City Walls (closed - Rearing Stallion)

[Flick]

Smiling back, Flick walked slowly, her sensitive ears picking up the lumbering creatures before they saw them. Graceful and swift in the water, the turtles were near on immobile on land. They labouriously dragged themselves onto shore, then slowly made their way upto the soft sand and loose beachgrass. There, they dug a hole and laid at least twenty eggs, before dragging themselves back out to sea. it took most of the night. As Dimitri pointed them out, the young woman grinned with delight, pleased that she had been right about the season.

Turning her rich chocolate eyes to the young man as he spoke, the blonde felt her heart in her ears, struck by the way he looked at her. It was like they were in their own private world. She couldn't see the color of his cheeks, and the girl only hoped he didn't see hers. The squires hand felt warm, comforting against her skin, and Flick felt herself drawn to the tanned man. The ocean crashed behind them, and somewhere in the night an owl's cry broke through the silence. How easily had she fallen for a pair of smiling blue eyes and an awkward hello. The girl swallowed, finding her voice after what felt like forever.

"Yes, they are quite lovely. And rare..." Looking up into his gaze, Flick breathed softly through slightly parted lips, words mumbled somewhat. Her pulserate quickened as they stood together, turtles a million miles away.

[Dimitri]

The sound of the ocean waves dissipated from his ears. The smell of the seawater slowly retreated like the tide. The moonlight faded to black leaving just the two of them. Nothing else existed in this precious moment. Dimitri could hear her breathing, slow and soft, overshadowed by the heart thumping in his chest. Her hand had transformed from feeling like a delicate flower to a powerful relic that deserved unyielding protection and attention. Two things he could provide. He stopped and turned her towards himself.

He quickly lost himself in her eyes, hearing the words leave her mouth, her lips suddenly seeming like a lure, and him the fish. He took the bait so to speak. He took her other hand in his, pulled her close, his arms seeming to engulf her. He leaned down to her, his lips pausing a hair's breadth from hers. He could no longer hear his own heartbeat, feel the longing in his core, or even see anything. His time stopped as he waited to see her reply to this caution grown to the wind.

[Flick]

Flick couldn't help herself, swept towards the taller boy and trapped happily in his warm embrace. His eyes held hers, like some predator hypnotising its prey, and her breathing was nothing more but a soft inhale. Dimitri's lips paused only a whisper from her own, and the blonde felt the desperate urge to close the gap. She wanted to experiance a kiss, with the handsome squire, here in this perfect moment. But somewhere she found herself, a guilty little nagging in the back of her mind. The girl knew she was probably ruining the one chance she had to just let things happen. But...he was such a kind and warm person...Flick knew it was wrong to decieve him.

"Dimitri, wait...I need to tell you something...about me." Her voice was almost a whisper as she closed her eyes, unwilling to see the moment he turned her away in hatred or disgust. Her fears welled behind a wall of vunerability that she didn't want to let down. Finally she opened her eyes.

"I'm a kelvic. I...I wanted to tell you before, but it was so hard. I didn't know if it would make you hate me, I don't know what people think of Kelvic's here, and I really like you. I'm a good person really, and I don't run around without clothes. And I wanted to come and see the turtles with you and I had butterflies and you were just like me and.." She talked quickly, explaining herself in a rush, wanting to tell him everything before he left her. The kelvic felt tears stinging her eyes, fearing the worst. Damn her good conscience. 

[Dimitri]

Dimitri opened his eyes as his lips were left unrequited. He looked at Flick who appeared to be in an inner turmoil. The world started to come back into focus as the moment passed them by. She said she needed to tell him something. It seemed important, to her. He realized she would rather be wholly truthful to him than to revel in her own happiness. This made him incredibly happy despite his current worry of what she was about to tell him.

"I'm a Kelvic."

His world didn't come crashing around his ears as he expected, nor was he filled with blinding anger. Instead a wave of relief crashed threw him. He spoke somewhat chipperly, "Is that all?" He then gently clasped the sides of her cheek and pulled her into a firm, yet gentle kiss. His heart roared at the triumph, glad to know all was still well. His passion flowed threw him as his lips played on hers. Who cared if she were a Kelvic? She didn't seem beastly or primitive or anything people tend to negatively associate with the race. She was stunningy beautiful, friendly and polite to the point where it may harm herself, and just as awkward as he. He was not about to lose someone as precious as her just because she occasionally sprouted fur or feathers. He wanted to ask her all about it but would gladly wait.

