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Fable : Fall of the Guild

Part IV - "Unrest Among The People"

By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson

Original Date Written: August 22, 2011

Timoteo woke to the smell of cooked meat, his eyelids fluttering for a moment before he sleepily groaned out "Smells like breakfast!..." In response, he heard a light, feminine chuckle sound out over the crackling of a fire. "If you're hungry, I'm heating up the meat from last night. I'd like a hot breakfast, today." He heard Bianca softly say. Opening his eyes, he saw her to be seated not far from his side, watching over the lit fireplace. She wasn't wearing her cloak, still having left it on the ground where she had used it as a makeshift blanket the night before. She was, however, wearing her boots again. Draped over a heated stone, over the fire pit, there were three pieces of meat. While the meat had already been cooked the night before, it logically wasn't hot anymore, so Bianca had begun to heat them over the fire pit. Timoteo glanced left and right before asking "Where's Darrah?" Bianca continued to watch the fire as she said "She went to go take a bath. She went looking for a nearby stream. She's been gone for about twenty minutes, now."
Bianca looked over to him, lightly adding "I think I'll be taking a bath later today...Perhaps after dinner." Timoteo took in a slow breath as he rose to his feet, stretching for a moment before sighing through his nose. "Alright." He said simply, looking around for his armour. Finding it nearby with his pack, he began to pull on his chainmail shirt. Just as he finished slipping the armour on, he heard Bianca quietly say "When was the last you had a bath, Tim?...Do you...Need one, too?" Timoteo raised an eyebrow curiously for a moment as he thought back. The last time he remembered taking a bath was when he had run into the Nymph. Just as he turned to her and was about to answer, she seemed to grow embarrassed, a hint of pink in her cheeks as she lightly said "That's not to say that you're dirty or that you smell or anything, I don't mean that you need a bath, I'm just curious." Timoteo raised his right eyebrow slightly, smiling a little. "I'm due for another one, yes."
Smiling with a touch more strength, he shrugged lightly, saying "Maybe I'll take one tonight, too. I could do with some relaxation." Bianca was silent for a second or two, a smile growing on her lips again. "Well, in that case, maybe you'd like to...Join me for my bath?" She asked lightly, a subtly nervous hint to her voice as the pink in her cheeks deepened to red, warmth in her eyes. His eyes widened for a second before he blinked, realization dawning on him. His own cheeks flushing with red, he looked over to her eyes, beginning to grow aroused at just the idea of seeing Bianca in a body of water. Thoughts of her nude body rapidly ran through his head, Timoteo thinking of her glistening with fluid, perhaps an arm raised to beckon him closer, a sultry smile on her lips. His heartbeat picked up, thumping in his chest. "How can I say no?" He said, just barely keeping his voice from twitching with nervousness and excitement.
Bianca saw his blush, her smile growing rather strong for a moment, her pale cheeks growing even more crimson for a second before she said "Alright...We can slip away later today...We won't have enough time until tonight." Timoteo grinned a little, though he turned from her and grabbed his nearby pack, not wanting Bianca to see his grin and think him overly lustful. Raising his pack, he opened it up and looked around inside until his grin had weakened back to a smile. When it had, he rested his pack back down on the ground, looking back to Bianca. His timing was excellent, as just when he looked over to her, she had looked over and met his eyes, smiling. "The meat's done. Should we wait for Darrah, or just start eating now?" Timoteo smiled and said "Let's start eating, I'm kind of hungry. Darrah won't mind. She can eat on the way." Bianca smiled widely for a moment, almost as if with amusement, saying "Alright, if you think she won't mind."
