"... What'h... constitutes a lot?"
City Elf	2019-12-10 08:12:58	"M'h-," caught herself, but ousting position when confirmation cast itself into the open area (technically speaking) and exacerbated suspenseful thrills all the more. Oh, she turned full way around then. Steered by rise of shoulders and the extend of decorated throat, lungs stores found themselves emptied as though spark of realization caused flame, and burned it all away. If he's - ... Zilyana, move anywhere, just as long as it's away from the door. "...A l'hot, you say?" Buying time midst her search- Ah! Opposite side and face then with their bed serving as mediating spacer. Practical in theory, but hardly in practice, and yet -- the chased seemed committed to this vantage point, and already with both hands down upon the edges, waffling between push off or climb up.
City Elf	2019-12-10 08:04:56	rolls a dice and gets 8 out of 20.
City Elf	2019-12-10 08:04:53	And therefore attempted scheme some course, though disruption announced itself with that loud crash of water indicative a body's rise. With a reactive inhale of fractional sharpness, hushed notes implored for composure post-haste while a pair of honeyed gems took stock their shared quarters once more. Where to go? Just further? Further would be a start at least, "Hhn..." alluding to some budding tension, albeit not of an unpleasant sort. One might even go onto say it held exhilarating property, this sport of tom cat and elfish mouse. First two steps further away from the starting area then, with a damped head giving itself up to partial turn, elevated brow, and keeping one ear aimed towards the door. Quite a difference between knowing for sure and thinking noise traveled from within, however the lack of distinct speech did much to spur anticipation's swell. Heart-rate up, shortened breath, and all with a gleeful undertone shared with that dash of anxiety over the suspense of how and when.
City Elf	2019-12-10 08:04:21	Lean sinew marked itself taut throughout the whole of her back and imbued shoulders with a tightness alongside that even sought to influence her neck to a marginal degree. Of course this did not promote any lick of head-start while Raven saw to his own towel-off and withdraw albeit not necessarily in that order. Chalk it up to that lapsing audacity, enacting itself in a moment's complacent idle. Rather it was contemplation that added weight into those water-softened feet whilst toes pressed and wiggled themselves upon the more forgiving flooring. What a time to be right; it assisted Zilyana very little, but when had this been anything but characteristic of her? It certainly was. Now pressed for time in a finite space, with little room to tuck away and thus the game -- the premise required adjustment. Evading capture entirely was never the heart of it, no, of course not ...but it wouldn't be them to stunt it of panache in some way or form.
City Elf	2019-12-10 08:04:00	Certainly this part persevered to play out over the course of Zilyana's upcoming flee of bathtime scene to which left man running hot alone to contend with his troubles momentarily alone. But ah, t'was not too unfair an assumption that she granted favor in depriving him sight of her leave. Otherwise, who was to say if the ravish-eager Raven would follow swiftly as he'd initially claimed? A right shame it could have been, to be left in mesmerized daze to do with full backs bearing resemblance to serpent grace and the wildly unhelped sashay accompanying fair lady's departure. Accentuating, for the sake of argument, though imagination served healthy enough and given opportunities several over series of many'a ferry rides to and from isles and homelands. "Hh'wh..." from just outside did Zilyana expel the pent air, intent to shake off some immediate chill onset by the minute hurry.
City Elf	2019-12-10 08:03:40	As it moved passed follicles short and finer than naked eye could rightly see from distance, badgering the wicked minx was the compelling urge to administer a palm and cast off the excess. But she relents and minds held their prior concerns a little looser in gratitude. It would have been a terrible shame to leave slicked spots upon the room's tiles and the last either in pursuit or as pursued should have to worry about slips most foul. Similar applied to the glassy vein announcing itself across the contours flattering to feminine shape defying gravity's influence all while. Proud as the woman they were attached to, it seems, yet that vein could aptly suffice too as glimmering ribbons across the pale expanse of elven skin. Patches thereof freed sooner from the element's remnant clings fell prey to constriction and inevitable raise. Only natural given the greater sensitivity to climate change beyond their window panes, and controlled levels only afforded them so much.
City Elf	2019-12-10 08:03:21	Limitless were the instances which painted Zilyana parts heaven and hell in equal measure. One most capable of accurate assesses need only refer back to images beheld of she-elf's preliminary tub exit steps to endeavor a try. In the well-lit spaces such as the washroom shared in the nest their proclaimed own, alabaster may be polished marble under the layer of freshly washed. Shining more than she ought to, daresay glowing, as though innate radiance did not already serve as surefire hook of Raven's attention. May this then be the line and sinker to complement the catch thereof, although the embark towards dry flats was not without its share of all too minor karmic justices, they would have to do in the meantime. Dispelling some of the access midst the drag of towel there firstly, the retained water amid ebony turned ink persisted to trickle down and subject smoothed flesh to unwanted tickles.
Old Man	2019-12-10 07:20:52	"Zilyana'h...? I'hii gotta lot t' get'chya back fer." Called out from the steamy chambers without sacrificing rumbling drone, dripping still and wearing messy locks fallen where they may fit to rival his better half's trademark mane. Break into the doorway he would, and scope for his enclosed game.
Old Man	2019-12-10 07:17:01	S'pose he'll shave? S'pose not. One more for the growing list filed under "tend to it later," dropping both towel and trapped washcloth into wetter crumples along the washroom's tile floor, though not before treating both his hands to an ardent, eager scrub. They conducted themselves in a union clasped before his core shortly thereafter, as though limbering the tougher mitts for scuffle, or feast -- gluttons were wont to treat them one in the same. "Mh'hhm," Husky croon could not help but humor he alone, lest nearby ears stretched themselves out for the expressed purpose of listening in on his admittedly hasty pat down. Raven was kind enough to give her one foretelling morsel deliberately.
