[OOM] Eiattu - Grasslands

[fighting_mad]

Plourr rolls onto her back and stares up at the blue sky, shading her eyes with one hand. It's a warm day, a few wispy clouds scudding across the sky and the sun shining bright. The two thaks are quite happily tucking into their feed nearby, tethered to a fallen tree, and the tall blades of grass wave softly in the wind all through the field. Best yet, there's no sign of anyone else or any manmade object as far as the eye can see; just grass, thaks, forest, and sky. She closes her eyes and lets the sun warm her face.

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[fighting_mad]

"And...?"

[eiattu_pride]

"And I could think of something for you to do instead."

[fighting_mad]

"Oh really," she says, head tilted to one side. "Such as?"

[eiattu_pride]

"Use your imagination," says Rial, and grins.

[fighting_mad]

"I don't know," she says, taking a step or two toward him with a lazy, conscious grace, swinging her hips. "My imagination's pretty good."

[eiattu_pride]

"Is it, I wonder, as good as mine?"

Rial watches her, and grins.

It's almost a leer.

[fighting_mad]

"Oh," she purrs. She rests her hand on his neck and lets it slide around to his shoulderblade as she leans in, lips a breath from his. "I'm certain it is," she informs him, smile teasing at her mouth. "All this talk of imagination, though, and I," she presses against him, "am still wearing wet clothes."

Plourr is not subtle when it comes to hints, no.

[eiattu_pride]

"Well," says Rial, and presses a quick kiss to her neck, "I can...assist you out of them, if you want."

Tugging her backwards to the couch, he presses another quick kiss to her lips, and pulls her down over him.

[snorkacklover.livejournal.com]

Wainthropp treads his sheet strips into something more comfortable, and eyes the Big People from his bed.

“Waugh,” he declares wisely, settling down for a nap.

Waugh, indeed.