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Post by Veata Chea on Apr 4, 2010 20:29:41 GMT -5
Veata gazed at the Italian with wide eyes, taking in every single one of his movements as he fussed over her form. Her knees were still weak, her frame still trembling from the desire that had gripped her earlier, but under his gentle touch the female found herself calming. Her wrists still ached a little from the strong grip that he had held her with but it was nothing compared to the occasional heat that pressed the inside of her skin with every accidental brush of his hand against her form. Just the palest red continued to hover over her cheeks as the female forced her hands into her lap in fear that she might reach out for his hand again.
Despite her position, Veata still gave a little jump of fright when his hand slammed suddenly into the ground. In her desperateness to force away the heat that he brought upon her form she had tuned the male out, completely ignored the source of these foreign desires. Seeing that weak smile now almost made Veata feel a little guilty. Lovino really had done nothing wrong, she had been the one to reach out to curl the hair around her finger without any thought behind it. Granted, the reaction she had received hadn’t been the reaction she expected but the Italian was not at fault for that.
As his words continued to press through the air she found that the arousal that had burned so strongly before was quickly replaced by a deep guilt. Had Veata really left the impression upon Lovinoi that she was going to hate him for something like this? Something where she was more at fault than he was? It just didn’t seem right and when his words and expression brought to her mind a small child, she found her hands reaching out before she could stop them.
“Lovino?” Both of her slender hands wrapped around his closed fists as she leaned a little closer, forcing his eyes to peer back into her own. “Mister Lovino? You don’t have to worry...it really was more of my fault for doing that without knowing what would happen so I’m sorry about that. I’m also really sorry if I gave you the idea that I would hate you for this because I really don’t.” What was she doing? What on Earth was she saying to this male? Well, it was too late to stop herself now. Screw the boundaries that kept strangers apart, she and Lovino had gotten past that point a little awkwardly but there wasn’t much in keeping up polite pretenses now.“And...and I would like it very much if we could finish our card game...and eat a few tomatoes afterwards as well if you don’t mind.”
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Apr 4, 2010 20:54:09 GMT -5
His eyes watered, and with some frustration he rubbed them with both hands. "Goddamn dust... stuff in my eyes... ow..." He was definitely not crying, dammit! He could already imagine the glare she was impaling him with, to be followed shortly by a rain of tomatoes to drive him away. The tomatoes...
Lovino flinched in spite of himself as she touched his hands, partly from surprise as she spoke and partly from the thrill her mere touch still sent through him. It seemed that things had simply gone from bad to worse as the card game had progressed, and she still wanted to go on with it? Sniffing mightily, he offered a small smile and shook his head. "Don't apologize, dammit, you'll make me feel bad."
What was it about this young woman that sent his normally smooth tongue into a sputtering frenzy? Just the thought was enough to twist his lips in unhappiness... but, glancing down at her small, soft hands wrapped around his, then at her dark, compassionate eyes staring so steadily into his, he turned his wrists just a bit to free himself from her grip, smiling happily. "Like I said," he answered warmly, forcing his feelings deep down where he wouldn't acknowledge them, "There's nothing I'd rather do than play cards and eat a tomato with a beautiful signorina such as yourself."
Lips quirking in a quick smile to let her know there was nothing really behind it, he added, "Of course, if you really can't resist me, you can pull my goddamn hair all day long."
"Damn dust..." Rubbing the last vestiges of tears away from his eyes, Lovino again cursed the dust that must have gotten in them before reaching for the cards and offering them to her. "For you, signorina."
Hesitantly, he reached out and took the hand he had won in the earlier round, smiling at her with genuine gentleness as he lightly stroked the back of it with his thumb, trying to calm the blood still burning through his entire body. [/blockquote]
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Post by Veata Chea on Apr 5, 2010 16:04:08 GMT -5
A gentle, almost motherly smile tugged at Veata’s lips as she took the Italian in with soft eyes. His quiet mutters about the dust that clearly weren’t meant for her ears brought a small, hidden chuckle to her lips. Male pride had always been such an amusing, stupid thing but on Lovino it was sweet and adorable. Two traits that the female had trouble associating to the Lovino that had brought her body close and sent the blood in her veins aflame just moments ago. How odd it was that this male could make her body ache one moment and the next, awaken a mothering instinct.
