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Post by Brynhild on Dec 11, 2015 19:42:58 GMT
Her lover was truly much more than she could hope for.~ Seeing Mordred's general expression Brynhild could not help but feel her heart light up for a moment, Mordred's withheld dislike for what she said just barely restrained. But alas, she could not change her disposition so easily. It would take more time... then maybe her words would be more soothing to Mordred as well. Whe he finally licked her finger, Brynhild raised an eyebrow in surprise, letting out a soft:"Huh?" As she instinctively drew her finger back. The words that followed the action however, were most intruiging... in probably all the wrong senses.
"Well... I certainly find things to go much... smoother, when you losen them a little. Being so cut and dry can be rather bad there, it would take away all that sweetness.~" saying such she'd purr the words a little, rubbing her dampened finger dry on her chest, whilst throwing Mordred a coquette gaze. She knew it was not the time for anything like this, but a little teasing was never wrong in private... or so she thought as she watched Mordred drink some more wine.
When Mordred then hurled his arm around her Brynhild laughed, half-expecting it, yet happily, pressing herself closely against her dear one as he pulled her in. However she broke off her laugh when he 'shhh'd her, looking at him a bit confused before realizing that he had apparently disliked what she'd said. His words however, finally brought back her smile again as she replied with a more smoky undertone:"Oh? Well I thought a little dirty talk never hurt anybody.~" Bringing her face closer to Mordred's with a suggestive smile, she quickly broke it off, winking at her lover, before listening to his toughts on her bragging. "You think it suits me, yes?" She said with a mix of curiosity and contentment... then the latter part came. Tensing up a tiny bit with a pouty expression, Bryhild said:"Well sure, if you can! Otherwise I shall give you a good thrashing once more.~" in her mind she added, which would lead us to dirty talk once more I reckon...;
"Not that I would be discontent if you were to make me aware of undue boasting in your own way.~" she then added, sliding one of her legs extending one of her legs down the table once more, sneaking it under Mordred's. Brynhild herself bent forward to grab her wine glass again, drinking happily along as she did not want to seem impolite or uninterested. "So... do you have any ideas how, or when you wish to introduce me to your father?" Mentioning this on the sideline, she'd remain a little hunched over, leaning her elbow against her knee, whilst resting her chin on her left hand, the other holding the wine glass. Perhaps her lover would notice the little hint... if not, well... nothing gained nothing lost.~
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Post by Mordred on Dec 11, 2015 20:26:22 GMT
This was much more like Brynhild, Mordred thought. While her self-deprecation was a part of her she tolerated, the more playful, confident side of the valkyrie queen was what she truly felt a connection to, a desire to bond with. While it was unlikely, she couldn’t help but think that if she tried hard enough, she could convince her not to hold herself down by her troubles. If not, well, she was still the woman she loved.
She couldn’t keep herself from blushing as Brynhild tossed back her teasing with much less subtlety. “You know, something makes me think that you’re not just talking about wine anymore.” She leans in closer to Brynhild, laying a soft kiss on her cheek. “Dirty talk doesn’t hurt anyone. In fact, I love it when you talk dirty.”
Mordred pets her shoulder, running her hand down to Brynhild’s forearm. “No boasting is undue when you are the one being prideful. You deserve any honor you heap upon yourself.” She can’t help but keep an excited smile as Brynhild entwines her leg around Mordred’s, and pulls her in just a bit closer. “If you defeat me once again, then I simply must work even harder at being a man fit for you.” Her free hand reaches down to the hem of her skirt, freely exploring around from her thigh to her backside. “I do not believe myself inadequate.”
The next question strikes Mordred, and she finds herself having to give it serious consideration. “Well, I did tell him of you when we spoke. I…” Mordred’s blush returns. “I was unsure of how eager I should be in showing you off to others while we were still unwed.” She takes a breath to steady herself. “So I merely contented myself by telling Father what a kind, strong, and wise lady you were. As for plans…” She shrugs. “I thought a simple dinner with the three of us would be nice. I also told him of your skill in the kitchen.”
