Kudraana X Dmitriv
Drabbles
Kudraana sat on the draenic bench, Dmitriv's head situated in her lap, lambent blue orbs locked onto eachother. "Ei'sha." Murmured Kudraana, stroking Dmitriv's forehead softly, tucking whispy hair behind the other girl's horns. Dmitriv entwined her fingers tenderly with the other's. Speaking her native tongue in a hushed manner, Kudraana opened her mouth. "Nobody is supposed to know.. and yet you want to make public affections." Dmitriv, the younger and riskier draenei frowned, gazing up at her lover sentimentally. "C'mon.. it doesn't matter, nobody is around here! We can make public affections if we want to." Kudraana snorted before speaking. "Yeah, if you want to be exiled.." The older female murmured, placing a kiss on Dmitriv's knuckles. Dmitriv adverted her gaze, pouting at the ground. Looking into the distance at the large fungi, Dmitriv noticed a thick blue fog coming closer to Telredor, the safe haven. Shifting her head about in Kudraana's lap, Dmitriv closed her eyes. "Impatient girl.." Huffed Kudraana before cradling the back of the younger draenei's head like one would hold a young child. "You can't sleep here." Dmitriv fluttered her eyes open reluctantly, looking up at Kudraana. The magi pointed a finger down at Dmitriv, an icicle threatening to break off of it. Dmitriv sat up suspiciously, resting her head in the crook of the other girl's neck. "Now you wouldn't hurt me.." Dmitriv muttered in an almost seductive tone. She pressed her thick lips against the other female's flesh, nipping at it playfully with her front teeth. Kudraana shuddered, holding her breath. "What are you doing? Not now!" Kudraana scolded, scooping up the draenei. Kudraana then placed Dmitriv down beside her with a half-jokingly scowl. Dmitriv whimpered, frowning at the woman. Dmitriv then yawned, blinking. "Aana, I'm really tired.." The draenei called the other by her pet name. Kudraana looked at the girl with a concerned face. "Let's go to the sleeping room, then." Dmitriv caressed the jewel on her azure-silken turban, subconciously making sure that it was still there. They both stood up while Dmitriv possesively snaked an arm around her counterpart's waist.