be time-consuming. So yes, a scout would be preferable." She agreed. "I'm afraid I don't pay much attention to where someone can hire ...help." she said, slightly awkwardly, obviously unused to looking for help.

 

[HotKittygirl]

Mae easily noted that awkward tone in her voice. There was no doubt just where it had come from, she wasn’t the type to seek out assistance. Ivory had proven that much before in the bar fight, though if anything the two had learned a great deal since then. She couldn’t help but smirk at her tone, tugging at the towel about her neck before she simply tossed it aside without a second thought.

“Enough gold and we can buy a whole company of sellswords,” She murmured lowly, her jade orbs drifting over the elf as she dried herself off. Silently she admired the sleek, svelte from of her new found lover , such a stunning piece of work Mae thought that perhaps this was what most people felt like when staring at a piece of art. “But all we need is one knowledgeable scout. There’s a guild outpost in town, near the stables. If there is anyone dependable in town they’ll know it. We can split the price,” Her tone was easy and confident, making decisions without consulting. But it was only fair, Mae was nothing if she wasn’t amiable, at least with those she trusted or cared about (which was few and far between). The barbarian slowly turned from Ivory and strode out of the bathroom. She went for the pack near the bed that had been there since they entered. Resting against the wall nearby was a rather impressive double headed axe, its edge glinting black even in the light. The haft itself was almost as long as most men, though for the moment Mae paid it no mind. She retrieved a simple attire, a tight fitting top and pair of shorts that only covered her shapely hips. Mae sat upon the bed and slid into her clothing, running one hand through her short, fiery mane before her gaze rose to find the alluring elf as she emerged from the bathroom as well.

 

[Lexavier]

Ivory dried herself quickly as they spoke, passing the towel across her soft skin to catch all the droplets. "Sounds like a reasonable plan." she agreed, even if it wasn't a question. She paused to rub her hair vigirously before emerging from the bathroom to find Mae dressed and waiting on the bed. Her clothes were simple yet did nothing to hide the figure beneath it. Ivory realised this woman could make a sack look appealing. She strode, her still naked hips wiggling with each step, over to the table and picked up her forgotten glass, taking a long sip of the delicious liquid. "I had not expected to be staying here the night, and my pack is still tied up with my horse." she declared. "It's protected well enough, but I'm afraid you'll have to put up with my naked body all night."

 

[HotKittygirl]

The barbarian watched the elf emerged from the bathroom, her gaze drawn instinctively to the natural sway of her shapely hips. Her entire body was simply a work of art, perfection wrought from alabaster. She was taut and toned, fit and undeniably beautiful. Mae could see the muscles tensing and flexing under her skin, the supple roundness of her backside tensing with each step, only to relax and jostle slightly. Ah, she couldn’t help but want to see if she could bounce a gold piece of those half-moon globes. Yet as tempting as that body was Mae found she enjoyed more than the sweet taste of her sex and the softness of her flesh. Never had Mae been one for kissing, it was simply far too intimate for the carnal desires that controlled her. She never enjoyed the scruffy beard many men wore, but Ivory’s lips were as soft as sin. Mae silently cursed herself for feeling the need to touch them with her own at this moment, by the gods she just wanted to kiss them again. Yet the most troubling thought of all was that the thought did not cause the heat to build between her thighs, no, a subtle tingle within her belly was all she felt. How this elf could make her feel so…girly, Mae wasn’t sure. With a snort and a gentle shake of her head she dismissed such thoughts, projecting that wide smirk of a smile as the mage spoke finally.

“I can’t promise you will get a good night’s rest,” She said huskily, licking at her bottom lip slightly. It had yet to be brought up by the room only had one bed, Mae felt the sudden realization as her gaze swept over the ruffled sheets. Her hand smoothed out over them before she simply slid herself out onto it, laying upon her stomach as she stretched like a feline. A gentle murmur came from her throat as she rolled onto her side to face Ivory yet again. Her lips parted as if she were going to say something but the barbarian found nothing to say (for once). She simply peered back up at the elf and offered a genuine smile before she patted the bed before her.

