Lion Head Mesa con[m]igo

belen was surprised and it showed in the blink of her eyes at the resistant touch of his small paws. she moved backward in the water and it lapped against them both. "i want each of you," the girl said defiantly, with a small lift of her chin in rebellion. "i would not offer if you did not intrigue me, noble one. but you are not sad in the way that he is, and that is what i want to mend." she felt ashamed; she burned with embarrassment. belen had overplayed her hand and now it would sour between she and the neb. she tried to gather her good humour back into the glassblue of her eyes. "suppose i did want to persuade you?" long lashes brushed her cheeks as the servant turned her preening to herself, working out a nonexistent tangle from her chest as her heart raced and she waited for gucci to answer.