Blah, blah, blah, that's all Demaht heard coming out of Tacky Hat's mouth. Looking at him again, she gave him a playful glare and stuck her tongue out at him. Stupid moral people. He looked like he'd be fun, but now he had to get all uptight and doom and gloomy. Jeez. "If ya hadn't noticed, he likes havin' his strings pulled," she told him, fluffing her hair. Blah, blah, blah again, going off on his moral high ground. Feh. All these people and controlling their desires. Where was the fun in that? People needed to not be so uptight. "An' I don't wear panties, thank you!"
Probably a bit too much information, but like she cared.
She did giggle when Tzak actually stared down at his lap and she honestly wondered, for all of a second, if he'd ever truly been acquainted with his little friend before. He'd been a chemically castrated eunuch for a long time, he'd told her, so she had to wonder. Still, he somehow managed to make the wish, and since he wasn't specific, she got to shape the wish how she saw fit. Holding out both hands, she conjured up two handfuls of gold and, since she had no pockets, she just shrugged and stuffed the majority of it down her top. So what if her boobs jingled when she walked now. She'd fill Tzak's pockets with the stuff later, and then he wouldn't have to worry about gold for a while, since he hated using her to make wishes for some reason. Bah.
"Good job. Now, sugar, let's be--whoa!" She blinked when Tzak grabbed a pillow, bid Nexus good night, and then grabbed her hand and took off. Whoa, indeed. Someone was eager. Of course, that was rather obvious, and she was rather proud of him for a few of his comments. Like her taking care of his problem. Heh heh. It was nice to hear him be so bold.
Even if it was just because he was intoxicated.
This was going to be a fun, fun night.
When Nexus gave her the okay, Niamh turned around, still blushing, and pulled her jacket around her a little tighter. That was when she finally opened her mouth, about ready to point out just how right she'd been and how wrong he'd been, but he got to it first. And her blush receded as she folded her arms over her chest and gave him a very smug grin. "Mhm. Well. Toldja so. There. That's all I'll say on the matter, I just wanted to be able to say 'I told you so' at least once, so there it is, I told you so. Alright, so that was three times. Still. I feel better now." Smiling, she approached him when he pa his lap. "Ideas? Hah. I think she only has one idea. Classy lady, that djinn. I knew djinn were no good. None of them are. She's poison for him..."
She shifted a little to help climb into his lap and get comfortable, then she leaned back against him...and smirked.
"I think I'd skip on the hitting you on the head part. You'd like that too much and you have too thick a skull, so I dunno if I'd be able to knock you out in one blow. I think I'd just sic Vec on you instead. That seems to be effective. But wow, still, I'm surprised. That djinn scare you? Because seriously. You hoping to never be like someone...that's not something I ever expected to hear from you." But she hugged him even as she said it, just to show she was teasing him.
Mercilessly teasing him, yes, but after everything that had gone down tonight and after being mercilessly ribbed by him, well, she had the right!
Then he was speaking again, and she blinked. He wanted to help Tzak?
Man, did the poor man need it...
"Well...it is kinda late anyway. Don't see where else we'd stay," she began, leaning her head against his chest. "But no...I don't mind. I think that might be a good idea anyway. But...Nexus...it'll be hard. The guy looks whipped, you saw how he sat in the ground instead of the chair. He acted like her dog more than her...lover? Are they even together? It makes no sense...it's a little sick. Honestly, I feel bad for him. He's under her spell, she's going to end up destroying him if he doesn't get away. That's just how djinn are..."
Then she gave a little yawn, relaxing. "He'd do good to just destroy whatever trinket he has that's binding them together," she said, absently tugging at the collar of her jacket to better hide her neck. She'd have to ask Nexus how long that would be there...
Even if part of her kind of liked it.
Ergh.
