so it decided it was 4 parts instead... 3/4
Mocha #3. Might As Well with Chopped Nuts
Story : knights
Rating : PG-13 gratuitous flaunting of boobs
Timeframe : 1260 - follows Look But Don't Touch and Read My Lips
Word Count : 1098
Chopped Nuts - ridiculously immature even by Lyssa's standards. I'll get to the canon version eventually. It's much more boring and happy. And yes, I couldn't help myself (you'll see what I mean)
Kairn pulled a chair to one of the battered assortment of tables set about the dining hall and seated himself with a sigh. Quiet. Sure there were soldiers milling about here and there, the rattle and clang of pots on the stove, but no one was trying to kill him, and Shasa was in her room. The food was hot, and it was fresh. And, best of all, someone else had cooked it. He dipped his fork into the bowl, took a slow, blissful whiff of the trail of steam curling up from the stew within, and sighed again.
There was a loud clearing of a throat from over his shoulder, and Kairn jumped. The fork clattered against the side of the bowl as it slipped from his hands, and he narrowly missed depositing the stew in his lap. Turning, he found a pair of poorly restricted breats poised inches from his nose.
“P-pardon,” he said. He shoved his chair and himself to the side, and expanded his vision beyond the show of flesh and tight, red silk.
The newcomer - the redheaded knight, Kairn fumbled for a name as he tried not to gape - shot him a grin and a wink. She rolled her shoulders, and her bosom strained against the cloth stretched across its bottom. “You like these?” she said.
Kairn gripped the seat of his chair, blinking frantically as he tried to pry his eyes from the display. “I…er…”
She cocked her head, the invitation to her expression growing strained. “You like ‘em?” she repeated in the tone of one talking to a slow child.
The chair scraped another few inches across the floor as Kairn pressed himself to its back. “They’re, uh, very nice…I suppose.”
Her face folded in on itself in disbelief. “You’re a man, aren’t you?” Kairn could only stare. She gave the shoulder flexing another try and he bit his lip at the way she heaved. “Want a go at them?”
“I…“ Kairn chewed the air. His hand slid, sweaty and shaking, off the chair. “I thought you were with the tall fellow.” He wiped his palm across his leg and scooted back another inch. “You know, the one that scares me only slightly less than you do.”
“Maybe.” She shrugged, and Kairn found himself wondering how long such a scanty excuse for a shirt could hold her.
“Yeah.” He shook his head. “So, I’m…not about to-”
She leaned in and laid a hand on his shoulder, bringing his eyes in line with the narrow valley between tightly bound flesh. “He’s got nothing to say about it.”
“Still...” He squirmed under her grasp, fought for somewhere else to look. Surely any moment she was to burst free of that blouse. He dragged both hands over his legs, leaving damp trails along his pants. “I’d, uh, rather not-”
“Lyssa?” a man’s voice called from across the room. There was a clatter of abandoned forks from the handful of soldiers scattered about the room.
The woman tumbled into Kairn’s lap, knocking the breath out of him. A hand to either side of his face, she pulled him in for a forceful kiss. He squirmed against the seat, arms flailing about as he tried to draw up a plan to extricate himself, all coherent thought drowned out by the lips working eagerly at his own.
“What the hell are you doing?” The blonde man with the skeletal figure towered over them, arms crossed against his chest.
Kairn tore his mouth from Lyssa’s, shifted his weight beneath the legs splayed over his own. “That’s what I’d like to know,” he said.
Still balanced across his lap, Lyssa looked fixed the other man with a glare. “Just doing what’s expected of me.”
Kairn’s eyes darted from one to the other, the two staring each other down over him as if he weren’t even there, and wished he could sink through the chair. “I…I had n-nothing to do with-”
“You know,” said the man, “it wouldn’t be expected if you weren’t doing it.”
Lyssa slid a hand over Kairn’s cheek and he shied away as her breasts bobbed again before his nose. “Can’t hear you,” she said. “Too busy leading on.” She leveled a grin at Kairn.
