Girl Talk

Well that was rather the point wasn't it? Belle hadn’t planned on moving; especially like THAT when she’d chosen her outfit for the night! Infact she’d been very pleased with its constricting properties when it kept her from making a damn fool of herself! So his help? She did not find particularly so!

“They have been-” She paused on the words ‘damn well crossed’- because...they hadn’t had they? Belle’d had more than one handsy date in her years, and hellfire he’d not even left first base now had he? Sapphire blue slitted open, a gleam of mischief mixed with feminine power lighting their depths.

Primly Belle twisted in his hold shifting to straddle him with her newfound freedom lifting his hands to her waist “Now. A gentleman doesn’t wander below a Lady’s waist-” her lips took on a vixenish curl, hands sliding up his arms pressing her curves against his chest as she ‘adjusted’ herself for ‘comfort’. “But ah feel ah should remind ya tha ya are suppose to be the nice one-” her hands skimmed up his neck, ruffling through that lovely mane of blonde hair to rub both ears delicately between thumb and forefingers- “An’ ah the naughty.”

@mike

For someone who wasn’t sure about the change in her clothing, she certainly seemed ready to take advantage of the situation, and Arjay was perfectly fine with that.
Arjay could practically hear the blood rushing through his body as she straddled his lap, pictures of very similar positions they could try later with more privacy and less apparel drifting through his mind, and he didn’t even mind as his hands were moved up to her waist. Really, how could he mind, or even think about minding, when she was pressing herself so deliciously against him? “Well, obviously, I’m always a gentleman,” he allowed, letting one hand drift behind her. His hand pressed into the small of her back, pulling her closer in his lap, and then completely losing track of what he had been about to say when she started in on his ears.

Yes, the very empathetic lady hadn’t missed that elven ears were very sensitive, and this did nothing to make him glad that he’d made a promise to behave himself. Slowly, very slowly, he gained some semblance of control over himself, a purple fire sparking in his eyes as his eyes opened again, fixing her with a look of absolute desire. “And you certainly seem to be much better at that than you would normally give yourself credit,” he mused. Hands above the waist, hands above the waist, be [u]good[/u], Arjay… “But let’s not forget… I’m always nice.” He turned his head, brushing his teeth over her wrist as he slid his fingers into her hair, teasing along the back of her neck... all he could really do without pulling his ears out of her grasp, which he most certainly wasn’t about to do. “But please, keep tempting me to be naughty. I’m very interested in what ideas you might have, my dear…”

@kel

Arjay was about to learn something that the boy’s of Belle’s town had learned long ago. “Yes such a nice man-” Belle purred voice low and sultry, fingers speeding up their languid strokes to mimic a more intimate action. “An’ Ah think-” She took advantage of his distraction to wiggle out of his grasp landing primly on her own two feet next to his chair. “Ah Have a shop ta run in the morning.” smoothing down the fabric of her new skirt decorously Belle flashed a saucy look through her lashes at him. “An’ ah do believe this is a lovely way ta end the night afore ah do anythin’ more that might garner the ire of your Lady.” and to be very honest Belle was already regretting most of what she’d done, it wasn’t right or proper behavior with a man who was spoken for, an’ regardless of what he said it wasn’t his feelings Belle worried on.

“Good night Arjay, come over ta the cafe sometime, ah miss just spending time.”

@mike

Wait… what? What? What?

To be completely fair to the elf, this was a situation that had never happened to him. If things got this far with a lady, nothing short of a sudden dragon attack had ever halted matters in motion. Yet today, this woman had done what he would have previously considered impossible. Arjay stared blankly up at her for several long moments, eyes blinking comically as his brain adjusted to this new turn of events, fighting against his hormones which were screaming for a return to the previous situation.

Finally, her words registered in his mind as words and not simply incoherent sounds. He blinked a few more times, then leaned back against the table, laughing in an at least partly self-deprecating manner. Oh, he’d walked directly into that one, and he couldn’t even find it in himself to be annoyed at the situation. “The ire of my lady? Ah, Belle… you really do need to meet her. After that, you can tell me what you really think about how tonight might irritate her.” He had his own thoughts on that matter, but it really wouldn’t matter what he said now. Anything contrary to Belle’s course of action could be taken as self-serving deception, and he wasn’t going to have that.

Besides that, though, as he’d said he was always a gentleman, and in this case, the lady had given a very, very clear indication that the fun was over. That, as they say, was that.

Arjay pushed himself to his feet, bowing his acquiescence to her pronouncement that it was time for her to leave. “Likewise, my dear, I don’t see you brightening my establishment with your presence nearly as often as I’d like,” he said, reaching for her hand and giving it an affectionate squeeze. Then, bowing again, he lifted the hand, giving it a courtly kiss before he straightened. “I’ve missed seeing you as well, Belle. Please don’t leave it quite so long before I see you again.”

@kel

‘Meet her’ Well if that didn't put a fire under that little notion that had been bubbling in the back of her mind! Belle needed to make amends, and if that meant having a sit down with a being that could evaporate her from existence in less time than it took to inhale...well this was her life and Belle wasn’t going to let cowardice dictate her actions now!

Belle told her wayward hormones that it was time to STAY GIRL! Yes he was a courtly Bard and she suddenly was filled with a almost desperate desire to hear him play, to fall asleep to his strumming as she had so often on the Quest, it was a sign that all was well, that she was not alone.

And for all her friends...Belle felt terribly alone in the dark hours of the night, when she woke, when she went to bed...her soul craved companionship-

I need to stop drinking so much

Shaking her head Belle banished such morose thoughts, plastering a smile on that was only a little brittle to say goodbye- “It’s your turn to visit.” she playfully demanded with a wink, snagging the rest of the bottle of wine from the countertop, he always had the most lovely vintages that Belle loved, and ‘stealing’ the last few cups for tomorrow night...well she rather thought he’d forgive her.

@mike