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Thread: /Because the Gods hate her/-Me and Lieutenant Ducky-

Aisling pushed her glasses up again, her annoyance showing on her features. Fine... Jack Frost it is... She stated as she rolled her eyes lightly. She worked on inputting all the other information and then put the special paper in to the printer attached to the laptop. It sucked them up and then printed out all the papers needed, and then she turned towards getting his ID laminated. I made you an at home birth, here is the papers with yours human history. The history you have to go by while here. Please memorize and do your best to follow it. She stated as she stood up. She turned towards the kitchen, and tried to forget the thick arousal that was slipping through her bloodstream. She shuddered faintly to herself and pushed her glasses back up again. She was really not enjoying the sensations pulsing through her. Not something she was used to, to say in the least. Arousal was not a feeling that she had felt before, and the fact that Frost was effecting her so heavily, was not weighing well on her mind. She shook her head as she approached the cabinets and pulled out a few items. She would make a quick meal, something easy. Pulling out all the supplies needed to make a sandwhich, she turned and did so. Once it was done she rested it on the counter. While you eat, I am taking a shower. She stated simply as she walked into the living room and pulled out some clean clothes from her drawers. Then turned to walk past him, to get herself towards the bathroom door behind him.
Thread: /Because the Gods hate her/-Me and Lieutenant Ducky-

Frost watched her movements with curiosity, as she darts around the kitchen, making his papers, a sandwich despite the fact that he hadn't expressed any interest. And the deranged woman had the audacity to tell him what to do. And just moments later, before he could even process why she had made the sandwich, she was across the room, gathering up a change for her shower. The girl needed to stand still for two moments. Something she had not done since he had made his presence known. And he was about to fix that. As she attempted to brush past him, he shifted just enough to throw her off balance, aiming to send her careening into the wall. But as if to save her from this perilous tumble, he gently grasps her shoulder, pulling her against him, the other hand moving to drape around her waist, in a polite way. No inappropriate contact, just her body pressed against his abdomen, given her smaller stature. Blue eyes gaze down at Aisling, a wry grin on his lips. Slow down, Guardian, he advises her, his movements fluid, languid, gracefully precise as he settles her back on her feet and slips away to eat the sandwich that she had so graciously made for him.
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Brown eyes widened as she found herself thrown off-balance. That damn fae had tripped her! She damn well knew it! She glared at him as he pulled her against her. his hands on her shoulders. He had an arm around her waist, and though she knew it wasn't meant to be impolite... she swore she could feel that chill burrowing deep into her bones. There was a low sound, a mixture between a pleased sound and a moan, that she caught half-way up her throat. She glared at him faintly as he slowly released her. She could still feel the chill of him. Even as he let her back unto her feet. I will tell you this once, do no touch me... ever... She stated in a low voice. WHy did she have a feeling she would be repeating this time and time again. I'll be back in thirty minutes... If you absolutely need anything else, knock on the door. She growled out softly. She knew it would be more efficient to share the shower with him. It would cut down on the water use, but she damn well wanted a HOT shower. The chill of him was tightening her in so many places.
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The anger shown amused her to no end. As if she was some threat to him, even with her hostile words. After all, she was the Guardian. Her job was to keep harm from coming to him, not to cause it. And he had a distinct feeling that those words were hollow. If she really meant him any ill will, his cheek would have a sting to it at the very least. That didn't bode well for her. As if reading her mind, he shifts his weight, that mischievous grin only serving to grow. What if I want a shower? he inquires, quirking a sculpted brown, placing the uneaten half of the sandwich down on the plate. Of course, he wasn't expecting any such exposure, but hell, if she wanted to give him such bait, he couldn't resist.
Thread: /Because the Gods hate her/-Me and Lieutenant Ducky-