 

[Lexavier]

Mae's hungry gaze sent shivers up Ivory spine, and she cocked her hips as her hands rested softly on them. She examined the bed, and the alluring temptress ontop of it as if pondering the situation. Slowly, she lifted a hand to pull through her still slightly damp smooth hair. Finally a smile appeared on those silken lips. "Looks comfortable enough for me." she whispered, before pulling the sheets out from under Mae, making her lift herself as it slipped out gradually.

Slowly, Ivory crawled into the bed, pressing herself to Mae to fit into the single bed. Ivory couldn't help but grin at the new experience, even as simple as it was, but she'd never shared a bed like this, feeling their bodies together as she got herself comfortable was certainly thrilling. Despite not having any bed clothing, their combinded body warmth and the soft blanket was enough to keep her warm.

 

[HotKittygirl]

It wasn’t the first time Mae snuggled against another body for warmth, though none in memory had been as sinfully made as Ivory’s. Mae shifted on the bed and let the sheets be drawn back. only to resettle herself onto her side as she threw one leg out over her lover’s slender side. Silently the barbarian marveled at just how perfectly their frames melded against one another, as if they had been made to do such. Those jade orbs ravished what flesh could be seen before the covers were drawn into place about them, that familiar warming comfort overtaking them. Without anything else to distract her Mae peered at Ivory’s beautiful visage and at this distance she could easily take in those keen elven features, defining yet soft lines of her cheeks, her lips, her jawline. She briefly felt a flutter in her chest and a rush of heat to her cheeks as she did though, though she quickly found the willpower to control herself.

“We should sleep,” Mae said simply, though she made no movement to lean back fully and press her cheek against the nearby pillow. Her leg draped about that sleek figure tightened lightly as one hand crept out from underneath the sheets. Without truly thinking about it Mae’s fingertips traced out the curve of Ivory’s neck, up to her jawline before drifting over the upswept edge of her ear. Her gaze flickered to her hand, watching as she memorized the feeling of that soft flesh under her fingertips even as they slid down her jawline once more, over the tip of her chin before her hand turned and the pad of her thumb gingerly pressed against her bottom lip, if only to feel the silken texture with her hands, though she already knew just how soft it was with her own lips.

 

[Lexavier]

Ivory thought that she'd feel uncomfortable, even after all they'd done together. She was not a good company sleeper. Her body tensed as they settled down, but much to her surprise, she was comfortable. Her lips curled into a soft smile as her body slowly relaxed under Mae's tender touch.

"We should... Long day tomorrow..." she responded, her voice barely a whisper. Her eyes never leave Mae's, even as she shudders lightly when Mae touches her ears. Her smile splits into a grin, flicking out her tongue as that thumb runs over her lips, teasing it, kissing it. Beneath the sheets, Ivory's hands rest lightly on Mae's hooked thigh, feeling the soft skin beneath her fingertips.

 

[HotKittygirl]

Mae shivered lightly as she felt the tip of that skilled tongue lapping out across the pad of her thumb before Ivory kissed it softly. The feeling of her warm hand against her bare thigh was a welcome one, ah these two were becoming quiet the pair now weren’t they? Slowly Mae tilted her head forward, removing her thumb from those lips and replacing it with her own. With a quiet murmur she let them linger on for only the Gods knew how long. Mae simply savored that silken texture, the taste of her lover and the feeling of that lithesome frame against her own.

Though Mae had not intended it to be so, she found she was unable to break the kiss nor could she truly intensify it. And thus the kiss lingered on until Mae’s memory simply faded and the blessed arms of sleep over took her. How she fell asleep entangled in the arms of another was beyond her comprehension, typically Mae was a rather selfish sleeper. Yet the two lay so intimately together, nuzzled and cradling the other as sweet oblivion took them.

 

[Lexavier]

Ivory let out a lovely little sigh, melting into the delightful ecstasy of the kiss. Her slender body reacted by shivering despite the warmth they shared. It occured to her how connected they had become, she wasn't sure whether she should be upset as the independance she had so carefully built up was slowly slipping away. All she really could be certain was if this was the last time they shared a bed, a new kind of pain would slip into her heart.

Gently their kiss parted, followed very shortly by Mae's sleeping rythemic breathes. Ivory smiled whistfully and closed her own eyes, holding her lover close. It didn't take her long to fall asleep herself, plunging into the depths of slumber....

