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Post by dragon on Oct 31, 2011 9:01:51 GMT -5
The top edge of the fur was tossed back by a lifted elbow and Orena propped herself up to take a look around at where she was. Comfortably nestled o her belly under the comfy furs, she wasn't terribly inclined to move very fast or far. Blinking a moment, she scrubbed at one eye that itched a bit, and then stretched, flopping out in the process. "NnnRRRRgh." Rolling over she flipped the furs off the rest of the way. Sticking her feet out and onto the floor, she got up and minced across the stone floor that was a lot cooler than her toes were.
Her target was fairly obvious. It struck her as quite odd that the fellow had gone all the way over there to crash out for a nap. Especially when there was a perfectly good set of furs over here. Especially when he hadn't found her that revolting just previous. Mystifying, some men. That was all there was to it. But in any event, Orena had other ideas.
Grabbing the fur that was draped over M'ta, Orena slipped onto the couch with him and nestled down under the fur that she let drop back. "Mmmmmm." She mumbled happily as she snuggled against his very warm form. There, that was much better!
"Silly." She muttered, tucking her face into his shoulder quite comfortably.
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Post by Requiem on Nov 1, 2011 0:24:44 GMT -5
It was something of a misconception that sleep was mandated after sex. Nevertheless, run or flight-induced lust, when acted upon, tended to leave the participants comatose due to the additional mental and emotional drain put on them by their mindmates. M'ta was hardly an exception, and it was only a testament to either his paranoia or his innate shyness (or both) that he'd pushed through that extreme exhaustion (not to mention a leg not altogether too happy with him) to return to his weyr. Nor could he have left Orena lying naked in the hall behind him. So she was given the bed and he took the couch after finding a pair of loose cotton pants to sleep in, curling under his fur.
When something stirred the fur beside him, though, M'ta jerked awake, immediately reaching for the dirk that wasn't even strapped to his thigh. (He'd gotten into the habit of sleeping unarmed - or broken the habit of sleeping armed - during the time he was weyrmated to R'wign.) In the next moment, though, he found himself joined by a soft, warm body that was very definitely nude. The only thought that went through his head for a moment as she nuzzled his shoulder was that there were breasts pressed into his back right now. And the air must have been a bit chilly.
He still didn't quite understand how he'd ended up with Orena. He remembered being grabbed by Cainith and pressed up against Qaena...then out in the hall with the naked healer. Not that he was complaining at all. Cainith might have killed him and he didn't want to end up thrown together with a mostly lucid weyrling. Orena was definitely best. Did this mean he...owed her...though?
Well, he'd never been able to push women out of his furs quite like he could men. They weren't a threat to him so it was just mean. After a long moment, he shifted about to wrap an arm a little tentatively about her. This couch was small for trying to maintain distance. And she really felt rather nice, honestly...he just didn't want her getting the wrong idea. "I suppose I should thank you?" Half-probing for the story his mind wouldn't give up. How had he ended up with Orena to begin with?
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Post by dragon on Nov 1, 2011 22:22:40 GMT -5
His twitch toward a non-existent blade made Orena jump. Mostly because he'd jumped, rather than toward what he'd thought he was jumping. People jumping out of their skins because she'd crawled up next to them wasn't a reaction she was used to at all. But it seemed to smooth over well enough ... maybe she'd just startled him? She snickered, shifting her position a bit to allow him to turn over. Just as quickly she snuggled back into him again, tucked inside the loop of his arm.
"Thank me?" She asked, caught sideways by the comment. "For what might I ask?" Orena propped her chin on him as she looked at his face. He really was acting all kinds of weird, even in what he said. Reaching up she pushed a coiling lock of hair out of her face and tucked it behind an ear before dropping said hand onto his chest.
Really and truthfully, Orena had no compunctions whatsoever with the situation. However she'd got here, she really didn't care. What did matter was that she felt good for once, and she was still in that happy haze of semi-awakeness combined with the happy fuzzies of post-intimacy. She wasn't quite ready to let go of that yet. For once she felt somewhere near normal instead of teetering on the edge of oblivion.
So hopefully he'd settle down and settle in for some good old-fashioned snuggling. Because that was what Orena was hoping for. Sneaking an arm around his middle, she hugged him tight ever so briefly before letting the pressure go again. Goodness but it felt good to be so close to another warm body. "You smell so good." She mentioned.
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Post by Requiem on Nov 2, 2011 0:52:00 GMT -5
He wasn't entirely sure what the snicker was all about, but for once M'ta let it pass without his mind going down a million rabbit trails into paranoid valley. Possibly because she was naked. Not too many hiding places for nasty surprises on a completely naked body. Something he was unfortunately exceedingly aware of with her pressed into his side and partially on top of him. It had been a long time since he'd had a nude body pressed against him, and literally turns since said body belonged to a woman.
