Taking The Fields By Storm (Open)

Edy fuck you <3 Right, because you were supposed to be broken-hearted, she almost said, but somehow wisely didn’t. “Ahh yes. Exercise, that’s what you were wanting. I could really tell, what with all that leaning back and not moving you were doing on my couch.” Edy rolled her eyes and huffed, but even Koel would know her well enough by now to know that it was all an act. Edy roamed that fine line between being bluntly honest, but also veiling a good portion of her actions. It was only when she really tried that her actions were properly veiled; most of the time her fucking around was blatantly obvious. To that fend, though Koel might have been using the Launceleyn girl as a distraction once again–this time for the nature of how they were going to keep surviving and not the death of Eris–Edy was merely doing whatever she felt like. Would it have been different if she knew that her presence in Koel’s life merely served as a temporary respite? Probably not. But it was fine that she didn’t know. As a blueblood herself and one with access to some of the best tutors (even if she wasn’t the best student), Edy never had to feign cleverness. And so as the odd sentence left the Overseer’s lips, for a moment she just stared at him, her brows knitting together in silent confusion. As it did dawn on her though, Edy’s mouth dropped slightly and her eyes sparkled with delight. “Well shit.” She breathed, her cheeks puffing up in a grin. For the nothing sort of idiot that Koel seemed to like pretending he was, he wasn’t. Not in the slightest. She still thought him a bit of a moron for breaking her wrist (looking back now it did seem decidedly out of character), but for the most part Edy hadn’t really met anyone yet who was as sharply witty as Koel was while still being fun (here’s looking at you, Loren). At his indignation, Edy cackled and shot a teasing hand out to push against his shoulder. “That is not true. I offered you aged and liquified rye in a precise ratio with ice. Which as you know is not easy to come by. It was basically a liquid dinner. So.” Shrugging her shoulders, she tilted her chin upwards defiantly. Who was Koel to say whiskey wasn’t a proper dinner? Though the Overseer took the most obvious route to her joke, Edy raised a brow and gave another one of her boney who-am-I-to-say shrugs. “Guess we’ll never know.” Something was off. Edy still couldn’t put her finger on it, but the way she could feel Koel pull against her, simultaneously feeling the increase in his breathing, made her not want to think about it. Fuck it. Or him. Or whatever. Drawing back close Edy pressed her lips against him with equal parts determination and pleasure. Her body sang against his, athletically coiling around him and pulling and tugging in all sorts of pleasing ways. Her tongue traced curse words inside of his mouth as her hands clawed at the back of his shirt, forcing it up so she could greedily paw at his skin. “Ko–“ She began to moan against him, before she suddenly jerked away. Turning easily in his arms to glance behind her, Edy’s dark eyes scanned the tree line. “Did you hear that?” She asked, not turning back around. Even so, her Chet rose and fell in steady pulses even as her hands continued to mindlessly knead against the muscles of his back.