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The morning brought an annoying bird song that awoke Ivory, pulling her from the sweetest of dreams. In the night they'd thrown the covers and were pretty much sprawled upon one another. She rested there for a moment, watching the sexy Barbarian sleep curiously. She couldn't resist reaching up and pulling the short fringe from her face, her slim fingers tracing the woman's cheek bone. When Mae didn't even stir, those wandering fingers softly glided over her silken skin before examining the curves in the thin material of Mae's top. Ivory laid her hand upon her chest, feeling the rise and fall of each breath.

Ivory grinned, slipping her hand beneath the material, stifling a moan as her fingers gently grazed Mae's breasts, tickling her nipples. Mae moved slightly, eyelids fluttering, but remained asleep, although for a moment Ivory caught her breath before releasing it silently. Even in her sleep state, Mae's body reacted to Ivory's light teasing. Intensely did Ivory watch Mae's expression, seeing just long she could keep it up before Mae awoke. She continued her caresses, her fingertips finding Mae's hardening nipples. Soon she could make out their shape through the top and she longed to get her lips on them, but alas, Mae held her too tightly for her to move without disturbing her.

Slowly, the wandering hand moved south to those tight shorts. Ivory considered them for a moment before undoing them slightly to loosen them. She created a gap big enough for her fingers to wiggle through, and after wetting them between her lips, she slipped them down. Time to awaken her temptress, she thought to herself as she pressed her fingers against her sex. Ivory found those nether lips already moist, and she almost purred as she teased and stroked Mae's mound. Her fingertips easily found the little excited nub of her lovers clit.......

 

[HotKittygirl]

Mae couldn’t recall a more restful slumber. She had always been a greedily sleeper (and lover for that matter), never had she wanted to share a bedroll, a tent, or even a bed with another. But the soft embrace of Ivory was as welcoming as a thick blanket in the night, offering with it a sense of comfort Mae wasn’t use to. Somehow in the middle of the night the covers had been kicked aside and away, but still they nestled in one another’s embrace. Mae’s arms lay thrown about Ivory, not really holding onto her so much as simply draped over her. Her cheek lay nestled against the pillow they both shared, her fiery bangs covering her brow and falling about her dark lashes and the bridge of her nose.

Mae had always been a sound sleeper, much to the ire of many a former companion. She was horrible during a watch and a terror to get up after a night’s rest. She was never one of those horrible things people referred to as a ‘morning person’, the very thought was an affront to nature in her jade gaze.

The chirping of the bird was lost to the barbarian as she dozed quietly, the only indication she was alive the slow and even rising and falling of her chest. If only she knew that Ivory roused and was looking out over her, taking in her strong beauty with an appraising but tender eye. She didn’t so much as wrinkle her nose as Ivory brushed away her hair from her face, the content and almost innocent look remaining upon her beautiful visage. Indeed, as Mae dosed it was hard to believe that she was so fiery tempered and foul mouthed, that hint of nobility more than readily seen. It wasn’t until Ivory’s hand traveled lower over her frame that Mae seemed to show even a slight reaction. Before she even moved that frame reacted to that gentle touch, her pert nipple hardening from the ginger touch; a gentle murmur of a sigh was released and she shifted slightly upon the bed but did not wake. Any thought of going for those pert and obviously aroused nipple was dashed as Mae tightened her arms about Ivory, drawing her closer with another soft murmur.

Unbeknownst to even Mae herself, her body reacted beautiful to Ivory’s touch. It drew her still unconscious mind towards their nightly encounter, the strong and urgent touch of those seemingly delicate fingers, the soft, silken texture of those oh so kissable lips, and the surprisingly sweet taste of her release. Mae’s mind processed they thoughts, even as laces of her skimpy shorts were undone and their bindings released. Ivory was greeted by Mae’s obvious arousal, those silken folds glistening with that passion, her warmth radiating through her core even now. Mae’s brow furrowed as she unconsciously cried out, a sharp, high pitched sound that caught in her throat. She never sounded more feminine, more surprised than she did at that moment. The warmth rushed through her frame, her lids fluttered though before they could open fully the pad of Ivory’s fingers brushed against her nub. Mae cried out again, partially in surprise, partially in the sheer pleasure of that touch. Her body shook and her eyes snapped open. The suddenly realization that another had their hand down her shorts, pressing themselves into her dawned upon the fiery haired barbarian; it was all too much for her mind to fully comprehend.