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Post by Brynhild on Dec 12, 2015 22:59:11 GMT
It was always beyond cute to see Mordred, this highly skilled and powerful knight, blush like a youth.~ Alas, the notion also flustered Brynhild herself a little, although by no means to the degree that she would have the blood rushing to her head. After all, whether she liked it or not, in both legend and physical age she was by far the older one in this relationship. So she might as well act on it and take the leading part, instead of having Mordred play psychiatrist for her. Well... at least going by 'modern' terminologies, it was quite interesting at least that they had doctors for mental health nowadays.
Alas, she responded to his mention of wine with little more than a knowing smile and a twitch of her eyebrows, before turning her attention to the wine, inviting Mordred to a little more privacy through mere bodylanguage. The kiss on her cheek made her chuckle a bit, as she almost spilled her drink getting it and she quickly had to put her glass down as to prevent a small-scale disaster for her garments. Even so she managed to put an arm around her knight's waist, pulling him to her as he kissed her so gently. Whispering in his ear she then underline the gesture with the words:"Well, I shall remember to stain my mouth with vulgarities then, next time I deem it appropriate." Making sure her warm breath tickled her lover's ear she then listened to his more serious words.
Even so she did not feel as if paying any particular heed to his reminder of her acclaimed value was appropriate, so instead she focused on the movement of her leg with the long slender limb of her dear one, simply enjoying the feeling of the warmth radiating from the beautiful leg, through her tights, into her own. "Oh, but of course not... I shall wait for you as many times as it takes. However, do not think that failure will not go unpunished... prepare for harsh lessons~." When his hand then finally reached for her behind, Brynhild raised one eyebrow in played surprise as she added:"Well, Sir Mordred... it seems at least -some- part of me does not think your actions inadequate in the least." Pulling her free leg to her chest she curled herself closer in, towards Mordred her skirt slipping up a little as the fabric of her tights spanned tightly over the curve of her rear.
Making sure that her knight's warm hand did not slip off, she instead gave the caressing hand some resistance like this, a slight siver running up her spine as the warmth of her lover's touch seeped through, on the sensitive skin of her behind. However, this was not the time for any less ilicit, uncouth actions... as such Brynhild left it at this enjoyable closeness and the comfortable massaging, instead returning to more important matters:"Hm... well, while it is sure that we are yet unwed, it is but a matter of time. We are, for all intents and purposes, engaged. Albeit... I have not yet seen a ring from you.~"
She threw Mordred a playfully scrutinizing gaze, Brynhild then added in a more matter of factly tone:"Well, I can see why you would do so... alas I am not sure I can live up to your father's expectations like this. Especially the 'wisdom' is something I often feel rather short on..." making a bit of an awkward expression she rested her head on Mordred's shoulder, scratching her side a bit nervously. Her voice then softened as she added:"But alas, if I can cook for the three of us... I think it should be no problem. At least the food should distract from any mishaps I might have... I really do hope that I will not embarass myself however." She was not sure whether her 'skills' would actually live up to what Mordred had promised, but... well, she'd have to do her best.
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Post by Mordred on Dec 13, 2015 20:35:05 GMT
As Mordred finds herself pulled in closer by Brynhild’s hold, she grins wide. It seems she read the woman right, with increased intimacy as the reward. What was whispered into her ear only made her smile wider. “I can’t wait. You know just how to get me excited.” Whatever worked in making her less mopey about things...she seemed to be having fun now.
What came after, though, was something a bit less than comforting...but no less exciting. “Oh? Harsh lessons from you, Bryn? If I didn’t know better, I almost believe you are tempting me to fail.” Mordred lets out a prideful laugh. “But I know you are too honorable to do such a thing!” Still...her mind raced thinking what she could mean like that, and the brash smile she kept up couldn’t quite hide the growing blush.