She daintily picked up a heated steak from the stone over the fire, Timoteo reaching out and letting her place it in his hands. She took one for herself, and the two sat down by the fire's side, close to one another's side. Eating silently, they quickly finished up just as Darrah had returned. She took in a deep whiff as she entered the camp, her eyes locking on the meat once more heated over the fire. "The last piece is for you." Bianca lightly said. "I had assumed as much." Darrah said, though not in a cold or rude way. Walking over, she was dressed in her normal clothing, not wearing her armour or carrying her pack. Her hair was dark with dampness, her locks shining with healthy smoothness. Timoteo glanced at her as she grabbed her steak, raising it to her face and taking a big bite from it. Chewing for a moment, she asked "Did you guys already eat?" Timoteo and Bianca got up on their feet again, Bianca walking over to her cloak and raising it up from the ground, brushing a hand at it for a few moments to clear away any clinging objects from the forest floor.
"Yeah, we ate while you were gone." Timoteo said. Darrah nodded for a second before setting her food back down over the fire, letting it sizzle again. Walking over to her nearby pack and pile of armour pieces, she quickly began to pull on her armour, absent-mindedly saying "Can't wait for my commission to get through...If the blacksmith crafts what he should be crafting, it'll put what I'm wearing now to shame." Timoteo, raising an eyebrow, said "I'd expect it to be fit for a king, considering the price." Darrah's lips curved into a half-smile, the young woman strongly tempted to tease Timoteo, unable to resist. "Tim, it's not like you had much use for the gold, anyway. What would you have gotten if I hadn't spent it all?" Timoteo shrugged and raised both eyebrows, his eyes widening a little as he said "I don't know, something. I mean, considering how we all earned the gold, I'm sure I was due a share. Maybe I would've bought..."
He shook his head again, saying "I don't know..." Darrah's face went blank for a moment at his words, and her eyes darted to the ground. Her mouth hung open for a moment, and her eyes widened slightly, as if realization was dawning on her. Quickly glancing upwards, as if with annoyance, her jaw hung open a crack once again, her eyes relaxing until they were half closed. "What?" Timoteo asked, noticing her reaction. Darrah's face was unimpressed, but she wasn't looking at him, suggesting she wasn't annoyed by him. "Nothing...Just thinking about something." She mumbled, getting back to dressing in her armour. Timoteo glanced at Bianca, though she simply shrugged slightly. Darrah pulled her pack over her shoulders, grabbing her cooked steak once more before glancing at Timoteo. "Are we heading out? I'll eat this on the way." Timoteo and Bianca glanced at one another again, both having secret smiles on their faces. "Alright, let's get going." Timoteo said enthusiastically, putting out the fire in the pit. The trio began to head off, walking through the trees towards the main path to Lychfield.
There wasn't much that bothered them that morning, on the path to Headsman's Hill. They walked until noon, where they stopped for lunch by an apple tree. The three of them sitting by the tree with a few apples each, they relaxed in the shade, giving their feet a break as they munched away at the juicy fruit. They had rested for about fifteen minutes before they suddenly spotted someone march out into the road ahead of them. It was the man that had been secretly following them, the man wearing the full suit of dark leather armour, clawed gloves, and goggles. Quickly walking right out into the middle of the path, turning and facing them, his scarf swayed as he held his hands behind himself and against the small of his back. Darrah and Timoteo both raised an eyebrow, Darrah glancing at Timoteo while muttering "Who's this guy?" Timoteo shrugged, tossing an apple core off to the side. The man raised his chin at them, still holding his hands behind himself, against the small of his back. "A word, if you will!" He called out from the path.
The trio instantly detected that the man, though his voice was muffled by the bandages wrapped tight around his head, had an accent of some sort. It had the curious effect of making his voice sound quite polite and sophisticated, though it did nothing to make the man any less suspicious than he already was. None of the trio by the tree got to their feet to approach. "What do you want?" Darrah called out. The man lowered his chin until it was close to his collar bones, as if staring up at the trio by the tree with extreme antipathy. His voice was civil, however, as he called back "I have a message to relay to the three of you!" Bianca glanced at Timoteo, Timoteo meeting her eyes for a moment. "How do you know who we are?" He called out. The man on the path raised his chin again, saying "I was given a few descriptions and a general area to search. Given the descriptions, finding you all was rather easy." The man pulled out a hand from behind himself, twirling it in the air lazily for a moment as he said "Well, that's not entirely true. The descriptions of you..."
