Heading off to Explore and Discover

Jansaadi sits up a bit and takes the fourth shot from Diego and sips a bit off the top so as not to spill it and then tosses the rest back, shivering delightfully again. She looks up at him as he slides to the grass and she chuckles probably a bit more then she normally would. "Thár more comfortable then a draun cín bum."

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She laughs even harder then flushes bright red. Suddenly she had an image of his bum in her mind. She hadn't really seen it to be fair. She wondered if it was tight and muscular. Perhaps it was with all the swimming he did, or maybe? She laughs some more and rolls over. She looks over her shoulder down over her back at her bum and then back at him. He did take on the form of the one he copied. Perhaps he had a nice little bum like she did? She shakes her head and can't control her giggle fit.

Three days? Hmmm, I could see his bum in that time. Could I wait that long though? I wonder if it feels like mine? When his hand starts playing in her hair though, her cheeks flare a bit and it isn't from the alcohol or maybe it is? Regardless her eyes find his and locks to them as he speaks. She bites on her lower lip. Oh I have many suggestions fishboy, for one, what the hell does your ass look like damn it! When he mentions shots, she holds her glass up. "You stopped pouring fishboy." She smirks.

Diego's brow quirks at her question and sudden giggles, it takes him a minute to translate, as it isn't his native tongue and not something he is used to hearing but when he realizes what she had said his cheeks flare bright red, he huffs and takes another shot. Refilling her empty glass as he removes his from his lips, once the sting of the alcohol settles nicely on his tongue, he finally answers. "I've had better, but the grass is nice thank you."

When she suddenly goes quiet he turns to look at her, poised to say something when he notices she's totally checking herself out, and he can't help but to follow her gaze. When her tirade of giggles continues he finds himself perplexed, but the sound is like music to his ears. He sits up again, reaching for the bottle once more, but his eyes stay on Jansaadi, and when she bits her lower lip, ideas spin wildly in his head, he inhales sharply before shooting her a wicked grin, "Something on your mind there elf?"

He laughs as her glass is held in the air like she expected another drink, which he can't help to oblige, he turns to face her letting the liquid fill the glass, and just as it starts to overfill he leans down and sips at the rim, his eyes still focused on hers, with a glint of mischief he tips the bottle in his hand and lets a few drops of the liquid slide down the exposed skin of her chest, before he whispers darkly, breaking the silence between them. "That's Mr. Fishboy to you Ma'am."

Righting the bottle and setting it aside, he shifts before leaning even closer to Jansaadi, then quick as a whip his tongue slides across her skin, following the trail of the alcohol, and then he's gone. Pulling away he laughs as he licks his lips and smirks over at her. "Alcohol abuse. Couldn't let it go to waste."

Jansaadi laughs some more as he caught her comment. She looks over his chest, wondering how he managed to have clothes formed over his body. Was that part of the copying? Or was that something else entirely? She wasn't sure but the way he shot her that wicked grin and asked that question in such a low husky voice, sent a shiver down her body, one she sort of hoped he saw.

As he fills her glass towards the top and near overflowing, she watches him take a sip from the top, it sends a quiver into her stomach. The cool drops of liquid down her chest send vibes through her. Before she can drink her shot though he is down between her breast. She gasps out softly and pulls her bottom lip back between her teeth.

The moment is gone as quick as it occurred and leaves her breathless. Then his comment and she can't help but to laugh at it. She downs her shot as soon as she can stand to not laugh at the same time and watches as he licks his lips. A thought strikes her and she reaches back into her pack again and pulls out a flute.

"I hear your kind appreciates our music. I wonder if it is true?" She comments as she sits up and crosses her legs. She puts the flute to her lips, watching him ever so closely as her tongue darts over the mouth piece in the blink of an eye. Then her fingers work over the instrument in an overly sexual manner before she finally places them along the holes and blows into the flute. The music is soft, yet alluring and the sounds come together to make almost an intimate setting as the dying light of the embers flash over her skin.

Diego sees the visible shiver escape along the lines of Jansaadi's body and he can't help but smirk in response. At the sound of her gasp he swallows a groan, wondering just how far she would let him go, but he's stopped from finding out when she suddenly reaches back into her pack and pulls out an instrument. His green eyes flick over her, but he doesn't question it. Instead watching her silently, he bites back another groan at the way her tongue and fingers play over the flute before she finally settles into position.

"Oh, we appreciate much more than just your music. I'd be happy to show you..." His response is quick, and he winks teasingly at her as music suddenly fills the forest around them. As the soft notes fill his ears, he finds himself shifting closer to Jansaadi. Her talent with the flute a mesmerizing experience, and though it was indeed a melody he had often enjoyed in the past, he can't help the way his eyes flicker over her body. The dying embers of the flames, casting a glow he can't seem to get away from.

As she plays the flute, he finds his fingers dancing along the curve of her thigh in rhythm to her song. Yet, he does nothing more, simply letting his fingers glide along the soft flesh beneath them. How long would she last? Could he break her concentration on her music? Would he get to hear that beautiful pleading gasp again? He didn't have a clue, but he had the rest of the night to find out.