Her gaze was blurry and unfocused as Mae lifted her head, one hand snapping out to grab Ivory by the wrist. Another moan caught in her throat as she glared at the woman before her, a look of incredulousness and pleasure etched upon her face.

“You…little bitch,” Mae whispered huskily, her look changing to one of acceptable, then desire as she loosened her hand upon Ivory’s wrist. She laughed then, a deep, husky murmur as her head tilted forward and her brow pressed to Ivory’s. Her shapely hips wriggled slightly as she pressed herself against ivory’s touch and she nibbled her bottom lip softly before she spoke again, “Mmmm…yeah baby…right there…”

 

[Lexavier]

What a startlingly beautiful expression that captured Ivory's attention. How she loved the woman's confused mixture of defiancy and acceptance of the pleasure Ivory offered. Her fingers continued their messy work against Mae's sodden mound, teasing the clit before dipping down into her arousal and back up again. "You fucking love it..." she replied with a grin at Mae's own profanity. She leant down now, finally able to kiss her lover fully, moaning her appreciation as she tasted those sweet lips even as her fingers played with Mae's nether ones. Knowing their recent passions may have made this area sore, her touch was softer, caressing, yet no less pleasurable, her fingertips finding those spots that made her 'ooo' on her own body.

 

[HotKittygirl]

Even when she swore like a sailor Ivory seemed to do it so properly, or perhaps it was just the way she spoke. Either way Mae couldn’t help but laugh lightly as she retorted so easily to her own comment, though she made to retort to it after all, it wasn’t as if she could deny it. Before anything witty came to mind Ivory’s lips were already upon hers, much to Mae’s delight. She released the soft moan, her lips parting to wet her lover’s with the tip of her tongue. She melted into that kiss, even as Ivory’s delicate fingers worked such amazing magic on her lower regions. All that time spent practicing her somatic gestures for her spells was well spent, how she managed to move her fingers in such a way Mae’s mind couldn’t comprehend, but by the Gods it made her so wet. Mae’s hips moved on their own accord, rocking herself against Ivory’s digits as they slid lower into her, only to draw back out and tease her clit. She couldn’t help but moan sweetly against Ivory’s lips, one arm rising to encircle her shoulders and lose her hand in that long, dark mane.

Never had Mae felt so aroused so quickly, the elf’s very touch set her afire. Perhaps it was from all their exploring the night before, which had left Mae so very sensitive, but already she felt herself reaching her peak. She released the kiss with great reluctance, her lips parting fully and her brow furrowing above closed jade orbs.

“Right there, Ivory, baby...yes...don’t...don’t stop...I’m-” Mae’s voice rose and broke with each following word before she trailed off and gnashed down upon her bottom lip. that beautiful, toned frame tensed to the very core as Mae felt the pleasure literally burst through her frame, searing through her loins and leaving her gasping for air. Her inner muscles constricted about those invading digits, her passions liberally drenching Ivory’s fingers and palm. Her head tilted back and her face smashed against the pillow, biting down upon its case to stifle the rather heated moan of sheer ecstasy that escaped her.

 

[Lexavier]

Ivory hissed quietly, loving the feeling of Mae's clenching hand running through her hair. Her own tongue teased the invading muscle, sucking on that offering as her lips clamped around it tenderly. As Mae rose in a crescendo of moans and pleasure, Ivory increased her speed, drawing her closer and closer to the inevitable..... Ivory had to literally press her body down against Mae to stop her from flailing around in her climax, she grinned widely as she thought the girl might hurt herself, not that she'd care, it'd ofcourse be worth it.

Slowly she came to a stop, and slid her fingers from the warm place between her lovers legs. They glistened and shone with the sweet juices. Ivory couldn't help herself, she was already slipping those fingers between her lips and letting out a lewd moan. "Mmmm breakfast." she giggled, lapping up every last drop. Before Mae could get her senses back, Ivory swept out of bed, arching her back as she stood and stretched. Today seemed like it was going to be a good day, she thought to herself.