The man pointed his raised hand at Darrah for a second before pointing over to Timoteo, saying "...And you...Were rather plain. I could've mistaken someone else for you. But, your companion there..." The man said, pointing over to Bianca. He chuckled lightly before lowering his hand, bringing it behind his lower back once again. "Well, she's not exactly inconspicuous, is she? Girl sticks out like a hobbe in a beauty pageant." Timoteo's brow furrowed for a moment before he began to stand up. "What exactly do you want?" Darrah called out, standing up as well, quickly followed by Bianca. The man nodded his chin at them, beckoning them closer. "I'm getting tired of shouting, come over here!" Timoteo felt a soft hand wrap around his. Glancing over, he saw Bianca's expression to be deeply suspicious, her eyes on the man ahead at all times. He gave her hand a soft squeeze before looking back over to the man, calling out "You said you have a message? What is it, then?"
The man said "Like I said, I'm tired of shouting! I'm even more tired of walking! I've been looking for you three for a while, and besides, I don't know what the message is, it was written down! C'mon over here!" Darrah suddenly smirked a little, but her eyes were narrowed, her brow furrowed. She took a few steps forward before stopping, speaking as she walked. "Do you take us for fools? We're not playing games, begone if you have no real message, which it's rather obvious that you don't." The man slowly lowered his chin again, apparently staring at the trio from behind his dark goggles once more. "Fine, then. If you want to be so difficult about it..." The man began to take rapid steps towards them, Timoteo feeling Bianca give his hand a squeeze. As he came closer, the man suddenly pulled a hand out from behind himself, raising a dark object in the blink of an eye. Timoteo's eyes widened when he saw it. It matched Calvin's description of a firearm.
It looked like a short metal tube, coloured black, with a dark brown wooden handle to it. "Benedict sends his regards!" The man loudly said before a bright flash suddenly came from the end of his weapon, accompanied by a loud yet rapid bang. Timoteo felt a searing pain blow through his left shoulder, near his collar bone, and it made him cry out for a moment in pain as he stumbled backwards. "Tim!" Bianca breathed out in worry, quickly releasing his hand as she looked back over to the man with the firearm, her face turning a little cold. Darrah, acting fast, took off in a sprint towards the man. The man quickly pulled a pair of small pouches from a pocket on his pants, fiddling with his weapon for a moment, seemingly without care towards the rushing Darrah. Timoteo raised a hand to his shoulder, wincing in pain. Blood was already dripping down along the outside of his chainmail, running below the small circular hole in his armour.
He could already feel his shirt, warm and heavy with blood, clinging to his skin. Looking down to his hand as he pulled it away from himself, he saw it to be coated in his own red. Looking up to the man with the firearm, narrowing his eyes and gritting his teeth, he, too, began to approach, though at a much slower pace than Darrah. The man urgently continued to fiddle with his firearm, spilling some sort of black powder from one of his bags into the tube of the weapon before trying to stick a curious sort of lead slug into a mechanism on the firearm's side. Pulling back a small mechanism on the firearm, he held it out again, pointing right into the middle of Darrah's chest as she reached him. The muzzle of the firearm pushed against her chainmail, though the man didn't have time to fire his weapon again before Darrah's fist had cracked into the side of his face. His head twisted to the side, and he stumbled in the same direction, dropping his two small bags.
Timoteo raised his right hand, a ball of fire bursting into life in the palm of his hand, hovering just above his apprentice's glove. Still, he continued to approach the man, walking along with dangerous intent. Was this man a part of the Anti-Hero League? He had a firearm after all, but then again, anyone with sufficient gold could buy a firearm. Bianca keenly watched the man as he tried pointing his firearm at Darrah again, pulling back a hand when he did. Whipping her arm over in his direction, she shot out a bolt of Force Push, an invisible sphere of Will power rippling the air as it rocketed towards the man. Striking his wrist, it hit him hard enough to swing his arm over to the side, the man squeezing the trigger accidentally in surprise over the sudden attack. His firearm fired out another lead slug, though without a target to hit, the lead slug simply shot off harmlessly into the trees. The man had kept his grip on his weapon despite Bianca's attack, and, seeing that he had to reload once more though didn't have his powder or lead slugs anymore, turned and took off in a run.
