A Century

He rolled his eyes, searching half heartedly for his outfit.

"I doubt there is a time you are not alert, Asema."

Asema's smile faltered a little, but she kept it up. She reached forward for his arm, hoping to stop him. "Do you positively need that?" she asked with a soft frown.

Aluraune blinked, carefully thinking it over; did he? It was more of a comfort...

"Well...I suppose not..."

Asmea's frown instantly turned into a wide small. "Brilliant," she breathed, lazily putting an arm around his shoulders.

He shuddered a bit at her touch, still unused to the feeling of proximity. Despite that, he still allowed himself to lean into it.

"How so?" he mumbled

"Well," she murmured, fingers sliding across the skin that his unbuttoned shirt let show, "I like touching your skin far more than your... metal." She was only teasing of course, but it was true.

Aluraune shuddered again, though this time, it had less to do with the unfamiliar feelings.

"Well...anything to please you, of course, Asema..."

She smiled and gently pushed his chest down, wanting him to lie with her. "Hmph," she murmured, looking at him again. It seemed she didn't have enough time whilst he rested.

He laughed quietly, not finding it in himself to move.

"Can I help you, m'ladie?" he teased, shifting to give her a better view

Asema giggled again, though this one had a bit more heart to it. "Of course," she murmured, forcing herself up, weight on one hand, the other on his chest as she hovered over him. She stared down at him with a soft grin. "You could think of a few ways, I'm sure."

He felt what little blood within him run into his face, averting his eyes.

"Oh, but...I am so uncreative..."

Asema chuckled and shook her head, leaning in a bit closer as she hovered her lips over his. She paused for only a moment, then kissed his lips lightly, actually slightly afraid.

Aluraune breathed out sharply, body stiffening momentarily--he was very unused to it. It only took him a moment to lean up, letting his lips lightly press back. He hoped he had done the right thing,

Asema smiled when she pulled back. "Relax," she murmured, kissing him again. She thought to say something else, but wouldn't dare break the kiss and would look like a fool if she tried.

He nodded coyly, beginning to like the situation he was in.

Asema's mind quickly drifted, her entire self no longer aware of anything. It made her feel vulnerable, but for the moment, with the wolf guarding them, she didn't mind.

Aluraune stifled a lazy yawn, his back to the cave wall, his eyes on the entrance. There had been very little excitement in his life of late, but he was content to remain in his haven.

Aluraune stifled a lazy yawn, his back to the cave wall, his eyes on the entrance. There had been very little excitement in his life of late, but he was content to remain in his haven.

Asema let out a breath, it moving her fringe to the left some. She giggled softly before she finished ripping her dress to accommodate herself. She had bought one she enjoyed dearly, but it was too long in both sleeve length and length of the front.

So, she had ripped the front to about mid-thigh, leaving the back long and tattered, and the sleeves were ripped to the collar bone, but she kept the lace and made gloves for herself from the sleve's lace.

Aluraune looked at Asema out of the corner of her eye, getting used to her odd habits. Habits or no, it was still a comfort to have someone else around him--even when that someone seemed to cause problems he had never dreamed he would have.

"Good morning, Asema."

Asema turned from outside the cave with a gentle grin. "Lovely night tonight, isn't it?" she asked as she strode gracefully to him. Once she arrived in front of him, she knelt down and smiled at him, brushing a lock of her hair back from her face and behind her ear.

Aluraune looked away for a moment, at a loss for any intelligent answer. Asema seemed to have that effect on him, whether she was being serious or lighthearted.

"It is, though, after a while, all the nights seem to either be nice, or boring."

Asema tilted her head, then plopped herself down on her bum, letting her legs cross. Her smile faded and she pushed her hair to the side again. Her gloves covered only her fingers and seemed to be as cold as her skin.

"Is everything all right?" she asked with true concern.

Aluraune laughed lightly, shaking his head; he was so awkward sometimes. He had meant it as a passing comment, but he had already managed to steer the conversation into a nonexistent worry.

"Oh, yes, I am fine. I am sorry. I am a very bad conversationalist, occasionally. There is nothing to worry about."

"I know," Asema teased with another giggle, then closed her eyes and tilted her head to the side. "I just... want you to confide in me."