Old Man	2019-12-10 07:11:58	A moment to foster that building boil, drawing down one of his folded arms that he may paw past abdominal packs and their sharper neighbors south that he may meet the robust base jutting out thereunder in the catch of his thumb and forefinger. One cursory push upon the staunch post, steeling forth in a momentary bout of self-stir as he fished his second arm from under the castaway tapestry to preemptively pat down the sodden locks. Grant Zilyana a moment to "compose" herself, or instill anticipation through his own dawdle before the forewarning crash of bath-caught runoff spoke of his rise at last in the room presumably left from the she-elf's spy. Minding himself over the shallow barrier, brushing squeaky clean soles padded in fresh callouses onto the plush mat to greet his stand, Raven ran his shaggy mop through the absorbent fibers before he may tend to the rest of him with an expected sense of urgency.
Old Man	2019-12-10 07:07:19	Struck! The lightly dampened towel repurposed as the all-too literal throw blanket robbing him of those infinitely appealing chapters of Zilyana's privately renowned dry-off ritual. Better that she had, lest he idle there for eyefuls in aforementioned spells of complacency, consequently making good on reassurances to keep him up to fighting form. Nearly perfect in the way the stark white shroud slung along his scalp, draping him over the pointed 'bows down over shoulders alike with nary a flinch or yelp to feed the minx credits due. It cut him off, at the least, and there he was content to linger in silence appropriate for the sudden specter of classical composition. Leave Raven be to plot underneath drapery for one? The seductive sylph had indeed lapsed back into audacity, which stood still as most deserving of prompt reprimand.
Old Man	2019-12-10 06:56:25	rolls a dice and gets 17 out of 20.
Old Man	2019-12-10 06:56:21	Trust that even their accumulation of grime had not polluted the waters so to deter gazes along with roaming clusters of surfing soapsuds, but sudden runoff and greater motion shifting glassy barriers about may make a winner out of Raven yet as far as freely taken glances were concerned; a diligent hike of avaricious azure climbing up the tower of elf from the edges of her calves to meet those downcast peepers at last. Free of direct distractions fit to catch the silver whip of tongue, he could reclaim a semblance of foxish intent with one steady hike of brow to pair above a cocksure stretch 'long darker tiers. Lowborn rogues and their knack for humor at the gallows, equipped to face certain inevitability with insolent cheek shown as though to expedite the proceedings. "An' I intend t' drag ya 'cross each 'n every one of th--"
Old Man	2019-12-10 06:47:46	"F'shh..." How they strengthened themselves under grip with musculature conceding accordingly, bereaved of the teasing post to alleviate those tom cat habits all to the end of exasperating the impulse. Furthermore, and to the detriment of temperance, peeking eyes were permitted freedom to revere the instrument of his rekindled surges whilst she in turn prevailed high to receive him just as well. He lay just as open as she had fled him, given to immodest spread wearing well the submerged club harried back into rigidity. Reclined against the tub's inviting slope, confining folds to the back of his soaked head to be caught in his preoccupation complete with a washrag inert atop the sopping scruff bled a darker shade of seemingly ageless brown.
Old Man	2019-12-10 06:47:28	Ohho, be on with it, but do not leave him; t'was quite the needy demand of a chap believing himself deserving of gratification both seamless and immediate. What was one to expect when the pleas were lain upon her delectable shape by substance at strain utterly devoid of clever nuance? Raven hadn't exactly condemned the primitive yearn through word or deed, acting instead to mill the dense underside of a long-running trunk most prominent amid its center set with subtle cradle of she-elven lumbar. Crass, but the affecting tugs meager as they were beneath the throat of an attention-hungry bulb only encouraged the uncouth, till Zilyana herself forced leave upon him by aid of his listless caps.
Old Man	2019-12-10 06:47:23	Nay, sooner drag their weary shapes bruised and sore back into the beckoning clutches of conformity than willfully present themselves for the routines looming a ways over. Currents ran along the length of his separated stretch, tension riding within the packs of muscle defining those elf-keeping borders comprising thighs as they trembled to inspire reflexives twitches along the knees. A gentle displacement shifted across all-binding waters, chorus to back one thorough ensnare -- wriggling in the web spun of womanly whim with graceless seizes playing upon the line down her lows of spine.
Old Man	2019-12-10 06:46:55	The idea of unwind escaped the would-be loafer, and should until the hour of his body's eventual tucker, warring against the therapeutic lave undulating along his core in full part thanks to effects that spoke to higher callings and lower urges. To think the poor man was just beginning to lend himself over toward relaxation before the temptress reared the whole of her sidle in what should otherwise be his lap were he so inclined to ward off attacks against his better judgement ahead of time. Perish the thought; Raven leaving no room to question the lengths he would carry that weather-beaten shell of himself only to invite debasement when refrain ought to have become the motive of their adventure's end. Simpler solutions once more, and most inappropriate for trouble incarnate and her illustrious paramour with his penchant for fireworks.
Old Man	2019-12-10 06:46:43	To feel hapless in his purportedly lucky landings was just the sort of dizzying contradiction to become of cruel elven wiles. These were the veritable lashings worthy of a dreadful libertine whose every inclination led him to perches of seedy vantage for distant ogles and up-close assessments alike whether or not the circumstances favored him with agency. Were he not the overzealous devotee Zilyana's every available asset knew him to be, he might have fared reasonably well on ascents and idles otherwise mundane -- and decidedly "non-issues" to the kind and courteous sporting sensible adjustment. Puerile fascinations were not so in practice, as two unabashed sense-seekers not only stood to attest, but rather savored its merit in the quaint and quiet of bathtime repose.