After Party (Devon/Open)

[Ceraphine Davis]

It had been a couple day since she had that encounter with Devon on the bench in the middle of what most would deem town square, and in true Kevala fashion she had sucked it up as another, use her and forget her type thing.

Why should she not? Like any guy ever bothered to mess with the "freak" girl after their first encounter and if they did it was only to lead her on and hurt her. So, life for Kevala just seemed to carry on as usual. Which at this point in time just so happened to be in a bar, not far from her apartment, the place she now called home on a regular basis. Sure she checked in on Mischa from time to time, but she refused to stay there due to the every changing shift in her personality.

So tonight was about fogetting her own pain and numbing it out with the help of a little loud music, a little alcohol and a little cocaine, her personal drug of choice though honestly any would do the trick she believed.

Dressed in a pair of form fitting hip hugger jeans with flare leg bottoms, and a black tank top with a red rose on the right side, she was certainly easy to spot amidst this crowd. Especially since more of the mens's attention seemed fixated on her.

Though at first, her interest were slim....She still have Devon on her mind and that tiny bit of her that wondered if maybe he would call..But yeah, she totally doubted that. So with another glance at her phone she set it to silent and started her somewhat normal routine of lines, and shots, and other drinks which some poor sucker bought for her.

It took more andmore these days in order to get her high, to get her mind off whatever was causing her the current pain inside...and tonight was no exception. But after several hours of her constant partying, she soon found herself in the back of the bar, the same situation, her body driven to fill those hungers for another's lust and desire....

A guy she really would probably not remember slamming her small figure up against the wall as his hand pinned her there by her throat. Not in a fashion that would actually hurt her, he was to timid for that sort of game, but enough that so long as she did not use her full strength, she would remained pinned there, his body quick to press up against her own as his thigh rammed itself up between her thigh....A few heated, drunken breaths laid against her ear.....

"You like that baby?"

A comment she had heard all to often and one she always gave the same reply to.

"Yes...."

But honestly, she did not. She hated that need she had to fill, hated the way in which she needed to go about filling it, and though he would not make it much further than feeling her up and reaching his own ultimate end goal, she still hated the feel of his hands on her flesh. One of which was now grabbing at her shirt, thrusting his hand upward to grip her side as those sweaty palms travelled up her flesh....further an further....

A moan, well timed and well placed escaped her lips as she closed her eye, the affects of the drugs and the alcohol numbing out the idea of who it was that was currently accosting her in the back of some bar, but instead upon the emotions he let forth. That need, that lust, that desire......for her......It was like that darker part of her nature commanded it, and as her black hair fell into her faces she simply tried to block out any and all rational thoughts that might try and escape her. If she did not get this fix, she would be edgy for days.....Really no other option....

~Just, drink it in Kev, it is the best you are ever gonna get~

The one thing she kept telling herself over and over again in her mind, as his hand finally brushed against the outside of her bra and she felt him bite down against the delicate flesh of her neck...Never too hard though...nope...guys just did not have it in them to do that sorta thing these days.

[Devon]

There was a long deep sigh escaped from Devon when he stepped into a local bar, who decided that he probably got screwed. Well, no that wasn't the problem. The problem was more toward the didn't get screwed side of the spectrum.

Devon had decided to just show up at Kev's apartment and see what was going on with her, but it wound up that she hadn't been there. He then wandered over to the curb and flipped open his phone, calling the number he had been given... and got no answer.

So he decided that if he couldn't go and see Kev then he would go and meet a good friend of his. Maybe you know him, his name is Jack Daniels. He went up to the bar and sat himself down on a stool, ordering his first drink.

He brushed the hood of his sweatshirt off, letting it rest on his shoulders. It wasn't like he would need it to keep warm, and he never much cared about hiding from things while he was in a bar. No one cared who you were as long as you shut the fuck up and drank.

"Check it out Craig, she found another one. You keep count?

Devon raised his brow and perked up his ears, curious what was going on with the local bar. It was a small place, and there had to be something going on at all times. Why? Because being drunk just wasn't fun if you couldn't mercilessly mock someone.

"Why bother, just get in line, fuck."

Okay so that was more disappointing then he thought. He rolled his eyes and put two twenty dollar bills down on the bar, reached over, and pulled down a full bottle of Jack Daniels. Devon took the dark bottle and walked off to a table at the back of the bar.