That blush was only accentuated as Brynhild complimented her touch, and then more so as she moved to increase resistance against it. Still, Mordred doesn’t let her brave front die so easily. “If you said otherwise, I would have to call you a liar. I’m glad both your words and your body are honest.”
More serious discussion slightly bumps Mordred out of her mood, but the topic was one that pleased her. “Engaged, hmm?” She pulls Brynhild into another tight hug. “I like the sound of that!” the comment of a ring jostles her more seriously than the beginning of the question, leaving her out of her element. “A...ring? Is that expected? I...err...I can get one! Of course I can! I would say that it’s premature as I’ve not defeated you yet, but that will correct itself shortly!” Mordred puffs out her chest in this display of confidence and pride.
This time, Mordred tries a slightly different tactic in dealing with Brynhild putting herself down. “Of course, the glowing endorsement I give my lady might seem difficult to live up to, but I have absolute confidence in you!” As she talks about the food with a bit more hope, Mordred nods eagerly, trying to foster confidence. “Of course! Your food will knock my father’s taste buds across the room. After all, he’s been used to Gawain’s sad excuse for food as long as I have! You’re sure to leave a good impression.”
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Post by Brynhild on Jan 28, 2016 22:00:24 GMT
Oh dear... had she gone overboard with the intimate words? Mordred's flushed face seemed to indicate as much... alas, Brynhild really had not intended to make her lover uncomfortable, she had simply gone with the mood of the situation... right? Brynhild told herself as much, a shadow of doubt creeping over her face for a second, before she replied nonchalantly:"Well... punishment should excite you, else it would be horrible punishment. A sense of nervousness and ambiguity regarding the future are rarely bad things... especially when striving for a goal." Saying such, Bryn smiled softly at Mordred, her features beaming, as if radiating a light of their own, her hands wandered down her lover's side however, teasingly tickling his sides with her soft fingertips.
"I assure you, my intentions are as honourable as I can muster..." leaving open just how honourable she thought herself, the woman playfully slapped her lover's chest at his teasing words. She did not exactly like his talk of -honest- physical behaviour... she could not influence it, yet that did not make it honest, only absolute. That in itself might not have been such a good thing, right? Thus her reply also fell out slightly... tipsy? "My body cannot lie... so how can it be honest? It's merely responding as it always does..." almost pouting a little, Bryn none the less found comfort in the warmth that pressed against her own flesh, relaxing in Mordred's embrace, as their conversation continued.
When Mordred pointed out that he'd not gotten her a ring yet, Brynhild felt worry creep into her soul... she did not wish to force him to acquire such an item for her! She knew perfectly fine how much he appreciated her presence, whether she could understand it or not. There was no need... really... no need at all... "W-Well..." God... she was weak. Stuttering, Brynhild kicked her own thoughts to the curb, as her conviction of not needing a ring, was drowned out by her... well... her what? Was it a sense of romance, feelings of nostalgia? Or was it simply the wish to acquire something to symbolize her bond with Mordred? Hard to say... so very hard. "...please do not feel forced, alas... I would, I mean..." stuttering again, Brynhild could not even muster the courage to make a decision for herself.
"I would like to wear a ring given to me... by you and none else." she said so softly, her voice almost a little pained as she felt as if she was forcing Mordred into the decision, but there was little point in denying that she wanted the a ring now. As for the other part... "Well, I will not make it easy... even so a proper courting should be well prepared, for victory and defeat alike." Her voice took on a more serious tone, as she straightened her upper body whilst speaking... careful not to move her rear even by an inch, it was positioned exactly where she wanted it to be right now. Responding to Mordred's little boast, with a slight expression of pride of her own, said pride quickly crumbled into nervousness again, when they addressed the food topic... "Glowing endorsement...?"
