73rd of Fall, 518AV
The knock on her door surprised her, and Lani stopped what she was doing to look up at the door, as if she had imagined it. There was a long standoff, before she heard the demanding rap again, and she immediately turned back to what she was writing, tapping the quill on the inside of the inkwell, and setting it down on her rag. She glanced at her work, realizing that she had paused mid word, allowing the ink to travel down the tip of the quill and pool on the parchment.
”Shyke,” She looked at it, realizing she would have to recopy what she was working on, or accept the blunder, rewrite the single word she had destroyed, and continue on. Her perfection streak detested that option, and she hesitated a little too long, looking at it. The knock sounded again, and Lani cursed once more, scooting out of her chair and bouncing over to the door to crack it open and see who was trying to reach her at this time of the night.
”Black Eyes.” Narth’s familiar nickname was a mere breathe before the bearded man barged the door, enveloping the Chiet’s face in his hands, and her mouth in his beard. For a few ticks too long the mixed blood was surprised by the sudden ferocity and odd hours of the man, but once she realized what he wanted, she relaxed further. He pushed her into the room gently with his own body, and she heard the door slam behind him, which is when she pulled away. Placing two russet palms on his chest, she separated herself from him.
”Narth?”
”Shhh.” He said, eyes unusually hungry, and his hands were distracted with the buttons on her shift now. She giggled, and hooked her finger on the collar of his weird cropped Inartan shirt, pulling him further into her apartment. The fire was going, and two candles remained lit on the table where she had been working, casting interesting shadows across her room. She didn’t mind being Narth’s bedwarmer, she was pretty certain he was enamored with her exotic body, but she liked to do it on her own terms. In the safety of her apartment, shielded from the eyes of others, it was easy to forget that she was his lesser. That he was Endal and she was Chiet. When the bearded Endal was consumed by lust and hunger for the woman figure, she was in charge.
The mixed blood turned when they neared her small bed, so that he faced away from it, and she gently pushed his chest with her two hands. He willingly sat down, one eyebrow raised in expectation. He kept her around because she could switch on her own hunger easily enough. Only she did not want to get naked and give into him today, she knew other ways to please the man and remain clothed herself. Trying to take control of the situation, she leaned down to grab each of his knees with her hands, pushing them together so that she could straddle them. But she did not lower herself onto him as if to mount him, instead she bent over slightly, exposing the cleavage that teased the man through the two buttons he had managed to undo. She smoothed her fingers up his thighs, and then his chest, pressing her nails into the skin.