He sat down and pulled up his legs, crossing them onto of the table as he leaned back in the chair, the back of it resting against the wall. It was comfortable enough, and he unscrewed the bottle and tilted it back, taking a hard gulp.

Devon would have been fine with just making the bottle slowly replace his blood if it weren't for some idiot choking a bitch a few feet off to his left. It wasn't near big enough a bar to avoid it, so he tried to ignore it. Being drunk would probably help, he decided.

Although something jerked at his awareness sharply. He remembered that sound, an odd sounding moan that was very close to what he heard only a few days before. Cranking his neck around he looked at the woman pressed against the wall, a hand to her throat while she was being felt up by some drunk.

It was then that he saw who it was, and an odd sense of jealousy clicked in his eyes. His normal placid expression was replaced with a dark glare as he leaned forward stood. Devon stood, the bottle held by the neck as he raised his left leg and slammed it into the drunks hip.

The force was more then enough to send the drunk stumbling off and crashing into a table. Devon stepped forward and glanced to his left, his brown eyes drilling into her, utterly silent. What would she have to say to herself, unprompted?

[Ceraphine Davis]

With a soft and well prompted little moan once more she continued to just, soak up the emotions. Everyone thought she slept with these guys, but honestly, once she got them alone she just took in their own pleasure of touching her and then left them alone and empty handed. She was not a slut, just a emotionally hungry little devil.

But in the midst of the lustfilled and drunken emotions she was soaking up something else seemed to penetrate the air.....Something she did not recognize at all hardly because such an emotions was rarely felt around her...Was that....Jealousy?

Before she could really make sense of it, the sound of heavy footsteps approaching and then a sudden loss of the man who held her brought her eyes open, just as her dropped her body and stammered off to the side, his body hitting the wall given his already unstead balance as he too tried to figure out what was going on.

Her initial reaction was to be aggressive. Why? Because somebody had done gone and fucked up her one shot tonight at feeding that hunger she had, as crimson tinged eyes shot from the guy who had her only moments before to the one who had knocked him away.....

Attitude changing instantly as those eyes met that cold stare. Instantly she felt the desire to shrink back against the wall as she looked up at him.....not sure what to make of all this and resisting the urge to do so......Instead she simply tried to mainain her very unstable ground as she drew in a deep breath, already too drunk and way too high to really be thinking all that clearly.

"Devon? Wh..What are you doing here?"

She supposed it was just a coincidence that they had run into each other...again...in this place...But the fact as to why he had just knocked the drunken guy away from her....The whole concept that the jealousy she felt had come from him.

Cause yeah, he had said that he would see her again, nothing more. So yeah in her mind, their had been no reason to sit home waiting on him, no guys ever called or came by....So yeah, when their was no reason to be good, she totally was not going to be good...

Though the part of her he had brought forth the other day was tearing at her mind demanding she make up some apology and at the very least show some sign of submission. But the drunk her was like "Nah, I am good."

So yeah, that just left her standing there looking up at him with icy, almost white eyes, due to her own dissatisfaction with what had just been going on.....But then, she was the only one who truly knew the mood shift of her eyes.....

Reaching up, her hand attempted to push back some of her hair from her face. Tucking it behind her ear as she held her gaze on his own.....That war between submissive and non submission playing out in her mind, and finally getting her to at least lower her eyes from his...Subtle at the very least but a gesture just the same to show that he had indeed had some impact on this small little vixen.

[Devon]

Devon kept his brown hues locked hard onto her. and said nothing even when she questioned his presence. He didn't really feel like explaining why he thought someone he liked being held by her neck against a wall and being felt up caught his attention, and even less so how he showed up at the bar in the first place.

He held his glare, until she finally took part of the meaning behind it, lowering her eyes so she wasn't looking directly back at him. Devon breathed through his nose slowly and then sighed out in a huff. Without giving her an answer he leaned forward and reached out with his free hand.

What progressed was a simple movement that he was trained to use, specifically to raise someone onto the shoulder and then slam them onto the ground. But for a drunk chick he was interested in it wasn't the end goal he was going for.

He hooked his arm between her legs, pressed his shoulder to her torso, and straightened his spine, keeping his shoulders forward so she rested across them. Of course it wasn't exactly the most customary response, once she was slung across his shoulders he walked purposefully out of the bar, intending to take her back to her apartment.

With no explanation given beyond a simmering annoyance with the way he found her, clearly drunk and maybe worse, being felt up in a bar.