Darrah didn't let his tactical retreat do much good. Racing up to him again, her face furious, she said "Stop running, coward!" before grabbing the man's shoulders from behind. Yanking him hard enough to pull him off of his feet, he was suspended in the air for a split-second before gravity rammed his back down against the ground. He let out a wheeze as the air was torn from his lungs, Darrah raising a foot and planting it down against the man's chest. Her other foot on the other side of the man's head, she looked down to his eyes, her face cold and serious.
The man knew he had been defeated, though he felt no fear. Timoteo and Bianca walked over, standing by the man's left and right sides, respectively. Timoteo held his fireball over the man, menacingly looking down into his eyes. "Tell us why we shouldn't kill you." Bianca softly and rather chillingly said. "You a part of the Anti-Hero League?" Darrah asked, seemingly wondering the same thing Timoteo had been wondering hardly a minute before. The man chuckled lightly, keeping his grip on his firearm. "No. Not officially." He said. Bianca noticed that the man was still holding on to his firearm, raising a boot before stomping viciously down on the back of his wrist. The man stifled a grunt of pain, though Bianca must have stomped down on muscles connected to his fingers, as the man instantly released his firearm and kept all of his fingers extended from then on, as if to avoid some sort of pain from flexing his fingers. "Tell me about Benedict." Timoteo coolly said, looking from the man over to the fireball in his hand.
"Hang on a second." Darrah muttered, suddenly taking her foot from the man's chest and kneeling down by him. "Let's see your face." She said, grabbing at the man's goggles and bandages. The man didn't struggle. Darrah pulled off his goggles first, revealing his eyes. His skin was light, his eyes deep green. Darrah didn't make the removal of the bandages around the man's head comfortable. Grabbing a handful, she simply tore them from his head, and, surprisingly, the man actually let out a long and panicked groan of pain. Tearing away half of the bandages in a single powerful pull, half of the man's features were revealed. He had no hair on his head at all, no eyebrows, no facial hair. His skin was warped with oozing wounds and scars, not a single inch of normal skin remained. Large patches of his skin looked almost charred, slowly leaking blood and milky pus now that his bandages had been removed. The rest of his skin looked like one big scar, like he had already been licked by flames or touched by something corrosive.
The man lacked eyelids for some reason, also lacking lips, his teeth totally and permanently bared. His nostrils flared as he took in pained breaths, Darrah tearing away the other half of the man's bandages, causing him to stifle another groan of pain. "What happened to you?" Timoteo asked, looking back over to the man. The man's breath whistled slightly as it came out ragged through his teeth. "Punishment for returning after a failed assignment." He began to slowly chuckle. Judging by the way his brow raised up, it seemed that the man was raising his eyebrows, even though he lacked them entirely. "I've already met fire, and I don't fear it. Nothing you could do to me could possibly be worse than what Benedict would do to me for failing two missions. In fact, if you kill me, you'd likely be doing me a favour." Bianca looked up to Timoteo's eyes, then down to the wound in his torso. Looking back down to the man, Darrah glanced over to the two of them. "I think we're all thinking the same thing." Timoteo quietly said, almost in a mutter.
Bianca nodded, and so did Darrah. The man let out a light sigh, his scarred and wounded cheeks contorting as he attempted to smile. "Do it, Heroes. Just don't let anybody know it was you. Don't wanna give that Anti-Hero League any more fuel." Bianca's quiet and gentle voice sounded out. "He needs to die, but perhaps he has a point." "We're not listening to him, he's full of shit." Darrah said, glaring down into the man's face. "Tim, do the honours before I stomp down on his face." She added, looking over to the mage by her left side. Timoteo promptly pulled his arm back, swinging over and launching his fireball straight into the man's stomach. The fireball traveled barely a meter before hitting the man, and the man instantly writhed against the ground, screaming out in pain as the flames bit through his clothing and touched his skin. Bianca cruelly raised a boot, stomping down on the man's throat, pinning him to the ground as the flames spread along his clothing.
