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Post by The Stranger on May 8, 2008 19:50:02 GMT -5
Flea smiled, and leaned back, his hand on his chin, as though thinking for a moment. Finally he began.
"My girl’s no high-born missus,
Cares nothing for snobs or for prisses,
Her love I have bought,
And the price that she sought,
Was one of my lordly kisses."
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Post by The Stranger on May 9, 2008 1:07:55 GMT -5
Flea smiled shyily. "It was sort of a short notice, that's the best I could come up with."
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Post by The Stranger on May 9, 2008 1:11:43 GMT -5
Flea kissed her back, as his arms wrapped around her waist.
"You're perfect." He said, and his eyes light up. "And your carrying may baby." He squeezed her against him in joy, than looked ashamed and nervous. "I didn't, I, it wouldn't hurt anything will it? I need to be gentle huh...?"
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Post by The Stranger on May 9, 2008 1:19:54 GMT -5
Flea nodded, pulled her onto his lap. as he leaned his head back against the wall of the their little traveling wagon, to smile up at her.
"Okay..."
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Post by The Stranger on May 9, 2008 1:29:19 GMT -5
Flea's hands played with the hem of her dressed, as he kissed back eagerly, nose to nose, and lips to lips.
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Post by The Stranger on May 9, 2008 1:34:58 GMT -5
Flea's hands caressed her inner thighs, and than rose higher, as he began to gently caress the petals of her flower with increasingly experienced fingers. He sucked gently on her tongue, as their mouths remained locked together.
Scav chuckled as he passed the pipe to Alys. "They got at it like rabbits dem too." he said, "Ain't they ain't even smoke anything. Dragonweed makes me horny as all get out, but them's natural I suppose."
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Post by The Stranger on May 9, 2008 1:44:19 GMT -5
Flea's tongue intertwined with Dacey's as they kissed deeply, before he broke the kiss, and trailed down her jaw, and throat, and neck, to her breasts.
He groaned as they teased each other, before lifting her hips to slide down on top of him.
Scav chuckled, "That turns you off eh. Bah. I'm sure she ain't got nothing on you!" He grinned lecherously, and took a another tug on the pipe.
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Post by The Stranger on May 9, 2008 1:51:50 GMT -5
Flea buried his face between her breasts, and murmured his excitement, as his hips rose to to meet hers. He looked up to her eyes, to meet her gaze, as he always did.
"Well forgive me for finding you purty." Scav said sounding geniunely hurt, "I shall do my best to imagine you as a gnarled ole grumpkin instead."
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Post by The Stranger on May 9, 2008 1:58:42 GMT -5
As his pace increased, Flea pushed Dacey back, and climbed atop of her. He smiled brightly at her, and kissed her lips, as he slide inside her again, driving inside her with a passion.
Scav grinned, "Well, unfortunately you need even more to imagine I'm NOT a gnarlled old grumpkin," He relight the pipe, and took a tug, "And I'm starting to see a little grumpkiness coming through in you too. Soon you'll be just like me."
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Post by The Stranger on May 9, 2008 2:06:06 GMT -5
Flea's body enveloped her, and he pressed his cheek against hers, his chest against her breast, as their pelvises rose and fell to bring each other closer. He murmured her name softly, just above a whisper.
Scav shrugged, "I'll believe that when I see it!" he took the pipe from her again and inhaled deeply.
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Post by The Stranger on May 9, 2008 2:12:18 GMT -5
Flea groaned with pleasure, and panted heavily, hugging himself against her body tightly.
"Get away with hiding, what do you mean getting away with it? He achieved what he meant to." Scav asked.
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Post by The Stranger on May 9, 2008 2:20:44 GMT -5
Flea kissed her gently, "How long can we keep doing that until we have to stop because of the baby?" He grinned at her.
Scav looked over his shoulder on both right and left at the empty lines of trees along the road.
"I'm fairly certain they won't mind the display. It's only the gold cloaks at the gate that Flea meant to fool. The comings and the goings are what are tricky, the rest of the ride is usually smooth enough." He told the maid, adding a bark of laughter.
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Post by The Stranger on May 9, 2008 14:58:28 GMT -5
Flea smiled and rested his head on her breast.
Scav grinned, "That is a wondrous idea, I am starving." He rummaged through the sack, and handed a pear to Alys, and took one himself.
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Post by The Stranger on May 9, 2008 15:14:59 GMT -5
Scav licked the juices of the pear from his lips, and flicked the horses reins, to keep its pace steady.
Around them, were a number of small thatched roofed huts, perhaps as many as five or six. A larger cottage with a stone wall around it, was at the far side of the village. The only other notable buildings were a small windmill, which churned quietly next to a stream which passed by the cottage.
Flea awoke from where he had fallen asleep, "mmm, good morning," he told Dacey, despite that the sun was high in the sky.
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Post by The Stranger on May 9, 2008 15:18:30 GMT -5
Flea picked the hay out of her hair and kissed her on the cheek. "We're there." He said, as Scav stopped the cart outside the oak gate which was the entrance to the property. Flea stood and stretched his back, and than extended his arm for Dacey.
"Milady, welcome to Shallowgrave."
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Hope you all are well and happy.