[Wind Reach]It's Just Asking For Trouble [Shayth]

[Kovac]

Kovac has pushed again against Shayth's borders, probing to see how far he could go. He he had never had any plan in particular when he invited her for a drink...well, left open the door for the Rider to invite herself. Shayth proved to be entertaining, an equal in sarcasm and subtle inuendo. But her playful charm faded at his last bawdy taunt, turning on him with a heated tone. A tinge of concern churned his stomach as she all but threatened him with Turiska, an unpleasant topic her company and the wine has suppressed. But when Shayth moved unsteadily closer, her stern features flowed into a feral, desirous grin that set fire to his guts. She came on so strong the Avora actually stepped back, just a hair. He froze as she reached for his jaw, but this time she was not intent on breaking it. Instead she brushed it lightly. The woman drew so close, he could have easily closed the short distance and planted his lips on hers, a thought that jumped to his mind. For the first time in memory, Kovac found himself speechless. Shayth went on, her persona suddenly dominant and suggestive. Kovac was nearly stunned at her teasing remarks. She was brazenly flirting now, the playfulness replaced by an edgy sensuality. The archer felt a little like a rabbit under the gaze of a hungry snow cat. To his surprise...he found it tantalizing. She invited him to consider things they had only vaguely acknowledged, but had already graced the man's imagination. Just as quickly as she had become sultry and predatory though, she pulled back and laughed, becoming playful again, but much less subtle as before. The Endal was laying it out for him, what she was all about. It was no mystery where her restraint had gone as she stumbled drunkenly and fell flat. Her misstep struck Kovac as hysterical, and he burst into a deep laugh which he had trouble controlling in his own wine-sodden state. He staggered over to stand next to Shayth, trying not to laugh, but failing. He looked down at the woman, her long mane of red hair splayed out around her, no longer seeing a Rider, but someone who drove his mind to distraction and stirred his desire. He grinned largely. "Well, there is no use in fighting, since you are already down. As far as the other option...well, you are already down." He burst into laughter again, stumbling to his knees next to her. He leaned over her, drawing close to look into her half-lidded brilliant blue eyes, his voice hushed. "And maybe I did get you drunk and brought you down here so I could have my way with you." His eyes darted down to her mouth, closing the distance between them, pressing his lips firmly against Shayth's.

[Shayth]

Staring up at the cathedral stone ceiling as he laughed at her, the rider couldn't help but chuckle. She must have looked ridiculous from his view. Turning her head to look at him as he jumped down, Shayth smiled drunkenly. Right now, she could just forget they had any differences and just relax with  her own kind. It was nice to talk to someone who wasn't quite as snappy as her wind eagle. Well...not as violently snappy.

As Kovac dropped to his knees beside her, Shayth was thrown off her guard by how close he was. A small twist of panic filled her stomach as he returned her jest. What if he had planed this? Shayth was strong, but it was lower body strength. Kovac had the advantage of upper body strength and her drunkeness. The redhead couldn't speak, breathing through parted red lips in shallow breaths, before suddenly his warm mouth was on hers. Briefly, instinct kicked in and she slapped her hands against his chest - intent on pushing him off and giving him a piece of her mind. But whether it was the alcohol or the moment, Shayth felt a rush up her spine and a giddy delight deep in the pit of her stomach. Relaxing  into the kiss, Shayth stroked her hands  up the hard muscles of his chest and pushed them into the red and black of his hair. Pressing the archer closer, the rider sucked gently on the fullness of his lower lip. Biting it softly, the young woman felt a luscious warmth in her skin. A tension she hadn't even really known was there seemed to flow from her body. Kovac's mouth tasted sweet, a contrast to his biting attitude - and Shayth found herself rather enjoying it. 