Darrah took a step back, her face cold as the man cried out in pain. Timoteo took a step back as well, though he asked "Where's Benedict? Tell us and I'll put the fire out!" The man's torso rapidly being coated in flames, he urgently screamed out "His fort is in the mountains by Hook Coast!! Go to Hook Coast!!" "Any more questions?" Bianca asked, glancing between Darrah and Timoteo. Darrah shook her head, staring down at the man's face as the flames moved. Timoteo, too, shook his head, saying "No." He raised a hand, a swirling sphere of water appearing in his hand. Before he could douse the flames on the man, however, Bianca suddenly pointed a hand down to the man's face, by the side of her boot. A green sphere of Will energy appeared in the palm of her hand, and within the blink of an eye, it had shot over into the man's face. Darrah and Timoteo both saw a third of the man's head suddenly explode, blood and bits of gore blasting off to the side as what was left of the man's head swung over, pushed by Bianca's magic.
The man's body was twitching, his entire face and part of his head removed by Bianca's magic, the horrific scent of roasting flesh rising from the man's body. Blood poured from the man's head in copious amounts, squirting out in the air occasionally, a small puddle of blood very rapidly forming by the man's head. Darrah looked over to Bianca with wide eyes, her mouth hanging open slightly, her brow deeply furrowed. Timoteo, too, was a little surprised by Bianca's cold execution of the man. He had been prepared to keep his word, to douse the flames and leave the man to himself. Darrah, although uncaring towards the assassin, hadn't been prepared for the sudden gore. Bianca took her boot from the man's throat, the end of her boot coated in red, dripping blood that had burst from the man's head. "Bianca!" Darrah said, Bianca looking over to Darrah. "How could you just execute him, he was unarmed and had given up, plus he was already tortured by the fire!"
Bianca calmly said "I put him out of his misery. It was no different than euthanizing him." Darrah's eyes went wide, as if she were surprised and somehow offended. "Bianca, you euthanize a dog, you can't just put down a human being! Besides, Tim was about to put out the fire!" Timoteo slowly let his ball of blue water launch off to the side, spilling against the ground harmlessly. "Even if the flames were put out, he'd still be immensely hurt. He might've even died from his wounds, we're rather far from anyone that sells potions, out here. And even if he did survive, like he said, this "Benedict" would probably torture him worse than we did." Looking over to Timoteo's chest again, then up to his eyes, she met his gaze. "And besides...He deserved it, like I said. He attacked us. That alone should mean his death." Timoteo thought over what had happened. On one hand, he did feel like Bianca's execution was cruel, and wasn't sure he could accept that nothing could be done to keep the man's life intact.
On the other hand, the man had shot him, and had been trying to shoot Darrah as well, so he was a hostile individual. Thinking about his wound made him wince, and he raised a hand to his chest, feeling a much larger section of his shirt than before to be hugging his skin with blood. "Are you okay?" Bianca asked, stepping around the assassin's corpse, stepping closer to Timoteo. His face pained, he said "No...Calvin was right, the firearm went right through my armour..." Darrah, dropping the subject of the assassin's execution, stepped closer to Timoteo, saying "Hang on, it'll be okay, let me grab a potion." She took off her pack, rummaging through it for a moment before pulling out a health potion. Passing it to him, he asked "You sure you want me to drink one of your's?" Darrah's face was calm as she shouldered her pack again, crossing her arms over her chest while saying "Hush up. Drink it." Timoteo raised an eyebrow for a moment, nonverbally saying "Well, if you insist."
