The meeting ended and Portia said goodbye to little Hvitserk before sending him on his way. When she stood, she looked to Dio and tilted her head. "Mind a walk, hun?" she asks, tail wagging behind her. It was a question, but she fully intended to find a walking buddy. Though she did enjoy time alone to find new herbs and collect plants, she'd be lying if she said Dio wasn't good company. Plants couldn't talk, after all-- and not everything was about botany all the time. She nudges his shoulder playfully in order to fully persuade him to walk with her, dancing somewhat away as she bounced a few steps forward, turning to make sure he was following. 

"Just for a drink!" she adds in a chirpy voice, smiling sweetly and batting long eyelashes at him. It was all for fun, really, but she had a bit of extra energy today.

Pleased that Dio had followed, Portia walks with a mischievous glint in her green eyes, tail wagging. When he nips her shoulder, it comes as a surprise for a brief moment, but relaxes back into a sort of normality once again. She side-eyes him for a moment before breaking into a quick sprint, bounding a few yards away before turning, bowing, and letting out a low growl-- not threatening at all. Her tail and rump sway together as she waits for him to accept her invitation and, if he does, take off! She's not a terribly fast long distance runner, but is mighty quick when it came to avoiding. Dio had all the qualities of a proper fighter, so she wondered if he'd be able to catch up and bring her down. She assumed so, but the chase was half the fun. 

Sure enough, Portia's short little legs gave her the disadvantage. Though her quickness gave her a bit of a head start, Dio's size matched her short strides easily, and soon he was right beside her. She let the nips slide, not at all upset with any extra attention, and continued to run. Her pace slowed slightly since her endurance was truly something to laugh at, and as Dio began to lean against her she gave a heavy huff. She slowed even more as his weight bared down on her legs, and (to the best of her ability) she attempted to fight back. 

As the Gona pressed against her, she collapsed purposefully(though she probably couldn't withstand much longer anyway), twisting to nip playfully at his chest and lower jaw, but careful not to aim directly at his throat-- that was precious territory. Her movements were graceful as always, though they served little purpose other as she was now on the ground. No matter, she tried all the same.

Not once did Dio come off as rough or overbearing, though if asked Portia would hardly deny she liked anything rough-- although it had to be just the right amount. Regardless, he was playful and gentle but had just enough brute force to make it worth her while. Portia was stubborn and mischievous, and was quite offended by others letting her win. She had no problems losing, but she was a lady, and ladies could lose or win just fine on their own.

She got the best of him for a moment, a few of her nips landing squarely on his chest. He arched as not to avoid them, but as if to cause her to avoid something-- and she noticed it. The freckled Skayona was too polite to ask why right then and there, but nosey enough to make a mental note of it. Perhaps he was just letting her get a few hits on him, even for a moment, and she'd easily take that for an answer-- but it was worth noting.

When Dio finally struck back, he aimed for her face, causing a quick, feminine wiggle in the woman before his attack hit. It almost took her by surprise-- even after all this Dio somehow hadn't seemed so personable to her-- but the closeness didn't appear to give him any sort of problems. In her shock-- even though it was momentary-- she'd stopped pressing back, making it even easier for the man to push her to the ground, her muzzle moving away as his nipped at it. Her only possibly attack were from her feet, her face preoccupied by the lick-nips. She pushed against his chest and stomach with all her might, though they were short and would probably do little. A few breathy laughs escaped her, her muzzle still moving to avoid him, but still pressed to the ground.  

He began to laugh at her! Or maybe with her, she couldn't tell, but her face contorted into playful disbelief and annoyance-- like she couldn't believe that he would dare laugh at such a woman like herself. When he stepped away, her muzzle lifted away and she batted long, black eyelashes over her bright green eyes dramatically. She had laid neatly as he moved around, her paws crossed dramatically and her hind legs twisted to lay to one side. She pulled it off rather well, but her smile broke through one too many times though for it to look believable... she still felt she was at least grabbing some sort of attention.

As he bounced around her, she couldn't help but break the act completely, finding it too utterly amusing to hold up her own antics. The Skayona was tempted to dart away, but was still winded from their first run-- instead opting to leap directly at him. She moved quickly, bouncing up and towards him-- landing just in front of him before leaping backwards. She fell to a play-bow, rump swaying. She was not made for defense, in any way, but it was more fun.

She did another quick hop forwards and backwards, her front falling again to the ground. She let out a light growl, a final invitation to bring it on.

He was too study and too heavy to shake him off, his licks covering her ears. It tickled-- unsurprisingly-- and caused her to go into a fit of giggles, wiggling beneath him as she tried to grab some sort of composure. When she'd resisted the urge to wiggle-- for just a moment-- she twisted her head to nibble playfully at his jawline, ears flattened in an attempt to keep them away from him. Her tail continued it's frantic, cheerful wag beside her, but the urge to wiggle in a ticklish fit was repressed for the time being. 

 

He seemed conflicted, and his actions showed that. He came closer, then moved away, then closer, and then away again. He stared at her, though the thought of him lingered against her cheek. Her eyebrows furrow as she stared at him, tail swishing. She shifts, laying with her hind legs beside her but her front legs crossed.

"Got somewhere to be, hun?" she asks, letting out a heavy breath as her ears cup forward.

She studied him as he spoke, and his nudge caused a gentle prick along the furs on her spine. Her lips copied his smirk, but hers was softer. "Soon isn't now," she stated, her own nose finding the jut of his jawline, her teeth gently preening at the furs along it. Her muzzle trailed down just barely before she pulled her head away to look at him, her green eyes glinting in the sun, an eyebrow raising ever so slightly. "I've got nowhere to be," she said, an invitation of sorts.

He joked, whispering 'see' like it was in fact her fault that he was still here. Like she'd done this whole thing... she had, of course, but she was only the best at manipulation-- especially when it came to men. "That's not my fault," she purred, soaking up the extra attention she was receiving. Her tail waved for a moment, tilting her crown back as the distance between them became less and less. Normally, around this time, she'd turn and draw him closer still, preening his fur and offering him soft kisses to his jaw and neck. When she'd stop, she'd linger for only a moment before she'd turn and leaving-- the most important part of the chase. Sometimes it ended up taking a bit longer than she'd wanted it to, but it always made the end-result that much better. They worked for her, she was no easy prize. Or maybe she was, but this way she didn't feel like it.

But she couldn't. She did turn and she did preen gently at his fur, pushing her chest closer to his-- but she couldn't leave. Her mind willed her to, because it was simply the next step, but she couldn't. Instead of backing up, her paws brought her forward, stepping between his as her kisses moved to his shoulder, letting out a soft growl.