[Kovac]

At the moment he decided to kiss Shayth, Kovac knew she could just as easily slammed her fist into his head and kick him in the ribs. The wine had made him bold, giving his libido the ecouragement to make the fateful move. Caught in the place and the moment, the Avora no longer dwelt on where the woman stood in the hierarchy of Wind Reach, or that she lived with a Wind Eagle that would surely kill him if she saw what they were doing. He had found that Shayth was a kindred sould in many ways, and like two teens whose families were feuding, Kovac and Shayth found the danger of a covert affair too tantalizing to resist. When he felt the sharp sting of her palms slapping against his bare torso, the archer thought she was going to shove him away. But the Rider, to his surprise, accepted his forward advance, sliding her hands up his chest and seizing his hair. As she drew him near, Kovac place a hand on either side of the Endal and braced himself over her, leaning deeper towards her. The pit of his stomach tightened as she gently tugged at his bottom lip, igniting a fire that kindled at his core. He had thought to stop, to make some clever remark, but the sensation of his mouth against Shayth's proved too delicious to interrupt for some caddy comment. Kovac continued to slide his lips across hers, tasting the sweet dark wine that still clung to them. He dared to allow the tip of his tongue to trace the bow of her moist lips, an unspoken request to probe further into her slightly parted mouth. His heart commenced to beating soundly against his ribcage, his breathing shallow and quickening.

[Shayth]

Eyes closed, Shayth felt her own heartbeat thrumming faster in her chest and her breathing quicken. Kovac settled more comfortably over her, giving the rider a chill of anticipation. The avora already was more apt at this than her rider friend from some years ago. It made Shayth want to chuckle - wanting to find the man and disgrace him amongst his peers - but the thought vanished in a heated rush as the redhead felt the soft seeking presence on her lips. Gasping slightly at the unexpected shiver that ran through her, the woman deepened the kiss, flicking her tongue against his in a welcome response.

She should stop, this was so wrong even for her - an outcast not by choice - but it felt so right. The setting, the intensity, even the mere idea this was a taboo act made it all so much more desirable. And Kovac. The endal knew she'd been thinking this, ever since she'd pushed him this afternoon. His cheek and his fiery temper were a match for her own, and she'd found herself daydreaming as they'd walked back. It was true, she wouldn't let Turiska kill anyone...but she would never have chosen another over her eagle. Suddenly Shayth frowned, shaking herself mentally. The thought of the huge angry bird brought bitter thoughts that dared to drag her away from the here and now. Breathing deeply through her nose, the young woman ran her hands down the archers back, tracing her nails down as she went. Running them down his sides, she brought them back up slowly, allowing her fingertips to define each abdominal muscle as she ascended. A small softly sighed moan escaped as she breathed, captivated by his mouth. Lifting one long leg, Shayth wrapped it around his waist, toes tickling the back of his thighs, before quite suddenly she twisted and flipped Kovac on his back. Sitting up briefly to push her hair to one side, the rider leaned over and continued their passionate kiss, stradled over the archer.

[Kovac]

His world continued to shrink as he poured more of his attention on Shayth. He deepened his kiss, the fiery redhead welcoming him with a dancing tongue. He in turned welcomed the touch of her fingertips along his back and up his muscled torso, drawing his focus until there was nothing that existed in his universe but the long, feisty woman laying below him, and the anticipation of exploring the Endal more intimately. To his surprise and delight, the clever girl managed to wrangle him onto his back with a quick motion. Kovac looked up at Shayth towering over him, her visage sultry with a hint of dominance that increased his heartbeat twofold. The Rider was finely sculpted, subtly defined muscles in her shoulders and arms, the abdomen bared beneath her Vinati lean and flat, flaring into finely curved hips that peered over her low slung bryda. Aside from the long red mane that flowed over one side of her neck to hang over her chest, a beaded necklace hung in a V that accentuated her cleavage. A low, gutteral laugh escaped from Kovac's throat, a wry smile congratulating her on her maneuver. There was not opportunity for a reply as Shayth leaned down to engage him again in a lusty kiss. Kovac returned his awareness to encompass only the woman straddling him, finding pleasure in the weight of her on his hips, his hands following the strong curves of her thighs to wrap his hands around her bared lower torso, running his fingers along the lines of her abdomen then reaching around to caress the firm muscles that lined the spine at her lower back. Kovac's mind raced, drawing Shayth's kiss deeper, vaguely wondering what was happening, what he was doing, where he was going to take this. The fire had already been started, and, as far as Kovac was concerned, would soon be beyond extinguishing. As they lay in the underground forest path, the archer realized it was too public for them if things were to progress in their natural direction. He tried to speak as Shayth's mouth pressed against his. "Shayth, maybe, maybe there is a better place. I have a bottle of wine at my place." His body ached at the thought of stopping, as if every bit of him was reaching to touch her. Before, long, there would be nothing that would prevent him from taking her right there in the middle of the path. Nothing but the woman herself.

