//Independent Danny Sexbang rp blog.
I am not Leigh "Danny" Avidan, nor do I truly claim to be, I'm just a fan.
Unlike some of my other blogs, this one exists purely for the sake of fun and crack and stuff, and I'll get on it at my own leisure and stuff.
The Legend of the Unicorn Wizard
Every movement she made, had made him realize that this was going to be a hell of a lot harder than originally thought. What really starts to pain him after a while though, is the fact that at this point she’s essentially made to grind against him because of the horse’s bouncing steps in the thin line of snow. He’s finding it hard to concentrate on just about anything else at this point, and his fingers tighten slightly on her waist but he has to consciously prevent himself from squeezing harder than that so as to not give away his own frustration.
The Legend of the Unicorn Wizard
“That’s good.” she made sure everything was gathered up and when Sherlock was done eating she tossed the bag back onto the saddle. She ran her hands through her hair, tucking the ends into her hood and took the horn of the saddle and swung herself up onto the saddle. She waited for Dan to join her before making a slight face as he settled himself in up against her back. She exhaled, adjusting herself on the saddle before deciding that was good enough and she should stop.
She tapped Sherlock’s body and he lurched forward and she felt herself slide back further. As he walked, it was a casual trip up the mountain, but with the small lining of snow on the trail, Sherlock almost had more of a bounce to his step. As a result, there seemed to be much more friction between the two and she had to bite back a few noises. God how desperate was she? At least seven years without any intimate contact with another person? Oh yeah, she was pretty desperate.
Brooke breathed slowly, trying to calm herself but finding the task a bit harder then she had anticipated.
Every movement she made, had made him realize that this was going to be a hell of a lot harder than originally thought. What really starts to pain him after a while though, is the fact that at this point she’s essentially made to grind against him because of the horse’s bouncing steps in the thin line of snow. He’s finding it hard to concentrate on just about anything else at this point, and his fingers tighten slightly on her waist but he has to consciously prevent himself from squeezing harder than that so as to not give away his own frustration.
The Legend of the Unicorn Wizard
She never expected to wake up wrapped up in close to the wizard. In fact she never remembered falling asleep. She groaned softly as she tried to wake up and when he sat up, she slid off him, faceplanting into her bedroll before pushing back up, sniffing and rubbing the chill off her nose a little. She was still waking up when he spoke and she lifted her head, a soft, ‘huh?’ leaving her lips before rubbing her eyes again and speaking again, “mm…alright I suppose.” She said with a small teasing tone as she shivered, trying to get her body a little more warm before she finally got the energy to push up from the ground and stand, stretching.
“How about you Mr Wizard?” she chuckled, walking over to do a quick brush down of Sherlock, getting the small ice crystals off his pelt and mane before throwing the saddle over the thick blanket. It would make the ride warmer for him, but the way the saddle would sit, would press her back again, regardless of the angle of the mountain. It was a small price to pay to make sure the horse stayed warm.
She set one of the bags down on the ground, opening it and letting Sherlock eat before they took off for the day. “So we’re getting close?” she asked, turning to look at him as she threw her hood up over her hair and slipped into a pair of gloves so her hands. “Did you want a pair?” She offered, reaching into the bag. She had literally brought anything he might need, not knowing how long the trip would take. Even a change of clothes should he want it.
“I slept better than I ever had in centuries.” He grinned gathering up his cloak once again enchanting it, and keeping himself nice and toasty, and shaking off anything else that may be unwelcome on his person and letting off a roaring yawn. This whole endeavor worried him though, because he was beginning to suspect he would grow close to the Queen, which was a thought that worried him to no end. Dan didn’t want to get close to another person in the way’s he had in the past, he didn’t want to be close just to watch them die.
“It was probably because I was in the company of the most beautiful thing on this mountain at the moment.” He teased, and stretched himself out, cleaning up their mess and his unused bed roll, he let his thoughts drift for a moment before coming back to reality again before handing her her bedroll back. "It seems that way, yes. I won’t complain though.“ Not yet anyway, not until it hurts. He’d been so careful too, trying to avoid this very situation he was getting himself into.
"I should be fine thank you.” He smiled, and eventually they were both on horse back together again, but this time she seemed permanently pushed back against him because of the position of the saddle– this might get awkward.