Aisling's hand braced on the doorknob to the bathroom. Her breath catching in her lungs as she tilted her head down. Her shoulders shaking as she turned back towards the living room. Then I will get a bathing suit, so that it can be shared. Unless you wish to bath alone. She stated in a firm tone. Making it quite obvious to him, that nudity was not something she shared with the fae. But wait, damnit her bathingsuit was trashed thanks to a friend... and she didn't ahve anything for a shower then. She growled beneath her breath and ran her hand back through her hair. If you want one alone tell me, if youprefer to preserve water, you better keep your eyes to yourself... She snarled at him lightly. Turning on her heel and ripping open the bathroom door. Towels are on that shelf, there is herbal based shampoos if you wanted. She stated as she shook her head a little and then left her stuff on the toilet. All up to you
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While he may be a tease, Frost didn't enjoy taking what is not offered. Come, let us share water. The humans waste enough as it is, from what I understand, he murmurs, trying hard to suppress that grin as he bends at the hip and the knees, unlacing the boots, kicking them off easily enough near the counter. He slips past her, keeping a sliver of space free, to avoid contact purposefully. Once inside the bathroom, he unbuttons his pants, pushing them down off his form, stepping out of the easily, his back to her, his round bottom just barely visible beneath the tips of his long locks. The tiny woman probably didn't realize that she had given him a challenge. One he sought to win, if there could be such an option. No looking, that he could do if she so wished. But would that request win out over any woman's basic desire to be appreciated in such a situation. Gracefully stepping into the shower, he cranks the water on, setting it to it's hottest in effort to counter-act what little bit of his chill he couldn't actually disengage. But for the most part, he let his bubble of cold drop away. His understanding was that cold and dampness didn't mix well for humans, and Aisling was close enough that he didn't want to risk her health just for his amusement. Well, that and the chill was always more entertaining when it was a stark contrast.
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Aisling shuddered as she watched him go past. She stepped into the restroom, and waited silently as he undressed. She herself took a few moments, and just shook her head. She didn't care if he looked honestly, not as if she was much to look at anyways. The cooler air caused her already tight nipples to get worse. Her pierced nipples hardening quite a bit more then she wished. She tried not to look at him, really she did try. But she couldn't help but admire that pale and lean frame. Her eyes skittered to the side as she walked passed him. Glad he had turned it up so high. From there she unbraided her hair and then stepped into the spray. She only needed to wash her hair, and body, and then she could leave. Unfortunately relaxing wasn't on this showers agenda. Her eyes skittered to the side as she snatched up one of her bottles of Shampoo, soaking her hair completely. She kept her back to him, but she swore she could feel his close presence. Her mind running in curious circles, as she wondered exactly what he looked like. She shuddered faintly and scrubbed the shampoo through her hair. The scent of vanilla and something cool... Mint... villed the air. Mint always reminded her of winter for some reason. Ironic since Frost was in her shower.
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Keeping his eyes on the wall, he could sense where the woman was, based on warmth alone. Seeing as she had slipped out of the stream of water, he steps backwards and into the flow of hot water, letting it soak through his thick locks. It would take a while for his hair to be soaked through if he just stood there, so instead he lifted up the mess of silver, holding it up into the spray. This of course, exposed his muscular back and the full image forever tattooed into his flesh. A rare sight for most. The shower was much more boring than it could be. Damn prude and her rules. Taking the fun out of everything. Holding a hand out behind him, he asks as politely as he could, Shampoo, please?
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Aisling turned, watching him as he stepped into the spray. He was soaking his hair now, and holy mother goddess. That was a gorgeous, gorgeous tattoo. His frame was so lean and well formed. She shivered faintly, and made a small sound when he demanded the shampoo. Snapping out of her mind frame she gasped faintly and nodded. Oh yes, sure... She said as she passed it to him. Idiot, she was she took a step forward and unto a bar of soap. Her world shifted, as a burble of shock left her. Her hands went out, arms wrapping around the nearest solid thing. That being Frost's waist. Her arms wrapped around it, and her body hung just a little bit. Her hands, her hands where on his... his... Oh gods she was getting a handful of his manhood! Her cheeks flamed with bright color, as she stared ahead faintly, shock filling her features as she tried to regain her composure. Well... fuck.
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The poor thing was not handling being in the shower very well. He could feel her react, warm at just the sight of him. Made him wonder how the girl managed her needs, if she did at all for that matter. It could be a lack of male interest. She had a gorgeous figure, cute, spunky. Maybe to the point of being a bitch, but hell, even bitches need some loving and could be quite fun in bed if given the chance. Smirking at that squeak of a sound, he takes the shampoo, but didn't get a chance to use it. Next thing he knew, Aisling had in essence thrown herself at him, arms around his hips, cheek against his side, palm against his penis. Grunting with restraint, he clutches at the shampoo bottle, eyes closed to the more....aggressive impulses. Not fair. I can't look and yet you can touch. If you're not going to do anything with that, I suggest you keep your hands off, he practically growls, doing his best to keep a straight face.
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Aisling turned quite a bright red, as her hand spasmed for a moment. Her teeth ground and she yanked away. Foot coming back down on said offending bar of soap. Which caused her to slip again this time backwards. Barely catching her balance, and now putting soaking wet hair into her eyes. Damnit, now her wrists hurt, AND she couldn't see. She growled as she stared ahead of her. She could feel her legs now splayed around the edges of his. Meaning if he turned and crouched he was straddling her. She blinked rapidly, and pushed her hair away, panting for breath. Mother goddess, I hate SOAP! She growled softly.
Thread: /Because the Gods hate her/-Me and Lieutenant Ducky-

