Adrianna

You find yourself in a field of summer grass under a sky so blue that no words can describe it. A sea of verdant and emerald swaying in the wind, dotted with wild yellow daisies and lush orange lilies. A tower stretches over the trees in the distance, but casts no shadow. A hand reaches out and tickles your neck from behind. You swirl and grasp for your absent sword. You have only a simple tunic, belted at the waist. The learner's garb.

In front of you, clad in the same and face pinched to keep from laughing is Adrianna. Her blue eyes dance with amusement and she lets finally releases a fit of giggles from seeing you start. You want to frown, but instead you start laughing too. A deep rich belly chuckle, the kind you haven't had since you were a child. It's freeing.

Adrianna spins gently in the grass with a lopsided smile on her face. Her humble clothes doing little to hid the lush breasts or swell of her hips from your predatory gaze. The tunic comes only to her mid thigh and your eyes trace the strong, yet feminine lines up her body. She stops spinning and meets your gaze. One eyebrow pops up. A challenge.

You dive after her, but she dashes away, weaving through the field, gathering flowers and threading them through her hair as she goes. You chase her, nipping at her heels, pinching her firm bottom. You find you love the chase nearly as much as what comes next. You tackle Adrianna with a twist as you fall, and she lands atop you, breathless, scarlet hair threaded with wild flowers and draped over the two of you like a cloak.

You pull her in for a kiss. Hot, warm and dizzying in its earnestness. This is life itself. You wind your hands through her long red hair, pulling her down and in. Leading her in this, teaching her as you will. Your tongue darts pasts her lips to dance with hers and she coos in surprise and delight. Your bodies press together, her softness meeting your hardness. Adrianna grinds her hips against you and your break from your kiss to stare into each others eyes. There is warmth in her gaze, but also heat. The promise of delights to be shared between new young lovers. You reach your hand to the hem of her tunic and-