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Post by reqqy on Jul 14, 2008 19:55:16 GMT -5
"Will you please stop fidgeting all over the place?"
But it tickles! the green returned, her wings slowing to an uncharacteristic standstill, though, despite her best efforts, the young dragon kept on twitching.
"Lust. Please get off her. I can't get anything done like this!"
The bronze salamandyr poked his head out from behind one of Phremath's neckridges, the which he was currently scraping at lightly with his claws. He was determined to be 'helpful' today, for what reason Kalierre honestly couldn't fathom. At any rate, the small thing did not like the way she was speaking to him. His frill immediately flared out, a hiss preceding the words that tumbled through her mind and anyone else's within easy broadcast range. Big toothy Mine. Own get, L'rineeater.
Kalierre grimaced. "She is my own, you overbearing little slug." Lust reared up, quickly glancing around to make sure that no other living thing might have heard her impertinence. When he found that his humiliation wasn't being logged, the salamandyr settled for a lesser punishment; he attacked Phremath's hide with renewed vigor. The dragonhealer took a step back, sputtering as the green's movements caused a small wave to crash over her. "Just you wait!" the woman cried, unable to completely suppress a laugh.
My children are fighting over me, Phremath commented with mock exasperation, unable to keep her feet still for very long at a time. And then Lust was darting beneath her wing, and the dragon danced.
Thoroughly soaked, the greenrider sprinted from the water, shaking herself out like a canine. Foolish to wear white. She should have known Phremath and Lust would conspire to douse her. Attempting to wring out the skirts she'd worn specifically so that she could easily wash and oil her green without getting her clothes wet, Kalierre gave up with a dramatic sigh. "When you two are done fooling around, let me know!"
But...Mine! It's not my fault!
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Post by kysseh on Jul 15, 2008 0:40:22 GMT -5
This can wait, you know. Your hand is still a mess.
K'von offered up a groan as Dohulth offered him an out that the brownrider could have easily snatched upon. Riding hurt, even with numbweed working on the injured appendage. His wrapping job was not as thorough as the healer's had been, but it was bandaged well enough that he had no fear of anything happening to it unless he whacked it against something. But... he had promised Dohulth a bath in the river, and he could not simply let the brown go alone, not when the brown had endured even more of a heartache at his rider's request. Nah, I promised, didn't I? And I'm a man of my word.
Dohulth snorted softly and folded his wings to dive lightly for the rivershore. An oiling would have to wait, but a good sand scrubbing would help with some of his itches across his neck and around his wings. K'von would be slow, obviously, with one mangled and bandaged hand, but the brown minded little. His bonded's heartfelt reassurance of good intention had buoyed his spirits past much of his sullenness, though a quick glance at the river soon proved that Dohulth was not quite back to his usually cheerful self. Even as the brown settled on the riverbank, it was obvious that the brown was a bit off-color from usual, something even a bath could not fix.
K'von, on the other hand, had just decided that fate hated him, and he managed to contain a groan at the sight of the lovely healer dressed all in white, skirt included. Now that was just not fair. Despite this, she looked to be in better shape than when he had lost saw her, which was cheering. He offered up a wave and then dismounted, undoing the straps with one hand and draping them over a rock to keep them dry and out of the way. "Sorry to bother you, but I promised him a scrubbing," he said, offering her a tentative smile. He was not sure what the reception would be like from that quarter.
His dragon merely sent a polite croon towards the greenpair and then slid gracefully into the river, rolling onto his back and wriggling on the bottom to soothe an itch, his belly and legs still sticking up above the surface. He looked rather comical, enough so that K'von rolled his eyes and chuckled. The brown was unconcerned with dignity, it seemed, though he did not seem to be interested in doing more than acknowledging the green and her rider. His rider knew he would come around.... eventually.
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Post by reqqy on Jul 15, 2008 8:43:00 GMT -5
The dragonhealer was pulling at her shirt thoughtfully, thinking about darting back to the weyr while Lust wore himself out 'helping' Phremath, so that she might find something that would take a dousing better than white - when she noted the shadow of another dragon. Kalierre glanced up. She was hardly self-conscious, as Phremath's detailed explanation of the Flight/Run made it painfully clear that most everyone in the Weyr had likely seen her - and her suitors - running nude as the day they were born through the trees. Hard to attempt at modesty after that. Nevertheless, she had to resist the impulse to duck into the trees upon seeing which dragon descended. Part of her wanted to see K'von and Dohulth, certainly, but not in this circumstance, and not so soon.
And you're not just messing with me? I really did strip naked and try to throw myself off a cliff? We rejected them? The green skittered a pace or two to one side, her head tilting toward Dohulth as she welcomed him with a quiet croon. We didn't. You did. You were trying to fly and he wouldn't let you, the green stated matter-of-factly. Kalierre's headache was returning. So, not only had she rejected the man who'd kept her from bashing herself to little pieces, but she'd completely come unglued on him in the infirmary after repairing his hand. Which Lust had mangled. The dragonhealer truly wanted to melt into the ground. She was frankly amazed that Dohulth hadn't gone elsewhere the moment he spotted them.
The small green wasn't amazed at all. Nor did she pretend that she was paying the brown much attention, though it wasn't because she was trying to avoid him. Lust had gotten up under her wing and was scratching at the joint, growling and nipping at her as he 'cleaned' her. Phremath writhed, her tail thrashing, before she flung herself beneath the surface and tried to wash him off. Which of course merely inspired the bronze to latch on with his teeth. Little slug! the young green howled, unable to reach him.
