No Escape (T'mund)

[Kisha-Ra]

Facts were starting to drift through the foggy, lethargic mind of a certain greenrider, such as the fact that it was getting cooler now, he seemed to be outside, and from the places the cooling breeze was touching K’fuzzi was forced to conclude that he was almost certainly totally nude. For some reason none of this really worried him right at the moment. In fact he was far more interested in the person he was snuggled up to, half sprawled across really with his head resting comfortably against a distinctly masculine chest.

That was right, the thought drifted slowly through the greenrider’s slowly awakening mind, Balath’s Flight, both her chasers had male riders. One of K’fuzzi’s hands began slowly roaming over the body tangled with his, thin, needed feeding up no doubt, the greenrider noted as his hand drifted downward, not remarkably endowed either, just as well, K’fuzzi was somewhat out of practice, a slightly amused expression crossed the greenrider’s face as he thought that. Sweeping back up the body beside him the greenrider’s hand curled in the slightly gritty, and short, hair. T’mund then, K’fuzzi sighed softly, he found his younger classmate exasperating at times, and this was bound to be one of them since the brownrider was fairly dreadful in any social situation. For a moment K’fuzzi considered just leaving T’mund to wake up alone and choose to either avoid or ignore this situation as he desired. But no, that would be unkind, and besides Balath was so content snuggled up against her brown that K’fuzzi was loath to disturb her.

Without bothering to actually open his eyes K’fuzzi set about making it even harder for T’mund to escape than it had been with K’fuzzi sleeping draped over him. His hand stayed firmly curled in the brownrider’s hair while his body weight subtly shifted to rest more on T’mund than anything else and one of K’fuzzi’s legs slipped over to pin the brownrider’s. There. Escape from that. The greenrider smiled slightly and let his thoughts drift again, waiting for the result of his little trick.

[Ruby]

T'mund was not a morning person. Luckily for everyone involved, it wasn't morning; rather, it seemed to be sometime late in the afternoon or early in the evening, a time T'mund much preferred to awake. Still, the Brownrider grumbled and moved to throw an arm over his eyes, to block out the fading daylight. Unfortunately, it appeared to be trapped under something. Suspecting Jagjith (although T'mund had no idea why Jag would feel the need to curl up with him), the Rider mumbled something unintelligible and focused on going back to sleep. He was surprisingly sore and tired - must have been a drill, his sleep-fogged brain figured. Unimportant. Sleep.

Slowly, though, T'mund's brain picked up again. There wasn't much that could stop it working, and sleep certainly got in the way only rarely. It was cool and breezy, especially on places that, well, shouldn't be feeling said breeze. T'mund did not sleep naked. T'mund did not do anything naked, bathing included, but apparently that prohibition had been suspended for some reason. Also, the arm that had something on it (not Jagjith, he figured now, that was stupid) was quickly falling asleep, full of painful pins and needles. The rest of him hurt, especially in places he wasn't used to, although that could have to do with the fact that he appeared to be sleeping on the ground. Had he been drunk? Drugged? T'mund didn't mess around with that sort of thing, but he didn't rule it out, either.

And then it started.

Something was tracing down his chest, not stopping until it reached his - ugh, he wasn't even going to think about where the hand had stopped. After what seemed like an eternity, it drifted back up again, and T'mund squeezed his eyes shut in horror before slitting one eyelid, just as his assailant re-arranged to make it even harder to escape. Praying for a woman (although he was fairly sure that would never, ever happen ever), he waited for the blur who had settled so contentedly atop him to resolve into a human.

When it did, T'mund couldn't help but groan and wriggle, startled into wakefulness with a finality that usually escaped him. "K'fuzzi?" he mumbled, cheeks flaring with heat as he tried to scramble out from under his classmate. "Nooo, get off get off get off!" he moaned, all of his usual eloquence gone. He'd remembered what happened, after all, and besides being mortified he now had to face the Greenrider every day. No no no.

[Kisha-Ra]

K’fuzzi let his eyes drift shut and lay, waiting patiently for the results of this little tangle to come into fruition. As he had suspected it wasn’t long at all before the dozing brownrider began to stir to full wakefulness with a groan and an attempt to wriggle away from K’fuzzi’s grip. The greenrider’s mouth twitched up into an amused smile, not that easily T’mund.

At the more or less expected outburst from his companion/prisoner K’fuzzi gave up on pretending to sleep and opened both his eyes to reveal an amused sparkle in them. ‘Oh come now T’mund, don’t you find me enchanting in my own right?’ K’fuzzi gave the boy a coy look and batted his lashes in a slightly ridiculous manner, obviously making a mockery of the situation. ‘Well whatever, you still don’t get to run away, dive into a dark hole and pull the hole in after you to hide.’ No doubt that would be what the young brownrider would end up doing if K’fuzzi just left him. The greenrider stretched a bit, although he didn’t let go of T’mund’s hair, and thought for a moment before he continued. ‘You know you’re going to have to get used to incidental things like this now you’ve got a mature brown, I’m surprised it hasn’t happened before really. It doesn’t mean that much to sensible folk. I certainly wouldn’t base a lifetime commitment on Balath’s choice of mate, and I doubt she will either. So many to snuggle up to and so little time, that Balath’s outlook.’ K’fuzzi gave a slight shrug, though thinking about Balath and her usual attitude did make him smile.

