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Imprints in Stone [AU]

Started by GamesMaster, Apr 20, 2018, 06:47 pm

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Isabela

"You've said the magic word," she laughs, linking arms as she tugs her toward the stairs. "Come on, we'll sit in my rooms until Zevran gets up."
"Our mistakes make us who we are"

Bethany

Bethany flushes again as the contact, a low heat building in her stomach. Gods I need to get laid. If I wasn't about to maybe hire them, I'd be seriously considering asking to pick up a shift. "Thanks."

A minute later, Isabela is lounging on her bed, watching Bethany as she fidgets and half-paces in her room. "So... ummm... I know you can't commit for Zevran but umm, what.. do you think you'd, umm, the both of you I mean, not just you would be..." She groans, rubbing her face with the heels of both hand.

Isabela

"Are we fucking or fighting?" she asks mildly. 
"Our mistakes make us who we are"

Bethany

Bethany turns beet red. "Ummm. The, umm, former. Sex. I want... Umm. I..." Gods. Deep breath. Stop over thinking it and just ask. "Threesome. I- I need to... learn how to- I want to- you see, I..."

Isabela

She smirks. "I'm certain he'll say yes, then. Zevran is truly devoted to his worship," she purrs, leaning closer to Bethany. "Me, I've a soft spot for pretty girls."
"Our mistakes make us who we are"

Bethany

Bethany eeps softly, pressing hand hands against her face tightly for a moment. "I... I don't like cocks," she blurts out in a mumble. "But I want to... learn..."

Isabela

"Do you?" she purrs, leaning closer. "I assure you, I've never needed one."
"Our mistakes make us who we are"

Tethras Clan

"Not what you said last night," Zevran sing-songs cheerfully from the doorway.

<e> Honesty. Openness. Trust. <dw>Stabbed in the gut! With a sword!  

Bethany

Bethany yelps and spins around, causing her to trip and fall on the bed, nearly in Isabela's lap.

Isabela

Isabela puts out her arms to catch her, smirking. "You see? It is into my arms that she falls, swooning. No cock needed."
"Our mistakes make us who we are"

Tethras Clan

"Ah, but 'twas my spendor that befuddled her mind and weakened her knees," Zevran counters with a grin. 
<e> Honesty. Openness. Trust. <dw>Stabbed in the gut! With a sword!  

Bethany

Bethany flounders a little, her hand cupping Isabela's hip by accident. The way it strokes and lingers, however, is not. "God above," she mutters, shivering. 

Isabela

"Up for some fun?" she asks Zevran, wiggling her eyebrows. "She said the magic word."
"Our mistakes make us who we are"

Tethras Clan

"Yes?" Zevran suggests as he enters the room, closing the door behind him.
<e> Honesty. Openness. Trust. <dw>Stabbed in the gut! With a sword!  

Bethany

"Umm, right! I mean. No. Yes. Ugh. I... I want to learn how to..." Bethany take a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts. "I... I'm a lesbian," she explains, then wince. "But, umm, I may have... sort of fallen for a man?"

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