Turning on his heel, he looks down at her, giving her a quizzical look as his eyes scan her sprawled form. Giving her a wolfish grin, he turns his back on her, starting to lather up his hair. You know, that's quite a nice picture. But you're going to try harder than that, he mutters with a laugh. Of course, it was tempting. But he wouldn't have her turn it against him later. If she wanted sex, she was going to have to make it expressly clear, lest she could complain later that he had pillaged her unwilling form or any such nonsense.
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Damnit that fae man, damn him! Turning around he looked down at her, and got a nice view of her usually hidden form. A blush creeping across her further, as she gasped faintly. She jumped up and turned her back on him, and started to lather up for the conditioner. Then grabbing that traitorous soap from the floor. She bit her lip, and shook her head a little. Biting it harder as she coughed faintly. I have no idea of what you speak. She whispered. Gods her body was craving to feel what those hands would feel like. WHY!?! Why was she craving it, what could possibly make the usual asexual guardian, be drawn to the Killing Frost. She bit her lip harder and sighed softly as she rinsed her hair out and then started to wash her body. She would be leaving soon, she had to get outta here soon. She bit her lip a little harder and shuddered. Her nipples where harder then hell, and her body was weeping and crying for touches. She was so tempted to touch herself, but she knew it wasn't wise. She sighed and slumped her shoulders a little, sighing softly.
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Still chuckling to himself, he held his head under the water, feeling the suds of shampoo glide down his legs and away. Having such long hair was truly a pain. But then the stigma of short hair in the Fae Realm was absolutely dreadful. Even he wasn't about to go against that tradition. Oh, I think you know what I'm talking about, he murmurs in a sleak, rumbling voice, smoothing a hand through that mass of silver, coaxing more shampoo out. Care to give me a hand? Tending to this much hair is troublesome, he says, head still tilted back in the spray of hot water. Of course, he could manage on his own, even though he normally did have assistance with his hair. But there was an ulterior motive to this. The girl was so riled up, and he was asking her to touch him. To interact with him. For all he knew, it could drive her over the edge.
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Aisling bit her lip and hard at that. She was so close to being done and getting out of the shower. But he needed help apparently. She sighed and tilted her head down, and then looked up again. She stared at him and then stepped closer. Biting her lower lip now and slowly stroking her hands through his hair. Little jolts going through her as she did. It was lovely hair, hair to be envious of. Like tinsel it was such a bright silver it made her shiver for some reason. It was so lovely, and even with the shampoo it still seemed to have it's own sort of smell to it. Why was it there was things about him that drove her completely insane? Why did he drive her nuts, and over the edge? Why was she wanting to have him... Oh GODDESS that was NOT an image she needed in her mind!
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Feeling hands go through his hair, Frost even forgets his ploy in being in the shower with this girl, relaxing entirely. The sensation was always so thoroughly enjoyed. Letting a rumble go through his chest, rather like a purr, his vibrantly blue eyes drift shut, warm water running along paled flesh and down the drain, carrying with it the shampoo that she knocked loose. Faintly, he was aware that Aisling was getting enjoyment of just this slight physical contact, and he could probably put that to use. A, you'll scratch my back, I'll scratch yours, only turn scratch into scrub and see where it leads. Pondering this with a lazy mind, he chuckles a bit before actually speaking such idea aloud. While you're back there, mind scrubbing my back? I'll return the favor, if you want, he offers, doing his best to sound like a perfect gentleman.
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Aisling's mind wandered, pleasant thoughts flittering through the Guardian's mind. All she wanted to do was rub herself in that hair, that soft natural scent it had all it's own. The chilly sensation that his energy naturally caused with her. Despite the heat of the shower, she found herself feeling even hotter. More then that she felt something filling her that was probably not a wise idea. The signs were not good, she didn't deserve a Fae Lord as the father of her children. That was the ONLY way that a Guardian reacted sexually, was to continue the line. She was plain, she was magicless prettymuch, and she was not exactly what would be called a good catch. She was startled a little when he spoke, and her response was a soft nod and an affirmative sound. So lost was she in the task. Her hand picked up the soap and the cloth she used for washing. With that she slowly lathered up the clothe and slid it across the planes of his bank. Well muscles, all around, he was perfection. While she... she was not.
Thread: Protecting the God's Sacrifice {Lady Nef x Notte}