 

[HotKittygirl]

Mae managed to lose herself in that blissful release, damn this elf for making her find her release so quickly. Never had she knew such bliss with such a simple touch, not even her own touch could accomplish that. She clung to the elf for support even as she cried into the pillow, though soon she was left breathless and shattered on the bed. Such a pity she missed Ivory’s little show of cleaning her fingers of her mess, though Mae was having a hard enough time finding her breath. She rolled onto her back, her shorts still unlaced and hanging about her lower abdomen, its strings tickling her flesh even as she felt so very used and sticky. Her chest heaved with each breath she took, one hand rose and raked through her short, fiery mane as she fought for her breath. It took her several long moments to realize she was alone on the bed. Weakly her jade orbs fluttered open as she released a groan.

“Where…the hell…did you learn to do that…?” She finally managed to mutter, even as she pushed up into a sitting position, swinging her long, toned legs off the side of the bed. She sat there hunched over, trying to ride herself of the encrusted sleep in her eyes and the lethargic feeling her intense release had caused.

 

[Lexavier]

Ivory looked over her shoulder, her dark mane shifting as she gazed at Mae from the corner of her eye, a knowing smile on her lips. "Lets just say, a lot of years alone with only the company of stuffy old bookish mages." she giggled, giving her ass a provocative wiggle. "Plus, you obviously bring out the best in me." She walked, swaying her hips happily and picking up her Catsuit along the way, to the bathroom, closing the door quietly.

Several minutes later, Ivory returned dressed, the black leather hugging tightly to her shapely body. Still, a lot of flesh was visible, the large V on her front showed off the curves of her bosom. She stepped to the side of the bed and slipped her feet into her solid boots, lacing them up firmly.

 

[HotKittygirl]

Mae laughed weakly at Ivory’s words, though she truly had nothing witty to retort with. Her mind was as fuzzy as her vision, ugh, Mae was never a morning person and she had never felt more like crawling back into bed. That little orgasm had, well, not been so little and as she stood she felt her thighs trembling slightly. With a quiet grumble she quickly made short work of her attire and exchanged it for something far more suitable for the road. She had a bundle in her arms as Ivory emerged, looking just as stunning as she had when she first encountered the spellcaster, perhaps more so.

“If this is your best I’d hate to see your worst,” She snorted, though her tone was playful as she stepped past the elf into the bathroom. She didn’t bother to close the door and nosily began to wash herself of sleep and more before she dressed herself. Mae emerged with her hair slightly damp, though it didn’t do a thing to tame its wildness. She wore a pair of form fitting leather breeches of a dull black and a short top that only covered her breasts and shoulders, though even as she laced it up the front it dipped down generously to offer a splendid view of her own cleavage. But the barbarian was far from done, she approached her pack and began to remove more, namely a breastplate of some curious metal that shone blue in the sunlight, as well as thick pauldrons of the same metallic blue. Quietly she buckled her armor into place, the breastplate form-fitting as if it had built specifically for her, how perfectly it held those ample swells and pressed them up and together in a tempting display. It was finished off with that big, thick verdant cloak lined with black and gray fur along the hood and edges; as it dangled from her armored shoulders it made Mae seemed bigger than life. Of course the massive axe she hefted with surprising ease didn’t diminish the quality of such either. The barbarian collected her gear and threw it over her shoulder before she turned her attention to Ivory fully.

“So I know you elves can live on 'nectar’,” She retorted on her first comment finally, her smirk of a smile lingering intently upon her lips. “But us humans need some real food.” She took a step closer and offering a playful bump with her hip before sauntering towards the door She didn’t ask if the elf was going to join her, though as she opened the door and took a glance over her shoulder that look sure expected as much.

 

[Lexavier]

Ivory ran a hand through her hair slowly, pulling out a few more kinks from her soft locks as she examined the sleep addled woman. Despite her weary, shakey appearance, her appealing qualities shone through. Infact it took an element of control not to pounce her again. She grinned at her sly comment but chose not to reply, instead she just winked. She waited patiently, examining her fingernails as she paced the room. She felt charged, ready for the days experience, she loved the feeling when she was at her peak, the whole plethora of spells ready and waiting to be used.

