Taking The Fields By Storm (Open)

Edy fuck you <3 The hunting metaphor just made the teenager roll her eyes. If this was Koel being clever, she preferred when he was just being his stupid self. "Again, last time I checked, you did come to me. I don't remember stalking much." She quipped, crinkling her nose. His wink however made her grin in earnest, and she beamed up at him. "I seem to remember something about a group called Maybe Edy Needs Some Action?" Smiling ear to ear, she playfully bounced her eyebrows as she shrugged her slender shoulders in a completely feigned display of coyness. "This isn't the 'but you didn't take me out for dinner first', speech, is it?" She joked. The reappearance of his accent had the teenager's face nearly split in two. Even Edy couldn't have quite said why it made her laugh so, but laugh she did. "Nah. You broke one of my bones. Thought I'd return the favour." She continued with a playful trill and toss of her head. Edy arched her back into his hands, happily kneading and licking and biting all that she could get her hands and mouth on. But then ... Something tickled in the back of her mind. Something she couldn't quite name or put a finger on. Edy normally didn't give much thought to situations like this, but there was something she felt– –or rather she didn't feel. Pulling back, colour high in her cheeks and her eyes sparkling slightly, Edy leaned back in Koel's arms to fix him a curious stare. Saying nothing, she just scanned the lines of his face for a moment, her dark eyes narrowing slightly as they returned back to Koel's blues.