[Ceraphine Davis]

She felt his emotions rolling off of him and to say he was unhappy was an understatement, though realistically she could not figure out why he was upset. Had she done something wrong? It was not like they were together or anything, he had just said see you later...Like all the rest did.....What? Just cause he accidentally saw her again he felt the need to be all jealous, yet at the same time, that stare held her in place and even as she kept her eyes down she could feel it upon her, bringing her bottom lip between those pearly white teeth.....

Then without warning he lifted her up, basically throwing her over his shoulder and getting a little yelp of surprise from her. For a moment she thought to try and get free of his grip, yet something in the air around him spoke differently.

Now of course left the question what the hell did he plan on doing with her? Which of course, being drunk and somewhat stupid, she asked even though something told her she was not getting a reply...at least not right now....

"What are you doing Devon?"

Again those delicate words slurred as she felt her head spin lightly at the fresh air that hit her upon leaving the bar....Her body unable to resist the urge to wiggle about slightly to try and get either more comfortable or something...Just yeah..she could not just remain there motionless...Especially in her current fucked up state of mind.....

[Devon]

Devon almost slammed the bottle of Jack Daniels into his forehead upon hearing her slurred question. Was she really that thick, and or drunk, or was he just expecting too much after a single meeting? Sure it had been weird as all hell, but he at least hoped he was some sort of special case, and to find her being felt up at a bar was infuriating.

Especially when he was the one who wanted to do that.

But he wasn't ready to explain any of this to her while she was squirming and wiggling around on his shoulders. He just huffed and kept up the pace, walking along the concrete sidewalk briskly as he headed back to her apartment.

As he came up to the entrance he tapped his newly bought bottle against his bike, and then walked up to her door. He pocketed the bottle and reached up with the newly free hand, patting his hand on her rump until he found her keys, pulled them out of her pocket, and unlocked her door.

He stepped in and closed the door behind him, glancing around at the lay out. Within ten seconds he figure out the basic lay out and guessed where the bathroom was. Devon walked straight into the bathroom, rolled Kev off his shoulder and into the shower(bath?).

Devon cocked his brow slightly as he waited to see what was sure to be an interesting reaction as he twisted on the water, blasting it to full. "Sober up." He spoke in a commanding tone, as though he could order her into sobering up.

[Ceraphine Davis]

The constant silence ate away at her more and more, even as she realized that he was taking her home...to her house....Okay then she supposed that made some sort of sense...The trip not that far goven she lived so close by, but then as they entered to the apartement complex and came to a stop at her door, she felt his hand move up and feel around her ass for her keys.

Upon finding them, he took her inside, yet still not releasing her from his grip....though how she wished he had....

Cause no sooner did he figure out where the bathroom was than did he take her in there, dump her into the shower and blast that fucking cold water onto her petite frame......A little scream escaping her. As she was now planted on her ass in the shower, she tried to use her hands to pull her backward, but the water kind was designed to hit you no matter where you went. Then came his words and even though she ended up curled up in the corner of the shower trembling with the freezing water hitting her and her now soaking wet clothes and hair clinging to her body she hide her face from the assault of water.

Finally her words escaped, although trembly and rather aggitatednow, they were about as sober as she could get.

"What the fuck? Why are you doing this to me Devon?"

Spatting out the water that entered her mouth as she spoke she felt her muscles trembing as they became victim to the very sobering feel of the cold water. What the hell was going on here?!

[Devon]

There was a briefly satisfied smirk on his lips when Kev yelped out a little scream, which slowly faded to the cold neutrality as she scrambled into a corner and curled up, starting to tremble as her hair and clothes became soaked with the moderately cold water.

Devon trailed his brown hues from the young woman's body, as difficult as that might have been considering the things it did to her chest, being irritated helped, and he noted that there was still some warm water mixing with the cold. That was rectified with a quick twist of his wrist, making the blasting cold water all the more chilly, much like his demeanor.

He was still waiting, potentially vainly, for her to realize why he wanted her to be sober. Other then the fact that she was one step away from either drooling in a corner, or praying to the porcelain gods, there was also another point to be made. Devon was still seriously angry that he wasn't special to her.

Sure, he didn't know why. And we've already stated that their first encounter was weird as all hell. But it still meant something to him, and it made him interested in her, and he found her doing something similar with some drunk at a local bar instead of answering his call.

That, in his mind, was fucked up.

