Author: Alallein
Subject: Re: Presumptions
Date: Wed Apr 29 10:51:17 1998

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OOC: Nice turn around Toreene. Blood and Ashes! I meant to take off the loincloth! ~frown~

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The old men's faces went pale and white and the smiles they held a second ago where lost as Toreene entered their bath. To them this seemed only a battle of wits between the young man and Aes Sedai, they never expected action from either party. Toreene's cool calm and grace shamed the men who looked upon her naked body, all except Alallein. He could hear the women in the other pool snicker softly as he felt his cheeks flush. He gulped aloud as he choked down some thought, some words that were lost to him before spoken, a result of her plain beauty. He did not speak a word for fear he would stammer like some bloody woolhead and he wondered how under the Light he had gotten himself into this.

In an instant he took a deep breath, emphasizing his handsome chest, and set himself into that calm state, he was determined not to falter, one missed queue now would cost him much honor. Toreene moved close to him, he could smell the apple scent of her hair, she was almost too close. She met his eyes and smiled lightly, "I will indeed scrub your back, my future Warder. After you scrub mine." Alallein could feel the smiles from the ladies across the room and was nearly unnerved. She turned her back to him, which for a second was for the best, the sight of her full breasts was...well it was best that she turned, but only for a second.

Instinctively, Alallein glanced over her well defined shoulders and back, but his gaze rested a moment on her very well shaped bottom, and a smile touched his lips. Now, the chuckles came from the men in this pool, but they were promptly put down by a cold stare from him. He might enjoy the site but no other man would, at least if he could help it.

He lathered up the soap in a great mass of bubbles and began to rub it down her neck and shoulders. Her muscles where tight with the knots of fatigue but his deft and agile fingers kneaded those knots out and replaced them with pleasure and relaxation. Toreene was immediately surprised at how gentle the large warrior was, she knew that his hands were hard and calloused, yet his touch was a soft as a baby's bottom. She wondered how that was. The suds and his hands worked their way down her shoulders and back, both cleaning and massaging her. She melted under his touch, lost in the sheer pleasure. The ladies in the other pool read the expression on Toreene's face, her slight smile and closed eyes told the tale. When he was finished he sponged the suds away gently and rubbed a lightly scented oil into her skin. It smelled of the rosebuds that bloomed near the cliffs of World's End, his homeland. The servants of Fal Dara were definately a wriley bunch indeed!

As she turned to him, he removed his loincloth, turned and knelt before her so that she might reach his shoulders without effort. The blood of battle still stained him. "I believe it is my turn Toreene," he said with a smile.

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OOC: Well, since we're turning this around on each other, I guess your it! TAG! Let the fun continue!

Alallein

• Cheeky....:-) by Toreene Sedai, Asst.MoN , Wed May 6 18:24