“I-I’m not-” He gently but firmly pushed the hand from his face.
“What has gotten into you?”
Undaunted by Kairn’s removal of her hand, Lyssa brought it instead to his chest, trailing her fingers over the laces of his shirt. “Thought this was what I always do.”
“Right,” said the blonde. “You’re the victim in this.”
Kairn pried the roaming fingers from his shirt. “Actually, I think I-”
“No, that would be your role, wouldn’t it?” She withdrew the hand without so much as a glance. “Poor, put upon Rune. Has to deal with my scandalous ways.”
“You’re being ridiculous,” said Rune.
Lyssa shrugged, her fingers walking their way back up Kairn’s front. “What I do,” she said. “Already in trouble for it, so might as well get to actually do it.”
Rune opened his mouth, shook his head, and Kairn tensed, waiting for the blast of whatever was about to come his way. The man just sighed. “Good luck finding a bed you can stay in.” He turned on his heel and made for the door. “My door will be locked.”
Lyssa aimed a rude gesture his way over the top of Kairn’s head as he stormed off. A warning glance about the room sent the rest of its inhabitants back into their scraping and chewing, eyes tight on their plates. Kairn breathed a sigh as she slid from his lap, staring at her as she hopped onto the table.
“Hmph.” She grabbed his fork and gave the stew a jab. “Showed him.”
Kairn looked from the woman perched on the edge of the table to the dinner she was now calmly helping herself to. “I, er, I think he might just kill us both.”
Lyssa waved him off. “Nah. He’ll get over it.”
“So all this was just to…You never wanted to…”
Lyssa laughed around a mouthful of his meal, the sound like cold water over his head even as it sent her body into a pleasing shake. “With you?”
Kairn shoved off to his feet, snatching the fork from her grasp and scooping the bowl from the table. He looked her over, food clutched to his chest. “I’m…going to go finish my dinner in my room,” he said. She licked a bit of gravy from her lip with a smirk. “With the door locked.”
Story : knights
Rating : PG-13 gratuitous flaunting of boobs
Timeframe : 1260 - follows Look But Don't Touch and Read My Lips
Word Count : 1098
Chopped Nuts - ridiculously immature even by Lyssa's standards. I'll get to the canon version eventually. It's much more boring and happy. And yes, I couldn't help myself (you'll see what I mean)
Kairn pulled a chair to one of the battered assortment of tables set about the dining hall and seated himself with a sigh. Quiet. Sure there were soldiers milling about here and there, the rattle and clang of pots on the stove, but no one was trying to kill him, and Shasa was in her room. The food was hot, and it was fresh. And, best of all, someone else had cooked it. He dipped his fork into the bowl, took a slow, blissful whiff of the trail of steam curling up from the stew within, and sighed again.
There was a loud clearing of a throat from over his shoulder, and Kairn jumped. The fork clattered against the side of the bowl as it slipped from his hands, and he narrowly missed depositing the stew in his lap. Turning, he found a pair of poorly restricted breats poised inches from his nose.
“P-pardon,” he said. He shoved his chair and himself to the side, and expanded his vision beyond the show of flesh and tight, red silk.
The newcomer - the redheaded knight, Kairn fumbled for a name as he tried not to gape - shot him a grin and a wink. She rolled her shoulders, and her bosom strained against the cloth stretched across its bottom. “You like these?” she said.
Kairn gripped the seat of his chair, blinking frantically as he tried to pry his eyes from the display. “I…er…”
She cocked her head, the invitation to her expression growing strained. “You like ‘em?” she repeated in the tone of one talking to a slow child.
The chair scraped another few inches across the floor as Kairn pressed himself to its back. “They’re, uh, very nice…I suppose.”
Her face folded in on itself in disbelief. “You’re a man, aren’t you?” Kairn could only stare. She gave the shoulder flexing another try and he bit his lip at the way she heaved. “Want a go at them?”
