forum "This was NOT how I thought this day was going to go." (Closed)

Started December 26, 2022 by @emilyevewrites group

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Maelan laughed a bit at Farah’s innocent smile, shaking his head. He turned back to Farah when she questioned him, then glanced at Ōn’nyosh just in time to see him flinch.

“Well, one of two things. Either look for Room Eight, and the eight has a hat drawn above it. Or, just wait until the jester runs off to his private sanctum,”Maelan said in amusement.

Ōn’nyosh, who was trying and somewhat failing to keep his breathing calm, and to hide how red his lips were becoming, rolled his eyes at Maelan’s second suggestion. It was true though. If Farah kept teasing him, he’d have no choice but to flee to his room, else he would… do something very stupid in a very public place.

“No comment, Ōn’nyosh? That’s new,”Maelan asked, amused.

Ōn’nyosh’s eyes narrowed, then he took a deep breath and moved his fingers so he could speak.

“Fuck off, Maelan.”

“And, the jester speaks! Okay, one more question, then I’ll leave you be. Does she have claws?”Maelan asked.

“I wish.”

Ōn’nyosh’s eyes widened at his outburst, and he covered his face with a hand, shaking his head. Maelan chuckled, looking at Farah.

“Whether you have actual claws or not, you’ve got him hooked deep. I congratulate you. Usually, it’s the other way around by the time he goes upstairs,”the bartender said, snickering.

“Damn you, Maelan!”Ōn’nyosh muttered, his breathlessness a bit more obvious now.

Maelan chuckled again,”Good luck, Farah. He’s a handful in any situation.”

Maelan then grabbed Ōn’nyosh’s empty glass and moved a bit away to clean it.

Farah also noticed the flinch, and her smile grew a bit. Subtly, but it did.

Room Eight. She very quickly committed it to memory. Not that it was difficult to, but she wanted to be absolutely sure she had the right room. Ideas were already forming in her mind. Wicked ideas.

“Thank you very much,” Farah replied simply. She glanced over at Ōn’nyosh as Maelan addressed him and quickly noticed how red his lips were. Lovely…

She snickered under her breath at Maelan’s question. Claws? Though it did make the fairy wonder what other woman Ōn’nyosh was around that did have claws. The jester’s remark sparked off a bit of insecurity in Farah, and it showed on her face for only a mere second before vanishing. But surely no one noticed because Farah quickly covered it with a tease.

“See, you can be somewhat modest,” she purred lightly. “Or at least shy.”

Her brown eyes turned back to Maelan as he addressed her once more. “That’s very good to know. Thank you again,” she remarked. “Though I think I’m aware of what I’m getting into.”

Once Maelan was out of earshot, Farah leaned close and whispered directly into the jester’s ear. The motion had three reasons: to be as seductive as possible while speaking to him, so her words would be plainly clear, and so no one would overhear her.

“I’ll say this all only once. I’m impressed that you stayed as quiet as you did. Though you’ve also given away more than I thought you would. Take your time coming upstairs so that I can be naked when you get there. And keep in mind, I’m still two drinks ahead of you.”

When she finished, Farah kissed his ear slowly while also groping just a bit higher up his thigh. But it was all she allowed herself before stepping away and striding towards the rooms to find Room Eight. The one with the hat.

She arrived quickly and slipped through the door with ease, shutting it soundly behind her.

“You’re welcome,”Maelan replied with a chuckle.

When Farah’s expression changed, Ōn’nyosh was utterly oblivious. He was too focused on hiding his own expression to really pay attention to hers. Though, if Maelan noticed, he didn’t show it.

Then, when she teased him, Ōn’nyosh finally glanced at her.

“I’m not sure that you have context on my color change,”Ōn’nyosh mentioned.

“I wish I didn’t,”Maelan commented.

“That’s what you get for walking in on me that one time, you fucking idiot,”Ōn’nyosh immediately replied.

“Well, if you would’ve locked your damned door…”

“Fuck off, Maelan.”

The bartender laughed. Maelan then nodded at Farah, chuckling some more.

When Farah leaned close, Ōn’nyosh watched her through the corners of his eyes. As she whispered in his ear, he fought to suppress a loud moan and obvious shiver. His eyes also lit up with curiosity when she mentioned that he’d given away more than she’d thought. Like what? He wanted to know what he’d given away. Though, her reminder on the drinks made him stick his tongue out at her.

A long, loud moan nearly escaped him at her seductive touches. Then, she left. Damn it! He had greatly underestimated how alluring Farah could be when she wanted to, and now she was driving him absolutely crazy with just a few touches. Fuck. How could he have been such an idiot to underestimate her, a woman of immense self discipline? They were always the fun ones.

Ōn’nyosh shook his head, pushing aside those thoughts. He then noticed Maelan nearby.

“She left first? Damn, Ōn’nyosh. You’re slow today,”the bartender commented.

“Fuck off, Maelan. I haven’t slowed. I’ve apparently found a really, really sly fox this time.”

“Ah, one of those. Well, enjoy. No stories afterward. I like Farah as the woman sitting next to you, not on you,”Maelan said.

Ōn’nyosh snorted, laughing.

“Alright, Maelan. I get it.”

Ōn’nyosh then stood and headed upstairs, still trying to hide his face. He took his time walking down the hall. Thankfully, there was no activity in the hall. It gave him the ability to take his hat off.

Then, when he reached his door, he paused, taking a deep breath to calm the frenzied energy waiting to escape. It didn’t calm him down much, but it was something. Afterward, he knocked lightly, then opened the door and stepped inside.