Bad at First Impressions, And maybe second ones

[Myrrdin Reegan]

Myrrdin had been thinking about the angry and lovely mage fro mthe herb vendor all day. His tracking did him little good in a city. But he desperately wanted to see her again. So he asked around about a Fellowship in town. Seems this sort of thing was as big of news as he'd hoped and in a few hours he was able to find the tavern at which they were staying. He was actually excited to her Andrika Duskwither was one of the royal members. Usually the shaman had no regard for nobility, but Andrika genuinely seemed to care about nature.

That made the decision all the easier. He spoke with the young royal about joining her group. Afterwards he got a room with some of the sparse coin he had and with a bit of research found the mages room. Myrrdin wanted to make a better impression so he washed off the scent of the woods and got himself cleaned up, and then in a bold move went to wait in the mage's empty quarters.

[Tinúviel Lúthien]

Tin hadn't felt this worn in a while, it mostly had to do with a certain, scruffy but attractive man that had completely soured her out look on men and she had even vowed that should she even see him again she would set his robes on fire. The man deserved it after being so incredibly rude... ok he didn't deserve to get burned, but he would get a cold shoulder from her if the man ever turned up. She hoped that he wouldn't, really she didn't, no matter how hard it was not to think of him and so when she opened the door to her room, the elf stood there a little stunned. "You!" She breathed, "What are you doing here?

Striding over to the small, but empty desk she set down all the items she had gathered earlier and organized them as she spoke "You Ser, should not be in my room. Why are you for that matter?" Tin turned, crossing her arms and settling onto one hip. Well, he had washed... and clean the man looked... much more attractive then before, also he was less hooded and cloaked. He looked like a serious individual, but something in his dark eyes told her otherwise. She suddenly had the feeling that she should be a little more careful around him, for she realized she was very aware of just how much space this small room had. Tin was feeling slightly... intimidated, even trapped. But why? She knew herself, she had no reason to feel like this... so strange, the way her heart wouldn't slow down at the sight of him.

[Myrrdin Reegan]

"You Ser, should not be in my room. Why are you for that matter?"

That was actually a very good question. Myrrdin had traipsed around the city hunting down a group of adventurers, so he could possibly join their mission, though he was utterly unsure of what it was. And for what? To continue an argument. . an argument with this entrancing, fiery, gorgeous bender of the arance. That might a bit much to tell her thought the shaman. And so he was as honest as neccessary.

I've been thinking about you all day.

[Tinúviel Lúthien]

I've been thinking about you all day.

Well. That wasn't what she had expected. The surprise showed as she completely stilled and just looked at the man before her. He had been thinking of her? Why? Was her trespass so great that he was here for revenge? Wait.... why did he have that expression on his face? That wasn't anger.... "And that merits waiting in a strangers room? I don't even know who you are." She found herself saying. It wasn't as vicious as previous words, though the tone was still certainly cold.

Her words were distant, but her body language said otherwise as she started fidgeting and a light blush flooded her cheeks. "Anyways, you shouldn't be here." Tin spoke quickly, the thought of getting him out of her room suddenly seemed like a prudent idea, it was suddenly so warm and she just wanted a moment alone with him. Moving forward she grabbed his arm and started pulling him towards the door, speaking, sounding a little breathless "You need to leave, now."

[Myrrdin Reegan]

She now tugged him towards the door, the difference in their size making no difference to her. Her fire, and his willingness to follow her made it rather simple in fact. The shaman grinned at her decisiveness, and perhaps a hint of fluster. She was probably right. Why had he come here? And what was the next step?

Her plan did have ONE flaw though. Pulling him forcefully to the door brougt them close. He stood at the door's treshhold, those elegant fingers still wrapped around the coarse simple material of his sleeve. The bearded man looked up at her and spoke flatly.

You're right.

I SHOULD go.

Tinuvel's fingers wrapped around the doorknob to let him out. The shaman lightly placed his own fingers around hers, tracing over smooth skin and looking her deep in the eye before doing what he'd thought about all day and leaning forward to feel his rough lips against her velvet ones. The first kiss was soft, gradually deepening, searing. . and all too short. His lips pullied away from hers. . with great effort.

