A Natalilly Quick fic
Fiery passion
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Author's note: it's one of those bizarre things that pop into your head in the middle of nowhere, out of the blue and leave you laughing hysterically. It's more visual then verbal, but I hope I'm not the only one who can picture Moordryd's face at the end…
Phyrra smiled smugly, somewhat reminiscent of a highly complacent cat, and rested her chin on Moordryd's bare shoulder. She'd more then proved to the leader of the Dragon Eye crew she was as fiery as her crew and her name suggested, and also left no doubt that her desires were law. Whatever she wanted, she got, and she'd had Moordryd Paynn in her sights for some time now.
'You're not bad, Phyrra' He said stretching and pulling the covers over them both a little more.
She craned her neck to kiss his jaw line
'You're not bad yourself, Moordryd Paynn…' She said, smugly, walking her fingers over his chest 'In fact, you're almost as good as your father….'