Pulling off the brown cork to the potion, he quickly drank half of it before pushing the cork back inside. Handing it back to Darrah, he spoke before she could protest. "I don't need the whole thing. The wound's small, it's just that it goes all the way through me. I'll be fine." Bianca softly said "Can I look at the wound later? I should probably use some of my medicine on it." Timoteo shrugged lightly, saying "If you want. If you think it's necessary." Darrah looked down at the assassin's corpse, saying "I'd check him for valuables, but from the looks of things, anything he could've been carrying was destroyed from the fire." Timoteo nodded towards the man's firearm, saying "All except for his firearm." Darrah glanced over her shoulder, to the two small brown fabric bags the man had dropped. "That and the bags. Black powder and slugs, hmm?..." Looking back over to Timoteo, she began to grin a little, asking "Hey, how much do you think a firearm is worth?"
Timoteo raised an eyebrow, saying "Don't you think we should hold on to it? It could come in handy, some day." Darrah pursed her lips out for a second, raising an eyebrow. After a moment of thought, she shrugged, saying "Yeah, you're probably right. And besides, even if we decided to sell it, we wouldn't be able to, not for a while. Not until we were done at Lychfield." Timoteo said "Let's hold on to the firearm, the cleavers from the bandits are what we're going to sell. If those things are as valuable as you say they are, we won't even need to sell the firearm." Bianca bent over, picking up the assassin's black firearm. She held it in both of her hands as she walked over to the two dropped bags, seemingly examining the weapon. Picking up the two dropped bags, she slowly walked back to the others, gently saying "I'll hold on to the firearm, I'll learn how to use it. It might make my hunting at night easier." Darrah shrugged, saying "Whatever, anything that can get us more regular meals is welcome." Timoteo smiled a little with amusement, saying "Alright, then. I guess that's all settled. Let's keep going." Darrah and Bianca nodded, Bianca slipping the firearm and the accompanying bags into the same pocket on the inside of her cloak.
The hours crept by, the trio walking until evening. Nothing else hostile made themselves apparent, the group walking through part of the Gibbet Woods in safety. As they all set up camp for the night, Timoteo and Bianca would exchange subtle, affectionate looks. When everything was ready and the fire pit was ablaze, Bianca lightly said "Before I go hunting for the night, I'm going to take a bath in the stream nearby." Darrah raised an eyebrow, saying "Odd time to take a bath." Bianca raised an eyebrow lightly, saying "Perhaps to you." Darrah wasn't sure if Bianca was trying to insult her or not, though wasn't able to question her as Bianca promptly turned and began to walk off through the trees. Timoteo waited for a minute before saying "Hm. I haven't taken a bath in a while, either." Darrah raised an eyebrow at him. Timoteo, acting thoughtful, said "Can't just run in on Bianca, though...Rather not get slapped. I'll have to find a spot farther down in the stream."
Darrah asked "What, you two are just going to leave me alone here? How long are you going to be gone for?" Timoteo smiled a little and raised an eyebrow. "What's the matter Darrah, don't wanna be alone?" Darrah looked off to the side, almost pouting. Crossing her arms over her stomach, she lightly said "No, I..." Sighing lightly, she looked over to him almost pleadingly. She nodded lightly, after a moment of hesitation. Timoteo's face grew more calm as he said "I won't be gone long. Bianca will probably get back before me." Darrah slowly took in a breath through her nose before exhaling lightly. Beginning to take off her armour pieces, she turned her back to him, quietly saying "Alright, fine...I'll just stay here...Whatever..." Timoteo hesitated from leaving. "Darrah, let me ask you an honest question." She didn't react for a moment, but eventually she looked at him over her shoulder. "What is it?" She asked. Timoteo raised an eyebrow, asking "Why are you always getting weird about being alone?"
Darrah's mouth hung open for a moment, and she furrowed her brow. She turned her head from him, facing forwards once more. "I don't get weird about being alone!" She defiantly said. Timoteo shrugged and said "If you say so. I'm not gonna argue with you." He turned around and began to walk off, letting out a light exhale through his nose, like a sigh that didn't quite make it. Darrah, seemingly with confusion over his answer, mumbled "Huh?" before turning around. Her face a little perplexed as well as surprised, she watched him walk off for several seconds before sighing gently. Her eyes looking weary, she took a seat by the fire, silently awaiting for her companions to return.