At the gentle turning of his wrists Veata disentangled her fingers from his. Instead of drawing back into her lap though, her hands went up and brushed gently against his eyes, wiping away the stubborn tears. Really, Lovino was far too cute for her to resist him, especially in this state. In her mind the image of a small pup that she had taken care of back home rose up. It wasn’t that far of a stretch either, golden eyes and dark brown hair, unbearably adorable and the ability to make her smile no matter how hard she resisted. Perhaps it was the sudden realization of the similarities between her pup and Lovino but before she could stop herself, Veata left a fluttered kiss upon his forehead.
In response to his quirk a teasing smile played across her lips. Dark brown eyes sparked with mischief as she leaned in a little closer. Earlier her playfulness had not come through because of the awkwardness of the situation but Veata found that it was quite hard to not completely relax with Lovino even after their little incident earlier. “You know…that actually does sound much more appealing than playing silly card games…” Veata let the silence play out a little longer before the laugh rose from her throat as she pulled back.
Taunting him with a teasing smirk, she took the cards into her hand and shuffled them out quickly. Lovino left her mind as she focused on the blurring of the colors and the feel of the cards slipping between her fingers. Shuffling had always been such an attention absorber which was why she didn’t notice Lovino wrapping his hand around hers again until his warmth flooded through her. She paused for a moment to give him a cute smile before handing him the cards.
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Apr 7, 2010 14:59:57 GMT -5
Lovino couldn't stop the smirk from crossing his lips as she pulled her lips away from his forehead, watching her shuffle the cards. Oh, she's definitely into me... he complimented himself, brown eyes sparkling. She can take a joke and flirt without seeming like a total whore. I didn't know they still made women like that.
Refusing to allow her to pull back the hand he'd won, he studied her slim, dexterous fingers as she dealt the cards, allowing himself to ponder just how skilled those hands might be at... other activities. Clearing his throat with a sly grin, he picked up his cards with his one hand and studied them carefully. A ten and a seven... he mused, lips poking out in an unconscious pout. A fairly decent hand, but... not exactly a secure foothold, either. His tongue licked his lips in concentration, debating whether it was worth the chance to go for another card, or stay with the hand he held.
Then again... if she won, would that be a terribly bad thing...?
The childish side of him snarled and refused to even think that it would be good to lose. Folding his cards to his chest, his eyes twinkled merrily at the young woman across from him. "I stand."
As they revealed their cards, Lovino's heart jumped with the thrill of victory. Without a moment's thought, he shifted closer to her and lifted the hand he had won in the previous round. "My only request..." he murmured, shifting his grip to reveal the top of her hand, grinning at her all the while, "Is that you don't hit me, okay?"
Lightly, he trailed his lips against the soft, tender skin of the back of her hand before kissing it gently and releasing her hand. He'd be lying if he said that he hadn't planned this since his last win, and damn did it feel good to finally achieve that goal!
Stretching his arms high above his head, he smiled happily at her before gazing at the afternoon sun slowly sinking further down. "Man, it's so damn hot," he complained, laying back and staring up. "How much longer you going to stay out here, anyway, Signorina Veata?"
--------------- orz Fail reply is fail. D= Needs moar sleep.
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Post by Veata Chea on Apr 8, 2010 19:15:48 GMT -5
Dark brown eyes took in the faces of her card: a Jack and a five of diamonds. Certainly a hand that could be better but not all that bad seeing as Veata had been winning most of their games. And if she lost?...well, it seemed that Lovino’s requests led to much less trouble than her own had so would it be all that bad? All he had asked of her with the single game that he had won was to hold her hand whereas she brought up awkward questions and even more awkward situations.
