Jun 2, 2013 15:33:10 GMT -5 |
Post by Abbey "London" Montfichet on Jun 2, 2013 15:33:10 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 355px; background-color: #15317E; border-left: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-bottom: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-right: inset 3px #FFFFFF; -moz-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; true] I never told you I needed you darling Like a rose needs the rain Abbey sometimes had trouble with being too affectionate, but it was more because she had really never gotten any. That and she was under the impression that Arthur could leave her at any time, and so she got a little big clingy at times. This didn’t mean she wasn’t still innocent in most respects though. They were innocent cuddles she usually gave, and mostly expected to not have it returned unless he was drinking. Even then he was reluctant to cuddle back more often than not. The capital enjoyed his company, and wished she could go on trips with him more often. Ah well, she accepted that she couldn’t go, but she was also always expecting that he wouldn’t return. Sure, it was his country, but he could always just go and stay with another city if he really wanted to. Make someone else his capital and leave her there alone. He had done it before, and everyone else had left her so she expected it again from him too. She wasn’t going to think about that right now though being that there were more important things going on right now. She just smiled and petted his hair in reply to his statement. They could discuss it more in the morning when they weren’t both drunk. Though, they may also have to discuss some other things in the morning as well. This was mostly due to the fact that they would be waking up with a possibly fuzzy memory and a hangover in the morning. Maybe Arthur would even agree to spend time with her tomorrow instead of drinking his weight in booze. She’d enjoy that quite a bit actually, but at the moment there were more distracting things at hand. Such as, she was trying her hardest to take off Arthur’s shirt. The buttons were proving difficult for a slightly drunk Abbey, and she was glad that he was helping with the bottom buttons. She slipped her hands over his shoulders and saw him toss the shirt aside. Then he grinned as she consented to him having her and then kissing him. He seemed to take control again, and that was perfectly fine with her as she brushed her tongue against his quite willingly. One of her hands moved over his shoulder while the other moved through his hair. A question of sorts had bugged her instead of simply just allowing things continue. After all, it was her first time and she wouldn’t want to walk to a bedroom after. It seemed that Arthur was fine with her suggestion at least and she smiled with a nod. ”Yes, I would.” she said with a light smile and kissed his cheek before he moved away. Seeing him attempt to stand was interesting to say the least, he certainly seemed to be having a little more than some difficulty with the act. Maybe she should have just stayed on the couch and then slept there for the night. That seemed rather uncomfortable though, and besides he seemed to be catching his balance at least. She took his hand, but mostly pushed herself up on her own. Abbey was a little unsteady on her feet as well and swayed for a moment before keeping a hold of his hand and walking down the hallway to his bedroom. The capital let go of his hand so he could open the door, and felt one of his hands moving across her arm and smiled a bit. Once the door was open she walked past him and crawled onto the bed. The capital patted the spot next to her on the bed for him to come join her again. She was missing the contact already and wanted him close to her again. Maybe she should have helped him across the room instead of stumbling ahead? Granted, she probably wouldn’t have really been much help, and he might not like being helped across the room. The bed wasn’t that far from the door after all, so she felt he could manage it. Noting how loose her bodice was at this point she decided that it would probably be best if she just took it off. Thus she slipped it over her head with a blush as she laid on a pillow and waited for Arthur to walk across the room. words: 724 / tag: Rye/ Arthur /notes: fff I need to do posts [/style][style=display: none;]made by ashkir at rpg-directory.com |