Adele Grey
Oocca
valkyrie
i look at the stars and dream that the universe was ours
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Post by Adele Grey on Nov 19, 2011 20:33:00 GMT -5
She closed her eyes, and she sighed.
Adele was bored out of her mind. She wanted to go into town and have a little... fun, shall we say, but that involved not leaning on the tree and traversing almost the whole length of Hyrule Field, which she most certainly didn't feel like doing. But she also didn't want to sit there all night. She wasn't tired, so she couldn't sleep; she wasn't overly energized, so she wouldn't get up and go somewhere.
She would just stand there with her indecision, wings shielding her from the twilight cold, and she would wait for some kind of inspiration to hit her.
The Oocca ran a hand through her hair, sighed again. She almost felt like taking to the sky, but she wasn't overly fond of flying at night. She could crash into things, and that was just embarrassing. She almost felt like flying or fighting or flirting, but she just couldn't drag herself away from the tree she was leaning up against.
It was times like these that she almost wished she had a companion, someone to kill the time with.
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Post by Sekhmet Ramiles on Nov 20, 2011 10:05:12 GMT -5
A single figure broke the water, head emerging gracefully, water cascading away from drenched, brown-made-black-by-water hair, the toned, almost sculpted figure of Sekhmet breaching the twilit waters with a delighted smile. These swims at this hour were one of the few serene that Sekhmet cared to indulge in. Downtime, usually hard-earned, though sometimes, like today, simply taken because she could. The water, to her warm, to others frigid, refreshed and soothed her, as she explored the depths, clad only in her black top and shorts, made skin-tight by their sodden state. It was a delightfully liberating feeling, being able to come out here, simply be her, with no judgments and ill-disguised attempts to woo her. Not that she didn't enjoy them, but at times, she tired of them.
Languidly, she began to swim to shore, taking note of her surroundings. She had emerged, maybe 20 metres from where she had dived, though further from shore. It was no matter, simply a little further to swim before she allowed herself to complete exit the water. Something, however, caught her eye, that had not been there before when she had first gone out into the water. A flash of pink, vast white wings encasing what, she assumed from the length of hair and the slenderness of leg, to be a female form. Sekhmet smirked as she entered the shallows near the shore, before standing, graceful, elegant, before sweeping her hair, beads of water flung from her hair as she did so, sauntering bare footed up to where she had left the remainder of her clothing.
She cast the sari over her shoulder, holding her boots in one hand, her lance in the other, before meandering her way over to the pink-haired woman, taking in the full extent of her with emerald eyes, that shone in the half-light. The first thing that stood out was the hair. Such an unusual hue, but strangely attractive. The next was the true majesty of her wings. Save for near her shoulders, they were pure white, pristine feathers lining their magnificent form. She smiled slightly as she approached, remembering something from the depths of her memory.
Clad all in white, upon a violet bank, I saw thee half reclining, while the moon fell on the upturned faces of the roses. Shame there's no roses really, otherwise it would be perfect.
Poetry. Generally, she wasn't one to indulge in recanting stanzas, but when it fit the bill so perfectly, it was surprisingly hard to resist. She rolled her neck slightly, jabbing her lance into the ground, before hanging her sari upon it, placing her boots next to the makeshift clothes rack, her still wet form releasing shimmering droplets of water, that glistened in the twilight, falling down to grace themselves upon the grass, lush between her toes. She smirked slightly.
I'm not normally one for poetry, but those wings deserve something a little more elegant to describe them. Now what brings a good-looking woman like you out to the lake alone?
Her subtlety quotient had just been filled. Probably for the next week. She reached up to her hair, grasping the sopping mass of near-black strands, before tilting her head to the side and wringing it out, water running freely down her hands, her forearms, dripping away from her tanned flesh. She never stopped looking at the pink-haired woman, smirk never leaving her face.
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Adele Grey
Oocca
valkyrie
i look at the stars and dream that the universe was ours
Posts: 15
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Post by Adele Grey on Nov 20, 2011 15:01:40 GMT -5
Well now. This she approved of.
Her wandering gaze had flitted over the lake; then, realizing exactly what it was that she had failed to notice, her eyes snapped back.
Oh yes. She most definitely approved.
A lone figure rose from the lake, dark locks dripping drops of water that ran in rivulets over the contours of the woman's body; a body, she noticed, that was rather delightfully toned, lithe and graceful.
For a fraction of a moment, she wondered what it would be like to have her hands on that body.
Adele continued to admire the woman as she walked, as she picked up her things; the smooth flex of her muscles, the cadence of her long-legged stride, the sheer wildness of her appearance. The tribal tattoos, her style of dress, the lance; the woman was almost barbaric, in a way.