He looked into Orena's eyes, momentarily distracted by the hand pushing hair back behind her ear. It struck him then that she was still...pretty young. No, not all that much younger than him, but she was the same age as some of his weyrlings. It felt somewhat strange. (Then again, he'd slept with one of his weyrlings so...M'ta's morals weren't always in the right place. At least it had been after the dragon was mature.)
Her arm around his waist brought him back out of his head. She hugged him briefly, but her arm didn't move after she finished hugging him. The brownrider didn't really know what to do in this situation. He really didn't mind just lying together. Orena was known to him. But if she wanted more than that from him - and she was being awfully friendly - M'ta wasn't really eager for a repeat Fiona. His preferences actually leaned toward women, but he found himself...well, incapable, really. Mental blockages that just wouldn't clear, and Fiona hadn't known when to back off. Not the sort of experience he'd like to go through again.
"You must have something wrong with your nose, then," he commented teasingly. "I haven't had a chance to bathe since early this morning." No, he doubted that sweat and sex smelled all that wonderful. He shifted slightly, conscious of how close to his nipple ring her hand had strayed. The girl really was warm. There was something he'd been about to ask her, before his mind went off on tangents...Ah, yes.
"I mean...the last thing I remember was being half-crushed in that giant of a candidate's arms with the little weyrling." He glanced toward the door for a moment, then met Orena's eyes again. "Since you're here, I figure you must have done something? So thank you." He didn't know Orena as well as some of the other healers, but he knew her well enough not to be completely guarded around her. Something hard to do in this position as it was.
Subconsciously, as he spoke, his arm had tightened more snugly around her.
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Post by dragon on Nov 6, 2011 23:13:49 GMT -5
Orena looked back at M'ta for the moment that he met her gaze, and smiled again. He was sure being awfully tense. Why, she didn't know, but she wished he'd relax. It was kinda hard to snuggle all comfy warm if he was being all ... rabbit-in-the-cornerish. It wasn't like she was going to try and bite his balls off or anything.
Orr ... maybe he wasn't as tense as he looked? Orena only laughed at his answer and wiggled down a little more comfily. "I assure you, there is nothing wrong with my nose. Mmmmmm." she hummed happily and inhaled slow, long and deep. He really did smell good to her ... he smelled like man. Instead of like nothing, or like freshly washed, or like oil. He smelled like something absolutely lovely.
"Hrm. I remember that too. It couldn't have been terribly pleasant. Though I admit I never expected him to throw you at me." She admitted, drumming her fingertips on his side in an unconscious gesture as she thought a bit, trying to dredge up her own memories from the blurr that was Gerroff's take on things. "I am not sure what I did, but it must have worked out pretty good. I mean ... I think everything went pretty swell." She stated, making a mental note to encourage Gerroff to chase more often.
Though hopefully not to get into more fights over. Just ... the whole chasing thing had been an absolutely lovely distraction from her current state of affairs. It had been actually possible to forget her woes for a bit. The aftermath had been just as delightfully blissful, too. Even now as she basked in the afterglow of the whole event, she felt better than she had in months.
Of course, getting that teeny ting return hug was absolutely delightful too. Popping up out of where she'd been wiggling and snuggling down, she leaned over his chest and dropped a kiss on his cheek with a grin. "Whatever I did, you're quite welcome!"
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Post by Requiem on Nov 9, 2011 0:01:50 GMT -5
M'ta felt like he wasn't doing much more than wearing a surprised face as a constant, unbroken response to Orena's presence and actions. She was...sniffing him now? Well, R'wign had always loved him sweaty, too, but he'd thought that was just because R'wign was a guy...or maybe just because he was R'wign. The former Weyrhealer was nothing if not a touch weird. Apparently liking your men stinking was more prevalent than he'd thought.
Such thoughts were disrupted again. What, thrown? M'ta's brow furrowed slightly, as he didn't remember a single thing about being thrown. Much less into Orena. That seemed to explain his current position nicely, though...if he'd been thrown into her, it had likely sped toward its natural conclusion from there. Of course, the turning out pretty swell comment earned her some more blinks. It almost sounded like she liked sleeping with him. How...strange.
Then she was popping up, and had he not already been stretched out flat on his back no doubt he would have flinched back. As it was he just found himself staring a little wide-eyed at the ceiling when her lips brushed his cheek. "Um..." By this time, his face was beginning to feel quite warm. He could only be thankful that he was somewhat darkskinned and thus it wasn't too obvious. Probably.
