marauder13
a lecherous old bastard
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It seemed that Althea was a little like him, lost in her thoughts too. She had done more than he had, worked great magics to help the River Spirit. She was probably pondering the great mysteries she wrought to make it possible. But when he called to her, she startled slightly. Thankfully, she came over without too much delay.
"Of course I can, at least, I can try..."
She stood, waiting patiently while he explained the simple task she had to do. It was easy for him to keep his eyes off her, even though he was wanting to look at her face. He wanted to get the armour done, so he could continue to break camp and get back to the village. But when he saw her hands reach tentatively for the strap and buckle, he looked up to give her some reassurance. He caught her shy smile as she started to work the two pieces together.
He felt the accidental touches of her fingertips against his ribs like they were lightning strikes. Sharp, hot, stinging strikes that sent jolts through his body that he somehow managed to keep from showing up. He pulled his eyes from her face, focusing on the ground, not trusting himself to look at her fingers for the greater fear of of reacting when he saw the touch occurring.
Soren felt the tugs, including those in his focus, helping to further push the thoughts of Althea from his mind. When he heard her cough, his head snapped up, looking at her with some concern.
“I, er, I hope that’s ok…never put a man’s armour on before… I mean, I hope we won’t run into a situation where you’ll need it but, better to be safe than sorry I suppose…”
He gazed down as Althea shifted her gaze up towards him. He was aware of her fingers lingering near the strap between the two pieces of hardened leather. He barely flinched as her hand glanced off his hip as it dropped. All he could think of in that moment was how good her lips looked, and just mow much he wanted to press his against them again. The light brush of her tongue to dampen them did not help his resolve to remain a gentleman any.
“I…I should probably check on breakfast… Got a long walk ahead of us and I’m sure we should try to set off sooner rather than later.”
"Yes, going sooner would be better. Definitely." Soren nodded, his own feet firmly rooted to the one spot, his hands still holding the breastplate together even though it was no longer needing that help.
Soren found himself starting to breath again when Althea finally managed to draw herself away from him. He turned his back on her, closed his eyes, silently berating himself over his lack of good manners. He made the final adjustments to his armour, then continued to pack up the tent.
“I’ll see if I can find us some berries to go with this.”
Before he could gather his thoughts enough to answer her, she had gone into the bushes around the camp site. Again, his eyes closed and he persistently drove all thoughts of Althea from his mind and just kept to the matters of importance. He had the tent down, and all stowed away by the time Althea had returned with the berries. Fortunately, that left little for them to pack away after eating, and they would be heading home to face a very concerned village, along with some rather concerned parents and other interested parties.
Soren accepted his porridge from Althea with a smile and he sat down and started eating. He found himself to be rather hungry, and ate his food quickly and without too much fuss or delay. Soren found himself glancing at Althea, mainly her eyes, and face. Whenever he looked at her, he found his thoughts returning to their kissing while in the tent. He longed to enjoy that again. To feel the brush of her soft, plump lips against his. Feel the warmth of them as he held her and tasted her mouth.
He finished eating, almost angry with himself for continuing with his foolish thoughts. Once he was done, he launched himself from his seat, and went and washed his bowl and utensils, and returned to packing away the last remaining items. He got his pack ready, and the final items that needed to be cleaned would be packed in Althea's.
With barely hidden impatience, Soren waited for Althea to finished her breakfast, then complete her packing. All the while, he was keeping his eyes off her as much as he politely could. When she shouldered her pack, he briskly headed for the path that would take them back to the village.
"I'm sure that everyone is worried sick over us, because we stayed out over night. I'm sure that you'll be able to convince everyone that your honour is still intact."
Soren kept in front, his pace was fast, but not too fast for Althea. All he desired was to get home and put the task behind him, and everything else associated with it as well.
"Of course I can, at least, I can try..."
She stood, waiting patiently while he explained the simple task she had to do. It was easy for him to keep his eyes off her, even though he was wanting to look at her face. He wanted to get the armour done, so he could continue to break camp and get back to the village. But when he saw her hands reach tentatively for the strap and buckle, he looked up to give her some reassurance. He caught her shy smile as she started to work the two pieces together.
He felt the accidental touches of her fingertips against his ribs like they were lightning strikes. Sharp, hot, stinging strikes that sent jolts through his body that he somehow managed to keep from showing up. He pulled his eyes from her face, focusing on the ground, not trusting himself to look at her fingers for the greater fear of of reacting when he saw the touch occurring.
Soren felt the tugs, including those in his focus, helping to further push the thoughts of Althea from his mind. When he heard her cough, his head snapped up, looking at her with some concern.
“I, er, I hope that’s ok…never put a man’s armour on before… I mean, I hope we won’t run into a situation where you’ll need it but, better to be safe than sorry I suppose…”
He gazed down as Althea shifted her gaze up towards him. He was aware of her fingers lingering near the strap between the two pieces of hardened leather. He barely flinched as her hand glanced off his hip as it dropped. All he could think of in that moment was how good her lips looked, and just mow much he wanted to press his against them again. The light brush of her tongue to dampen them did not help his resolve to remain a gentleman any.
“I…I should probably check on breakfast… Got a long walk ahead of us and I’m sure we should try to set off sooner rather than later.”
"Yes, going sooner would be better. Definitely." Soren nodded, his own feet firmly rooted to the one spot, his hands still holding the breastplate together even though it was no longer needing that help.
Soren found himself starting to breath again when Althea finally managed to draw herself away from him. He turned his back on her, closed his eyes, silently berating himself over his lack of good manners. He made the final adjustments to his armour, then continued to pack up the tent.
“I’ll see if I can find us some berries to go with this.”
Before he could gather his thoughts enough to answer her, she had gone into the bushes around the camp site. Again, his eyes closed and he persistently drove all thoughts of Althea from his mind and just kept to the matters of importance. He had the tent down, and all stowed away by the time Althea had returned with the berries. Fortunately, that left little for them to pack away after eating, and they would be heading home to face a very concerned village, along with some rather concerned parents and other interested parties.
Soren accepted his porridge from Althea with a smile and he sat down and started eating. He found himself to be rather hungry, and ate his food quickly and without too much fuss or delay. Soren found himself glancing at Althea, mainly her eyes, and face. Whenever he looked at her, he found his thoughts returning to their kissing while in the tent. He longed to enjoy that again. To feel the brush of her soft, plump lips against his. Feel the warmth of them as he held her and tasted her mouth.
He finished eating, almost angry with himself for continuing with his foolish thoughts. Once he was done, he launched himself from his seat, and went and washed his bowl and utensils, and returned to packing away the last remaining items. He got his pack ready, and the final items that needed to be cleaned would be packed in Althea's.
With barely hidden impatience, Soren waited for Althea to finished her breakfast, then complete her packing. All the while, he was keeping his eyes off her as much as he politely could. When she shouldered her pack, he briskly headed for the path that would take them back to the village.
"I'm sure that everyone is worried sick over us, because we stayed out over night. I'm sure that you'll be able to convince everyone that your honour is still intact."
Soren kept in front, his pace was fast, but not too fast for Althea. All he desired was to get home and put the task behind him, and everything else associated with it as well.