Between the upside-down Dohulth and the crazed Phremath, Kalierre couldn't hold onto her discomfort. She laughed outright. Where did two beasts like these come from? Though she still didn't know what she was to say to K'von. The dragonhealer's arms crossed in an attempt to partially conceal her chest, though she spread her legs in a wide stance, as if that was not her intention at all. If it had been anyone else, she would not have minded. Standing thus, she smiled at him, though her voice affected a stern tone. "You make it sound as if we own this stretch of river. I'd best warn you - if you give Lust an inch, he'll take a mile. That beast will think he owns the river and everything in it." Her nose wrinkled.
Nevertheless, her eyes naturally fell to his hand, examining it with a critical eye. The bandage work was - well, it would work. She supposed that was all that could be asked of him, particularly when working with just the one hand. Kalierre resisted the impulse to doctor him. It was suitable, and she didn't need to be crowding the man. The woman sighed, shaking her head. "Actually, I promised Phremath an oiling and scrubbing, but Lust insists on helping. Which - " Her eyes flicked toward the green, who was still writhing and snapping as far back as she could reach. Not nearly far enough. "Is clearly not much help."
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Post by kysseh on Jul 15, 2008 10:32:24 GMT -5
Phremath's croon went largely unacknowledged at first while Dohulth busied himself with itching his back on the river bottom. Itchy ridges took precedence, though it was hard to concentrate with the wildly flailing green nearby. After a moment, the brown became concerned for his own safety and rolled back to his belly, heaving his larger body back up above the surface and stalking towards the shore. No, this was certainly not going to be a satisfactory bath at this rate.
K'von, however, was snickering at the amusing picture that both dragons presented. True, their flailings were not intended to amuse, but the result was such that he could not help but laugh. Phremath's crazed wrigglings and Dohulth's sulky slink from the river seemed enough to amuse the journeyman healer too, and he returned his gaze to her, still grinning at their beasts. The grin quickly faded into a pout as her arms folded over her chest. Oh, all right, that was just not fair. "Heeeey, I was looking at that," he said completely unashamedly, encouraged by the fact that she had not chased him off on sight. A little time had given his wounded pride a bit of healing, and if he was not completely back to his laidback self, he was at least better off than he had been.
"Ahh, so that's what got her doing that? What doesn't he think he owns?" K'von asked rhetorically giving Phremath a sympathetic look. He knew what it was like to have Lust attached to him, though the creature was probably far gentler with Phremath than with K'von. He probably treated everyone better than he had treated K'von, for that matter, considering the job he had done on the brownrider's hand.
She was looking at the injured appendage, and he offered up a dramatic sigh, knowing that she was going to criticize his bandaging job. He had tried, and he was not completely unskilled, though he lacked her abilities and two capable hands to use on the wrapping the injury. A soft snort distracted him again, and he turned to pat Dohulth's soft nose as the brown made his way closer. "Afraid of getting hit with a tail or something?" he inquired, and Dohulth offered a snort in the affirmative, tilting his head to eye the writhing green and then offering up an indignant bellow at her unseen passenger. Was the creature not satisfied with mangling K'von's hand and now had to ruin Dohulth's bath too?! Oh, it should be glad that Dohulth could not reach it...
Sensing his dragon's upset, K'von quickly picked up a handful of wet sand and worked on the side of the brown's neck, standing on tiptoe to reach toward the brown's neckridges as the dragon lowered his wet neck a bit more to be more within reach. The rider glanced over at the still-covered greenrider, noting how much more stable she looked than the last time they had met. "Doing all right?" he asked her simply, scrubbing a little harder at one spot when Dohulth gave a prolonged croon. Apparently, he had found an itchy spot. "Besides wanting to throw that little terror against a wall?"
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Post by reqqy on Jul 16, 2008 0:33:46 GMT -5
Relieved to hear K'von's laughter as well - she really couldn't remember much of what had gone on last night when she was half-hysterical, and thus didn't know what state of mind he'd truly been in - Kalierre's chuckling came to a stop at his words. She stared at him for a long moment. Shells. She was being stupid, wasn't she? It was pure hubris that would lead her to believe that this man might care about how she'd treated him in her Flight-crazed state. He was probably always incredibly flirtatious. Made her wonder how many females were in and out of his furs on a regular basis. And, though Kalierre knew she was perhaps being unfair in her assessment, and though she was aware that she was doing this to justify not getting any closer to him emotionally than she already had, she found his manner was just as infectious as it had been in the communal baths.
"Now don't start that with me," Kalierre chided, a touch of humor in her voice. "You don't get a free peep show. Skin for skin. And before you argue that I am wearing clothing, I'll agree to strip if you do. Until then, the arms are staying right where they are." No sense in denying what he'd already called her out on. The dragonhealer wasn't exactly modest, though she'd been anxious about K'von for several reasons, not the least of which being the most recent events.
Glancing toward Lust, who was driving her dear green to distraction - or at least where Lust must be hidden, as she couldn't see him due to Phremath's bulk - Kalierre let out the whistle. For a few moments, nothing happened. Then the small bronze form dropped from the green with a splash and serpentined over to where Kalierre stood. He knew better than to ignore the whistle. Ever since she'd started taking him with her to the infirmary, the dragonhealer had been attempting to train him - at least a little bit. He still wouldn't obey her on most things. But he would stop what he was doing and come at her whistle, through a series of positive and negative reinforcement. Namely, Kali carried half-frozen bugs on her person most all the time, and Lust adored them; they were not native to the south. Only one source. Only one way to get them.
Taking the insect in her hands, she waited for it to grow more lively, forgetting her attempt to cover her breasts. Phremath let out a quiet huff, settling into the shallows. That was tiring! In her usual cheerful manner, she broadcasted, You've come for a bath, too, Dohulth? It's very nice in the water. Without a pest tickling you, anyway, she added, eyeing the devil 'mandyr in mock anger. You took long enough to call him off, KaliMine.