‘I guess what I’m saying is if you’re going to freak out and avoid me for the rest of your life I’m just going to have to keep you trapped here indefinitely.’ The greenrider concluded smugly, figuring that single statement pretty much rounded everything up.

[Ruby]

"Is that supposed to be a joke?" T'mund asked, as archly as he could given his position on the ground, trapped beneath K'fuzzi of all people. If you had to fly a sibling, couldn't it have been Rajnith? T'mund whined at his dragon, who lifted head from Balath's back to eye his rider. At least Tenlie is female, if loathsome. That got a vaguely amused response from Jagjith; No, T'mundmine, Rajnith is decidedly not my type. She thinks far to highly of herself. Balath, however, is sweet and kind, and while she will not likely remain my permanent mate, she will do for now. That made T'mund snort - he hoped K'fuzzi thought the was amused at the greenrider's expense. Well, as pleased as I am that you are happy, I am not. We will discuss this later.

Jagjith, decidedly unthreatened, set his head back down on Balath, snuggling tighter in with his sister-green. T'mund turned his attention (grudgingly) back to K'fuzzi, who was saying some very unpleasant things. "I do not have to get used to it," he replied, with all the tact of a ten turn old having a tantrum. "If I tell Jagjith not to chase, he will not again. He caught once, that is more than for him and me, thank you very much. You can let me up now, and we can let this go, and go about our business as usual. I have a report to finish tonight." It has hard to look down your nose when you were sprawled on the ground with a man on top of you, but T'mund managed it as best he could, even shimmying a little so his nose was actually higher than K'fuzzi's. It didn't help his case much though, he still looked (and sounded) like a whiny little brat.

"At least... would you at least allow me to put my pants back on? It is getting somewhat chilly." That was accompanied by the kind of blush that only the palest people can achieve: the kind where practically T'mund's whole body turned bright scarlet. This amused Jagjith so much that he brushed Balath's mind, urging her gently awake to witness his rider's foolishness.

[Kisha-Ra]

K’fuzzi gave the brownrider pinned beneath him what could only be described as a Look. ‘Well given that you obviously aren’t enthralled with me, I’d have to say yes; that was a joke.’ He replied, a shade ironically, while the look in T’mund’s eyes suggested he was whining at Jagjith, and the snort more or less confirmed that. The rather random thought that he hoped it wasn’t that obvious when he was talking to Balath crossed K’fuzzi’s mind.

K’fuzzi managed to keep from laughing in T’mund’s face at that outburst with an extreme effort of will, however his eyebrows did rise as far as it was possible to without jumping off his head. Did the boy realise that he sounded like a child who’d been told that his room would get dirty again? Probably not, K’fuzzi was forced to admit, as he met the arrogant gaze with a flat, measured, one of his own. At the inquiry about pants K’fuzzi’s eyes slid sideways, and confirmed that Jagjith didn’t look like he was going anywhere for the moment. A gentle smile briefly crossed the normally solemn face at the sight of the two dragons curled up together. ‘I suppose I should let you. Jagjith doesn’t look like he’s participating in any get away plans.’ The greenrider rolled to one side, then sat up and looked for his own shirt, it was indeed getting chilly.

Balath’s tail twitched and the green made a happy little sound in the back of her throat; she adored snuggling! An outpouring of happiness was lavished on her brown brother before Balath slowly opened her eyes and raised her head to look at their riders. Jagjith, Yours can change colour! That’s sooo clever of him![/color] The green observed with a delighted squeal, gazing at the blushing T’mund in fascination. K’fuzzi never changed colour as much as that!

[Ruby]

"It is not you I am not enthralled with," T'mund snapped back, although that (and perhaps the double negative) brought on an even deeper shade of blush. "It is that you are male, and... well, I was born in the North. Put it together yourself." After that he closed his eyes, unwilling to look at his prize. Luckily, it wasn't long before K'fuzzi relented and rolled off. T'mund bolted for the sad little pile of cloth that was his pants, pulling them on without regard for anything that should have gone under them. He'd find his clout later, modesty was far more important at the moment.

Once he had his pants back in place, he slowed down a bit, casting about for his shirt. He was normally self-conscious about his pale, hairless torso too, but he figured K'fuzzi had already seen so much of him that a little bit of chest was hardly going to make a difference. It was K'fuzzi's shirt he turned up first, and he tossed it at the Greenrider without a word. Soon, though, he found his own, pulled it over his head, dealt with his boots, and finally he was free. "Jagjith?" he asked, aloud because he was accustomed to it when in the company of others, "Get yourself untangled, we're leaving. Now."

Jagjith only curled tighter, murmuring, Oh, mine, I am far to exhausted to fly. And anyway, I am having a lovely conversation with Balath. It is quite clever, is it not? he asked, changing the subject abruptly before shutting the now spluttering T'mund out. He has many talents, I assure you. Few are useful, but if he ever needs to blend in with a brick wall, or a particularly sanguine brown, he is well on his way. What of Yours? If he does not change color, what special talents does he have?[/i]