[Flick]

He didn't mind! The fox looked at him with a stunned expression for a moment, elated that it really didn't matter. Of course, she had never really known if it would or not, but her own mind had played against her. Flick thought to speak more before she found his warm hands on her cheeks and her lips suddenly pressed against his. The young kelvic's eyes flew wide with surprise and she tensed briefly, before the swirling feeling in her stomach welled up and overwhelmed her. Closing her eyes, the blonde allowed herself to experience the kiss as it was meant to be. Her first kiss. Dimitri's mouth was warm and soft, gentle and undemanding. Breathing between slight movements, her lips mimicked his own as she learnt along the way. Instinctively, her small hands pressed lightly against the solid plane of his chest, the warmth of his skin felt through the fabric of his shirt. Her heart beat so fast it seemed fit to jump from her chest, and the girl felt a warm from her toes right up to her cheeks.

If Flick hadn't had a crush on the young squire at first sight, she well and truly did now. The feeling was like that she had experienced when she'd been in the walls of her masters home, confusion of a bond that was never meant to be. Only, he didn't have that interest in her. She was no more really, than a passing gift planned to be a breeding vessel. Dimitri, on the other hand, seemed to mirror the feelings the young kelvic felt. Youthful exuberance and an inexperienced desire thrummed through her veins. Forgetting the beach, the waves and the turtles, Flick's senses focused on the charming boy before her.

[Dimitri]

Dimitri was tinged with worry when she tensed up as he kissed her but that was short-lived as she joined him. Her lips were soft, delicate, and put up no resistance to his. While no expert in the field, he was fairly certain this was her first kiss, and he secretly wished it were his as well. He felt her small hands on his chest, unwavering, unshaken. His body warmed, his heart soared, and for the first time since enlisting as a squire, he truly felt like a whole man. He had what every man needed, a companion, a duty, and a life to be proud of.

His hands drifted down her face, to her shoulders, brushing the straps almost longingly, then down her arms and stopped at her hips. His hands rested here, gently and without expectations. This was a woman he could lose himself with. A woman who held a magic over him, a spell he would never break. He deepened his kiss slightly, as his left hand slid to and rested on the small of her back. He pulled her body slightly closer to his. His lips continued to seek hers, the warmth of her mouth meeting his own. His desire for her wasn't simply carnal, as his heart felt too big for his chest to contain.

[Flick]

All but drowning in the sensation of the young squires lips on her own, the kelvic noticed his hands move down her body, and an involuntary soft sound of delight escaped her. The young woman's mouth welcomed his firmer, more intoxicating kiss and her form melted against his own as he drew her closer. Flicks hands slipped up, across his broad shoulders and around his neck, her dress brushing the back of her thighs. The girl's heart danced against her ribs and the fennec lifted up on her toes as she kissed him back. Something about the moment, the way she felt right now, and all night, it just felt right. Like fate had brought him to her. They knew so little about each other, really not much more than strangers under a starry sky, but Flick felt everything was...supposed to be. 

Held so close, yet so at ease that if she wanted to break away she could, the blonde gave in to the feelings inside. Not just the warmth that filled her and pulled with a sense of thrilling excitement, but the affection she felt for the young man. He could easily be something she wanted, craved...so much it stained her heart. But it was to soon. Wasn't it? Yes, much to soon. The young fox wanted to know him, let him know her. But Flick couldn't bring herself to break the kiss, her body betraying her thoughts. A strong nightly gust rolled off the waves and sent an un-noticed waive of goosebumps across her bare shoulders. 

[Dimitri]

As the two's bodies mingled together into a single passionate being, Dimitri's lips firmed slightly. His face began to warm, as a well of emotion and passion began to boil over. He could feel something... More carnal, almost animal within him trying to break out of the metal plated cage Dimitri built through his learnings and upbringing. A wave of wild and lust held back by a dam of stoicism and order. But the dam was cracking, needing only another push or two from her to break it.

Dimitri felt her wrap her arms around his neck and lift herself up on her toes. Her lips met his own growing passion, as his legs grew wobbly. He leaned down a bit so she wouldn't have to reach up so much when his body began to conquer his mind. He leaned into the kiss, gently pushing her body backwards with his chest. He then supported her weight with his single hand on her lower back and lowered her down to the sand, his body following hers. His lips never once left hers as he slipped his hand out from beneath her.

A tinge of worry if he was moving too fast, was quickly dismissed by the ardor in which his lips sought hers. His now free hand rested gentle on her cheek, his other remaining where it was on her hip. He wanted to do it right, treat her right, but something about her brought out the unfamiliar animalism in him. Maybe it was the fact he was a Kelvic, or an incredibly beautiful woman in front of a young lustful man. Whatever it was, it both scared and excited him. He'd never truly let go and felt as if he were close to the edge of a cliff. And she had the choice of pushing him off, or he could step away from the edge. But those luscious lips of hers, her beautiful body against his, those large, deep eyes made him almost ready to jump off that cliff himself.