It was captivating.
She didn't realize the woman was walking towards her until she was standing right there. Attempting to cover up her lapse in observational skills, Adele offered a sly grin and extended her wings, taking care to brush the woman's cheek with the very tip of the last white feather. Was she showing off? Absolutely.
It was lovely, having someone she wanted to show off to.
The poetry struck a chord in her mind. "No footstep stirred: the hated world an slept," she replied, "Save only thee and me. True, roses would be perfect, but I suppose you're pretty enough to stand in their place."
Subtlety was not a forte of either woman, it seemed.
Her aqua eyes flicked over the woman's body again as she created a clothes rack of sorts, instinct causing her to pull her lower lip into her mouth, worrying it until she spoke again. Her grin broadened at the compliment, and her weight shifted to her left side, her right leg bending just enough for her skirt to ride up half an inch or so.
"I'm not alone anymore, now am I? I suppose you're just here because you like taunting people with that body of yours."
Subtlety? Non-existent.
ooc: believe me, i have no complaints. >w>
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Post by Sekhmet Ramiles on Nov 20, 2011 17:44:38 GMT -5
Sekhmet couldn't help but grin as she felt the feather brush her cheek as she set her clothes out next to her, cocking her head slightly, raising an eyebrow as she did so, a slight shiver running up her spine. To tell the truth, she'd never been caressed by a feather before. But then again, you didn't meet a pink-haired girl with wings and a personality as up front and liberal as her own every day of the week. It was delicately soft, barely touching her cheek, but such a sensually stimulating feeling, partially through the newness of the sensation, partially through it just being exquisite. She smirked at her as she spoke.
You only suppose? You're a hard girl to please.
The way that she pulled her lip into her mouth made her lick the corner of her mouth slightly, almost without realising. It was just something about the action. It was beguiling. She listened to the words tumbling from her delightfully formed mouth, watching as her skirt rode up slightly, cocking her head slightly, eyes following the curvature of her pale thigh, biting her own lower lip, an almost identical mirroring of the other's actions just moments before, barely realising that she had. She winked at her, letting her lip go as she did so.
Taunting? Is that what I'm doing? Well, birds of a feather, if you'll forgive the pun. You're not a stranger to teasing yourself are you?
She smirked at her, cocking her hips to one side, placing her hands on her slim waist, accentuating the curvature of her body, tilting her head the opposite way to her hips, mischief dancing in her eyes, as she practically devoured the woman before her with those piercing green depths. She was,after all, delicious to look at. She winked again, switching the slant of her hips and the tilt of her head.
So, I think we've reached the point where names are appropriate? Sekhmet. Or Sekh if you want, it saves a syllable. And yours? |
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Adele Grey
Oocca
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i look at the stars and dream that the universe was ours
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Post by Adele Grey on Dec 3, 2011 20:22:43 GMT -5
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And while she couldn't help the soft moan that escaped her lips, she didn't regret it, either.
Adele's smirk broadened. This was almost... disappointingly easy. "Trust me, darlin', the pleasure comes easy," she said, eyes locked to the lip that slid between white teeth. "It's the reaction in the morning that matters~ I have rather high standards when I'm not completely wasted, you see."
She neither confirmed nor denied the woman's accusation, opting instead to take a single step forward, her smirk retreating into a small, genuine smile. "Sekhmet, hm? Nice. I could get to know that name." She paused, touching her lip with a finger, considering. It wouldn't matter, really. If this went the way she wanted it to, then she could leave before the woman woke up, just like she always did. They'd never meet again, simple as that.
Just a name wouldn't hurt, she decided. It wouldn't hurt a bit.
"Adele Grey," she said, tilting her head to mirror Sekhmet's stance, too busy staring at her body to look into her eyes. "I suppose you could call me Addie, but then I'd have to punch you." Her smile broadened into a grin, lightening, brightening her face. "So, Sekh, what brings you around here? Surely my beauty isn't so famous that you came here just to chat."[/style] |
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Post by Sekhmet Ramiles on Dec 3, 2011 21:10:59 GMT -5
Her grin, almost feral, lit up her face. This woman certainly had the same attitude as her. In more ways than one. The two were not so much toying with each other, but more taking full blown swings, albeit in the metaphorical sense. A clash of the blunt titans. Well, that's the way she perceived it anyway.
Ah, the morning after... I know it well. I wonder how many hearts you've broken in a morning.
