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Date Posted: 04:06:29 01/28/02 Mon
Author: Isobel
Subject: Let sleeping Isobels lie
In reply to: Rowan 's message, "Always expect the unexpected" on 00:30:46 01/28/02 Mon

Isobel was sleeping lightly when she heard someone splashing and giggling in the lake. She opened one eye and saw that it was Rowan and Tia spearfishing and... well, she thought they would soon be up to something else. She turned over, doing her best to tune them out, and dropped back into a light slumber.

Suddenly she was awakened by someone grabbing her! She had Muerte out in a flash and was about to stab the assassin who had accosted her through the neck when she realized just in time that it was Rowan! When the elf tossed her into the water she regretted not having stabbed him anyway.

She came up sputtering and amid his laughter let out the most vile string of curses she could think of. They were all in Espaņol, but even if Rowan and Tia couldn not understand them, their meaning was clear.

She shoved the hair back out of her face and considered splashing Rowan... but since he was already wet it would not have the desired effect. Still muttering and cursing (and the bastard was still laughing at her!), she waded to the shore, dropped Muerte onto her cloak, and began to wring out her hair. She bent down, squeezing water off her pantalones, and turned her body so he could not see what she was doing as she grabbed a handful of sand.

Then she stood, a sultry smile on her lips, her eyes dark and inviting as she moved toward him. Her hips swayed in promise of pleasures to come. She wrapped her arms around Rowan's neck, pressing her wet chest to his, her body warm against him despite the coolness of the water. She leaned her mouth to his, stopping just before her lips touched his. "Rowan... I have something so special to give you..."

Her lips barely brushed against his as she let one hand trail down his back, her other hand following. Just as he moved to press his lips more fully against hers, she pulled the back of his deerskin underpants out and dropped the handful of sand in.

She stepped back, grinning. "Is that sand in your pants, or are you just happy to see me?" She whooped and took off running.

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