"Yes, well, he's getting fat off all these grubs. I can't very well call him all the time or his intestines will explode." A common myth stated by healers for dramatic effect, Kalierre smiled at K'von, even as Lust consumed the offered grub with relish. "Oh, he's okay so long as he doesn't decide to try and chew off a finger or something. Nice job with the bandaging, by the way. I doubt I could get it much better one-handed. And yes. Much better. Amazing what a night of sleep can do for someone." She snorted. "I should try it more often."
Then, because Dohulth amused her, she turned her smile on him. "I think you're safe from the tail whipping now, hun."
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Post by kysseh on Jul 16, 2008 2:41:08 GMT -5
Her challenge was tempting, and K'von actually did take it into consideration, tilting his dark-haired head to one side in a gesture clearly meant to communicate his interest. "We communicated better when unclothed, I'll admit. But... it wouldn't be quite fair considering I can't get completely nude." He gestured a bit with his damaged hand, grinning a bit at the fact that she stubbornly refused to move the arms. He could not really blame her, even though he would prefer an unobstructed view. She was the one who chose to wear white, but their relationship that could loosely be called a friendship was... tentative, at best. He simply sighed and let her get on with covering herself.
The whistle distracted both man and beast, who watched as Lust made his way over to his possession to get what seemed to be a.... bug, of some sort. K'von wrinkled up his nose. Not the kind of treat he would go for, but apparently, it had Lust's full and complete attention. Dohulth, however, ignored the greenrider and her pet when he was addressed directly, crooning lightly at the smaller dragon. That was our intention, but Yours' pet seems to have interrupted. It is not a kind creature. Dohulth said rather plainly, still a bit ruffled about the damage that Lust had done to His' hand.
At Kalierre's reassurance, however, the brown offered up a light snort to the greenrider and then moved away from His, much to K'von's surprise. Dohulth padded toward the water and slid back in, rolling over again to itch his back on the riverbottom. It was not as satisfying as a proper scrub, but the water felt very good. After a while of itching in silence, the brown rolled to his belly and popped his head back up, crooning lowly at Phremath. I am sorry. I am being rude... please forgive me. I have been upset on Mine's behalf. he admitted privately to the green, eyes whirling a bit quicker to indicate his upset. I have been very rude...
It took a moment of watching Dohulth for K'von to realize that the brown was actually deeply upset by something, and the rider frowned faintly. What was on the brown's mind? The male had his eyes on Phremath, and K'von wondered what private conversation they were holding. Hopefully, it was for the better. Dohulth had not been quite himself since the Flight, and K'von missed picking on him. Sure, much of his humor had returned, albeit not enough that K'von was satisfied. Perhaps talking to the green would help alleviate some of the personal insult that Dohulth had felt at the rejection. Or... perhaps it would make it worse. It was hard to tell.
He belatedly registered Kalierre's comments and flicked her a sudden smile. "I had good teachers," he said simply, shrugging the shoulder not attached to the injured arm. Very good teachers, really. He missed his foster parents terribly. They had been good people, both of them. Where they were now, what had happened to them... he could only guess. "Ohh, sleep is very good. Perhaps if you had encouragement to remain in your bed, you'd sleep more." Shardit... had he said that out loud? Ah, well, nothing for it. He just grinned and pressed on. "You know... more comfortable furs... more space... a nice, warm-skinned, good-looking pillow..." All right, now he was pushing his luck, and even Dohulth gave him a scathing snort to emphasize that. "A bath ahead of time..." Oh, stop it! I refuse to claim you as Mine now!
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Post by reqqy on Jul 16, 2008 11:53:22 GMT -5
One brow joined the other to rise into her hairline. Oh, she shouldn't have been shocked, given their other meetings. He was always forward. But the other two times, she'd been out of it for one reason or another. This morning she was well-rested and relaxed, firmly in control of her own emotions. No, that sounded like she was suppressing them, which she wasn't. They were just tranquil this morn. Even the small spike of anxiety upon noting K'von's and Dohulth's approach had been mild. She'd been more worried about how they were taking things - about the brownrider's hand - than concerned with the discomfort that another meeting might cause her. It was quite easy for Kalierre to separate her ego from the rest. Always had been. Part of being a healer, she supposed.
Why was she reacting this way, anyway? Hadn't she been the one to suggest that they disrobe if he wanted to see her breasts? Amused at herself, she stuck out her tongue at K'von, mimicking the childish gesture she remembered from that first night. "Suit yourself. I've heard tell I'm not that bad to look at."
Phremath fluttered her wings, sending up a veritable rain of droplets to try to relieve some of the heaviness. He's cute, though, she countered, attempting to find something good to say about the salamandyr. Then she snorted. Okay. Maybe not. And he's certainly a mean little cuss when he wants to be. But he's a valiant protector to Mine if she ever needs one, and I suppose it's good to have a male in the weyr...Too much femaleness makes things strange. Now if that wasn't completely obscure. The green didn't seem to notice, continuing to try to divest herself of the extra waterlogged weight.
The small, young dragon didn't feel anything but a little wave of pleasure when Dohulth rejoined her in the water. She'd never admit it, but she was rather disappointed - and frankly hurt - when he decided to leave a moment ago. Now that she knew the brown had only been moving to escape her flailings, she was much relieved. Phremath would like to think that she could still talk to him, even though events had conspired quite cruelly against Dohulth recently.
Jumping as his head suddenly reemerged, a small ripple added to the movement of the river. Rude? Don't be silly. You've been nothing but polite, the green returned cheerfully. It was true enough. He'd tried to comfort her. He'd brought Hers back to the weyr. Maybe he was rolling around like a weyrling - which was rather amusing - but that could hardly be considered rude. No, he hadn't been expressly warm, but he'd been polite. Phremath certainly didn't expect any warmth out of him. Not so soon, anyway. Every little bit he gave her right now was a pleasant surprise.