Only to brush against her ear.

The name's Myrrdin. . .

And his lips felt magically attracted to hers, and this time hard and deep he kissed her unabashedly.


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[Tinúviel Lúthien]

You're right. I SHOULD go. His voice was strangely void of any real emotion as he spoke, though his eyes said otherwise. Her hand was on the latch, but then his hand captured hers and she wasn't opening the door anymore. No she was being kissed and it quickly went from questioning to down right certain in mere moments, stealing most of her ability to think straight.

He wasn't allowed to do that!

Or thats what she was trying to tell herself as he broke the kiss, allowing her to breathe in. He spoke his name and it echoed in her mind as her mouth was again unavailable to do much other then betray her by moving along with his kiss. She tried to back away, but it was useless, all it did was back her into a corner away from the very door she had been trying to get him through. But if she was really being honest with herself, she was actually quite enjoying what he was doing. And by all the gods and goddess' it was distracting.

So much so she couldn't quite remember why she had been so angry at him earlier that day, or even why she had been upset at his presence in her room. Oh yeah... he was a rude, belligerent... what did he just do with his tongue? She made a small noise of surprise in the back of her throat, for really who knew he had talent in any other area than dropping dead pan comments? Rather then having her hands gather into fists and try to push him away, she found that one hand (the one not held by his own) had found it's way to cup the side of his face.

Strange... she shouldn't be having this reaction.

[Myrrdin Reegan]

Tinuviel may or may not have been ALL too aware of the small size of the room at the moment, but Myrrdin certaintly wasn't. The woodsman couldn't think anything other than the magical woman suddenly in his arms. A soft tingling presence suddenly upon his cheek made his skin seem electric and awake.

His fingers released her own, but only to further 'trap' her. Wrapping an arm around her waist. He'd come to apologize, to tell her he'd joined her Fellowship and that he hoped they could get along. But in reality, this was his plan all along. Maybe not in his brain, but with near every other fiber of his being. He realized it the second he saw her again. Myrrdin pulled his lips away to allow them both a second to catch their breath, and to take in the sight of her once more.

The shaman couldn't get enough of her. But that was his way, he was a bit wild, feral and not tamed. He wasn't conditioned to proper behavior and fire burned within him. The tall sidhe gazed at Tinuviel, unable to contain a smile. Bending his neck a bit every now and then to place soft kisses upon her neck. Both hands now resting on the small of her back.

[Tinúviel Lúthien]

It had occurred to her that this whole thing was probably a little unorthodox and that she was making out with a man she had just learned the name of. He didn't even know.... her name for that matter and that made her pause. Unfortunately that did not mean that Myrrdin stopped, no he kept on going, and he continued being a glorious, though somewhat irritating distraction. It was after another few moments, or maybe it was longer, she couldn't tell, everything was spinning due to his damn lips and their ability to stun the elf into complacency and co-operation. That he allowed her a moment of semi clarity and a very hungry looking smile greeted her eyes as she found herself completely embraced.

Now this was a predicament and she didn't quite know how to get out of it, or even if she wanted to. His hands traveled to rest on her lower back, pushing her even further into his arms, and the sidhe then started focusing on her neck, a very sensitive area, which as soon as he started kissing, resulted in her gasping lightly, before biting down on her lip to stop anymore embarrassing noises. Damn him to the nine hells, why was she melting like this? Her anger gave her purpose, but she had little physical strength to speak of, but she did have other ways of.... distracting him.

Surely she could come up with something. Nothing came, all she could think of was what he was doing to her, not what she could do to him to get her OUT of his arms. Her dress wasn't helping matters either as she tended to wear loose garments that somewhat 'draped' over her form, creating a very robe like appearance. Which was all fine and dandy when said dress didn't have a man moving it around, and because of his further 'trapping' her the left shoulder of her dress had slipped off to reveal a pale shoulder.

She needed him to pause, take a moment, anything to just let her think! So now that her mouth was mostly free, she spoke. "Tinúviel." she breathed out softly, hoping to catch his attention with her name. "My name is Tinúviel..."