[Ceraphine Davis]

She only could do one thing when the cold water became all that much colder, let forth another scream and curl up more, that water hitting her body and starting to feel like little needles pricking at her skin. She hated being cold and this was torture to her. She did not get why he was being so mean. Why was he so mad?

Then that other emotion his her and as sher lips, now a pale shade of blue, started to tremble, she recognized that emotion she had felt back at the bar.......

Jealousy......

He was jealous.......Over her?

The thought concept was confusing at best and she tried hard through her extremely cold and now trembling state to make sense of it......He was jealous because...because...

~Think damnit!!~

Then it dawned on her...He was jealous because somebody else had been touching her....because.....in his mind....she should have been with him.......

Whimpering softly, the cold having made her skin paler and her lips a bit bluer, she shifted onto her hands and knees, entire body trembling heavily as she struggled to crawl forward toward him.....closing the distance as she continued to get soaked through with that freezing water.....Her hair sticking to her face and shoulders.....

Not trying to get up as she shrank down a bit, still on her hand and knees and whimpered once more....

"I am....am....s..s...so sorry D..Devon....I thou..thought that ....you....w..were like the rest...t..that just ...use me..and then....never come by...and I...I was so hungry......"

Sure he words would not make sense, and she could not think to begin to explain them in her current state......

"Y..You are ....all I have..t..thought about for...d..d..days....Ever since...I met you.....I..have thought of you....But....n..nobody wants...th..the freak girl..t..the monster...."

Finally she could not hold herself up, trembling arms making such too difficult a tast as she laid down on the floor of her rather expansive shower and curled up into a tiny little ball...those long wet locks falling onto her face and hiding it mostly from view......Another little whimper, just to show she really was sorry....Hoping he would forgive her...the cold was so bad....she hated the cold......she lived her whole life in the cold....so it was something that affected her mentally as well as physically.

[Devon]

Devon honestly didn't enjoy what he was doing, and if it was any other situation he probably would have seen it as disturbed. But he had felt betrayed. The bitter sensation had stuck with him, leaving him to be indifferent to her discomfort as her skin paled and her soft lips turned to a pale shade of blue, even as she trembled.

Crossing his arms over his chest, frustration starting to build under the cold expression he wore. That is how he was standing, looking down on a trembling young woman as she whimpered and shifted from being curled up to resting on her knees.

A flash of worry tingled at the back of his mind, but it was dulled with a mix of surprise and confusion as she crawled up to the edge of the shower in front of him. Her petite form was trembling heavily, and it was clear that between her balancing being off and the cold she struggled to close the gap between them.

Once she was in front of him, her clothes and hair clinging tightly to her skin, she surprised him again. Instead of standing up or stepping out of the shower she instead shrank down. A jolt of awareness hit him as he realized what she was doing, and a rush of heat washed over him.

Kev's position, her profuse apology, and her extremely submissive position hammered home several points simultaneously. Complete, naked, unabashed submission to his more dominant personality as she apologized told him that she accepted him in that sense.

But further then that she also bared another truth, that their encounter had a strong impact, and that the reason she behaved so brazenly frustrating was because she assumed he had just upped and dumped her after having done what they did.

Devon had to take a moment to properly absorb the information, but he didn't have the luxury. While on the floor of her shower she whimpered plaintively, which was the thing that drove him to action. He reached out and twisted the water all the way off, there was more enough of that. Crouching down he reached under her shoulder, his mind still driving through just how much of herself she offered in that small stretch of time.

He lifted her up into a upright position, and leaned forward to hook his forearm under her rump. Hefting up her off the floor he pulled her out of the shower and rested her down on the soft dry mat just outside of the shower. Despite his wandering eyes he kept his hands on task as he mechanically disrobed the freezing cold Kev and dried her with a plush white towel.

Devon, still crouched down, pulled off his hooded sweat shirt, and placed it over her shoulders. He zipped it up tight, and let it's residual warmth start it's work. With a small sigh he again reached under her and lifted her up, practically cradling her as he carried her into her living room and sat down on what looked like a two cushioned couch, putting her down next to him.

Now came the hard part, what the hell was he supposed to say at this point?

[Ceraphine Davis]

She whimpered as she felt him touch her, feeling her body lifted and not resisting as he removed her wet clothing and dried her off with a towel. Then, as he put his sweatshirt on her, the warmth starting to seep through the freezing cold of her skin, she drew in a very shakey breath, her lips still trembling.

Yet she could not really get the words out, instead she let him lift her up once more, carrying her to the couch and setting her down beside him.....

