Thread: Beyond the Skies [--+Hahvoc Requiem+--, H a r r i e t, TakodaVega]

AVARIEN NARYA If anything, Avarien hadn't expected laughter. Maybe a surprised gasp, or a scolding on how inappropriate it was to ask something like that, but not a chuckle. It was like a smack to his ego, and he acted as such, crossing his arms tighter along his chest, adverting his gaze to try and save what little dignity he possessed. At her words, he blinked, before craning his head to glance up at her. Bullshit. I've seen how you act around Howl. Eying her from the corner of his eye, he narrowed his eyes, waiting for her defense. At the mention of his bruise, Avarien's eyes widened, feeling a little vulnerable. B-bruise!? Raising his hand, he touched the side of his jaw and instantly recoiled from the pressure of his fingers, muttering a curse in his foreign language under his breath. I'm gunna kill her. Crossing his arms again, looking up towards the sky with a hard-set face on, he tried to think of ways to get past Howl's apparent body guard duties. While he was pondering, a shudder rolled through his veins, and his eyes instantly moved to glance where the cargo hold would be. Frowning, he uncrossed his arms and stepped off from leaning on the railing, stuffing his hands into his pockets. His left ear twitched, but other than that, the only indication his body sensed about the Demon being freed was the change in aura around the ship. JASNA VON SEGUR Everything was going so well, like another one of her dreams. That is, until Howl pulled her hair out of it's restrictions, and let it down. A small shiver pulled over her body, but she couldn't understand why. It wasn't until she felt the strands brush against her skin that she realized he had gotten rid of something that had taken her almost an hour to do. A fire stirred within her chest, and Jasna found that it helped heat between her and Howl, though at the same time, she was still aware of the sting from being a little angry. But, by now at least, her mind was making up excuses to get rough. As soon as he lifted her, however, her anger was gone and replaced with a hard passion. Her legs tightened around his waist, kissing him more roughly as he crossed the short distance to her bed. As he pulled back after setting her down, she let his hair go and opened her eye, watching him through a narrowed slit, her chest heaving in protest against her heart rate. Her head tilted back with the help of his and, and her back arched in response. Lifting her right arm, she wrapped it around to Howl's back, her fingertips slowly slipping into the hair at the back of his neck, where she gripped and pulled in mirror to his own hand. Soft wisps of moans or gasps surfaced from her lips the entire them he kissed against her neck, but she was getting tired of her neck getting all the attention. Shifting, she pushed her hips into him. Raising her left leg, she wrapped it back around his waist, giving her a sealed contact with his waist. Looking up at him with a slightly smoldered glance, she lifted her hips against him once more, her gaze slightly adverting in a small embarrassment. This was Jasna, becoming needy, and wanting. Something she looked at as weakness, and was usually kept under strict lock and key. Instead, a supple demon like Howl can creak it without an issue.