A Day on the Beach (OPEN)

[lucy]

Gingerly, Lucy took the wine cup from Kvothe, taking a small sip. It was quite tasty, though she could tell from the first drink, it was very alcoholic. As Kvothe inched toward her, Lucy couldn't help wondering if she were doing the right thing, bringing this man up to her room and all. Perhaps she should tell she wasn't feeling well, and that he should leave? No, she couldn't lie to him.

Out of the blue, Lucy felt his lips against hers. A warm, beautiful sensation flowed through her, as if she were back on the beach in the sun's rays. After a brief moment, Kvothe pulled back, gazing into her eyes. He was looking for something, probably for some signs of guilt. Although, that thought had passed her mind.

"You know, you're the first person outside my family I've brought up here." Lucy informed. Placing her hand on her neck, she lightly massaged herself. She was slightly nervous, for indeed, she hadn't brought anyone up here before. And she was just hoping the room was adequate enough for Kvothe's liking.

Taking another sip of her wine, Lucy released her hand from her neck. She turned her gaze towards Kvothe, smiling once more.

[Kvothe Ryn Valerian]

She hadn't kissed back, unfortunately, and whatever dissapointment he felt, he didn't show on his face, only moving back a bit, as to give her room.

"I'm the only person you've ever brought up here other then your family?" He said, in a bit of disbelief. She was a girl who seemed to trust, and love, far too quickly. He doubted this, but maybe he just had the magic touch.

Pfft. Right.

She looked nervous, and seemed to be looking around the room with, what seemed to be distaste. He loved small rooms like this, but it seemed like she was almost looking for approval.

"It's a very lovely room." He said, looking towards slowly around the room, admiring how clean it was.

He looked back at her, and she took a sip of her wine, and put her hand down from her neck. She looked towards him, smiling her smile again.

Kvothe didn't quite know how they should proceed. He had made the previous kiss pretty clear as to what should happen next, but she seemed to be taking things rather slow. Fine. He could do that as well.

"So," He said, taking a quick sip,"When did you buy this inn?"

He shifted his arm around once again, putting it around her lower back, and pulling her close. He sat down on the bed a bit, almost laying down, looking at her with an expectant gaze.

[lucy]

"Thank you." Lucy replied to Kvothe's comment on the room. She wasn't sure if she quite believed him, and that he was just saying that to make her feel better. Still, he was an honest man, and he probably wouldn't lie about something as silly as that. So, Lucy would have to take his word for it.

"So, when did you buy this Inn?" Kvothe asked, sipping his wine. Forwning at the memory, Lucy began her tale.

"Well, I actually didn't buy it. My Mother had owned it, before I was even born." Lucy spoke, feeling Kvothe's hand wrap around her lower back. As he reclined, Lucy mimicked his action, continuing her story. "When she passed away, I inherited the Inn. I was 17 at the time, and have been running it ever since." Scooting closer to Kvothe, Lucy curled up next to him, taking in his warmth. She lay her head down on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.

As the two lay in silence, Lucy began to hum the song she had been singing on the beach. She tried to keep her tone low, as to not disturb Kvothe. Even so, a few tears managed to escape her eyes, leaving drops on Kvothe's shirt.

[Kvothe Ryn Valerian]

She began to tell the tale, answering Kvothe's question about how she came into ownership of the Inn. It's rather strange for a inn to be out here, near the beach, but even stranger for a woman to be owning it by herself. It didn't look like she had much help, or bartenders. Perhaps they came later in the day?

"Well, I actually didn't buy it. My Mother had owned it, before I was even born." Lucy said, Kvothe's hand wrapping around her lower back. As he reclined, Lucy mimicked his action, continuing her story. "When she passed away, I inherited the Inn. I was 17 at the time, and have been running it ever since."

"Really?" He said, "How interesting."

She had laid her head upon his chest, the smooth cloth acting like a pillow. It was a sad tale, and she must've missed her mother very much. The girl was fairly young, it had probably only been a few years since her mother died. He pitied her, that she didn't get to see much of the world, and she was, chances are, still grieving. He knew better to ask about it though, as deep wounds such as these take long times to heal.

She began to hum a song, Kvothe noticed, as they sat there, and even though the hum was rather low, it seemed to invoke a rather emotional response from her, as tears started to patter onto his shirt.

He pretended not to notice, and instead only hugged her closer, both his arms wrapping around her. He, again, knew better then to ask her about the problem.

"It's okay..." He said, nesting his face into her hair, "It's okay.."

He waited a few minutes, and when the crying had stopped, he put one of his hands under her head, and moved her face up, by her chin.

Her eyes were red-rimmed and her face tear stained. He kissed her again, this time more passionately, softly caressing her cheek, wiping off a tear still rolling down. He kept kissing her, and put both his arms around her again, pulling her close, in an almost entrancing hug.