Crooning to him, she tried to reassure the older brown for once. Any dragon would do the same thing. It's all right. I'm sorry about Mine's pet and everything that happened, and we certainly didn't mean it to, but that doesn't change the past. So it's okay if you're still a little upset. I won't get mean or sullen about it. When you're ready, we can talk of happy things and fly together or something. Ever the optimist, little Phremath, thinking that he might want to do these things with her later. Well, she wasn't offering it to anyone else. See? She was choosing him...just not in the way he'd hoped.
Kalierre didn't note what was going on with Dohulth, for the simple reason that Phremath's wash of emotions was purely warm and bright. She was, in fact, currently occupied with the problem of concealing the rest of the bugs from Lust and trying to cover herself at the same time. And it wasn't at all an easy task. With a sigh, she gave up and caught him around the trunk. "You'd best stop, little one, or no more yummies ever. Got it?" He growled and nipped at her hand, but she recognized it as the aquiescence it was.
Glancing up at him, she shook her head. Forward much? Well, she'd started it...And, for the life of her, she couldn't bring herself to slap him for his words as she should. It was clearly mostly in jest. Well, two could play at that game, couldn't they? "That does sound like an absolutely wonderful idea. And a bath would be lovely, although I think Phremath already took care of most of that for me." She pulled a face, before her expression settled into something distinctly more thoughtful. "Although...I have absolutely no idea where I'd find a suitable pillow." A hand drifted up to tap beneath her lower lip contemplatively. Then she shrugged. "Oh well. Guess I'll have to go without."
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Post by kysseh on Jul 17, 2008 12:15:55 GMT -5
Her sticking out her tongue was just too much, and K'von threw back his head and laughed, pleased that he had finally gotten to her. For all that the weyrling had taken her to bed, K'von had formed what could loosely be called a friendship, and he saunted closer to tap a finger beneath her chin. "Put that away, you," he said with an attempt at sternness that was completely ruined by the laughter in his voice and his eyes. "You're in the presence of- .... well, a senior dragonrider, but why bother with that? This was fun. "-well, me, so I suppose that'll do," he finished, grinning from ear to ear. "Oh, you're very lovely, no doubts there. But I don't think you have the courage to do that right here." He did, and he took a moment to untuck his shirt to start the process. Shardit, what was wrong with him?! He was getting worse than a horny weyrling every time he saw her.
It was all her teasing. Yes... that was it!
Dohulth was skeptical at the thought of finding anything positive to say about the little monster that had so cruelly mutilated His' hand. Perhaps it was the entire situation as a whole that had him upset, but he was loathe to forgive the little brat. I do wish he would protect from something actually /dangerous/, though. the brown said, a bit distressed at the damage done to K'von. He blew out a frustrated snort, wishing he could be more understanding toward the tiny bronze terror. The understanding, however, simply wasn't flowing.
Not for Lust, anyway, for Phremath's brightness and the croon she offered him did lift his heart. Granted, he had got no relief from over two Turns of chastity, but the thought of Phremath's good feelings toward him was at least soothing to his wounded pride. She did like him and had chosen him, and he would have shown her how to fly, if she had not turned from him in anger of His saving Hers. That was past, though, and she was offering kindness. He got up and sloshed towards her through the water, extending his neck to gently touch his nose to hers. No, I have been very rude. I was upset about the pet and upset on my and Mine's behalf.
Ohh, flying. It rankled in him that the weyrling had had the privilege of showing her that first, but Dohulth was more experienced and had twice the stamina of that young thing, at least. He arched his neck to look kindly down on her, remembering his promise. I did promise to take you flying, and I will. That will not change. No, it would not change, even if she rejected him again the next time. His word was good, even if his pride was sore.
Lust seemed to be getting under control, which relieved K'von. He did not want another damaging injury, especially not to anywhere... private. Her expression, her behavior... everything, really... led him on, though, and he just could not help the fact that he was spewing innuendo. Shardit, he was worse than a lusty weyrling, but then again... after only brief relief from over a Turn of no contact, he was only being male in that he sought attention. That it was her attention that he sought made it all the worse, all things considered. If she did not want to talk to him, then seduce and tease he must.
"Well, a bath isn't a bath if you don't properly scrub your back..." he pointed out with a nod, thinking that he could point out that he would need help with a back scrub too. Having only one functional, unbandaged hand made life a tad challenging, he had noticed. At her thoughtful expression, he affected a slight pout, disappointed at the fact that she overlooked him. "I'm a good pillow..." he said, giving her the saddest eyes he could summon up for the moment. Oh, he was being far too bold, but she was not dissuading him in the least. "All you ever have to do is ask."
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Post by reqqy on Jul 18, 2008 3:02:47 GMT -5
He wanted her to put away her tongue? How very disappointing. She complied, but not without a pout for good measure. She snorted. Was that a challenge?! If she was so very modest, why would she regularly bathe in the public baths when there was a perfectly good one that she shared with Ciara? Oh, he knew she wasn't. It was just an attempt to get her to take her clothes off just to spite him. Well, that was certainly rude, wasn't it? Implying that she'd go back on her word. Psht. Well, she wasn't about to be outdone. Stepping forward, she tugged at the end of his shirt lightly. "Well it's out anyway." Little smirk. "Now we're even."
Phremath cocked her head to one side. What could she really say to that? She knew she'd be upset if Lust did that to the hand of Hers. Of course, he wouldn't, because KaliMine was one of those things Lust considered his, but still. It would upset the green on the offchance it actually happened. That would be nice, yes, she finally responded, settling for the way she truly felt. Lust seemed to randomly attack almost anything without so much as a moment's notice. Curiously, though 'mandyr emotions were supposed to be really strong, they didn't seem to effect KaliMine overly much - certainly Phremath didn't feel much if any of it through their link.
