5th spring 521 av
warning : suggestive language
"I've never done this before," Ayosel, wearing borrowed scarves to cover the soft exposed skin of her breasts and genitals for 'modesty' in the barest sense of the word, wondered (not for the last time) the purpose behind wearing something so 'revealing' when walking around bare as a newborn was free and accessible. It wasn't like she disliked these loose flowing garments; the red, the texture, the lingering scent of floral perfume, it was all pleasing to her senses. She simply didn't understand it. If the point was to eventually get naked then why not start like that in the first place?
"Clearly," said her neighbour one room down from hers. He had loaned her his scarves and was currently trying to array them in an appealing way to hint at the luxury of unspoiled flesh when her willowy limbs were reluctant to hold still. Ayosel had come to terms with wearing clothes among civilised people, even come to enjoy it when she was cold and found furs to be both warm and comforting, but the sigh she loosed expressed anything less than ignorance and a lack of understanding.
"I've mated before," she almost snapped the words, biting her tongue to cut the hiss in half and flatten indignation into a thin line of dissatisfaction on her lips instead. "It's the whole--" with a gesture, the long-limbed Iyvess indicated her whole form and the scarves draped off her shoulders and trailing down her legs like skirts, "fake-skin--" gift wrapping, but she hadn't the words for that, "that's new. Why?"
He sat back on his heels, looking up at her from a blanket of dusky eyelashes and a handsome face to regard the questioning, clearly on the verge of frustrated, dhani with a gently indulgent smile. He'd helped pretty her up but not to the extent he'd been; the man, who's name she'd repeatedly forgotten over the last few days after being introduced to him, was certainly experienced and it was the spoils of generosity that had him helping her now when he could be cavorting downstairs with the Lhavitians, earning his keep and enjoying his night. Ayosel ought to learn his name, frustration was doing him a disservice for his kindness.
"The idea is to suggest, not offer," he said. "Mating isn't the same as fucking. I don't know where you're from why you think that's comparable," here he huffed a laugh and tightened a length of cloth against the dhani's right thigh, "but you'll need to figure that out before you get to any of the 'good stuff'."
"One's for pleasure one's for reproduction," the dhani parroted something said to her by the madame of the house when she'd first moved in with an air of resignation, placing a hand on his shoulder to stabilize herself. "Yeah, that," he said in response with a pat to her leg and a quick rise to his feet. "Learning from a textbook isn't the same as learning from experience, but you'll get there."
Ayosel didn't know what a textbook was and she didn't get a chance to ask. Her neighbour gave her one last good look, assessing his work, and then he ushered her out before him. "What better way to get experience than to do it immediately," he laughed behind her, took her hand, and led her down the hall.
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