[lucy]

Sitting up, now on Kvothe's lap, Lucy kissed him back. She wrapped her arms around him, taking in his warmth. The sensational feeling from the previous kiss returned, only this time, with a little more passion. No, this kiss was far different than the first one. It was long and full of lust. A few more tears escaped Lucy's eyes, although, these were not from the memory of her mother. She wasn't quite sure where they were coming from, but they did have to do with Kvothe.

After a few minutes, Lucy pulled her lips back. She searched Kvothe's eyes, just as he had done before. Yet, she was almost certain she wasn't going to find any regret. Laying her head down on his shoulder, Lucy hugged him. As another dose of warmth drowned her, so did his scent. He smelled of vanilla and cinnamon, the perfect combo. She took another whiff of the aroma, almost choking herself.

Oh, how Kvothe was different. He wasn't like any other man she had met. Adjusting her focus, so that she could look at Kvothe, Lucy smiled. She never wanted him to leave, and that they could just stay in this position forever. Kissing and in love, care-free and alone. The mere thought of Kvothe taking off just made Lucy's heart ache. In fact, the whole idea of marriage didn't sound half bad.

Holding Kvothe tighter, Lucy lifted her head up. She faced him, there eyes meeting. Lightly, Lucy kissed him, releasing quickly. She would have gone longer, but something was one her mind, and she needed an answer.

"Kvothe, after all this, will you leave me? Will you leave and forget all about me?" Lucy asked, more tears blocking her vision. It had been fast, but Lucy loved him. She had never loved anyone before, let alone so quickly. Either way, she couldn't let Kvothe go.

[Kvothe Ryn Valerian]

She had stopped the kiss, but it had been passionate, and filled with lust. She had sat back, still hugging him, her head close to his chest.

He liked this girl. She was kind, beautiful, and definetly knew how to take care of herself. She seemed almost perfect, and he moved closer because of this.

She briefly squeezed him, and then lifted her head up. He was still looking at her, as he had been this entire time, and she kissed him quickly. She seemed to have a thought on her mind, and a questioning gaze greeted him as he left the embrace of her lips.

"Kvothe, after all this, will you leave me? Will you leave and forget all about me?" She had said. She had continued to have tears stream down her face. She seemed to be in love with him, Kvothe noted, and decided that he wasn't too far from in love with her, though, he thought, he may be blinded by pure lust at the moment. He didn't know enough about her to really decide one way or another, quite yet.

"Oh, honey.." He said, pulling her closer, putting his face to hers, "I will never leave you." He said the last part with sincerity, that surprised even him. He kissed her again, this time trying to get his mind off of thinking about her, and her mind from thinking about whatever was making her sad. She needed to do something enjoyable.

As he kissed her, he took one of his arms, and felt her body, his hands roaming her legs with sensual touches. He knew he could get her mind off this, and this option was readily available, and enjoyable.

His hands continued to move, and he kissed with more passion then even before, his other arm pulling her closer.

[lucy]

As Lucy kissed Kvothe, she wondered how long they would continue this. They were bound to be interrupted by a customer eventually. She could hear the hustle and bustle of life blossom out in the town, and the odds of someone walking into the Inn were increasing.

Suddenly, something didn't feel right. Something about having Kvothe in her room, and kissing him just felt...wrong. And Lucy began to wonder, if Kvothe had been telling the truth when he said he would never leave her. Although, he had said it with sincerity. Yet, she still felt like something was wrong.

Pulling her lips back, Lucy searched Kvothe's face for any signs lying. Finding none, she got up, positioning herself next to him. Gazing at the stairs, Lucy felt a chill run down her spine. She turned her focus back to Kvothe, a grinned slightly. Even though she was starting to feel uncomfortable, she didn't want Kvothe to feel the same.


OOC: Sorry it's such a short post, I couldn't think of anything x(

[Kvothe Ryn Valerian]

He could feel the day was wearing on. He was hoping they would be able to have some sex, but he supposed not. She was an emotional girl, and frankly, Kvothe enjoyed talking and cuddling almost as much as the other action.

She stopped kissing him, and looked into his eyes again. Those eyes, always searching. Her eyes scanned his face, and it seemed like she was again, questioning him on his loyalty towards her, and whether he would leave her.

She was starting to dart her head towards the stairs, expecting someone to pop in, and ruin the moment. She seemed nervous as well, almost anxious. He ran his hand down her back, feeling her shiver a bit.

"We could go downstairs, and you go to your job. Or we could stay up here, and do something a bit more interesting?" He said, sorely wanting her more and more, as she denied each advance he made. They still had plenty of time, and he pulled her close again, nestling her head in his chest.

(OOC: Short post, not much to say. And I think she's going to eventually kick him out the window for his advances. )