The green didn't expect him to touch her. In fact, she'd been off in her own little world for a moment, the contact making her jump slightly, though she did not move away from it. She still didn't think Dohulth was rude, but somehow this position made her even less inclined to argue with him - which was something of a feat considering Phremath wasn't really an argumentative creature anyway.The slug is very bad when he's upset - or awake, the green agreed sympathetically. She didn't reiterate her apology, however, figuring he probably wouldn't want her to keep bringing it up. Especially since Dohulth and His both seemed rather down about it - or rather, had seemed that way.
While she'd done nothing to break the contact earlier, Phremath could not suppress the ecstatic wiggle at Dohulth's mention of taking her flying. Like a dragon was supposed to fly. That would be wondrous! Of course, the green had always had a desire to be able to do and experience just like everyone else. She remembered a little of what it had been like with Triniath, but that included a lot of other memories. This would just be pure, unadulterated movement. As her excitement died down enough that she might actually manage to keep from wriggling out of her hide, the green crooned and rubbed her head against his. I would really like it, if you still want to. Jessereth did it once, but there was no time to enjoy it. She'd been much to anxious at the time to notice much.
Now they were talking about scrubbing backs? She sniffed mildly. She could reach her back well enough. None of those bulky muscles of his, for one. The other was the result of being long-limbed and short in the torso. "I'm not convinced that you don't just like the view from the rear. Although your back will be eternally dirty if you don't get some help, no?" Poor guy could barely reach it when he didn't have an injured hand. Well, she could entice him to retire with her to her weyr after the dragons were bathed and change the bandages to dry ones - see how everything was doing. Beyond that, her imagination didn't take her, though she could feel the building anticipation growing beneath her breast.
Goodness! That pout was practically believable as unorchestrated. Unfortunately, his eyes gave him away, but Kalierre didn't mind so much. The picture of his face like that was awfully cute. "You think you can make a good pillow?" Kali asked him, a brow rising. "Well..." Her fingers traced up the length of his good arm. "Supportive," she commented, quite seriously. Both hands came to run over his chest. "Firm." Then, the dragonhealer grew bold. Maybe it was their close proximity. Maybe it was her drive reawakaned. Whatever the reason, she stood on tiptoe and kissed him lightly. A feather kiss it was. No tongue. Kalierre pulled back to smile at him. "But soft. I suppose a trial run couldn't hurt."
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Post by kysseh on Jul 18, 2008 4:22:07 GMT -5
She obeyed, but her pout was just too adorable. It made K'von waggle his eyebrows a bit at the sheer delight of invoking such a reaction from her. Oh, yes, he still had it... even if it was a little rusty. There was a new problem to deal with, though, and that was that they were about even on points. Her tug at his shirt gave him pause and then he took the hem of it and very carefully drew the garment up, over his head, and off, tossing it off toward a dry rock for safekeeping. There. "Now we're not," he said cheekily, careful to not disturb his injured hand too much. "Your move." This was a game now, it seemed, and K'von loved games almost as much as he loved joking about.
Dohulth let out a low croon meant to soothe when she started at the contact. He had not truly meant to startle her, but being permitted to touch her was balm to a bruised pride. He liked this cute little green, even if she did not seem to return his affections. No matter. He was a patient dragon by nature, and patience he would have with her. Granted, that patience would be sorely tested if she continued to choose silly weyrlings over him, but he was willing to wait nonetheless. Experiencing K'von's own activities made his own chastity easier. That... and there was the fact that there were other greens who needed satisfying without the promise of permanence, plenty of them, in fact. That thought buoyed him.
Her wriggling was entertaining, and he could not help but rumble in amusement at her antics, just watching her squirm around in her glee. Really, was that all he had to do to entice her into such delight? Then again... he remembered his weyrling days, watching the other dragons gracefully take to the air whilst he struggled to simply get airborne whilst using his oversized wings. He could only imagine her upset. He rumbled deep in his chest, half-opening his broad wings. I do want to. I promised, after all, and you will enjoy it this time. he promised with every ounce of honesty he possessed. He did want to take her flying, and while he wanted to Fly her too, that would have to wait. Just going for an evening flight over the weyr, though... he would enjoy that. How to hold her, though, presented a problem that he would have to deal with when that moment came.
K'von made a face. Oh, he could reach his back if he tried; it was just harder. But it was never that dirty. He bathed at least once a day, twice or three times if he got particularly filthy. Her first suggestive comment did not fall on deaf ears, and he caught the tip of his tongue between his teeth, grinning broadly. "No, that wasn't such a bad view at all. But my back will always be clean. I've learned to get around that difficulty." That did include convincing nearby women to assist, but mostly, he just stretched as best he could. It was not that hard to pull off. It just required... adjusting and angling, really, just like all such acrobatics.
Oh, shards, he hadn't actually made another jump to that kind of thought, had he?! Oh, yes... he had.
She was touching him, and he held his breath, eyes watching her hand as it moved along his arm. She was talking... about pillows? Or him? Him! His smile was slow and slight but grew steadily as her hands ran over his chest. Yes, that was very firm, but his biceps were even better, a testament to a long Turn of living alone. He saw her movement and knew what was coming, felt his heart fairly leap in anticipation. Her lips felt heavenly against his, and he very nearly moaned at the softness of her lips against his. Shards, but he could get used to-
Awww, she was pulling away! He was about to pout when she smiled at him, and his answering expression showed his willingness to go along with her idea, his good hand sliding around her waist to try to pull her up flush against him. "Never hurt before. You never know... you might enjoy it," he murmured softly, shamelessly. She had made the first bold move, and he was going to take it from there, aware of Dohulth's quiet encouragement.
