Thread: Goldilocks And The Three 'Bears' - (Quix and Cyanide)

RE Goldilocks And The Three 'Bears' - Quix and Cyanide Goldie loosely wrapped her arms around his shoulders, doing everything not to choke him or fall off. An unfamiliar thrill ran through her body as his rougher hands held her calves, lightly, so not to hurt her, but tight enough so she wouldn't topple. She shivered slightly at the contact. It was the first time she'd ever been touched by a boy like that, even if it was just below the knee. Thank you, she felt herself blushing, the pink crawling up her throat. One that only deepened at the idea of bathing in front of the three men-- she didn't know them too well but she sensed she didn't have to worry about anything like that happening. Her mind was formulating a response when Papa spoke up, and she silently thanked him... until he mentioned later and she blinked back at him with wide pale eyes. Did they do that? Bathe communally? Her heart thumped, would she have to too? Thankfully, the conversation turned away from getting naked and toward the situation at hand. Goldie giggled softly at Edmund, she didn't want them to hurt her step-father, but his words were somehow reassuring anyway. She yelped-- an indignant noise-- as he adjusted her, and then again when he started jogging. Suddenly she was laughing. Edmund was strong, she could feel the muscles of his back working through their respective clothes and his speed was incredible. Her long locks danced behind them like a stream of gold and her pale fingers clung to him tighter. Too soon he was being told to stop and they nearly tumbled. The strong young man caught himself quickly, only managing to crush her breasts to the back of his neck as she too, was off balance. She brushed a mass of hair off over her eyes and smiled up at the patriarch. I'm fine, really. In the best comforting way she knew how she gave Edmund's shoulder a soft squeeze. Was actually really exciting. She admitted with another faint blush. And please, call me Goldie. The information she gave was rather standard. Her mother's name, how her family had owned the farm for generations, how her father died in a war shortly after she was born, how it was growing up with just her mother, when her step-father had joined the family.. but she didn't go any farther than that. Her mother's death was still a sore subject for her, even though she'd been dead for nearly 5 years. Frankly, Goldie didn't want to remember her that way, sick and frail and struggling for every breath. Her best memories of her she was always laughing and smiling. She was brought out of her memories when Walt joined them, Edmund had slowed enough that with a wiggle, she could free her legs and hop down. Her toes were still cold and her feet were going to ache for days, but she couldn't let his good deed go unrewarded. Thank you kindly, she said as she approached, kneeling in front of him to take her returned boots. She tried to brush the dirt off the bottoms of her feet but only managed to make her hands filthy too. So, after a sigh, she pulled them on and got to her feet. Though I did sort of already raid your pantry... she admitted softly, unable to meet any of their eyes. I'm sorry about that, again. But.. maybe later? Goldie's smile to Walt was bright and warm. Then a moment later shed reverted back to being slightly awkward, hoping they all missed the reappearance of the goosebumps on her skin. But if you brought that shawl.. She began slowly, working up the nerve. Her fingers knitted together as she let the unasked question hang.