[Flick]

Flick felt the movement as Dimitri leaned down to her, allowing the kelvic to lower from her toes. But it went further than that. His mouth became firmer, more direct. The squire continued to press her down, gently lowering the girl to the soft sand beneath them. Her hair  spread out under her and in the moonlight Dimitri's glowed almost in a surreal way. His hand held her cheek tenderly, whilst the other rested on her hip.

At first, the young woman felt a sense of panic rise in her. What was he doing, why had he lay her down? Her breathing sped up a little and her lips slowed their exploration. Opening her eyes, her expression was one of indecision. They had only just met, and he was so charming. What if he charmed a lot of girls like this? Instantly she hated the thought. He just didn't seem the type. The familiar sense of bonding crept up on her, tendrils wrapping around her heart. Could he sense it too? Flick rememebered pain and hurt, bonding was a big thing. Would he understand it? Urgently, she fought back the connection. It had to be different this tine. She couldn't bond if he didn't want her. As his ever warm mouth increased in intensity, Flick closed her eyes and sighed softly. She didn't want to stop this moment, she wanted him. Moving her small fingers along his shoulders, the girl could feel firm muscle under his shirt. It sent a nervous thrill up her spine.

"Dimitri," She breathed against his lips, wanting to make sure he had no expectations of her. Her cheeks flushed with both excitement and embarrassment.

"I've never..." Flick left it at that, kissing him back eagerly and lightly experimenting with small tickling movements of the tip of her tongue across his lips. Part of her - the girl - knew that it was a big moment for a human, if they took this step. But the other part - the animal - accepted the moment for what it was. Perfect. A fire stoked in her, and with a shy movement, her hands moved over his chest and down his firm abdomen to slip under the hem of his shirt and press softly against his tanned skin. Each muscle could be felt with striking definition, and again a shiver of delight ran down her spine.

[Dimitri]

He felt her stiffen, only mildly, as he set her down. Was it fear? Panic? Regret? Did he not want to do this as much as he? Had he broken his stoicism and order for naught? Then her breathing sped up. Not in fear though. In excitement, so he thought at least. She opened her eyes as he did his, and he saw... Confusion in her eyes. Was she backing out? His gut turned into a cold stone, the butterflies momentarily stopping in their erratic flight.

And then he felt... Something peculiar. A strange, foreign emotion began to creep around his heart. It wasn't the boyish lust he'd experienced in the past, or the teenage crush he had for Flick earlier, nor was it... Was it? Dimitri wondered if this was the feelings bards sang about, that poets wrote about, that Knights sought in every damsel. He... Didn't know. All he knew was that this feeling... It beat out every other emotion he'd ever known in his not so experienced life. He embraced it, holding onto it dearly, melting the icy pit, reviving the butterflies.

Then the emotion retreated without so much as a warning or reason why. He felt the despair as the most beautiful thing he'd ever felt was torn from him. He nearly panicked, not knowing what happened. Was the feeling not his? Was he too late on grasping it and missed an opportunity that would never come back. His heart plunged into despair, as if it had it's own personal raincloud following it.

He heard her sigh. Then her fingers began exploring his torso. Her mere touch burned, but not like a scalding stone, but more along the lines of a kiss of sunshine. He heard her mumble a few words. Words that made a lot clear, hand made him smile brightly once more. In a subtle whisper, laced with his rediscovered joy, "And neither have I."

He felt her kiss him with a renewed fervor, and found her tounge teasing his lips, something he'd never experienced before. He felt her hands continue to explore him, almost adoring his body. He didn't want to hold back any more. And it seemed, she shared his sentiments. The hand on her hip tickled down to the bottom of her dress, and his fingers alighted onto the smooth skin of her thigh. He began slowly sliding his hand up her thigh, his fingers dragging her dress with it. His hand eventually made it's way up to her flat, smooth abdomen. His fingers were gliding over her skin like a whisper. Meanwhile, the hand upon her cheek drifted down her neck to her shoulder, as he intensified his kiss, using his tongue to match what Flick did to his lips moments ago. His hand found the right shoulder of her dress and pulled it down her arm a bit. He kissed his way down to her now exposed shoulder, his teeth lightly teasing the flesh as he walked his way with kisses. He then moved his lips to her right shoulder. He kissed over to her shoulder strap and pulled it down with his teeth. His hand left her
arm, and began to move inward to her more feminine features. His palm ran over a single soft mound, feeling it's warmth and youthful bounce through the fabric of her dress. His breath mingled with hers as his heart began to flutter once more. He finally found a woman who made him feel a real man, and a real Knight. His mind then began to silence as he enjoyed the feel of her skin on his, the tide coming close to the bottoms of their feet, but not enough to distract them.