"So...yeah...I think it's for the best. It's not really our business, but..." She sighed. "I'd hope someone would be looking out for me, too, if I was ever in that situation. Not that...um...I ever would be...because I wouldn't get drunk and you wouldn't take advantage, soo..." Maybe they should have done more. But even if she hadn't seen everything, she'd heard it, and Tzak had sounded eager to go. There was probably just no getting through to him now. It would have to wait until later.
Maybe this was for the better in a way. In the morning, maybe he'd finally see the djinn's true colors and do the right thing--get rid of her.
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Soft early morning light filtered in from between the gaps in the curtains, birds were singing cheerfully outside, and Demaht was curled up like a cat against Tzak's bare chest and wearing the most contented smile she'd worn in ages. If she'd had the vocal capabilities in this form, she would have been purring like a cat as well, but for now she just settled for the cuddling, one arm draped around Tzak's middle to hold him close. She hadn't slept since Tzak had finally gone to sleep, didn't need to sleep a wink, but she'd stayed there through the night nonetheless. She hadn't wanted to move; there were few sensations better than the feel of bare skin against bare skin, and they were both quite bare beneath that blanket.
Well.
That had been something.
Tzak may have been drunk, things may not have gone as smoothly as they could have, but really, that hadn't mattered. After all, he was drunk and a virgin. It wasn't like she could expect him to have the technique of an incubus, and it wouldn't have mattered if he did, anyway, because she had gladly taken the reins and shown him--and told him--what to do. That was a role she was quite comfortable in; she was rarely ever passive.
For the most part.
And she certainly hadn't expected Tzak to last so long, either. Either there was something in the alcohol she wasn't aware of, or his being a eunuch for so long had fueled so many pent up emotions and desires that it kept him going. Oh, it didn't matter. Like she cared about the reasons. It had been great. A bit sloppy, but great. It wasn't like she had expected perfection...strangely, what mattered the most was simply that she had gotten to have him.
And she still had him now, naked and encircled by her arms. Just where she wanted him, right where she could keep him warm. The roaring fire she'd stoked in the room's fireplace was long since reduced to embers, the candles she'd lit little more than melted wax now, but who needed all that anyway? All he needed was her, right?
Smiling, she cuddled a little closer to him and absently brushed a hand through his hair, gazing up into his sleeping face. Maybe others had called him a statue before, but if he was a statue, he was a statue carved by one fine artisan--what the hell?
Demaht blinked at her own strange thoughts, her hand freezing in his hair. That...was weird. She couldn't remember a time when she'd ever felt so...poetic and cuddly...after a mind-blowing night of sex, never mind a clumsy but satisfying night of sex. Huh. Must just be because she'd had such a long dry spell. That was all. Yeah. Comforted by that thought, she continued running her fingers through his hair, just wanting to <I>touch him, a little anxious about him waking up. Hopefully he'd be sober. Hopefully he'd remember the fun they had, too.
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Like any morning, Niamh was awake with the sun, but she didn't actually get up right away. She kept her eyes shut and the covers pulled up to her nose, quite comfortable, content, and warm like that. Light. But it had been a while since she'd slept in a bed. The hammock was nice and all and good for cuddling, but a bed...dear Vec beds were nice. Didn't have beds in the middle of the forest or up in the mountains, so this was a nice treat and she was going to enjoy it.
They'd probably be traveling again soon after this, and who knew when their next bed would be.
Besides...she also sort of didn't want to move yet because she felt Nexus beside her, and if she pretended to be asleep, well...it was okay if she scooted a little closer to him and even snuggled into him a bit. For some reason, it was just easier to do that sometimes when she was "asleep" as opposed to awake. She was quite happy to stay like that, warm and comfortable and cuddled up against Nexus, but after a while, she decided it was probably time to wake up. Couldn't stay in bed all day, after all, no matter how cozy it was and how wonderful the company.
Unfortunately, she had a stomach that liked to growl at the worst of moments, like right then.
Niamh made a little grumbling sound back at her stomach and finally cracked her eyes open, looking up at Nexus and smiling--though the smile was hidden by the blanket. "G'morning..." she greeted quietly, voice a little muffled.
