And Serra quickly turned, before she left the room in haste. When she got to her own room she slammed the door and laid against it, her eyes still widened and her blushing not disappearing at all. Her heart was pounding heavily against her chest.
Andrew sighed and laid on his bed after finishing getting dressed, staring up at the ceiling. 'well that wasn't awkward at all' he thought to himself, then looked down at the bulge in his pants. 'Oh shut up, you. You've caused enough trouble tonight'
The dragoness walked towards the bed in her new room, she laid on it. Her towel still on, Serra wandered her look around the place, He'll think I'm a biiiiiiiig slut... she disappointedly thought.
as soon as Andrew had... calmed down physically, he walked over to the door to Serra's room, and knocking lightly. 'She probably feels even worse than I do...' he thought, sighing softly. 'I should say something to make her feel better at the very least...
Serra had managed to glue her eyes together into slumber. She was sleeping without any clothes on, only the covers of the bed around her body. She blinked as she slowly got up from the bed, "Damn I think I'm gonna use the towel..." she sighed silently, then went to pick the towel she had dropped next to the bed. Serra wasn't a very neat female for the fact, and she had been really tired after all her pursuits. Soon after she got wrapped in the towel she advanced to the door and opened it. "Uhm... yes, Andrew? Come on in..." she said and stepped sideways to let him in, holding the towel with one claw against her chest.
She wasn't really trying to cover herself at last, she was concerned at what he had to say so she wasn't paying attention that she was covering only from her nipples till below her knees, but quite upper about half of her prominent chest was sticking out into a very large and exposed cleavage.
Andrew blushed and stared at her slightly, shifting a little. "I just wanted to um... t'say... that um... that I don't mind that you... you came into my room by mistake... and that um... I don't think any less of you because of it..." he mumbled, trying not to stare at her chest. 'Great. Just Great. Now she thinks you can't get her tits out of your head.'
OOC: I'm kinda stuck until Herr Mullen posts again...
OOC: Why don't you PM him? Anyway I think Cal and I can wait a bit not to speed it too much.
IC:
Serra blinked at the small confession. "Uhm... I'm not... I mean I, uhh... well... I'll be more careful next time. Don't worry I'm okay. And..." she smiled a bit, "Thanks for caring" she said.
OOC: Merf? I'm confused. o_o;
Andrew smiled and nodded slowly, carefully keeping his eyes level with hers. "Um... I should let you get dressed or something then..." he said, turning to leave.
OOC: How many fingers can you- I mean what's the problem Cal?
IC:
"Wait!" Serra suddenly eeped. Her body made her shout, but her mind was confused: Why had she succumbed to it? She wasn't even planning that! What was she going to do now? Crap! What did I just do? she thought, starting to blush again.