She smirked, as the pink haired girl, Adele she called herself, stepped toward her, so nonchalantly it couldn't even be called bold. It just was. Perfect. She knew there had to be SOMEONE in this town that had her confidence. Delectable thoughts played through the back of her mind, which she allowed to dance about, toying with the choicest of ones, almost to distraction. She smiled easily, stretching her arms above her head, the smile becoming sly as she noticed where her gaze had led her.
Like what you see Adele? I wouldn't like you to throw a punch at me. You might get hurt.
Her responding grin was confident, mischievous, and utterly honest. She liked Adele. Great body, wit like lightning, and confidence more befitting that of a conquering hero. She laughed a little at her teasing comment.
Oh, you hear rumours. I thought I might strike lucky on my coll-off swim. Girl's gotta swim in privacy once in a while, y'know?
The water which had trickled steadily from her now hung in beads from her tanned flesh, clinging desperately to the smooth skin, light cascading from them, slowly running down, down towards her toes, across her midriff, her thighs, her calves. She prided her body, and looked after it. Seemed to be paying dividends today.
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Adele Grey
Oocca
valkyrie
i look at the stars and dream that the universe was ours
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Post by Adele Grey on Dec 29, 2011 18:25:01 GMT -5
She raised an eyebrow, idly wondering if Sekhmet had been left, or if she had done the leaving. Adele... well. She wasn't one to get left behind.
Her smirk grew teasing, but there was a note of seriousness in her tone. "I wouldn't know," she told the woman, blinking innocently. "I don't stick around long enough to find out."
Like what you see? Oh, goddesses, did she like what she saw. It was almost too much; almost familiar, almost foreign. Her mouth was dry, her lips similarly devoid of moisture; she ran her tongue over her lower lip again, again. Her breaths were short, shallow; and try as she might, she couldn't remember the last time her desire had been quite this strong, if it ever had been.
Wonderful.
"You'll find that I'm not quite that delicate," she said, holding up an admittedly delicate-looking fist. "I've had quite a bit of practice. People tell me I'm talented, in more ways than one." A suggestive smile formed on her lips, and she took another step closer, and another.
So close. So very delightfully close.
She giggled softly in response to Sekhmet's laugh, indulging in the shivers the sound sent up her spine.
"Swimming by yourself is so lonely, though," she said, leaning forward until her body wasn't even an inch away from Sekh."And wet clothing... well. You don't want to catch a chill, do you?"
It hardly mattered that the damp on the Gerudo's -- surely, so wild and warlike, that was all she could be -- body transferred to her own clothing, causing the already-tight material to cling even closer to her skin. Nothing mattered as long as the clothes came off and that body was pressed against her own.
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Post by Sekhmet Ramiles on Jan 3, 2012 6:52:04 GMT -5
She certainly had fire. That was for sure. The smirk provoked one of her own, eyes twinkling in response. Sekhmet was certain of two things. That this woman could, like her, have any man she cared to indulge. The other, was that like her, she rarely stayed in one place for long enough to ever witness the aftermath. Save for one man, who actually had the nerve to try and hunt her down. He'd gone back to his wife with a broken nose, jaw, three cracked ribs and a snapped femur. She had been impressed at the last one, even for her, snapping a femur was no mean feat. The thought provoked a grin. Which became slightly open mouth as Adele's tongue openly graced itself upon her lips. She wasn't sure which was more fortunate to be graced by the other, but she envied both all the same. And the suggestiveness of her speech. It sent a slight flutter through her, the all too familiar flutter that she indulged so regularly. Attraction.
Oh really? I've been told something similar. Amazing what men's, and women's for that matter, wander too when alone in my company...
Her smirk was devilish, exuding her raw, sensual allure, that radiated from her body, the tightness of her clothing amplifying her wild beauty, clinging to her every curve as though life depended on it. It was a delicious feeling, free of the discomfort of chill as she was. Not that it would keep her clothing on, all the same. Adele was so close now that they were almost touching. Then they were, moisture that saturated her minimalistic and utterly revealing attire beginning to dampen Adele's. She smirked, glancing down.
It is lonely. And look who's talking chill, Miss-I-Just-Made-Myself-Wet.
The completely undisguised innuendo rolled so cleanly off her tongue that it almost seemed like a normal thing to say, were it not for quite how evident it was. She grinned for a moment, before continuing.
I think I have a solution to both though. Lets make some heat!
The words had barely left her lips when they crushed in on Adele's, explosions of sensual stimulus fluttering through her nerves. It was completely unrestrained, unlike how she was with most men, who in any state were prone to collapsing from a mixture of joy, desire and longing. Adele, however, would likely as not avoid that issue, as she pushed her still dripping body against the comparatively dry one of Adele's.
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