She grinned when Mae returned, letting out a 'Mmm' as she examined the woman. She watched in silence as the woman armed herself, how she carried all that weight with ease was beyond her, the armour was hardcore, and yet retained the air of femininity. She rolled her eyes playfully, "Food sounds like a good idea, I'd rather not have to dip into my trail rations unless I have to." She followed easily and together they went downstairs into the main bar area. It still looked a mess, some broken windows and what not, but overall everything had settled. The pair got a few unusual glances, some suspicious and some of lustful desire. Their exploits had clearly not gone unheard. A few scrappy tables still remained that were useable and Ivory took a seat at one with a sigh.

 

[HotKittygirl]

The barbarian was pleased to see that Ivory was so willing to accompany her and with that genuine smile Mae set off down the hallway and towards the staircase. They emerged into the common room still in some sort of disarray, the fight last night had been rather intense and to see it with a sober mindset only made Mae laugh aloud. She shook her head and followed after Ivory as they sat themselves at one of the remaining tables. Mae collapsed into the seat with a grunt and slapped the table top to call for a serving wench. She leaned comfortably back in the rickety with one leg crossed over the other and ordered a rather impressive amount of food. Fried eggs and onions, fried bread, bacon, fried potatoes and a flagon of ale to wash it down, it was enough to feed a few hungry men easily.

“So do elves just eat fruits and nuts like they say?” Mae posed the question before Ivory ordered her own meal. Those jade orbs shone lightly, the brilliant look returning to them minute by minute as she slowly began to wake fully. If others were looking at the pair Mae paid them no mind at all. The barbarian only had eyes for her spellcasting companion. “I know firsthand you enjoy nectar…”

She said off-handedly, much to the confusion of the serving girl who peered blankly at the two, her piggy eyes blinking repeatedly.

 

[Lexavier]

Ivory smiled softly as she got herself comfortable. She sat straight in the chair, her hands folded neatly across her chest. She tried to remain stern, yet Mae drew that grin onto her face with her carefree breakfast. Ivory's gaze swept up to the serving girl after she finished jotting everything down, who met her gaze timidly. Just before she answered though, Mae drew her attention and she actually blushed.

She could feel her cheeks redden and flustered, she took a moment to compose herself. "Actually, we're a hunting race, and enjoy many of the red meats. However it is too early for such foods for me. So despite the fact this will encourage such stereotypes, I'll have some fruit, an apple or a pear or something, whatever is the freshest." When the serving girl hurried off, Ivory grinned once more, her foot slowly sliding up the side of Mae's leg. "So naughty..." she whispered...

 

[HotKittygirl]

Those crimson brows twitched before one quirked lightly, a rather incredulous look appearing upon Mae’s visage. She noted the blush and the way the elf tried to appear as haughty and arrogant as before though Mae seemed to have an adverse effect on it. She laughed then, a deep throated husky purr; one elbow thumped against the tabletop as she leaned her chin into her bare palm. One thing Mae lacked was any kind of manners.

“You’re going to live on a pear all day? You’ll be slouched in the saddle in an hour or two,” Mae showed her ignorance of the elven race rather lewdly. It was not said in a vicious or condescending way mind you, Mae was simply ignorant on the topic. A rather knowing look did cross her face and make her plush lips twitch as she felt that foot brush against her leg, another rumble of laughter causing her shoulders to shake lightly. She tilted her head to the side lightly, those jade orbs dancing in their own light.

“Your point?” She retorted in that conspiratorial whisper, her lips held in that smug smirk of a smile that tugged predominantly at the left side of her mouth.

 

[Lexavier]

Usually such lack of decorum would have infuriated the Elf, but now Ivory seemed to find it endearing. She could see past the rough edges to the woman inside. Ivory chuckled lightly, noting the hidden concern of such a remark. "An Elf's body requires only small portions. Besides, I have breads and dried meats in my pack should I become hungry later on." she shruggled, "I've never been a big breakfast person."

Ivory gazed into those eyes, god how she wanted to kiss this woman again, just chuck the table out from between them and pounce on her right here on the tavern floor. She considered it for a moment but ultimately dismissed it. If they were ever to reach the Captial, they'd have to try and keep their carnal activities under control. "No point, just stating." she laughed, "I like it..." she continued with the whisper.