Ravensblood Forest [M] lonely, lonely, lonely eyes

In the heat of the moment Screech wasn't listening to her pleas with his ears; his body reacted to every jostle of her own, rooting itself temporarily in place. But out of all the things Screech had become in his short life (a failed warrior, a failed medic, a failed brother,) he would be tacking one more thing to that list — a failed lover. 

He could not ignore her protests even if they were dwarfed by the give of her body. She did not have to demand freedom for long, for their youthful indescretion was over as soon as he'd made contact (or thereabouts). Screech sighed against her spine and murmured one exasperated plea of his own, You don't—you don't like it? but she was resisting and he, well he was just confused about everything. Nobody had taught him this.

But it was over just as quickly as it had started. She pulled one too many times away, and his grip around her ribs was weak enough to escape. Screech slipped back, hobbled a bit, and was standing stiff-legged behind Sorina in the next moment. He nudged her hip with his nose in a rare gesture of fondness, but he was oddly silent in the aftermath.