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Post by reqqy on Jul 19, 2008 8:33:51 GMT -5
And the shirt was off. Surprise, surprise. Men never had trouble with that one. Kalierre wrinkled her nose as if in contemplation, fingering the hem of her blouse. Then, in a rather exagerrated show of modesty, she turned from him, glancing back over her shoulder, before she began to lift the garment. In stark contrast to his movements, hers were meant to be slow. When finally the blouse was laid neatly on a large rock, she carefully reached behind herself and unwound the strip of cloth she used to bind her breasts. Kalierre was of a size to make it uncomfortable to do much of anything beyond walking without them getting quite sore unless she had some support. A quiet sigh punctuated their freedom.
Still affecting a shy look as she glanced behind at K'von, the woman slowly turned. It was completely overdramatic, given he'd probably seen more of her than she had in the last sevenday, but it amused Kalierre. And that was more than reason enough to do it. The line of her skirt settled low on her hips, allowing him free access to her stomach as well. She raised a brow, then, in silent inquiry. Well? Was that all?
Again, the small green was captured by how large and beautiful this brown's wings were. The thought of him allowing her to borrow them made her so ecstatic. She knew she must look absolutely silly, and that she was behaving like a hatchling, but they were just so gorgeous! Gorgeous and huge. Nothing like her poor little stunted appendages, even though she'd come to a point where she could appreciate them. As far as maneuverability went, having such small wings made her quite flexible, able to react at any moment - just so long as she didn't have to fly up without some sort of thermal. One of the dragons had called her a 'glorified glider' one day, and, though she never said anything of it, the words still hurt. She wasn't a glider. She was a dragon!
Oh, please, she finally replied, sounding breathless even mind-to-mind. I would love to experience the flight of a real dragon, she added, not even realizing what she'd just said. What she'd just admitted. No, Phremath was not one to get down on herself or anything else, but in her hearts somewhere she'd always felt she was less than everyone else. It didn't help that a portion of Selenitas seemed to feel the same way.
Laughing at K'von's response and the first thought that had popped into her head, the dragonhealer didn't actually say anything in return. She couldn't find the breath for it.
Which seemed to be a prevailing problem as she found herself pulled tightly against him. It had been unexpected, and, for just a moment, she remained unresponsive in his arms. Though, beyond surprise, there was a feeling of flush coming to her, painting her chest and neck a light pink. They'd touched before, she and K'von, but never quite like this, and she was suddenly very aware of him. Nor could she say that she didn't like what she - felt. Meeting his gaze, she felt both of her arms circle about his waist, though she hadn't commanded the action consciously.
"Enjoy it? Well, I suppose it's fun to rest." Kalierre smiled up at him cheekily. "Althought that wouldn't be my idea of fun. Whatever are you referring to, pillow?" One finger traced a line lightly up his spine. All as she tried not to concentrate too much on his chest moving against her sensitive nipples with each breath - and doing a fairly poor job of it. Shards, but it had been an awfully long time.
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Post by kysseh on Jul 19, 2008 10:15:38 GMT -5
Dohulth seemed to take pity on her for all her excitement, for he padded closer to his green friend to nose gently against her shoulder. Her words, however unwitting they were, did sting a tad, and Dohulth had to rein in his instinct to point out that the weyrling had already shown her such things. Well.... the weyrling had, but he had not shown it like Dohulth could. Dohulth was more experienced, more skilled. There was no comparison, and that he had thought as much made him angry with himself. His irritation only briefly showed in a sudden flaring of yellow through his eyes , and then the normal blue-green returned as if nothing had happened.
I would offer now, but I do not want to leave Ours stranded. Though they do not appear to be moving soon... Dohulth said mildly, eyes whirling a bit quicker in amusement. No, His was very entranced with Phremath's at the moment, so perhaps now would be a good time to take Phremath for a flight... in the non-mating sense of course. It mattered little that Dohulth would get no relief; he often got his by loving with K'von when the brownrider did choose to take a woman to the furs, however rare that occasion was. For all that His played and joked, it had only rarely become a bed for two.
Kalierre's laughter and sudden disrobing had K'von nearly swallowing his tongue. He had not expected her to respond so quickly or certainly, and the brow she raised made it clear that it was now his move. Well, his move was made, and though it took her a moment, she seemed to be responding quite pleasantly now. Her blush was lovely, and he rested his good hand flat against the small of her back, smiling as her own hands encircled him. Oh, yes, this was most certainly a victory now.
Or... perhaps not. Her impudent words made his grin turn wicked, his back arching beneath her touch. Oh, she wanted a game still, then? He took his lazy time in staring at her chest, bared for his perusal, and then leaned forward to capture her in a more enthusiastic kiss than before. K'von reasoned that he could have provided her an explanation in words, but this was far, far more pleasurable for the both of them. And shardit but he liked it! His hand moved in gentle circles on her back, and he fervently wished he could use the other hand for something productive. This would be a time when having two functional hands would be most helpful, although he could not complain much about the whole series of events.
His mouth gently removed itself from hers, and his lips moved a path of light kisses toward her ear, where he murmured very softly. "I'm talking about you Flying me... and then letting me be your pillow afterward." His tone, though quiet, almost held a hint of a plea. Dohulth would prove himself, his worth and his intentions, to Phremath in taking her flying, but what was K'von to do? He had only this, and she seemed to be returning the feeling of mutual lust. The brownrider shifted and pressed a kiss to her cheek, then one to her nose, and then drew back to look at her. "If you'll let me," he added, a faint grin still gracing his mouth. Ohh, how he wanted that other hand so he could toy with that hair of hers! No matter... he would be able to later, perhaps. "It'll wear you out for a good sleep." Oops, that might've been a bit too much, but his lazy wink softened the impact a bit. Frankly, that was the last on his list of reasons. He wanted her, she seemed to want him, and this was not a one-time, spur-of-the-moment jump into the furs. Well... hopefully not, not unless she offered complaints afterward.
