Underestimating Elflings
Perhaps one should simply be wary of anyone with a touch of the fey.
The Elfling called before I got on the bus, asking if I would like to be seen off at the bus station (since I had expressed sadness at being canceled-on by the Demon).
Stopping at her place I was greeted with sharp, biting kisses, and the observation that except for at the party I haven’t kissed her feet all visit. We rectified that, left some marks on each others’ flesh, and she demonstrated why she had told her boyfriend she wasn’t going to cut her nails as he had asked until my visit was over.
Her new boy is opposed to her having sex with me, although he is more comfortable than her old one with her playing “Schrödinger’s Switch” with me than her previous beau. He seems to intellectually perceive me as no threat, but his gut is yelling “My Girlfriend!” and I happen to think that is entirely legitimate (and, indeed, healthily self-aware).
Aside from that, both the Elfling and myself independently came to the conclusion that having sex (while something both of us want) is not the best idea for us right now. It’s a shame that the promise of Dionysian abandon was raised, but both of us were working from the perspective of the limits imposed by the previous relationship being no longer operative, rather than taking into account the realities of the new relationship. So while the desire remains strong, and both of us could easily find ways to forget where the lines are, neither of us thinks this is a good idea.
Still, it was nice to have someone drop me off at the bus and keep me company, it’s something I’m very fond of, and haven’t really had since my ex and I broke up. Having a pretty brunette kneel at your feet and alternately pinch and massage your legs while waiting for a bus back to a job you don’t want is always a nice extra, of course.
