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[CrimsonMoon]

" 'edgy and biting'... Hmm," she smirks suddenly and leans foreward, nipping his throat

[deepwallow]

Bishop flinches, not expecting the sudden bite, but he ignores the spark of pleasure. "Ow! Thats not what I expected!" He says

[CrimsonMoon]

" That was the 'biting' part," She smirks," still thinkig about the 'edgy',"

[deepwallow]

"Get back to me on that, will you?" He asks, rubbing the back of his neck she bit, but chuckling despite it. "Just, don't make it biting my neck. Repetition isn't very good for a comeback." he adds with an amused smile

[CrimsonMoon]

" I will get you... By..." She rubs her hands together and suddenly is pinning him beneath the furs, her hands on either side of his head," This. Doesnt the south know not to tease the dead?"

[deepwallow]

Bishop blinks and his eyes widen. "Well, the dead don't exactly do as you do down south. It's hard to learn when you have no example." He comments/teases with his amused smile returning and a shrug. While calm on the outside, those little warning signals were going off in his head again. D*** it, vows, I know already! Bishop thought back

[CrimsonMoon]

" Idiot, Black Brother," she smirks and leans closerto him," Foregetting your vows? Bummer..."

[deepwallow]

"Oh, I don't forget. I just wanted...." He trailed off before suddenly, without warning, he turned on his side and ended up laying onto top of her, his back to her stomach, grinning. "To have time to turn"

[CrimsonMoon]

She squeaks and laughs," So you will any way?" Her cold hands slithering under his armor, her hands felt ice cold but with a strnage warmth

[deepwallow]

"Nope." He said, grabbing her hands, ignoring... well, trying to ignore the warmth spreading through him. And the desire.

[CrimsonMoon]

" I doubt that," Her voice purrs kn his ear," I doubt that you'll keep your vows..."

[deepwallow]

"Do you now? Interesting theory." He said simply. He needed to think, otherwise.... No! No, she was wrong. Gods Dammit. Why wasn't he raging? His way of of things, or his family's anyway, was to yell and ht everything. Why couldn't he just do that here too? But, try as he might, his blood lust wouldn't surface. Oh, there was a lust there, but not the one he wanted, so he pushed it down.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Its mot a theory when its true , Bishop," Midna muses

[deepwallow]

"Mmmhmm" He hums, still holding her hands, though not too firmly. He sighed. Oh, how Gren would laugh at him now. Then again, Gren would probably give in. He never cared for the 'no kids' vows. Bishop never held him to them though. Gren was Gren.

[CrimsonMoon]

" So?" Her voice chuckles, her hands turning to gently hold his

[deepwallow]

"So what?" He asks, turning his head slightly to look at her with a raised eyebrow, holding her hands back unconsciously

[CrimsonMoon]

" Do you want to break your vows?" She teases , trying to sit up beneath him but failing. Only managing to press against him

[deepwallow]

Bishop breaths in sharply. "N-No." He says uncertainly. But then he shakes his head. "No." He repeats more firmly, cursing himself for his hesitation

[CrimsonMoon]

Midna frowns and murmurs," But... You're not a virgin... Are you?" A small laugh coming jnto her voice

[deepwallow]

Bishop frowns and looks at her again. "What part of 'do-not-have-a-wife' do you not understand? Yes, I am; because I don't want to have sex with any random girl like other moronic boys. And before you go making any snide comments on the fly, let's see if you can think of any I haven't heard before." He says