"Of course you like what you see," she quipped. Brianna raised her arms above her head and stretched, posing for the man whose bed she had warmed the night before. "My body is a prize, you know. I take a lot of pride in it." She lowered her arms and walked to the fireplace, where she had vague memories of discarding her shirt. "I'd walk around shirtless all the time, if I could, but men like to get handsy when they see tits out in the open."
Kicking her shirt up into the air, Brianna caught it and wrapped it around her breasts before fastening it. "And as much as I know you'd love to see me in your clothes," she cast him a glance, her eyes crinkling as she grinned wryly, "I wouldn't look good swimming in your shirt." And it would restrict her movement. Clothes were such a pain, why did people bother with them, the woman wondered as she combed her fingers through her hair, delicately working through several of the knots and kinks that had developed when Zaeren tangled himself up in her wild mane.
His words reached her ears, and they twitched in response.
"It's sweet of you to worry about me," she began, her voice soft. "I'll be fine, Zae. Really. The chance to kill the monster who took my village? My family? This is all I can ask for." Brianna stood tall, her gaze unwavering as she met his eyes. "I can put them to rest, now. I can give all of them closure, and by the Gods I will slay that beast with my own claws even if it kills me." She bared her fangs in a toothy grin. "Worry not for me, but for the dragon. I'm going to rip his heart out and eat it."
Kicking her shirt up into the air, Brianna caught it and wrapped it around her breasts before fastening it. "And as much as I know you'd love to see me in your clothes," she cast him a glance, her eyes crinkling as she grinned wryly, "I wouldn't look good swimming in your shirt." And it would restrict her movement. Clothes were such a pain, why did people bother with them, the woman wondered as she combed her fingers through her hair, delicately working through several of the knots and kinks that had developed when Zaeren tangled himself up in her wild mane.
His words reached her ears, and they twitched in response.
"It's sweet of you to worry about me," she began, her voice soft. "I'll be fine, Zae. Really. The chance to kill the monster who took my village? My family? This is all I can ask for." Brianna stood tall, her gaze unwavering as she met his eyes. "I can put them to rest, now. I can give all of them closure, and by the Gods I will slay that beast with my own claws even if it kills me." She bared her fangs in a toothy grin. "Worry not for me, but for the dragon. I'm going to rip his heart out and eat it."