At the quick flash of their cards a pout instinctively pulled at the young female’s lips. An almost sulking light came to her eyes as she stared up with a playful mournfulness directed towards Lovino. The child in her was both upset and curious at once with her loss. Veata was intrigued by the thought of what the Italian may ask of her now considering that he had already taken possession of one of her hands and claiming the other would have left them unable to play any longer. And after what had just nearly occurred earlier?...well, there wasn’t much that he could do that would take her by surprise.
A curious tilt came to Veata’s head at Lovino’s odd request. Hit him? Why on Earth would she ever hit this sweet Italian? As far as Veata was concerned she wasn’t so intimidating that she’d ever give off in her aura the idea that she hit without reason. Maybe when she was aggravated she would act so impulsively but that was usually justified. Perhaps a hand that wandered too far or a mocking tease but always was Veata justified in her violence…in her own opinion at least.
Soft lips brushed against her slender hand and for the umpteenth time that day, a flush rose to her skin. At this point it must seem as if Veata had sunburned or something with how often her pale skin was blushing a deep red and just that thought alone was enough to drive the female into slight irritation. When it came down to it though, she’d much rather Lovino think that the red of her skin was from being in the sun too long rather than that he realize that he was the cause for it.
The young female blinked in surprise at Lovino’s sudden abandonment of the game in favor of lying upon the ground and staring up at the afternoon sky. Perhaps the Italian had finally won what he had set out to do and was finished with the game now? Veata, personally, could probably have gone on for a few more hours playing cards but maybe this game had gone on long enough.
Veata allowed for one small yawn to slip through her lips as her body turned, her lithe form rolling onto her stomach and her head resting comfortably in her hands. The expression pressed at her features had fallen into relaxation with the warm sun slipping into a late afternoon caressing her skin. Her eyes fell close for a brief moment, one peeking open at the male’s comment. “Oh…I’m not very sure. I might head to the town and try to find an inn soon though I suppose.” Actually, she might want to head out to do that now considering that if she didn’t she’d be stuck out here tonight…“You wouldn’t happen to know any good ones, would you? And how likely they are to be full right now?”
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Apr 8, 2010 20:03:20 GMT -5
An sound of interested agreement passed through the Italian's lips as he stared at the sky and tucked his hands behind his head. Man, it was really time for an afternoon nap. If he weren't afraid cautiously wary of another flying creature swooping down upon them, he would have closed his eyes and fallen asleep right there.
His ears perked up at her mention of an inn, and he rolled on his side to look at her, several thoughts passing through his mind at the same time, turning into a jumbled mess so the only thing that emerged from his lips was, "Huh. That right?" Twisting his traitorous lips in unhappiness, he scooted just a bit closer, studying the way the young woman's clothes clung to her body, her form silhouetted by the afternoon sun and sticking slightly to her curves from the heat.
"You know, inns are a real bit-- pain to get into in this town, sometimes," he mentioned casually, remembering in time to censor his mouth for the lady's sake. "Well, the good ones, anyway. The cheap ones are full of rats and fleas, and the food sucks." Raising an eyebrow, he added with a smirk, "Besides, most of them aren't the kind of places a beautiful signorina should venture into alone."
Rolling back over, he closed his eyes so she wouldn't think he was staring at her like an opportunist. Okay, so maybe he was exaggerating about the quality of the inns, but any male in his position would do the same! "You got any friends in town? You could stay with me for a bit, if you wanted. I've got a decent house with some extra room."
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Post by Veata Chea on Apr 8, 2010 20:36:49 GMT -5
Veata’s head tilted upwards towards the blue, empty sky with an almost neutral expression as she pondered over the male’s words. In all honesty she hadn’t been counting on something like this happening when she had stepped onto that small ship just a month ago. It was hard for the female to take in the idea that in this land, one didn’t wander about in the town, or rather village, until a friendly, local family took them in for the night. Granted, Veata had never wandered outside of her father’s manor in order for something like that to happen but it was what she had been taught growing up. Her father had been such a believer of old traditions and customs, somebody that she had loved so much that it hadn’t crossed her mind that what her father taught her was nothing like the outside world. Even when her family had fled from the manor and after they had slipped away from the refugee camp, they had grown up in an area which had only seemed to enforce her father’s words. Perhaps it was truly a good thing that she had brought all the money with her that she could if the traditions of her home really were unlike the traditions of this land.