She asked a bit sceptically, raising one of her slender, yet oddly bushy eye-brows, before dodging the praise a little. "While I appreciate your praises and assurances, I am not sure I can take them entirely serious... especially when you measure me by the standards of somebody supposedly terrible at it..." looking at Mordred almost reproachfully she then added with a slightly menacing, yet none the less silken, soft voice:"...are you implying that I am too bad for drawing comparisons with actually competent people?" It was absolutely misplaced pride... yet she really wanted to at least be measured by high standards, not those of somebody who was a cullinary nightmare! Alas, maybe Mordred just wished for her to be calm about it... not that there was no reason to be nervous, or agitated... in a way she even wanted to be! So without a second thought, she threw Mordred an almost angry glare, a cold glint burning with a cold fire in her amethyst eyes. Her body too tensed up, causing her muscle to rebuke the hand resting on it with a twitch of her buttocks.
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Post by Mordred on Jan 29, 2016 7:46:03 GMT
Mordred laughs as Brynhild explains the kind of expectation she should have regarding her torture. "Such wisdom, Bryn! It makes me wish I thought of that. But I definitely like the idea! Simply losing and stewing is an ill way to think of things...a carrot and a stick is needed, after all..." She trails off, but not without moving in, letting her hand move out to her waist and giving her a hug, with a sigh. "Yes, I know your intentions are honorable, Bryn. This might be needed after all. It's...it's too comfortable as things are. I want to make you my lady as soon as I can, but well...I have your companionship even without it..."
She grins wide, pride tinging her voice slightly harsh, if clearly both purely happy, and rather pleased with yourself, before looking into Brynhild's eyes. "So long as we are not called into combat by this weekend, we'll be married on Monday. If I fail to live up to that, I'll be at your mercy, Brynhild." The challenge thus offered, Mordred's semi-serious expression doesn't last very long, as soon enough her hand slips back down.
Brynhild's grappling with the expression elicits a shrug. "Sure it might not lie, but a body can be very good at hiding things. Concealing things. Being up-front with how things make you feel is an admirable trait...especially when they're good things!" Her fingers shift slightly, teasing lightly on her love. "I know I haven't been living up to that...but it's something I've learned since meeting you, so I'm still rusty at it."
The question of the ring went on longer than Mordred expected. She squeezes slightly, trying to get Brynhild to stop her meek meanderings on the subject. "Hey! I said I'd get you one, didn't I?" What she had said wasn't lost on the knight, and honestly, it made her very happy. That they were so close that Brynhild wanted to wear a ring from her, even before they could be said to be engaged...she felt a fire in her chest at the thought. "I can't exactly let my lady down when she has her heart set on something, can I? Besides, I said we'd be married by Monday, so there'll definitely be a need to get you a ring! I'll see if Chaldea sells them anywhere, or if I'll need to have them shipped somehow..."
The thought of the ring was still on her mind as she spoke about the dinner plans to have Arthur over. Mordred laughs as she calls into question her praise. "Hey! Don't discount what I've said...your food's the best I've ever eaten! Shouldn't that make you happy?" Mordred's confusion was genuine, and only corrected as she explains in precise detail what the problem was. She hadn't even thought of that...but she should have. If she'd been asked to joust in a tournament because her opponent would be very weak, she'd take it as the same kind of insult that Brynhild had taken her words.
"I'm sorry, Brynhild. I didn't mean it like that..." Mordred's tone was clearly apologetic. "Your food is very good...not just in comparison to Gawain's abominations. I just...I just wanted you to be calm...to feel like you could cook like you were cooking for me." She sighs, looking away. "I only ate food from trail rations, Gawain's kitchen, and my mothers. I'm...sheesh...I'm not experienced enough to make proper comparisons, to show you the praise you truly deserve. But I doubt even the finest chefs in the world could make me enjoy their cooking more than I love yours." It also didn't occur to her that this too could be misconstrued, so she tried to mollify her by pulling her into a hug.
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