[Myrrdin Reegan]

Tinúviel

The voice roiled from the shaman's lips, bordering on a growl. A light kiss on the exposed shoulder followed his saying of her name, and then he stood straight his forehead resting against her own and gazing into her eyes.

The wild soulful-eyed man let the lovely name roll from his lips once again. Her name, like everything else about her excited him and was beautiful.

Tinúviel

His hands still rested on the small of her back, and a sort of animal urgency seemed to hang like an aura around the man she now knew as Myrrdin, but he didn't attack her with kisses again, not yet. Staring deeply into her eyes, losing himself in them.

[Tinúviel Lúthien]

Oh she shouldn't have told him her name. Just the way he said it made her cheeks flood with color and she cursed herself for her apparent weakness when it came to this man. His lips found her shoulder and it took almost all her willpower to suppress a shiver that ran up her spine. The name seemed to have worked, he paused and simply stared. It was such an intense gaze, but she refused to bend to it. He said her name again, the warm air from his lungs costing over her mouth, stirring her hair lightly. What a place to be in... if someone happened to walk in... but no, it was late. There was no need really for anyone to come to her room. She had attracted no special attention from anyone... other then this shaman practically pinning her to the wall.

What had she done to stir him so? She had never provoked such a reaction in a man before... in fact, most seemed to shrink from her and her direct gaze. Maybe it was the fearlessness in this man that made him different, that allowed him to see what others would not? Or maybe he simply wanted her, now that he had gotten this far and was just seeing how far he could get. That was a thought that truly gave her pause, "Tell me, Myrrdin, what do you want with me? Other then the obvious? For if it is only a tryst you're looking for, this is as far as it goes." she dropped her hands from his form, even as they itched to tangle in his hair.

But she would not demean herself for a night of passion, she deserved more then that and he would just have to deal with her self-respect. Tin for one, wanted to be able to look at herself in the mirror tomorrow.

[Myrrdin Reegan]

"Tell me, Myrrdin, what do you want with me? Other then the obvious? For if it is only a tryst you're looking for, this is as far as it goes."

The shaman looked at her, his own hands leaving her body, but the gaze and the smile still the same. A small chuckle came from his bearded throat. He could see the flare in her skin and eyes at that moment. .laughing at her. And that only made him laugh more. Her fire, her anger, that is what brought him here.

Have you ever been told how adorable you are when you're angry?

How to answer that question?

I should point out that if I was in fact looking for just a tryst there would probably be more 'accessible' prey.

You're beautiful, and I sense fascinating, Tinúviel but i doubt you make anything easy.

And if I was going to lie you've alread told me the cost of those intentions. . .

Brushing a bit of hair from her face, and then lightly taking her face into his hands. How did he sum up this fierce instant connection. She was a mystery that he wanted to solve, predator and prey in one, gorgeous and frustrating and wonderful and magic. But how did he admit the situation they found themselves in.

I will follow you to the ends of the earth, Tinúviel, if you let me.

[Tinúviel Lúthien]

There were a few things Tin did not enjoy, one of them was being laughed at, and the other was being played. His words were sweet, far too sweet and though she wanted to believe such romantic notions did indeed exist, she found herself doubting him. Even as he cupped her face, her eyes narrowed, and she fought against snapping out some rude comment about him being a liar. Why? Because she didn't want him to be one, she did want him to follow her, and was that too much to ask? Wasn't it everyones dream to find someone who would be such a companion? And what if he was telling the truth? What if he was serious? Moments like this did happen... didn't they? They sure as hell did in the songs, so why not to her?

Her mind was frazzled and her heart was in upheaval. Tin somewhere in the back of her mind just wanted it all to stop, to just drown her self doubt, in... in a kiss. She felt something damn it all, and as frustrating as the man was, she also wanted him... just as much as he wanted her. Couldn't she look at herself in the mirror after doing something she wanted? Really? "I would let you then." she said quietly, though passion could be heard infusing her words with power, even if volume did not. Her hands journeyed forward, winding their way into his hair and her lips met his this time, this time her desire starting things.