[Shayth]

Shayth shivered at the touch of his fingertips, eagerly anticipating each movement. Excited and incredibly aroused by the situation, the rider moaned in protest as his voice mumbled between their lips. Stubbornly, she continued to kiss him passionatly, trailing her mouth along his jawline to the sensitive earlobe and biting it gently.

"More wine?" The endal breathed into his ear, kissing the faint pulse on his throat and sucking lightly. Gently her hair tickled his clavical as she moved, when suddenly she lifted her head to look at him with languid blue eyes.

"It better be damn good wine." Shayth said, catching her breath for a moment. Reaching up with both hands, the rider pushed her crimson hair out of her face, before moving to stand. The woman extended a hand to help the archer up - as if completly indifferent to their momentary encounter. In reality her heart beat wildly against her chest and every nerve ached to feel his hands on her, the warmth of his mouth. It was all she could to do repress a delicious shudder.

[Kovac]

Kovac's breath nearly froze in his chest as Shayth nipped at his ear and set the suction of her lips over the pulsing blood pumping through his neck. He groaned almost imperceptively, not wanting to reveal how much the woman had affected him, but unable to resist at the sensuous sensation of her mouth on his skin. With a bit of relief and not a little anquish, he watched Shayth sit up, arrange the long strands of red hair, and bolt to her feet, as if they had just finished some menial task. He took her offered hand and made his way to his feet, feeling heady from the wine. Not to be outdone by Shayth's nonchalant demeanor, he grinned at her. "My wine is good enough for the likes of you." His smile was taunting, but his green eyes could not hide the fire she had stoked in the archer's core. His breathing still came in quick shallow breathes, his heart pounded, his mouth tingling from the forceful, impassioned kissing. "Come on." He spoke, huskily and maybe a little too urgent. He lead Shayth back through the forest cavern, and up into the deeper warrens. They did not move fast, their inebriation limiting their ability to traverse corridors more quickly, nor did Kovac want to appear suspicious to passersby or too desperate to the Rider. but there was an anxiousness to their movement. The mere presence of the tall woman now kept his nerves dancing, his imagination active as they moved closer to the Common Rooms. As the passageways became more busy, Kovac slowed his pace, casting sidelong glances at Shayth, offering his crooked, mischievous grin. After what had seemed an eternity of walking, they stopped again at his room. He quickly opened the door and slipped in, letting Shayth in after him. He lit a small lamp on a side table, revealing his neat but spartan room. The Avora moved to a chest against one wall, beneath a series of pegs with clothes hanging on them. Retrieving a bottle from the chest, he assumed a more relaxed stroll as he returned to Shayth, holding out the wine. His chest still heaved in arousal as his eyes wandered over the Endal, no longer hiding his hungry gaze. "I hope the Endal finds the wine to her liking." He bowed mockingly, his head lifting to meet Shayth's brilliant blue eyes. Kovac's demeanor portrayed a faux submission, his lusty gaze did not.

[Shayth]

Grinning as he taunted her, Shayth pulled as he got up, breathing in the scent of the archer. She could feel his arousal as strongly as her own, and the taunting only served to strengthen it.


This was bad, bad, bad. She would be degraded and shunned terribly if the other endal found out. Go home, go home. Shayth could hear the voice in her head, telling her off, telling her to leave, but still she followed Kovac through the forest and back up the Commons - step a little unsure but at least the archer was taking it slow. Defiantly, the redhead ignored the voice, urged on by the sight of the man in front of her smirking back every so often. It stirred a slightly quelled fire in her belly, a little cooled by the walk and the people. As they walked, the rider was surprised by the area. This is where the lower caste lived? It was...so closed in. After forever it seemed, Kovac finally opened a door and welcomed her inside.