With a slightly irritated sigh Veata fell onto her back, the skin of her hand brushed against Lovino’s with a small jolt of warmth. Veata was determined though to not let these strange emotions win her out and pushed them away mentally. Besides, perhaps it was normal for her to be feeling like that around this strange land. She wasn’t used to it and the effect of that was that she was unsure of herself even more so around foreigners. “So a good inn would be hard to get into?” A slight pout came to her lips as she rolled onto her side, her dark brown eyes taking in the male’s profile. “Are they really so bad? I have my sword with me so I should be able to take care of myself…”
Veata laid her head down upon the ground once more, her arm a pillow, as a slender finger played gentle with a blade of grass close to his shoulder. She had fallen into a thoughtful state not easily shaken until his offer came into the light. A sharp spike of excitement and pleasure of the platonic kind sending her lithe frame up. Perhaps if Veata had been a girl of this country she would have been wary of the offer but she had grown up in a country and with a father’s words teaching her that something like this was normal and acceptable. Sure, she had her doubts but Lovino’s offer put that to rest. It seemed her father wasn’t as clueless as she had thought he was and the thought and this male brought a bright smile to her lips. “You really wouldn’t mind, Mister Lovino? I mean, I could certainly pay you for the room and such but you wouldn’t mind something like that?”
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Apr 8, 2010 21:26:27 GMT -5
Lovino was doing cartwheels in his head as she agreed, and didn't bother to hide his genuine smile as he rolled over to look at her again. "I wouldn't dream of taking advantage of the signorina's predicament by having her pay!" With a playful grin, he poked her stomach. "'Sides, it doesn't look like you eat that much, anyway. I'll make you some pizza, or maybe even some pasta. They have pizza in your country?"
Eyes lighting up, he sat up and donned his knapsack, preparing to leave before she changed her mind. Taking her hand in his, he pulled her to feet and smiled without letting go. "And then we can play more cards without your pretty skin getting all sunburned." Before she could grab at her own bag, he reached down and shouldered hers, giving her a grin to let her know that he couldn't be giving it back. "Pizza's awesome. There's cheese and tomatoes~ or if you have enough tomatoes I'll make sauce for pasta, and..." he trailed off and tugged at her hand insistently, like a child begging for attention. Come on..." [/blockquote]
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Post by Veata Chea on Apr 9, 2010 12:54:49 GMT -5
”Are you sure? I really wouldn’t mind pay-” A little squeak departed from her mouth as Veata instinctively gave a jump at the prodding of her stomach. The aura of gratefulness that had wrapped around her form just moments ago fell into a childish glow, dark brown eyes shifting into a poutish glare directed towards the Italian. It didn’t matter how cute Lovino was or of how little of him that she knew, nobody poked her in the stomach because of her ticklishness and got away with it.
Revenge would have to wait a little later though as the young female found herself being pulled off of the ground in his warm grip. She blinked slightly in surprise at the act of chivalry, just barely suppressing a smile as her lithe frame followed after him. His words rang clearly through the air and she took each in an excited stride. Inside of her an unexplained mixture of contentment and excitement pressed at her skin as she paused to grab her sword, their hands still intertwined. “Will you make some of that for us tonight? I’ve never heard of something like that before.”
Veata felt the smile that she had tried so hard to suppress before flourish upon her lips at his insistent tugging. She was still a little uncomfortable with being held in such a manner by a stranger but perhaps that was just one of the customs here, she would readjust eventually…especially since it seemed like Veata wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon with somebody like Lovino nearby.
A small squeeze of her hand pressed into his own passed between their forms as she followed after him. “I’m coming! I’m coming, Lovino!”
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