Excerpt from Chapter Eleven One Thousand Years Genesage
One Thousand Years: Genesage
He looked at her sitting there. Suddenly he leaned forward and kissed her. At least he tried to,
sort of. He miscalculated the distance and abruptly smashed into her lips as she was saying,
"nmmmmrrmmpphh".
Still it was a kiss, sort of.
Delilah backed up breaking their embrace and stood up quickly unsettled. Ezravivor naively
thinking this was his lucky night also stood up. He moved closer to D not being able to see the
reaction he had created on her face.
Delilah reached out to him and Ezravivor moved closer into her grasp and started to lean
forward to kiss her. He was fully committed and shifted his weight as he leaned towards her
closing his eyes. As he came forward she stepped back, grabbed his arms, shifted her weight,
twisted her hips and threw him over her thigh into the lake. It was easy for her as his
momentum carrying him past her into the water.
"That's what I thought you were thinking." ,
Said Delilah miffed.
Ezravivor never seeing it coming simply sat up in the water and considered his options. He
really did not have any experience with women and with a woman like Delilah he had never
been right in timing. He had been tossed into a shallow end and was recovering his
composure from awe struck puppy in love to something else when Delilah said,
"Don't ever try anything like that again."
Delilah scolded him forcefully. She was much older than Ezravivor and realized many years
ago he really was inexperienced when it came to women. She was from the Old World and
He was from the New. She full of experiences and he fresh and new as a new born lamb full
grown.
Ezravivor stood up. His brawny shoulders looked dejected. His robe was dripping wet and
looking soggy. He was the epitome of rejection and he sadly walked up out of the water
dripping on the rock as he went. So much for a perfect moment but he had been through bad
timing before. He knew he just had to try try again and one day he would get the timing right.
Delilah thought, how pathetic. She saw how miserable he looked and pitied him in some ways.
She almost felt bad for how she treated him, almost.
Suddenly Ezravivor grabbed both her arms and holding them tightly to her sides he leaned in
and didn't mash her lips this time. He kissed her hard and he felt her lips, her teeth, her mouth,
on his and as he did he lifted her straight up and cast her as hard and as far as he could from
him.
Fortunately she sailed fairly well.
Even more fortunate was the fact that Ezravivor was fairly strong and used to throwing things
away from him. After all he did have a brother and they did tend to wrestle. Fortunate also
was the fact that Delilah had her back to the water and Ezravivor paid enough attention to
throw her in the general direction of the water. It was also in Delilah's favor that no one was
around watching because as she was kissed she had slightly lost her breath and concentration.
As she was kissed she almost gave into the pressure of his mouth on hers so when he had cast
her, at that moment she had no balance, no sense of direction, and had flailed her legs and
arms like a cartwheel in the air till she landed in a deeper part of the water.
Sputtering gasping and mad as only Delilah could be she stood up from the water yelling at
him. Standing with hands on hips, dripping wet, she stomped in the water and splashed even
more. Her robe now was more than form fitting and Ezravivor couldn't stop laughing at her as
she continued her tirade.
He also admired her at the same time tilting his head in mock interest.
-Excerpt from Chapter Eleven of One Thousand Years: Genesage
sort of. He miscalculated the distance and abruptly smashed into her lips as she was saying,
"nmmmmrrmmpphh".
Still it was a kiss, sort of.
Delilah backed up breaking their embrace and stood up quickly unsettled. Ezravivor naively
thinking this was his lucky night also stood up. He moved closer to D not being able to see the
reaction he had created on her face.
Delilah reached out to him and Ezravivor moved closer into her grasp and started to lean
forward to kiss her. He was fully committed and shifted his weight as he leaned towards her
closing his eyes. As he came forward she stepped back, grabbed his arms, shifted her weight,
twisted her hips and threw him over her thigh into the lake. It was easy for her as his
momentum carrying him past her into the water.
"That's what I thought you were thinking." ,
Said Delilah miffed.
Ezravivor never seeing it coming simply sat up in the water and considered his options. He
really did not have any experience with women and with a woman like Delilah he had never
been right in timing. He had been tossed into a shallow end and was recovering his
composure from awe struck puppy in love to something else when Delilah said,
"Don't ever try anything like that again."
Delilah scolded him forcefully. She was much older than Ezravivor and realized many years
ago he really was inexperienced when it came to women. She was from the Old World and
He was from the New. She full of experiences and he fresh and new as a new born lamb full
grown.
Ezravivor stood up. His brawny shoulders looked dejected. His robe was dripping wet and
looking soggy. He was the epitome of rejection and he sadly walked up out of the water
dripping on the rock as he went. So much for a perfect moment but he had been through bad
timing before. He knew he just had to try try again and one day he would get the timing right.
Delilah thought, how pathetic. She saw how miserable he looked and pitied him in some ways.
She almost felt bad for how she treated him, almost.
Suddenly Ezravivor grabbed both her arms and holding them tightly to her sides he leaned in
and didn't mash her lips this time. He kissed her hard and he felt her lips, her teeth, her mouth,
on his and as he did he lifted her straight up and cast her as hard and as far as he could from
him.
Fortunately she sailed fairly well.
Even more fortunate was the fact that Ezravivor was fairly strong and used to throwing things
away from him. After all he did have a brother and they did tend to wrestle. Fortunate also
was the fact that Delilah had her back to the water and Ezravivor paid enough attention to
throw her in the general direction of the water. It was also in Delilah's favor that no one was
around watching because as she was kissed she had slightly lost her breath and concentration.
As she was kissed she almost gave into the pressure of his mouth on hers so when he had cast
her, at that moment she had no balance, no sense of direction, and had flailed her legs and
arms like a cartwheel in the air till she landed in a deeper part of the water.
Sputtering gasping and mad as only Delilah could be she stood up from the water yelling at
him. Standing with hands on hips, dripping wet, she stomped in the water and splashed even
more. Her robe now was more than form fitting and Ezravivor couldn't stop laughing at her as
she continued her tirade.
He also admired her at the same time tilting his head in mock interest.
-Excerpt from Chapter Eleven of One Thousand Years: Genesage
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