Music and Stone (Closed)

[Yvonne]

Henry draped Yvonne’s brown fur scarf about her neck and shoulders, possibly one of the most gentlemanly acts she’d had the pleasure of experiencing. His humming lulled her into feelings of appreciation and contentment - a moment of blissfulness and elation - so when the minstrel’s hand stroked over her ample, plump breast those feelings abruptly vanished. Replaced with eye-expanding surprise, she dared not move an inch and merely looked at him, seeking explanation.

Understanding washed over the corset-bearing woman almost in tandem with Henry’s recoiling retreat. Yvonne’s questioning silver eyes softened and that sly, impish smirk returned to its rightful place upon her features. He hadn’t been confident in his actions after all. She could help him build up that confidence of his. It was something they could work on together.

Ye would have me believe yer fondle ta be an accident? Hmm, I don’t know… ye seemed like ye knew what ye were doing with yer hands for a moment there. Why tha knee-jerk reaction? Usually a girl would like a little more foreplay first but I enjoyed yer caress. Nothing like a man who knows what ta do with his hands and simply takes what he desires.

The drow-dwarf hybrid burst into a fit of giggles, though she quickly covered her mouth with both hands and tittered behind them. She had to be very careful not to wake the children, especially here so close to their bedrooms. Her silver eyes did the laughing for her, creasing in delight and expressing the amused mirth that wouldn’t stay inside her little jiggling body. Trying to keep it all bottled up made her snort, and snorting made her laugh even more.

Henry ran, nearly tripped over his own feet in an effort to distance himself from her bosom. She followed him, shaking her head as the last of her giggles died down, reining in a mind of jests and wisecracks she could let loose upon him now, any time an appropriately perky occasion was laid bare. She would have to keep him abreast of any further developments. No, no, it wouldn’t do to tease the bard while he still felt so insecure, but the thoughts of doing so definitely filled her mind. She’d let him off scot-free for now. She was trying to encourage this behaviour.

We could peruse a few shops, or ye could peruse me own wares if ye like, teehee.

“That felt wonder-- I mean sounds wonderful. After ye, mister. Introduce me ta this blacksmith ye know,” Yvonne approved. “Who doesn’t love meeting people they have things in common with?”