Hands' Embrace
Carmichael
I yawned, lifting myself lightly out of bed. I glace around the house. I reached down to grab my clothing, when my wristband chirped. Wristbands are a unique thing I created for my guild, which allows me to talk to all my guild members.
"Aris! Morning!"
I smiled, it was my girlfriend, and soon-to-be wife, Niam. "Hey there."
I could hear a smirk flavoring her words, "Are you naked?"
"Yes, I am, but for a different reason than you think, I don't sleep clothed."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I never told you that?"
"Nope."
"So, you free for the evening?"
"Nope, I'll be training all day."
I smirked, most people think of it as odd for me to have such a dirty mind, and be an Acolyte, "So, no couple's yoga tonight?"
She giggled girlishly, causing a few of my features to harden... My determination.
"Nope, none tonight, sweetie. Can I get a rain check?"
I smiled, "Sure, we'll talk later?"
"Don't we always?"
"It's not always talking..." That one carried an innuendo.
She sarcastically gasped, "You're not such a holy man..."
"I am being clean-minded, though, we fight monsters, too."
I heard her laugh get drowned out by a monster's shriek.
I stepped outside the house, after having dressed, and saw what can only be described as an umbrella demon hop toward me in a clog. Clogs make for lousy balance, so I gracefully dodge blow by blow, bringing my Sword Mace, heavily modified, to strike at the beast. Now, paper umbrella demons don't look very threatening, and they're usually slow, but this one managed to clip my shoulder, and sent me spiraling to the ground. I hoist myself up, and ready some magic, preparing for the worst.
Our violent dance continued for what seemed like hours. Dirt, mud, and blood spilled at our feet, and gets kicked up as we traded blows, dodging occasionally, and striking at a moment's notice. I sighed with exhaustion, and felt anger rush out of my hand to fuel my healing, and close a minor shoulder wound. The demon lunges, loses balance, and lowers his guard. I parry and sidestep, and bring the bladed mace down onto its tip, shattering its base, and sending it tumbling to the ground, defeated and broken. I kneeled over, prodded the demon with my weapon, and retrieved a small section of its parchment, and began my stroll into town.
Amatsu is a quiet town, compared to the bustling streets of Prontera, and is a nice place to stay. Not to mention they serve excellent sushi. I could hear a small portion of some Thief's conversation, although it didn't quite pique my interest. I glanced at her, and she smiled lightly in my direction, acknowledging my presence. I return the smile and look around for something of interest.
I smelled her perfume before she jumped at me, but I've got slow reflexes, so I can barely turn to see her in time to prepare... We both tumbled to the ground.
Niam smiled at me, "Hey there, handsome."
I couldn't help be return her smile with my own, "Hello, ma'am."
She coughed delicately, "Sir Acolyte, would you please move your hands?"
I slid my hands off of two very round, soft, and comforting things, "My apologies."
She smirked, "Don't apologize, I enjoyed it. This isn't the time, or place."
She climbed off of me, to which my testosterone protested, and the Thief gave me a knowing smile.
I got into a sitting position and felt Niam's loving presence beside me. I felt her warm lips brush my cheek. I glanced at her. Niam's only slightly shorter than I am, maybe two or three inches, and has hair extending beyond her shoulders. Her hair is a beautiful shade of silver, which reflects like almost with an almost ethereal sheen. She eyes, when not masked by sunglasses, are a brilliant shade of blue, a very light color, and compliments her hair and robes perfectly. She was also an Acolyte, and her robes were of a lighter color than mine. Her face contained all the cute little details you would expect from someone's younger sister, or perhaps a school cheerleader. Despite her cute looks, she had a fighter's build. Her sculpted muscles and lean frame set her apart from the other acolytes I've seen.
She smiled at my stare, "You're drooling, Aris."
She leaned over and planted her lips o mine, and she began to look me up and down. I'm a fairly tall individual, about six feet tall, and have soft facial curves, making me seem somewhat feminine. It's alright, though, 'cause I wear a ribbon. My hair falls in clumps over my face, easily covering a little under half of my face, including on of my eyes, and it's green, just like my brothers. My robes are always dark, no matter the lighting, but still have the glow of light colored materials. Her build is lean muscle, sculpted by many melee battles. I don't do as much blunt fighting. Where she holds strength, I hold agility, grace, and speed. I have very strong legs, sculpted not from battle, but running and dodging.
We sat there, idly chatting amongst ourselves for a moment. "Why aren't you training, love?"
"I was going to, but I saw you ambling by, so I decided to leap into action."
"Dear, stop being so literal."
She smiled in response, "Well, I'm off."
I got up and extended a hand to her, helping her up. I don't care if people think I'm a pervert, I'll be a gentleman everywhere I go, and treat ladies as one should. We met in a light kiss, and she walked off past the gate.
After selling some excess materials in the tool shop, I stepped outside...
And into the rain.
I saw her running toward me in a full sprint, her white robes leaving little to the imagination while wet. She slid to a stop, and we made our way back to my house, both using magic to fuel our speed. I got there first and held the door for her.
See? Gentlemanly, that's me.
She discarded her robes, which were all she way wearing, into a messy, wet pile on the floor. I discarded a large portion of my clothing, also, and went to retrieve new clothes. I pulled a spare one of her and my robes from the closet and tossed them at her. "Here, let me start a fire." I wandered over to my fireplace and began a fire. When I returned she still wasn't clothed. She pulled herself off of the ground and strut over to me, the fire's light and the coloration of the room did interesting things to her legs. "C'mon, love, let's get you out of these wet clothes." She pulled the damp shirt I had on and tossed it into her pile of wet clothing, and went for my pants. I tried to resist, but it died the split second I felt her warm hands underneath my clothing, and tossed my pants onto the growing pile of laundry.
She drew me onto the floor, and I realized that in this world, there's nothing better than someone's hands' embrace.
So far so good, I'm hoping for more to come. Feel free to comment in a review with any critism. Cronstuctive critism is requested.
