Naughty things are my speciality.
'> I apologize for not updating my fic, I've got little time to write (blame my father for giving me a 2 hour limit on the computer, and the gals at the Fenris thread for absorbing that time like a sponge.) And now because I'm a filthy tease, I give you a small snippet of a much later chapter with the mindflayers...
When I awoke again, I was curled up on the bed. My lips, my torso, my legs and my womanhood all ached dully, but after briefly touching my finger to my lips, I confirmed I was no longer bleeding. Then I noticed all I was wearing was my underclothes and a large shirt that wasn't mine. I looked over to see Valen sitting on the other side of the bed.
"Why am I not naked?" Wow, never thought I'd be saying that in my lifetime.
"Forgive my intrusion on your modesty, my lady, but if anyone had seen you naked and unconcious..." I raised an eyebrow at the tiefling. He was on wearing a pair breeches. Even his long crimson hair was down. That explained the shirt's original owner.
"Not that this shirt isn't nice, but..."
"I tore your shirt earlier. Accidently." He added hastily.
"Ah." I shrugged. "Horrid shirt anyways. No big deal."
"My lady...I...I'm sorry."
"For what? I don't care that you-"
"Not for the shirt. For...hurting...you."
"Not your fault, Valen."
"Yes it is. I lost control. I could have-"
"Could've what? Killed me? You know I wouldn't have let you, not without taking you with me. And besides, you didn't. Just a little blood." If you go to Hell for white lies, I now was assigned a private suite for all mine.
"My lady-" I cut him off with a glare, then sat up and grabbed him by the horns, dragging his face towards mine.
"Not. Your. Fault." I repeatedly firmly before kissing him.
"Good news you- woah." I yelped and jumped back at the new voice, forcing Valen and I off the bed. I looked at an unamused Daniella with sheepish grin.
We might as well've had 'WE HAD SEX!' signs strung round our necks. It was just that damn obvious.
Ohohoho, I feel naughty.