Visitation [Aidara]

[Jameson Kindle]

Jameson watched, his brow scrunched in an expression of curiosity. He watched as the ginger lifted the light feather to her nose and inhaled. Snowy white powder dusted her little nose. Carefully, he took the feather from his companion, hoping not to disturb the powder from its place. He eyed it before exhaling and lifting it to his nose. He paused, looking back up to Aidara, and inhaled as he swiped the feather across his nostrils. Immediately, his nose began to tingle. He set the feather back down and wiped the dust from his face with the back of his sleeve. Green eyes watered relentlessly at first, and he wiped those too. Jameson tossed his head back in hopes of flushing the powder and tears to the back of his head.

”Wow,” He chuckled. ”I didn’t expect that. But then again, I don’t know that I expected anything in particular.” Within moments of speaking, he felt his head begin to swim pleasantly. His limbs relaxed, and his chest swelled with a deep breath. ”My head feels really light. Actually, my whole body just feels relaxed.”

He sat quietly for a moment, waiting to see what other effects would begin to take place. ”Where did you hear about this? I’ve never heard of anything like it where I’m from. But then again, this is the first city I’ve actually stopped and stayed in, and actually met someone.” He laughed. ”An interesting change of pace.”

[Aidara]

Feverishly lit green eyes brightened even further when Jameson too the feather from between her fingers without any hesitation. Addy's slightly befuddled gaze followed the track of the drug as Jameson lifted it to his nose and mimicked her previous actions.

"It looks like you've done this before..." Her voice was a sultry purr as her lids drooped and she regarded the lanky man next to her with increased curiosity. The drug had infiltrated her bloodstream, turning her nervous twitches and shakes into a pleasant blaze of heat and unconcern.

Jameson's admission caused a ginger brow to arch, a small smile playing along the lines of her lips. Addy talked very slowly, stretched out on the floor next to Jameson as he experienced his first hit, and it sounded almost as if the little woman was ready for a nap. "It's nice, isn't it? No worries... no priorities... no problems.." A contented sigh was followed by a comfortable silence.

It was impossible for the woman to tell how long she laid there for, moving only to snort a litte more of the fine white powder. She made sure to share with Jameson, keep him on his high along with her, as she discovered very quickly that she didn't enjoy this experience alone. Now, if only she could convince Sira...

But no train of thought stuck around for very long, thoughts flitting through her head like jewel colored humming birds. The room was a sanctuary of calm, the flickering of the candles and the sconces burning complex images into Addy's eye lids. She lay there, watching the flames behind her close eyes dance and twirl into pictures, images...

Before she really realized what she was doing, Addy rolled onto her hands and kness, slinking across the floor towards Jameson. He sat (or lay) there just as relaxed as she, lost in his own mind. It wasn't hard to climb over his long legs to where she settled herself down into his lap. Gentle fingers sought the back of his neck as Addy leaned forward to breathe softly, sensuously in his ear.

"Enjoying yourself?"

[Jameson Kindle]

Woozy tingling sensations crawled under Jameson’s skin as he allowed his head to lull back and to the side comfortably. The curious white powder had invaded his system like a stealthy army, each individual grain working into his bloodstream to do whatever it was they were designed to do. Where had this stuff come from? Was it natural, synthetic? He could not know for sure. He replied to the redheaded woman, ”No, I’ve never done this before.” His voice trailed off as he focused more on the relaxed feeling that was overcoming him. Aidara’s voice came in a dull, gentle growl. His head nodded as he agreed with her observation; No worries, no priorities, no problems. And right was she; How long had it been since he had been at the stables? With heavily lidded eyes he looked down to the tender red spot on his palm where the splinter from the shovel had embedded itself into his skin. It did not hurt.

Jameson gazed around the room, and as he did, the world moved slower than it ever had before. Everything up until this point had seemed to fly by, each day a blessing that passed by entirely too fast. This very moment felt as if it would last for ages, and he was perfectly content with it. As she passed him the feather, he took another hit. His chest swelled with the deep inhalation, his eyes shut, taking in the sensation again. He was a rather quiet man, with slow, deliberate movements. He was precise and intent on his duties. With the fluffy white dust in his veins, though, he was more laid back. He was comfortable and at peace. He did not consider the minor details he may or may not be missing due to his incompetent eyesight, nor did he wonder what he would do the following day.

