Masha tugged at the ends of her dress worrying it might be a little too much for a first date. Not that she had ever been on a date. Or that this was a date. This was a job, just a job. It didn't matter if her partner was a drop dead gorgeous man. She bit her lip as she waited outside the gates of the haunted fairground. It wasn't fair. How could one man, who was shorter than her and a goody goody mage, tie her into such knots? She was supposed to be the one who tied men into knots. She looked down at herself, adjusting her chest to make sure it looked good. The front of the dress covered nearly everything except for the keyhole that showed off her cleavage. When you got to the back however, the party really began. It revealed pretty much everything. Masha liked it very much. She only worried that Ruvel might not. He seemed very traditional.
She struggled to calm herself down. It wasn't a date. Just a job. They were to spend the night in a 'haunted' amusement park. Nothing intimate, nothing untoward. Then why did she keep having visions of waking up next to Ruvel? Or being twined with him? Curse the stupid scientists. This must be their fault. Yes it was their fault! Ruvel was just a man who happened to make their machinations go into overdrive. She wasn't really attracted to him and this job would totally prove it. Her heart was beating extra fast. It was almost like she was nervous. There was no way. Masha didn't get nervous when meeting a man. Not when the man was a goody goody mage anyways. Her nervous energy had her pacing back and forth in front of the gates. Had she arrived too early? Had Ruvel decided she wasn't worth it? Was she overthinking things?
Masha patted her cheeks, ignoring the wolf whistles a few passersby gave her. She did not like Ruvel. Nuh uh. No way. She tried not to remember the feeling of his scared hand against her cheek. Or the soft words praising her inner beauty. Masha struggled to maintain her disposition of disinterest in this mage. Tried to push back the memory of him saying he wanted to play with her hair, of the thrill those words had sent careening down her body. What's more, Ruvel didn't regard her as an object to be used and thrown away. Too many people had regarded her as merely a ditz, nothing deeper than the beauty of her skin. A deep blush colored the skin of her cheeks. She did not like Ruvel. It was becoming a mantra she repeated to herself even as she wondered how he would take the real Masha. The wedding might have provided him with a false image. Masha was an extremely sexual being. Being modest, being traditional simply wasn't in her. She ignored the tiny voice that whispered she would be willing to try or at least compromise.
There was one way to prove she wasn't into Ruvel. She just had to snag a passerby. Masha began scanning the passing faces for someone she might want to make out with. Too tall. Not masculine. Not feminine enough. No jaded look in their eye. Not the right hair. Those eyes were the same color. "Oh fuck me." She muttered to herself, plopping down on a bench. She was looking for Ruvel traits in everyone that went by. Stupid, stupid, stupid girl. She didn't want Ruvel. She couldn't. They were from two different worlds. He would never understand what she was like. Masha sighed, leaning forward. There was an absent wish that her hair was loose so it could block out the world. She might be falling for a fucking goody two-shoes mage. Her life was over if that was the case. Masha shoved her hands under her thighs as she waited for that gorgeous male to appear and sweep her off her feet. Might as well enjoy it while she could.
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She struggled to calm herself down. It wasn't a date. Just a job. They were to spend the night in a 'haunted' amusement park. Nothing intimate, nothing untoward. Then why did she keep having visions of waking up next to Ruvel? Or being twined with him? Curse the stupid scientists. This must be their fault. Yes it was their fault! Ruvel was just a man who happened to make their machinations go into overdrive. She wasn't really attracted to him and this job would totally prove it. Her heart was beating extra fast. It was almost like she was nervous. There was no way. Masha didn't get nervous when meeting a man. Not when the man was a goody goody mage anyways. Her nervous energy had her pacing back and forth in front of the gates. Had she arrived too early? Had Ruvel decided she wasn't worth it? Was she overthinking things?
Masha patted her cheeks, ignoring the wolf whistles a few passersby gave her. She did not like Ruvel. Nuh uh. No way. She tried not to remember the feeling of his scared hand against her cheek. Or the soft words praising her inner beauty. Masha struggled to maintain her disposition of disinterest in this mage. Tried to push back the memory of him saying he wanted to play with her hair, of the thrill those words had sent careening down her body. What's more, Ruvel didn't regard her as an object to be used and thrown away. Too many people had regarded her as merely a ditz, nothing deeper than the beauty of her skin. A deep blush colored the skin of her cheeks. She did not like Ruvel. It was becoming a mantra she repeated to herself even as she wondered how he would take the real Masha. The wedding might have provided him with a false image. Masha was an extremely sexual being. Being modest, being traditional simply wasn't in her. She ignored the tiny voice that whispered she would be willing to try or at least compromise.
There was one way to prove she wasn't into Ruvel. She just had to snag a passerby. Masha began scanning the passing faces for someone she might want to make out with. Too tall. Not masculine. Not feminine enough. No jaded look in their eye. Not the right hair. Those eyes were the same color. "Oh fuck me." She muttered to herself, plopping down on a bench. She was looking for Ruvel traits in everyone that went by. Stupid, stupid, stupid girl. She didn't want Ruvel. She couldn't. They were from two different worlds. He would never understand what she was like. Masha sighed, leaning forward. There was an absent wish that her hair was loose so it could block out the world. She might be falling for a fucking goody two-shoes mage. Her life was over if that was the case. Masha shoved her hands under her thighs as she waited for that gorgeous male to appear and sweep her off her feet. Might as well enjoy it while she could.
Total: 680