Timoteo began to blush and smile as he headed in the direction of the nearby stream. When he found it, he glanced left and right, seeing Bianca to be not far down from his right side. She smiled warmly at him and beckoned him with a wag of her finger, taking off her cloak and resting it down over a nearby rock. Timoteo smiled widely, beginning to walk over towards her. As he neared, she said "The water's just the perfect temperature, it's nice and warm." He smiled widely, saying "Darrah's expecting one of us to return pretty soon, we won't really have all that much time..." Bianca's smile grew a touch stronger. "Any time is enough..." When they reached one another, they held hands, gazing into each other's eyes for a few tender seconds. "Do you remember when I said I had a surprise for you?..." She asked. He nodded lightly, more red filling his cheeks. She noticed him blush more, her smile strengthening as she said "I've been thinking about this almost non-stop since the last time things got a bit...Heated..."
She paused before the word "heated", as if thinking about which word to use to describe their previous passion, unintentionally putting emphasis on it once she had decided on it. His mouth opened a crack as he tried to speak, but Bianca's right hand darted up to his mouth. "Shh..." She whispered, her eyes half-closed. Timoteo slowly began to grow aroused, his eyes flitting from her beautiful eyes to her plump lips for a split-second before going back to her eyes. She smiled warmly, tilting her head to her right side, her plait swinging over and hanging over the middle of her forehead. "Let's take a bath...The amount of time we spend doesn't matter..." She slowly lowered her finger from his lip, gently running the print of her finger down his chin before finally lowering her hand to the middle of his chest. She brought her head up straight again. Bringing her other hand to his chest, by her other hand, she gazed into his eyes as she murmured "Can I...Um..."
She looked downwards, leaning her head forwards, letting out a nervous sigh, her cheeks going bright red as she mumbled "I don't even know how to say it without sounding weird..." He was confused for a moment before he realized what she must have meant. "Did you...Want to..." He blushed deeply, saying "Um...You know..." He held back a chuckle, smiling, raising an eyebrow. "I don't know how to say it, either..." He slowly raised his hands to her shoulders, looking to her downwards eyes. "...My...Neck?..." He lightly suggested. Bianca's cheeks turned even deeper red, and without leaning her head back once more, she looked up to his eyes, giving him a cute little nod. A small half-smile came to him, and he quickly reached his arms around her body, bringing her close. Her hands still against his chest, her eyes went a little wide with surprise, though she relaxed as she felt him softly rub his chin along her right temple.
His arms comfortingly around her, his hands against the middle of her back, he said "I don't mind...You just better do it now, before I get in the water...Don't want Darrah to see any random blood marks on my neck again, heh heh..." Bianca smiled happily after a moment, closing her eyes, pressing a soft and tender kiss to his throat. Butterflies shot up from his stomach, fluttering along his insides, putting a shaky smile on his face as waves of delight flew along his skin like electricity. She slowly lowered her hands to his stomach, then moved them over to his hips. Kissing towards the right side of his neck, every touch of her lips made his skin tremble, and he eventually was forced to keep his eyes shut in the blissful sensation. His heart already racing, his arousal growing, he felt her let out a warm breath against the side of his neck before nuzzling the side of her face against him. She slipped her arms around his waist, moving to the small of his back.
She took a step closer to him, pressing her body against his. Timoteo's arousal exploded higher when he felt her warm, supple bosom lightly press against his chest. Bianca gave him one last little kiss on the side of his neck before parting her lips. Timoteo felt something warm and moist dart out, flicking at his skin for a moment. He trembled, and even felt her do the same. Bianca licked at him for a moment more before he felt a light nip of pain on his skin. Bianca's lips were pressed to him, wrapping around the gentle hint of pain that had appeared. He could feel her lightly flick her tongue at him from between her lips, gently suckling at him. He kept his eyes closed, leaning his head forward, feeling some of her soft hair brush against his cheek, nose, and jaw. He gave her a gentle squeeze in his arms, and she replied in kind, her arms affectionately tightening around his waist...
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