Aidara’s movement, the sultry catlike crawl up into his lap, did not startle him. Her warm skin brushed his, and he settled himself to lean his weight back on his arms, allowing her room to get comfortable. His greyed blue-green eyes watched creature winding its fingers around his neck. His head lulled to the side, against hers, as she whispered. The dark hairs on the back of his neck stood up on end as her breath tickled him. A corner of his mouth pulled upwards into a little smile as he closed his eyes and nodded his head in response to her question. Slowly, his hands slipped up to her waist so as to hold her in place and not throw off her balance as he shifted his weight. As he sat up, he let his arms wrap around her waist. Her little frame was one of beauty, and light as the feather that they had lifted to their noses.

[Aidara]

Jamesons warm fingers on her skin ignited the passion that was always close to the surface. Aidara loosed a throaty gasp as his hands slid around her waist, the drugs that invaded her body making even that simple gesture, that otherwise innocent touch, awaken a need.

The Beauty at the bar had left her wanting, stumbling home to find Sira already asleep. Multiple attempts to coerce her lover away was met with sleepy snarls and a warm back. Sira wanted nothing except to sleep. The next morning found the fight, as it turns out the Kelvic woman didn’t appreciate Addy’s intoxicated and influenced state. It was more so the fact that she had done so alone, without telling Sira. Anything could have happened to her, the Sira claimed.

And so, they hadn’t talked for days. Days. After having the luxury of sating her needs whenever they arose… it was complete torture. Poor Jameson. He didn’t even know what he’d gotten himself into.

Barely able to restrain herself, Addy continued her crawl over the lanky man. His head lolled to one side but there was a dreamy smile on his face, one that the little woman’s lips quickly matched. Clearly, he was enjoying himself as well. Straddling his lap, Addy leaned forward and pressed the length of her upper body against his reclined one. Even sitting atop, her head barely reached to his nose.

“I hope you don’t mind if I…” Though in her mind, the sentence was lovely and soft, a sultury purr that Jameson wouldn’t be able to resist, the reality was a garbled mumble that hardly sounded like the beautiful Nari she usually spoke… not to mention Jameson couldn’t even speak Nari. The poor man couldn’t understand a single word she was saying.

That didn’t stop her though, as her hands slipped down his sides to the hem of his shirt, tugging to loosen it as her fingers sought the warmth of the flesh beneath. No resistance thus far… good sign. Her hands went higher, tugging the shirt along with it as they ascended. Warm, powdered covered lips found the light skin of his neck and she kissed softly… or tried too. It actually just ended up being a slobber.

“Tell me what you want….” Glazed eyes slowly closed as the drugs continued to take hold of her. With no built up resistance and considering the amount that Addy had snorted… it was no wonder she didn’t pass out sooner.

Her pale forehead dipped forward once, twice, before settling down on Jameson’s shoulder. A few minutes found the woman’s lips parted in a nearly silent snore, a slight trickle of drool leaking from one side of her mouth.

It wasn't until Bells later that Sira found them there, both passed out like that. It was a good thing that Addy was unconscious and unable to see the concerned frown that curled the corners of her lovers lips. Perhaps this problem was a bit more serious than she had originally thought...

[Sphinx]

Jameson Kindle

Award

Skill	XP Earned	Lore Earned
Animal Husbandry	2 XP	• The Effects of a Winger
Socialising	2 XP	• Experiencing My First High

Aidara

Award

Skill	XP Earned	Lore Earned
Socialising	2 XP	• Falling... Again
Persuasion	1 XP	• I'm Not Afraid of Horses, Oh No... I Just Don't Like Them
Teaching	1 XP	• Doing Drugs Alone is Lonely
Seduction	1 XP	•

The Sphinx's Riddle

My first thought when I saw this thread was "wait a moment, Hugh Jackman..." before I stared for a few moments... But then I saw Addy with the Winger. It was too bad this thread ended so soon! I think I would have enjoyed seeing Jameson introduced to Wingers and the shenanigans the two would have probably cooked up.

[edit. I had a mistake and thought I finished the whole thread, but upon originally posting the grade I realised I was still only on the first page.]

If you have any questions or concerns regarding your grade, please send me a PM and we can figure it out.