05-17-2021, 06:56 PM
a bright and dangerous spark
Cheri was close enough to feel the steam clinging to his fur. Targaryen was warm and firm to the touch, solid in all of the right ways. Underneath him, Cheri hardly felt an ounce of hesitation or uncertainty, her head was clear and her thoughts just so. She tried not to focus on the slick curves of his shoulders, how buff they were in order to sustain his wings and lift him into glorious flight. The muscle along his ridgeline wound down into his chest, pressing into the feminine curves of her own in a way that belied exactly how she felt. Her flesh, dark and supple, bent to his masculine frame.
Cheri refused to part herself from him. “Dad, of course.” She thought crossly, the feeling displayed across her face quite clear for him to see. Only Yanhua would be capable and cunning enough to keep Targaryen out of her reach for an entire season. She considered all the ways she might return the favor, most prominent of them being an idea to coerce Targaryen into staying with her for the Spring, but the look in Yenny’s eyes and the tone of his voice had all of those things rushing out of her head in an instant.
She felt her heart leap into her throat. “Oh, Targaryen.” She felt powerless to say, the corners of her vibrant eyes softening at the expression reflected back in his. He was serious this time, just like the first day of sunlight they’d spent together in the meadow of Taiga. It made her feel all the more guilty for her rash night of debauchery in the Pampas, though in earnest nothing had really happened between her and Obscene. Or … had it?
“Targ…” Her voice broke, a dam past the point of bursting. “There’s something I need to tell you.” She tried to hold his gaze. The rest came tumbling out quickly.
“I’ve met this horse … this stallion. Once in the Meadow during the Eclipse and most recently in the Pampas, where he lives now.” She took a gulping breath of air. “At first we fought - he pissed me off. But this last time …” Cheri shook in fear, “This last time I got drunk, I don’t know. I drank more nectar than I should’ve, my head wasn’t screwed on right, things got intense and I … I kissed him. We kissed.” She struggled to explain, knowing it was no good to place the blame where it didn’t belong. Her eyes opened again, anguished and torn.
“I know this might not make sense, because we’ve always just been friends you know? But I missed you so badly, I think I wanted him to be you. I felt so confused.” Cheri sobbed, pulling away from him in shame. “When you look at me like that, when we’re together I feel something inside of myself I can’t ignore. I like you, Targaryen. I think I always have.” She blurted out, the steam and the heat all coiling together in her fluttering breast.
Cheri refused to part herself from him. “Dad, of course.” She thought crossly, the feeling displayed across her face quite clear for him to see. Only Yanhua would be capable and cunning enough to keep Targaryen out of her reach for an entire season. She considered all the ways she might return the favor, most prominent of them being an idea to coerce Targaryen into staying with her for the Spring, but the look in Yenny’s eyes and the tone of his voice had all of those things rushing out of her head in an instant.
She felt her heart leap into her throat. “Oh, Targaryen.” She felt powerless to say, the corners of her vibrant eyes softening at the expression reflected back in his. He was serious this time, just like the first day of sunlight they’d spent together in the meadow of Taiga. It made her feel all the more guilty for her rash night of debauchery in the Pampas, though in earnest nothing had really happened between her and Obscene. Or … had it?
“Targ…” Her voice broke, a dam past the point of bursting. “There’s something I need to tell you.” She tried to hold his gaze. The rest came tumbling out quickly.
“I’ve met this horse … this stallion. Once in the Meadow during the Eclipse and most recently in the Pampas, where he lives now.” She took a gulping breath of air. “At first we fought - he pissed me off. But this last time …” Cheri shook in fear, “This last time I got drunk, I don’t know. I drank more nectar than I should’ve, my head wasn’t screwed on right, things got intense and I … I kissed him. We kissed.” She struggled to explain, knowing it was no good to place the blame where it didn’t belong. Her eyes opened again, anguished and torn.
“I know this might not make sense, because we’ve always just been friends you know? But I missed you so badly, I think I wanted him to be you. I felt so confused.” Cheri sobbed, pulling away from him in shame. “When you look at me like that, when we’re together I feel something inside of myself I can’t ignore. I like you, Targaryen. I think I always have.” She blurted out, the steam and the heat all coiling together in her fluttering breast.
@[Targaryen]