The soft sound of hooves meeting the pavement fell familiarly upon her ears. Or perhaps more correctly his ears, since that was the gender she was trying to portray in this kingdom. Sexist bastards who weren't comfortable seeing a woman kick their sorry ass with a sword. Probably the reason why she got this job in the first place. Commander Melyanna Ar-Feiniel would have been perfect in prowess- both in magic and physical combat- for this mission. But she absolutely refused to pretend something she was not. Probably a result from coming from a family that was known by their enemies as the witch clan. Ar-Feiniels glorified femininity as much as their innate talent for magic. Of course, being a commander also hindered her from leaving Hallinor for such a long period of time. So, she, Lady Eldawen Pelrion of Hallinor had got stuck with the job. It wasn't as if Eldawen was opposed to cross-dressing, it was the fact that this society didn't allow women to pursue any job they want. Really, she didn't even know why Cali wanted to save this kingdom in the first place. The gods should punish them for ignoring the needs of half their population. Nonetheless the oracle had said if this kingdom fell, it would most certainly affect Hallinor negatively. And as queen, Cali- a childhood nickname that close friends were allowed to call their reigning monarch- couldn't sit around and watch idly. The queen should have picked a man for this mission, but the objective was to keep the charge pure. As much as Cali trusted some of the men in her life, she could never trust a man's lust for a beautiful woman. Who better to send than her trusted friend, warrior, sometimes spy, gruff, asexual Eldawen? So she was here, about to arrive at the temple of Apollo to meet his high priestess who was so essential to their future. Locks of wavy blonde hair fell onto her shoulders, and blue eyes scanned the way ahead they finally caught the destination she had been trying to reach. Her chest was bound- not that there was much in the first place- and her clothing was distinctly male. But try as Eldawen might, her features were feminine. After all she was female. So the best she could pull off was a somewhat feminine looking male, with an incredibly tough exterior. For now, her name was Isilion Elendil. A name that spoke homage to Apollo's twin sister Artemis. The name meant son of the moon in an ancient tongue. Her loyal steed continued traveling all the way until they arrived at the temple, ready to announce that she was here to see the priestess. It was time for perform for yet another mission.
Thread: Protecting the God's Sacrifice {Lady Nef x Notte}

So far, three attempts have been made on her life and she knew that one day she would have to be skirted away into hiding or protective custody. She prayed that Apollo would forgive her for not being able to worship him in his castle. Her rightful place as High Priestess, she humbly placed herself at his feet for he was her sun. Dearest Apollo, what am I to do? It is not my will to leave you, yet my Queen and King say that I must. Her tone was filled with a heavy burned and an even greater sorrow. Her heart felt like it was being shattered into millions of pieces. Ryssa stood at the statue of Apollo, her mind pulled into turmoil, tears glittered in her bright green forest eyes. Deep auburn hair streamed down her back in thick curled waves, reaching just beyond her posterior. White crushed velvet hung from her shoulder's, hiding the beauty of her body, but still showing enough curves that the imagination would soar wild. Voluminous breasts strained against the material, but it held them captive. Golden bracelets wrapped around her upper arms - showing her standing in the society and her worship of Apollo.
Thread: Protecting the God's Sacrifice {Lady Nef x Notte}

Dismounting her beloved mare, Eldawen walked up to the entrance of the temple to the sun god. Her blue eyes took in the beauty of the temple and she almost let out a sigh. Technically she belonged to him. Her name, in that same ancient tongue Hallinorians were obsessed with meant Star Maiden. And with her preference to wander around than stay in one place, she had earned the nickname of Wanderer Among the Stars. The sun was a star, in fact the sun was the most important star of all. But her connection was with the stars that appeared in the night. If it were possible, she would love nothing more than to actually dwell among the stars- to see them up close. Eldawen fit her name well. Spotting someone who looked rather official, she approached the maiden. Greetings, she bowed, her voice taking on a deeper tone fitting for a man, I'm looking for the high priestess. She should be expecting me, could you point me in the direction where she would be located? The maiden gravely responded to the blonde man's request, She's asking guidance from our beloved sun god, and then proceeded to point out the way to the stranger. Eldawen briefly thanked the female and promptly followed the directions until she came across a room with a statue of Apollo in it. Sure enough, standing right in front of it was a beautiful woman dressed in white. The golden bracelets signified who she was that Eldawen bowed a bow worthy of royalty. After all, she was Apollo's representative on earth and despite her great fear of magic, one did not mess with the Gods. High Priestess Ryssa, she greeted as she raised her head on level with the women. She certainly was worthy enough to be a sacrifice for the gods and Eldawen could see why men would want her. I am the agent from Hallinor that promised by her royal majesty, Queen Calestelial Arel. I am to serve you and your god by guaranteeing your protection, the woman continued on, her voice formal and businesslike.
Thread: Protecting the God's Sacrifice {Lady Nef x Notte}

Ryssa had turned at the sound of people drawing near to her and she knew that someone had come for her. She listened to the man speak his greeting, all the while great big tears filled her forest eyes and turned the color into a marsh bright green that flicked with gold as the agent spoke. She took a few steps back from the man and turned to the statue of Apollo trying not to show her fear or weakness. She wiped gingerly at her eyes and turned back to the man with a rather - shaky and forced smile. Giving a nod in respect towards him, although it was not required of her, he was her protector and the least she could do is show gratitude. It's a pleasure to meet you, Sirrah. I am sorry if I do sound coarse, but may I acquire after my protectors name? Her voice was low and smokey, almost seductive without even trying to be. It was, for lack of a better word, haunting.