Thread: They Can't Feel Like We Do (PsionicCuttlefish & Micbunny)

Mia had not fully planned for what came next. How could she? This was a spur of the moment decision to avoid an unwanted, and frankly concerning confrontation. But what came next was well it was beyond whatever Mia might have predicted. Sure, Cavalier had no lips, nor tongue, nor anything else to reciprocate her actions in such a way. but he had a different grace to him, and then, Mias world was tumbling. Cavalier caught her, of course, as he swept her into the physical motions of a kiss straight out of a story book. It was thrilling, exciting, it was a kind of physical intimacy, a shared passion Mia had not had from many of her clients in a long time. Mia was used to feeling desired yes, wanted of course. But too often that desire and want meant her passionate partners were often out for displays of -taking-, of -having- of -possessing-. Yet, and perhaps it was merely because Cavalier could only bring her to that intimate, supporting, lifting carry, taking all of her weight into his arms, and holding her in a blissful sense of free fall for a moment, and could not seek to dominate or overcome her kiss, but Mia felt obliged to revel in the moment. What had started as a quick, lightly passionate but over all showy kiss soon, actually turned into the real deal. Mia attempted to explore what could be found beyond that part in Cavaliers wooden face. Tentatively, nervously at first. After all, a tongue is a soft thing, and the interior of a warforged could be notably hard and dangerous. But whatever modifications had been made to let the mechanical mans mouth move seemed to have left the interior of his mouth.. surprisingly smooth! And soon, Mia had pulled herself in closer, was really pressing into Cavalier. Was exploring, gently sharing and was that a little soft moan? Such a scandal. But Mia cared not. This was the most -pure passion- she had felt in months years! And the tender manner in which Cavalier conducted himself? For a longer moment than the experienced courtesan knew, she had truly lost herself in a fantasy, as the rescued princess being swept up in the arms of a valiant prince. It was the angry cry of rage, and the releasing of herself from Cavaliers embrace that finally brought her back. The Dragonmarked Half-elf was standing, just at the edge of the gathered crowd, practically seething. Yet he dared not approach the two. Then, she heard it. The whispering. Who is that? Did you see her? With a warforged my goodness. You know Ive seen her. Was that- Of course he is, she was with him last week! Guess we know how well he performs. Mias face flushed a bit. This was a technique, a tactic she had used before. But not with this kind of a client. Well of course not with this kind of a client, she had never -had- a client like this. still. Mias tongue ran along her lips, a faint taste of wood lingering on them. It was. surprisingly sweet. Is your jaw made of Cherry wood? Or just seasoned like that? She finally asked Cavalier, breaking their silence as she took his arm again and, this time, attempted to lead Cavalier toward the auditorium, and their balcony seats, with the crowd parting before them.