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Post by reqqy on Jul 20, 2008 3:20:43 GMT -5
Phremath was noting her small size the closer Dohulth got. She was not, however, the sort of creature to be intimidated by such things simply because she was of a lesser stature. The green was really rather too simple and trusting for that. In fact, she welcomed it, as he inexplicably made her feel a little safer. Crooning softly, she didn't note his temporary shift in mood for the simple reason that his head was out of her line of sight.
Casting a glance over her shoulder at Hers, Phremath questioned softly, What is it they're doing, anyway? Kalierre having been chaste since arriving in the south, the green actually had no idea what was going on now. And, since her thoughts had momentarily been distracted from Dohulth, she found the wash of emotions strange. The green shifted uncertainly. They were latched to each other's face. Was he trying to eat her? That was upsetting enough that she had to ask it aloud. Yours...he's not trying to eat Mine, is he?
Well, it seemed rather improbable, since KaliMine wasn't afraid or angry or anything, but it certainly looked that way to her. Phremath stepped a pace away from the brown so that she might get a better look. She would have disturbed Kali under normal circumstances, but there was such a feeling of contentment that usually wasn't felt - she had a hard time justifying it. The green tilted her head toward Dohulth questioningly, her confusion apparent in the hue of her eyes.
Such an exquisitely shocked expression. Kalierre could no longer suppress the calculating gleam in her eyes. She was not an exhibitionist, per se, but the woman had always been quite liberal when it came to the more intimate things. Besides, were anyone to come along, it wouldn't be anything they hadn't seen already; her marathon through the weyr had already revealed all there was to see. Probably in interesting motion, too. Oh, goodness, the thought of it embarrassed her. But either that or the cold chill of the air against her flesh caused the nubs to harden.
His frank gaze didn't help that at all, either. To be admired so openly...And he was just as captivating to her. The line of strong, broad shoulders. The muscles. Oh, but she must admit that she did like her men tall and strong - strong enough that she could feel small in comparison, for she really did outweigh most of the other females she came into contact with. Her own frame was athletic and curvy, and those two together, along with her slightly taller than average height, made her feel somewhat unfeminine at times. Thus she liked men like K'von who made such concerns disappear. Dark hair and dark eyes, too, had always appealed to her. Just one of her quirks.
Welcoming the kiss, she opened her mouth slightly, allowing him entrance if he desired it. One arm left his waist and curled upward, her hand coming to rest upon his shoulder from behind and help support her as she stood on her toes to try to get herself closer to him. A soft moan was swallowed by his mouth. She very nearly whimpered when he pulled back from the kiss, but then he was tracing kisses up her jawline, her head tilting back as she struggled to get her breathing under control. Right now, she'd probably let him just take her right here, on the bank of the river, if he so desired it. She couldn't even remember why that was a bad idea.
Kalierre's back arched slightly at his words, a soft growl leaving her lips. He had no idea how much it turned her on when people just came right out and said it. Her fingers threaded through his hair, urging his head back down so she could kiss him again. The woman deepened the kiss, nibbling at his lip when she let him go. "I don't have any wings, silly," the dragonhealer commented huskily. Beyond the point of playing dumb, though. "We should really wash them, don't you think?" Her thumb came up to rest at the corner of his mouth.
"Then I'll fly you, on one condition. You let me fly you, at least until those stitches come out of your hand. A healer's supposed to be helping, not making things worse. Okay?" Amazing how her mind could turn to such things while she still could barely breathe.
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Post by kysseh on Jul 20, 2008 23:11:05 GMT -5
Dohulth rumbled contentedly at the croon she offered, watching Phremath turn her gaze toward Theirs. He was used to the feelings emanating off His, so it was not surprising to him that K'von wanted to Fly Phremath's. His was unusually attracted to the beautiful green's rider, for a reason that Dohulth could not fully comprehend, though he could protest little. His usual easy confidence in himself had taken a blow upon Phremath's rejection, but the honest sweetness with which she treated him was quickly restoring that. She did not hate him or think him unworthy, and that alone was reassuring him.
The whirling of her eyes and confusion in her tone told Dohulth that other than this most recent Flight, Phremath had no idea of human emotions when it came to Flying and things like it. Did Hers never take a man--or woman--to the furs like His did on occasion? Dohulth was not an old dragon, but he had flown in his fair share of Flights and had shared in K'von's own experiences. Phremath, however, seemed genuinely concerned, and he extended his neck to its full length to nose lightly at her neck, rumbling lowly in an effort to reassure her that this was a normal and even pleasant sort of occasion.
No, Mine is not eating Yours. Or trying to. he said as gently as he could manage, though the quicker whirl of his eyes and the overtones of amusement gave him away. Poor Phremath. She would learn to enjoy these moments, as he had. It could be quite bewildering at first, though. He had a vague memory of his own confusion, though that was far, far past to the point where it rarely came to mind. It is a strange thing that humans do when they want to Fly each other. I have never understood exactly why they do it, but they seem to like it, most of the time. They usually do the mouth thing and then use their hands and then Fly. His explanation was patient and as simple as he could make it... which could have been a tad too complicated, though he made an honest effort. If you relax and think with Yours, it can be as good as Flying yourself. he added, gently sending His a thought of encouragement. Yes, it would be good for K'von to do this. He should not stop now.
She was eyeing him too, and the fact that Kalierre had not completely overreacted to his obviously admiring stare was encouragement enough. He smoothed his hand across her lower back, soothing her as she whimpered. She had nothing to fear; he would not leave that mouth unattended for too long. It tended to spout serious healer-type things, and he wanted to swallow all of those and offer up some senseless moans and groans in return. He gave up a moan when he felt something--or two somethings, as it were--poking against his chest. It appeared that he was not the only one delighted with this position.