“I…“ Kairn chewed the air. His hand slid, sweaty and shaking, off the chair. “I thought you were with the tall fellow.” He wiped his palm across his leg and scooted back another inch. “You know, the one that scares me only slightly less than you do.”
“Maybe.” She shrugged, and Kairn found himself wondering how long such a scanty excuse for a shirt could hold her.
“Yeah.” He shook his head. “So, I’m…not about to-”
She leaned in and laid a hand on his shoulder, bringing his eyes in line with the narrow valley between tightly bound flesh. “He’s got nothing to say about it.”
“Still...” He squirmed under her grasp, fought for somewhere else to look. Surely any moment she was to burst free of that blouse. He dragged both hands over his legs, leaving damp trails along his pants. “I’d, uh, rather not-”
“Lyssa?” a man’s voice called from across the room. There was a clatter of abandoned forks from the handful of soldiers scattered about the room.
The woman tumbled into Kairn’s lap, knocking the breath out of him. A hand to either side of his face, she pulled him in for a forceful kiss. He squirmed against the seat, arms flailing about as he tried to draw up a plan to extricate himself, all coherent thought drowned out by the lips working eagerly at his own.
“What the hell are you doing?” The blonde man with the skeletal figure towered over them, arms crossed against his chest.
Kairn tore his mouth from Lyssa’s, shifted his weight beneath the legs splayed over his own. “That’s what I’d like to know,” he said.
Still balanced across his lap, Lyssa looked fixed the other man with a glare. “Just doing what’s expected of me.”
Kairn’s eyes darted from one to the other, the two staring each other down over him as if he weren’t even there, and wished he could sink through the chair. “I…I had n-nothing to do with-”
“You know,” said the man, “it wouldn’t be expected if you weren’t doing it.”
Lyssa slid a hand over Kairn’s cheek and he shied away as her breasts bobbed again before his nose. “Can’t hear you,” she said. “Too busy leading on.” She leveled a grin at Kairn.
“I-I’m not-” He gently but firmly pushed the hand from his face.
“What has gotten into you?”
Undaunted by Kairn’s removal of her hand, Lyssa brought it instead to his chest, trailing her fingers over the laces of his shirt. “Thought this was what I always do.”
“Right,” said the blonde. “You’re the victim in this.”
Kairn pried the roaming fingers from his shirt. “Actually, I think I-”
“No, that would be your role, wouldn’t it?” She withdrew the hand without so much as a glance. “Poor, put upon Rune. Has to deal with my scandalous ways.”
“You’re being ridiculous,” said Rune.
Lyssa shrugged, her fingers walking their way back up Kairn’s front. “What I do,” she said. “Already in trouble for it, so might as well get to actually do it.”
Rune opened his mouth, shook his head, and Kairn tensed, waiting for the blast of whatever was about to come his way. The man just sighed. “Good luck finding a bed you can stay in.” He turned on his heel and made for the door. “My door will be locked.”
Lyssa aimed a rude gesture his way over the top of Kairn’s head as he stormed off. A warning glance about the room sent the rest of its inhabitants back into their scraping and chewing, eyes tight on their plates. Kairn breathed a sigh as she slid from his lap, staring at her as she hopped onto the table.
“Hmph.” She grabbed his fork and gave the stew a jab. “Showed him.”
Kairn looked from the woman perched on the edge of the table to the dinner she was now calmly helping herself to. “I, er, I think he might just kill us both.”
Lyssa waved him off. “Nah. He’ll get over it.”
“So all this was just to…You never wanted to…”
Lyssa laughed around a mouthful of his meal, the sound like cold water over his head even as it sent her body into a pleasing shake. “With you?”
Kairn shoved off to his feet, snatching the fork from her grasp and scooping the bowl from the table. He looked her over, food clutched to his chest. “I’m…going to go finish my dinner in my room,” he said. She licked a bit of gravy from her lip with a smirk. “With the door locked.”