A whimper escaping her as she bit her lower, trembling lip at the thought that maybe he was still unhappy with her. Her tiny form slinking own off of the couch and onto the floor where she settled upon her knees before him, those little eyes looking up at him with thei dull icy shade, her body still trembling softly....Then, ever so lightly she would inch forward, her little body brushing against his legs as she nervously bit her lip........It was a show of submission that she was sure he would pick up upon, as she slowly began to crawl into his lap.

Ever timid about what he might do or say if he was still angry yet doing so in a fashion she hoped would appeal to his dominant side and perhaps get him to at the very least speak to her more than two words......If she was allowed into his lap then she could curl up, her nose brushing against the flesh of his neck as she placed a small affectionate kiss there.....

If not then she would remain there, planted upon the ground at his feet until he forgave her....For some reason the idea of him being angry at her just drove her to the brink of insanity. She had to make it better. No matter what.....

Finally, despite where she ended up, her tone would slip forth, still soft and timid but there none the less....

"D..Devon? Are you, are you still angry with me?"

Another affectionate kiss to his neck if she was able to remain seated there, if not then she would be biting upon her lower lip the whole while.

[Devon]

Devon took a deep breath and sighed it out as he rested on the strange couch, feeling at odds with himself. He was unsure of himself for that moment, where they sat on the couch without a word and without movement. Did he go too far expressing himself? Was he being psychotic, jealous of a guy he didn't know, over a girl he met and... did things with once?

It all left his mind feeling numb, his reactions coming off almost purely on the instincts of his baser personality. Which is why he did not question Kev as she whimpered, her small form slinking off the couch. He didn't so much as cock his brow as she settled in front of him, resting on her knees as she looked up at him.

That is when he noted just how tense his shoulders had been, deadpan level and firmly tense. They slouched slightly as he relaxed, looking into the dull ice blue eyes that looked timidly up at him. Upon the cue she had slowly inched forward, her petite form brushing up against the front of his calves until she was pressed against him.

The warmth and pleasure of power once again injected itself into his blood stream, and as though he had been verbally asked permission his head dipped and raised in a small nod. After which Kev slowly crawled into his lap, her every movement timid as she slowly curled her legs to one side, her rump resting on his lap as she leaned into his chest.

Tension drained out of his muscles further as he felt affection from her in the form of her lips pressing lightly to his neck as she nuzzled into him. Devon felt a crack of logic slip through the numbing effects of the abnormal events, this wasn't something someone would do if they were afraid or just trying to get warm.

The cool feel of her lips lingered for a moment, her presence accepted as she stayed curled up on his lap, resting against the expanse of his chest as his mind slowly shifted out the numbness and replaced it with actual thought. Just in time for her to ask a question that drove the numbness back into place.

Thought couldn't properly convey what he felt, because he was confused. But he didn't feel angry. He felt an odd mixture of nothingness tinged with some sort natural high that came from the submissive behavior she displayed toward him.

"I'm disappointed. What were you doing?" His tone still came across icy, but the small affectionate kisses, combined with her submissive and timid actions had done much to keep him from flying off into anger.

[Ceraphine Davis]

At least she was allowed to continue her position against him, her soft lips warming with each brush of her lips to his flesh, and then he spoke and for some reason, the mere fact that he was dissappointed in her brought about a whimper and a lowering of her head, biting her lip nervously as she placed her small hands in her lap and twisted her fingers about each other in a nervous fashion.

Now to explain the entire reason why men did not come back for seconds and why she had been doing what she did......Drawing in a deep breath, she finally found it within her to speak as she laid her head against his shoulder....still little attempts at affection.....

"I feel emotions. From other people, and I have this part of me, that seems to crave them, like a hunger that I cannot stop. Lust, fear, pain...those are the ones that satisfy it the most.....I try to avoid it, but sometimes it get to the point I cannot stop myself..it is like a need I cannot help. The alcohol, and the drugs, they help keep me numb, so when they touch me, I do not feel as disgusted by it....."

She then lifted up her hand, showing off a small charm bracelet, forgetting her scars for the moment that lined her wrists.....

"I did not think that you would come back because, they never do...because of this...."

She drew in a deep breath and then placed her hand to his chest, that bracelet activating as she sent forth the emotions of her submission, of her desire for him, along with a small electrical hum to his inner being......She was not always sure if they felt it, but he had, she knew that....and now he would know what it was....