Her growl made him want her even more, and he nipped gently at her earlobe before giving in eagerly to her request. His kiss was less tentative this time, ending in a growl of frustration as she nibbled on his lip before releasing him. That tease... he was going to nibble somewhere else to get her back for that, and he shifted his hips a little closer to hers in honest warning. He was in no mood to stop now... though it seemed she was.
"Phremath did just fine," he pointed out. "And Dohulth found her very fine to Chase." Granted, he had not Flown her, but there would be further opportunities for the brown to win her over. Oh, but he had time on his side, a thought which Dohulth echoed with a soft croon. He was further reminded of why they had been on the rivershore to begin with, and he sighed lightly. "Yes... yes, we should..." he said, though his tongue darted out to flick against the tip of her thumb. Mmm... perhaps he could nibble on that? That would be an adequate way of distracting her from their bondeds for just a few more seconds, despite her intentions otherwise.
At her conditions, he was suddenly struck by the fear that this was her gentle way of letting her down. Then he let the words filter through his mind and realized that she did have a valid point. The hand would make things challenging, but he was all for experimenting to find a way around it. "All right..." he agreed after a moment to think, though he refused to remove his hand from where it traced light circles on the skin of her lower back. "We'll bathe them... and then I'll let you cater to my hand. But next time, Kalierre-" And here he paused to drift his mouth down to her wrist to kiss the pulse point there, his hips moving lightly against hers, simply unable to help it. "-I'm flying you. It cures all ills, anyway," the brownrider added, his smile more than a bit wicked. He had heard claims of such, but those were likely untrue. In any event, her reaction would be priceless.
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Post by reqqy on Jul 22, 2008 2:03:36 GMT -5
Phremath let out something vaguely reminiscent of a mewling whimper when she saw Dohulth's clear amusement. He thought it was funny? She was really concerned! As his explanation continued, however, she found that she wasn't so much upset as just further confused. They Fly without us? That seems odd. Watching the pair for a little longer, she leaned forward herself and attempted the 'mouth' thing with Dohulth, a draconic laugh shuddering through her at the awkwardness of that action. This is odd, too. They want to bang faces why? Sudden anxiety whirled through her eyes. I didn't hit you too hard, did I? The green eased closer and peered up at him, as if looking for a bruise to show through his hide.
But he had spoken of relaxing and it being like Flight. Now, Phremath liked Flight, she remembered. It was nice, and then she got to cuddle afterward, though that silly Triniath had left by the time she'd awoken. Dohulth wouldn't have done that, she was fairly sure. Neither would Adith, but she was still upset with him. She'd neither seen nor heard from him at all. It kind of hurt, since he was her closest friend. Oh well. This brown was lovely, too, and further, he was here. And fun. Though she would bet he couldn't sing with the canines. Singing with the canines was one of her favoritest things to do.
Phremath flared her mini-wings and flapped them lightly to clear some of the drops off. She issued a small, trilling croon to Dohulth, trying to relax like he said and let the emotions wash over her. It made her feel a little giddy and lightheaded, like she wanted to go romping through the woods or playing in the shallows. The green's tail shifted position, sending up a light spray, the female attempting to pretend it was an accident by pointedly not looking at Dohulth. Her, instigate anything? Surely not!
Pressed against his hard body...ah. So long. So, so long since she'd taken the time to stop long enough, since she'd liked anyone enough, to do this. To stand in the circle of a man's arms and feel her passions being stirred up without even the slightest hint of a reservation. He was growling at her, and she only pressed closer, as if trying to completely fuse herself to him. To erase everything between them. No, it wouldn't take much for him to get his way if he wanted this right here and right now. She strove to retain some manner of her more logical faculties, but they were fleeing the coop so quick Kalierre could hardly log them as they passed.
Smiling as his tongue ran along her thumb - she'd gifted his retort about wings with little more than a lusty stare - the dragonhealer shook her head. "Yes. They need to be washed." The words sounded forced, as if she were trying to compel herself to believe them.
The man actually seemed a little less distracted than her, which would have been funny if she wasn't so...well, distracted. The movement of his hand and arm as he circled her back felt too good. The breaths that expanded his chest against hers. Their hips...Kalierre actually had slightly longer legs than he did, which really wasn't surprising to her anymore, as she'd found that to be fairly common with most of the guys she'd known. However, it made her more sensitive to his movements. Her legs spread subconsciously, almost teasingly, as pushing them out much further would lose some of the allure.
Oh, Faranth. Now kissing her wrist and moving against her, too? Kalierre's sharp intake of breath was a partly stifled groan. He was trying to kill her, wasn't he, knowing they couldn't remain like this and still wash their dragons? She blinked, forcing her mind to his words. She would not allow him to completely overcome her simply because she hadn't been properly laid in...turns. Where had she been going with that? Ah.
The dragonhealer pulled back slightly, eyeing him severely. "I mean it about the hand, brownrider. There is no cure all, and if there were, this would not be it." Maybe not, but she'd be willing to try and find out... "Now, we can either be together under my conditions, or you can wait until the stitches come out in five days. I'm not budging on this one." No, she wasn't. She'd never be able to forgive herself. And yet, she pressed forward, pushing against him lightly to back him up against a rather large boulder. Leg hooking around his thigh, she kissed him once more, fishing for his tongue and drawing it in to her mouth. Rubbing herself up and down against him, Kalierre moaned softly around the kiss.
When she broke it, she smiled lightly into his eyes. "Surely you don't think that I can't please you, K'von." She glanced over her shoulder, the huskiness in her voice still lingering. "Let's get them cleaned up, or I'll jump you right here." Still, she didn't move.
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