Shayth looked around as he lit the lamp, curious. Her home with Turiska was a huge cave-like structure, built for more eagle than inarta. Her bed was a pile of furs and pillows on the ground. Shayth hadn't seen inside a commoners home before. It panged in her stomach. They had so little. Turning to face Kovac, the rider smiled as he approached - welcoming his roving gaze. As he caught her eyes, Shayth raised an eyebrow and took the bottle from him. With no hesitation she uncorked the bottle and took a swig. Swallowing with a grimace, she coughed and shivered slightly.

"Wine or spirit? Woah." Taking another mouthful, she handed the bottle back and sighed.

"So, Avora, what now? You got me down, caught me out. Now here we are, locked away from prying eyes." Lifting a hand to play with a lock of hair, Shayth shot him a sultry smile.

"What will you do with me?"

[Kovac]

Kovac watched Shayth swallow a swig of the strong wine, appreciating the arch of her long neck as she tilted her head back, feeling a strong desire to experience the smooth skin of her throat against his lips. Taking the bottle from her and downing his own draught of the stringent liquid, Kovac did not take his eyes off of the tall woman. Shayth had proven very intriguing, haughty and domineering one moment, laughing and friendly the next, sultry and sensuous after that. Kovac found her unpredictable nature rather stimulating and exciting. The Endal's coy remarks offered something new, vulnerability. It was by her will, he knew, that she was here. Shayth was strong-willed and independent, and Kovac knew that if she was here, with him, it was because she wanted to be. But the authoritative Rider had become the seductress again, placing herself at his mercy. 'What will you do with me?', she had asked coyly. The simple question sent a spike of heat through his body and charged his imagination. The air around them thickened with unseen carnal tension. "What am I going to do with you? You have to ask?" He chuckled lowly, his grin curling up on one side. "I have a lot of ideas, all of which will get me in trouble." Kovac stepped close to Shayth, close enough to feel her hot breath on his face. His hand reached up against her shoulder and firmly pushed her backwards until she was against a wall. Reaching out, the Avora set the wine bottle on the side table, then placed his hand against the wall by Shayth's head. He pressed himself against her, feeling every rise and contour of her body against his torso and hips. His other hand slipped from her shoulder to rest on her hip. Kovac leaned in, pressing his lips against Shayth's, freshly coated in wine. He did not hesitate this time, mouth parting and his tongue pressing past her lips to entangle with Shayth's tongue. The contact was forceful and greedy as Kovac hungrily kissed the gorgeous Endal. His hands moved to touch her shoulders, bare in her strapless vinati, then slid down her arms to entwine his fingers with hers. Raising their hands above her head, the archer pinned them against the wall. His lips strayed from her mouth to trail up her jawline, until he took her earlobe between his teeth with a slight nip. His hips pressed more firmly aganst her, and Kovac whispered in Shayth's ear, his voice husky and low. "Why are you here, Endal?"

[Shayth]

Shayth locked her eyes on his as Kovac pushed her back, making a small noise as she banged against the wall. The sudden forcefulness brought a surge of delight to her stomach and she welcomed the press of his body firmly against hers. The rider wasn't really a romantic sort of girl, and the archer's almost threatening advance had her heart beating heavily against her ribs. Eagerly, the redhead returned his kiss, opening her mouth and drawing his warm tongue inward with her own. His words had only served to send a decadent tingle through her, skin burning where he touched.

As his hands traced her arms, Shayth shivered again - goosebumps on her flesh. Fingers entwined by his, she gasped as he pinned her arms above her, closing her eyes and groaning softly as his warm breath tickled her ear. She could feel him pressed up against her, and as he pushed harder the rider breathed deeply.

"Stupidity, maybe? Or perhaps it was the wine talking." Shayth said almost breathlessly, licking her lips.

"Maybe I just like to live a little dangerously. The question is, why did you want me here? I thought you hated arrogant riders like me." As she teased the rider arched her hips slightly, rubbing herself against him encouragingly.