She chuckles softly and pauses the music. "Well then show me while I play." Her voice is soft, barely a whisper and filled with undertones of a different nature. She begins to play the music once more, changing the beat, the tone of the music to something more alluring to the body.

As he moves closer to her, the music doesn't stop. His hands trace over her skin and her eyes look to his as the flames dance across her skin. Her leg moves slightly brushing up against his foot for but a moment as she slowly brings her legs up under her body, careful to not disrupt her music. She was known as one the best flute players in her village. She was also a good dancer.

Though she had never combined to two before. Her lips tilts upward into a slight curve and her eyes hold his as his fingers move with her movements. She raises her eyebrows in jest and then sways her hips as she moves up to her knees.

Her body begins to move to the music coming from her flute, like a snake charmed by it's master. Then she is on her feet and she dances around him, slowly, torturing movements over her hips and legs, her hair falling over her shoulders as she gracefully moved from him to dance in the light of the last bit of flames.

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Diego's eyes flash darkly and it has nothing to do with the flickering flames of the fire in front of them. As Jansaadi moves he can't help but notice the elegance in each step she takes, and when the music suddenly changes he grins. "Oh, two can play at that game. How did I manage to find such a tease? Not that I'm complaining... his thoughts travel off as he watches the wood elf light on her feet dance slowly as the music from her flute becomes alive through her body.

He stands from his position on the ground, alcohol surging through his veins giving him a boost of confidence he didn't realize he had been lacking. Long legs easily close the distance between him and Jansaadi, his body quickly catches on to the rhythm of the music and soon he realizes that his feet and body are moving in time with hers. As the music fills his soul and body, his hands reach out, until they find the solid contact of flesh on flesh, and he hums in his throat at the soft skin beneath his fingers. And, he realizes keeping his hands to himself is a deliberate task he's willing to fail. A smirk pulling at his mouth as his hands begin to explore.

Long fingers reach out and his nails ghost along the curves of her body, softly exploring where ever he can reach. The flames dancing shadows over both their bodies, as each note of music seems to bring him closer to the dancing elf in front of him. Carefully, he slips around her body, careful to not disturb her hands from the magic of her music, his hands slide around her hips as he pulls her body back against his. Fingers splayed out against her skin as he quietly drags his blunt nails up and down along the length and curve of her body.

His hands and fingers continue their slow explorations of her body. No words just teasing, and the tune of the music as their bodies dance together in the night. Still, he didn't stop himself as he dips his head down, and drags his warm mouth along the soft touch of flesh where neck and shoulder meet. She tasted faintly of the ocean, and smelled of the liquor they had been sharing through the night. Speaking of, he idly thought that they needed another round, but he was way to caught up in the wood elf and what his hands and mouth were doing to even dare break away now. Shots could wait.

Jansaadi watches Diego, some what anyway. the music seems to take her over and the alcohol only adds to that feeling. As he rises to his feet a smile spreads across her lips and her eyes seem to be dancing with delight. The music doesn't stop though and when he finally closes the distance her mind laughs at her. And you still didn't get to see that ass, girl! The thought didn't last long though as it too was silenced by the way his fingers reached for her and moved over her skin as if they were a multitude of feathers dancing on her flesh.

It doesn't take long before he is moving with the exact same moves as she is keeping pace with her and the music. The beat isn't hard to follow though as the tune she is playing is rather common among all the clans of elves and is played at many festivals late into the evening. When his fingers splay out against her skin though the music is interrupted and she busts out laughing. He had reached a ticklish spot along her skin. The laugh though quickly turns into a rather sensual sound from her lips as his nails are pulled along the length and curve of her body.

With the laughter gone, she resumes the music, a different pace once more and as the tune changes he moves himself around her, pulling her back against his and she gasps out as her back touches his chest. It takes another moment before the music resumes again and they begin to dance together once more. The flames seem all but dead at this point and something in the distant moves. It doesn't distract Jansaadi though from the man behind her. The man whom just pressed his lips to the curve of her neck, that made her legs almost go jelly save for the fact that his hands were wrapped around her.

The flute is all but forgotten in the moment, the music fades, though it might still be playing her mind as she is still moving to the sounds that died out moments before. With the flute out of her hand and in the grass somewhere, one hand moves up behind her and grips the back of his neck, her nails teasingly pressing across the skin. The other finds the hand on her hip and she places her hand over it and begins to drag the hand over her stomach. She turned her head to the side, giving him more room to work with as he teasingly continued to kiss along her shoulder.

She pressed her hips back slightly and moved along with him, her nails reaching up into his hair dragging across his scalp only to close over the strands of hair caught between her fingers as she tugs his head back and pulls it away from her neck, turning her body from his grasp. Now face to face they can see eye to eye and hers are dancing with his. She pulls him close and her hands automatically move towards his bum, she grips it tightly and her nails dig into the flesh as a grin of devilishly proportions spreads across her lips.Goal achieved girl!!! High fives all around!! Nice ass mate!

