Thread: The New Eden Project {darkest_fate&Google}

The light dismissal of royal protocol made Emma laugh slightly. She'd experienced something like it before, particularly with the younger, more flirtatious royals. They acted as if simply dropping civility were enough to make them more approachable. The laughter that this action drew died out slightly as Emma felt the hand upon her shoulder. Her estrus flared at that light touch, the Splice no doubt recognizing the touch of quite the impressive male. Emma felt another quick flush overcome her pale cheeks, even spreading slightly toward her slightly exposed bosom. She almost wished that fans were still in fashion, so that she might at least attempt to cool the rising ardor. If you insist, prince, Emma replied, nodding slightly, allowing herself a slight smile at still being able to slide the title into the conversation. She took another sip as the prince continued, expressing standard concern regarding his people's work and the possible ingredients of the pill. That differed slightly from what Emma had been told something about a natural supplement drawn from native life and the visitor females to help balance hormones. It could be that the prince was ill-informed. Or it could be that he was simply using it to respond to her flirting with some of his own. Oh yes, Miss Watson most certainly picked up on the sly undertones of his words. Even were her body not already keying itself to his biology she would have noticed the hinting remarks, particularly as he continued and pushed the subtext into the realm of outward text. Could he perhaps be putting himself forth as a mate? No, that would be much too forward, particularly of someone of royal blood. Doubtless he already had a mate, or at least an arranged marriage. Emma struggled to recall whether or not sleeping with a human was considered taboo or a prestige boost, and if such things would render the same for a--- A hand massaged Emma's shoulders. The woman couldn't suppress the groan that came from her, nor could she quite stop her head from lolling back slightly. The part of her that flared opened her lips, almost followed up that groan with a suggestion for the hand to drift lower. What was a small discretion at a royal behest, after all? I... thank you for your suggestion, Emma said, forcing herself to look at the prince, forcing a smile that twitched slightly at the edge. She took a sip before moving slightly, not quite slighting the prince, but at least moving his hand off her shoulder. Blame my proper British upbringing, but I still struggle with finding the... sexual freedom that your people display so proudly, prince, she smiled again, took another sip, her hands fidgeting along the stem of the glass. One broke free, reached up to play with a bit of loose hair that threatened to tumble down from her updo. I am afraid that I may have to excuse myself early. Female troubles and all that, another smile, this one a more apologetic one than before. No need to let the prince know that the estrus had hit her hard enough that her hands kept wanting to slide between her legs and deal with the problem. Thank God for all the wands her fans had been sending her throughout the years.