Ay dios mio,Oh my god, she thought, her gaze narrowing on the two boys with exasperation. A que ha llegado mi vida.What has my life come to. Flirting with strange men had never been a game that she particularly enjoyed, but one she played out of necessity when she had to. There was no real affection in the way she played these two idiotas against each other, just a purpose. They could have been anyone, and as long as they had a pair of family jewels hanging between their legs that she could lead them by, they would do just fine for her purposes.

The gold colt is first to speak and her gaze roves back to him. She daren't smile at him and risk encouraging him further, but the desire to do so glitters in her dark eyes anyway. Gothy? ¿Qué?What? Her brow quirked up in confusion at the term and some of the endearment she'd felt for the bold little colt faded. ¿Ya no enseñan a los chicos a coquetear?Don't they teach boys how to flirt anymore? She couldn't tell if he was trying to flirt with her or insult her. He wasn't doing a great job at either one, and she was ready to return her attention back to the exotic adult when the boy spoke again, removing any doubt she had as to his intentions.

The subtle threat dripped out of his mouth with all the false bravado of youth and the warmth she'd showered on him thus far freezes in place. Did he really think that she was going to wait around these losers for Fall to hit? Switch wasn't an idiot, and she knew better than to trust either one of these pendejos once hormones started flying around. They both had a set of balls that would lead them astray faster than she could say boo. Her petite ears tip beneath the waterfall of charcoal mane and she detaches from the boy's side with a sneer.

Switch did not yet feel as though she was in over her head, but it was plenty evident now that she needed to be careful lest she tumble in too deeply with these men. As she turns away from the boy, she casts a surreptitious glance toward the treeline, hoping that she could spot her amor there and be done with this whole charade. All she needed was one scrap of jealousy that she could play on to spur him upward to his rightful place in the hierarchy.

Not finding him, she cocks one ear back toward the boy as he spits words at her again, and does her best to temper the sudden desire to level blows against his pale hide. He was worse than Fuego in the manners department, and it had taken nearly a year for her to wrangle even the worst of her son's fire in. What are you going to teach me, he asks, and she laughs throatily, a tight smile crinkling the edges of her eyes. "Nada, niñito."Nothing, little boy. I am not your madremother. And I pity the woman that is." She said wickedly, the impish smile returning to her lips. Like a small dervish, she dances away from the boy to circle back to a similar spot on the spotted male's side, placing Khajiit between her and the boy, just in time to spit one last insult over his back. "I would run away too if I had to lay claim to you."

Her attention then snaps to the black dotted stallion and her gaze narrows. As much as flirting with him was entertaining, it also wasn't earning her Fiero's jealousy. Esto no es suficiente.This isn't enough One solitary moment precedes her next choice, and while she will probably choose to regret it later, she doesn't hesitate now. If he can keep this little mamonsucking child away, he can stay a while. She thinks to herself while curling her lithe dancer's body against his own, fitting her much smaller figure against the lean lines of his body.

This man is no Fiero and therefore, does not feel like home, but she'd be lying to herself if there wasn't a thrill of the unknown to touching him. Like wrapping her hands around a live wire and hoping that it didn't end up shocking her.

Choosing to ignore the colt for the time being, she tips her head up to favor the curly-eared man with a flutter of her lashes. In a perfect world, her clear preference and proximity to the non-mouthy and much more mature stallion would serve as a dismissal for the boy, but she knew she was courting risk to play so boldly now. Peering up at the speckled man through a fringe of thick forelock, she can't help the laughter that sneaks back into her tone. "An awful lot of words to see if I know your name cabróndumbass." Despite the insult, there is no malice in her tone now, only bold confidence and the pleasure of mutual flirtation. Even though a part of her had bristled at his implication that she was covered in the scent of Lagoon men, this boy could still have his purposes. "Maybe you should stop rubbing your nose on all the niñosboys," Switch grins wickedly as she reaches out to nibble at the point of his shoulder. All she needed was for him to get handsy, maybe rub a little of his musk over her coat and then she could seek out Fiero herself and do what needed to be done. Before pulling away, she trails her muzzle up his alabaster neck toward his exotically curved ears to murmur quietly into the space between them. "And caress me instead."

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