Withdrawing her touch, she placed her hand back in her lap.

"Sometimes I can control it, but other times, like the other day with you...I get so lost in my emotions I do it without knowing....and then it scares guys off."

She then hid her hands between her thighs, if he had felt it then she would not have to explain further, if he had not, and she was wrong then she would just have to explain what exactly it was she did.....

[Devon]

Devon wasn't sure how to react when his mere words alone were enough to bring whimper from her warming lips, and as he glanced down he noticed how nervous she was. That and the fact that his sweatshirt was large, but it showed off more of her thighs then he had previously seen before, temporarily distracting him before she finally spoke.

With her head rested on his shoulder she explained why she was doing something, that to him was absurdly stupid and irritating. The answer, initially seemed absurd. It reminded him while his shoulders were tense, and for that moment he had been struggling not to dismiss it all as an excuse.

But she was determined, she showed him a small charm bracelet. It looked insignificant, and his eyes drifted to the thin white scars on the inside of her wrist, which he marked into his memory as something he needed to smack her upside the head for.

Devon couldn't ignore her explanation though, she made quite sure that was impossible. When her hand pressed against his chest he was suddenly given a deeper awareness of what Kev was feeling in that moment. It struck him as something odd in the air, like whatever she was feeling was being pushed into the air around him.

How it was possible, he had no idea, but it definitely convinced him of her claims. But even though it just confused him, and not scared him as before, it had the effect she wanted. He trusted what she was telling him was the truth, despite how bizarre it sounded.

Instead of focusing on the how, he focused on what he felt when she touched him. Desire, submission to his own desire and will, as well something else that was a bit hard to place.

Once he realized his thoughts were looping he sighed and pressed his back harder into the couch, shifting his legs out, once again making his position more relaxed by angling himself out.

"So you thought I was scared off because of whatever that weird feeling was, and got 'hungry' so you want to a bar. Does that mean you were that accepting of me then, and now, because you were drunk off your ass?"

Devon dropped one of his arms to the couch and slid it into his pocket, pulling out the bottle that had been pressing into his thigh hard. He lifted it up to his lips and tilted his head back, taking a large gulp. After a deep breath he set the bottle side, after screwing the top on, and glanced back down at her.

"Okay, fine, I can accept that... bracelet thing. But if this is going anywhere you better not pull that shit, like at the bar, again."

[Ceraphine Davis]

She felt a bit of relief fill her as she sensed his belief from him, and her little body relaxed a bit more. But then, he spoke and even as she shook her head, she made sure to nuzzle affectionately into his neck.

"I promise you, I was sober and without any hunger at all when I met you. That was me, and only me."

She whimpered softly and again brushed her lips against his neck as he continued....Making her take pause as she thought over that last comment....

If what was going anywhere?

Them?

There was a them?

He wanted a them?

A bit of confusion filling her mind as she brushed her hand slolwy down his chest trying to think over everything that had occurred and then given a gentle but firm nod.

"T..This? As in...us?"

She was genuinely confused and the whole idea of it being an relationship type things. Guys just did not want that type of thing....not with her......

But then she felt the seriousness of it all coming off of him and with a little dip of her head she kissed just beneath his chin and seemed to almost coo out the words in an affectionate and yet submissive manner.

"I will be good. I promise. I dont mean to get hungry. I just, cannot help it sometimes....."

She then ran her hand down his chest once more, this time stopping and wrapping her fingers about his shirt as she pulled her little body close to his, curling up a bit more and forcing the sweatshirt she wore upward.

"Are their any other rules I must obey? I do not want to be bad."

The words spoken softly as her lips brushed against his ear, not really to try and start anything sexual, only to show that her affections were for him and no other.....like he had thought before....at the bar......

She was not about to let him make that mistake again. Why? Because he was spoiling her right now by letting her snuggle and cuddle and show affection, and honestly, Kevala loved to be spoiled.....Plus, her dominant half that now seemed to reign supreme over her was only submissive to his own...So as her small body shifted just slightly she trailed her lips slowly across his flesh, kiss after slow and gentle kiss.....Her hushed whispered breath breaking free across his skin as she spoke.....

"I wish to be good...to be good for you and only you...."

A little playful nip given to his neck, nothing serious and hopefully not enough to get her in trouble for, but yes, enough to show that nothing he had done had damaged her. Believe it or not, it had been good for her. He was just going to have to figure that out for himself though....one little bit at a time..