Even with the music suddenly gone, Diego finds himself still wrapped up in the melody, even if it was just in his head. His hands still wandering the length of Jansaadi's thighs, but when she laughs he snickers, his mouth breaking from contact on her neck when he whispers. "Ticklish are you?" Teasingly he rakes his nails along the same path again, deliberately slow in an attempt to draw that laugh from her again.

The teasing note to his voice drowning to a murmur of sounds as she shifts, one hand pressing nails into the nape of his neck, the other guiding his free hand to her stomach, where his nails drag pointedly across her flesh, teasing hands turning his voice to sounds of murmurs against her neck as he continues to explore, teeth and tongue nipping, licking, and soft kisses dotting along his relentless path.

As her hand skims around his neck, and nails meet his cool flesh, dragging taunt against him and through his hair, he growls against her skin, mouth still gliding along the subtle curve, and when she shifts once more, he growls again but his attentions are stopped short when she turns fully in his arms, and their eyes lock for just a moment, heat flaming in hers just as much as in his.

un-Phased by her movements, his arms circle her once more, nails scrapping agonizingly slow along her back, his mouth finding another unexplored dip of flesh as he leans down, and teases her ear lobe with his tongue, his surprised laugh against her as her hand suddenly scoops around and her nails dig into the taunt muscles of his ass. His words are low and dangerous, hissed in a growl of laughing words as he speaks.

"Well, if you really want to grab something.. I've got better, sturdier.. body parts.. that are much more, hands friendly.."

Jansaadi can't help but shake her head and purse her lips at him when he asks if she was ticklish, though her eyes were light up with joy. His fingernails trail the same way but with a lighter touch and she can't help but try to shove him back now as laughter bursts from those pursed lips of hers. Diego was being relentless in his quest.

The laughs though quickly turn into something else as his lips found their mark on her neck, the warmth of his breathe sends a shiver through her body and she leans back against him. Her mind a swirling mess of wonderful feelings. Though if you had asked Jansaadi yesterday how she would of spent her first night on her adventure, this certainly wouldn't have crossed her mind. Not that she was complaining by any means at all.

His lips curl against her earlobe and she lets out an almost inaudible sigh of delight at the touch. One thing was for certain, as many rumps as she has had, no one had ever touched her ears in quite this way.

His laugh rumbles through his chest and with hers pressed against him, she can feel the laughter as he speaks. "Says you. I happen to find that my hands have found quite a wondrous place that was made just for this." She whispers in a husky voice as she grips him a bit tighter. "I'm quite positive that this ass of yours stays firmer for far longer." She smirks and leans forward biting gently at his lower lip before she presses forward and kisses him deeply. Effectively ending the conversation.

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Diego can't help but feel lost in the moment. The warmth of Jansaadi's body pressed against his, the summer air, the dying fire and the soft sounds of nature around them. A deep need pulled in his stomach at the sound of her laughter turning to that of something more. The quiet, almost cut off moan of hers only spurring him on.

When her fingers grasp at his ass, he grins, still nipping at her ear as he whispers against her flesh "It's the perks of being a merman darling.. I get a good ass no matter what form I take." When she presses against him, his fingers drag along her body, firmly pressing, scraping, and touching every inch of flesh he can find.

"Mmm, Jansaadi, if we keep this up.. I can't be held responsible for what will happen..." As her teeth press into his lower lip, his words slip away into a growl, and when her lips press against his, he realizes the contact isn't enough.

His mouth welcomes her, heated by need and alcohol, his teeth graze over her soft lips as his arms wrap about her frame, pulling her closer to the taunt muscles of his body. Suddenly, words are useless as his mouth and hands ravish her in headless way, touching and kissing her recklessly. Though this had certainly not been his plan at the start of the evening, he was not complaining now, after all it had been a while since he had had the pleasure of a woman keeping him company.

The scene unfolds before them as Jansaadi pulls him towards the grass.

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Laying against his body, a small light fur covering the lower half of their bodies, she lightly kisses his chest. "I must say," she drags a nail down his chest and twirls it in the little bit of hair present. "The first night of this adventure was not planned for this." She laughs softly and places a kiss against his chest.

She stiffles a yawn as she smiles happily content, Acantha and Mel even making their way over towards the died out coals. "Seems they believe the activities are done for the evening as well." She stretches slightly her body still staying wrapped around his.

"I'll be gone by the morning, should you wish to come along, I am on an adventure to discover and learn about the isles."

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"Diego pulls her close, kissing the top of her head softly. Content comfortably on his face. As they lay there in the grass, the warmth of the summer air breezing through the trees, he thinks quietly to himself as Jansaadi speaks.

The silent of the night passing between them as neither speaks for a long moment. Finally Diego stretches, his fingers running through the loose strands of the wood elf's hair, and he speaks quietly into the night.

"This, though not part of the plan, was very much worth it. As for travelling with you. I won't have but two days after this, but I see no reason why I wouldn't want to come along with you."