His other arm joined his first, snuggling the woman snugly against him, though his reasoning was probably different than most would think; if he cuddled her this close, she couldn't be rubbing and wriggling all over and popping up to surprise him the very next moment. "I'm pleased, too," he finally said, apparently getting over his speechlessness at long last. The words were clearly genuine, despite how mild they seemed. Pleased. Relieved. A little confused by how affectionate she was being, but that was fine. Much better than dealing with an upset Orena.
One hand rubbed between her shoulderblades almost tentatively. Was this how people normally acted after such things? He wasn't sure. M'ta was...unused to people acting like he was attractive, or wanted really. He'd initiated the few situations of intimacy - he considered all of his time with R'wign one instance, in that the man had claimed he was straight before taking M'ta as his weyrmate - since he'd arrived at Selenitas. Heavily scarred and tiny (at least in height), well, he didn't really blame people for not being overly interested.
"I didn't do something nice for you or something and forgot about it, did I?" He looked down at her, confusion still clearly in his eyes. "I mean...you seem awfully friendly and I don't remember doing anything other than working with you in the infirmary."
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Post by dragon on Nov 10, 2011 21:40:16 GMT -5
He was a silly goose, that was all there was to it. He was acting awfully shy and surprised all the time ... the expressions were quite hilarious and Orena couldn't help but smile at him for his silliness. Apparently he wasn't used to people being nice or companionable? That was really sad - the idea of not having any companionable relations with anyone to the point where it was always so surprising as all that. Poor guy.
All that blushing was cute, too. Even if it didn't show all that well on him, it was pretty hard to miss at this close a proximity to his features ... on top of Orena's propensity for having an eye for that sort of thing. Goofing off was a lot less fun when you couldn't spot the blushes it created in the people around the area, after all. She'd done a lot of blush-prompting even before she'd ever made the Weyr. Gosh that was a long time ago, it seemed like. Though it had only been ... what, two turns?
"Hmmm!" Orena hummed as she settled down against M'ta in his embrace. She didn't know and didn't care that it was just a gesture to get her to hold still. It worked entirely well, and she was comfy. That was all that mattered to her. Resting her cheek on the front of his shoulder again, she smiled. The admission that he was pleased had her smiling a bit more too. It was definitely something she liked to hear. Getting a gentle backrub was a bonus she hadn't expected, but greatly appreciated too. "Mm, that's good."
She couldn't help but giggle at his comment though. "Maybe you did. Maybe you didn't. Does it really matter if you did anything nice for me or not?" She inquired, tilting her head back just a bit where it rested so she could pretend to look at him. Never mind there was nothing to see from here but lots of ... jaw. A very nice jaw at that. Orena reached up to run her fingertips along the line of it for a moment. "I am surprised you know me from the infirmary. I was under the impression that apprentices were more or less invisible to the top tier." There were certainly enough of them.
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Post by Requiem on Nov 11, 2011 14:27:42 GMT -5
Encouraged by the way Orena shifted against him and her words, his backrub became more confident, and it turned out that the brownrider was actually pretty damn good with his hands. Being a healer helped when it came to knowledge of muscle groups, anyway...not that Orena had much in the way of knots. The kneading of her back and shoulders didn't pause until her fingers trailed along his jaw, the man hesitating for a moment and shifting beneath her before resuming his actions of before.
"Top tier? I'm still an apprentice myself...in one of the fields, anyway. And have only been a journeyman in the other for less than a turn. Why wouldn't I notice you?" Granted, he'd been R'wign's weyrmate and new Kalierre fairly well through him, so his social circles within the infirmary included a good portion of the 'top tier,' but that sure didn't make him one of those people. "I notice everyone," he added wryly. "I'm too paranoid not to."
Wouldn't do for her to get the impression that he noticed people for any other reason, after all. M'ta wasn't kind or compassionate enough to be sensitive toward other people. (You know, unless you asked his surprisingly wide range of friends and his rather odd half-adopted family of which only one of the four actually shared any of his blood). "Speaking of paranoia..."
He shifted enough to get an actual look at her face, squinting a little at her. "Yes, I would think I would have had to have been nice or something if you're so willing to bother giants to help me and snuggling with me. Unless you just haven't heard that I'm a grumpy, evil little cuss who most people are afraid will stab them for next to no reason just because I'm in a bad mood?"
Yup. No one had ever claimed that M'ta was the most trusting of people. He'd be a whole lot more comfortable with this odd Orena snuggling situation if it made an ounce of sense to him. Which was probably why he kept pressing her for some sort of explanation as to why he had her snuggled naked against him in his arms right now when they'd woken up separately. (It made a little more sense if they'd started out that way, at least in his limited experience with creaturelust situations not involving R'wign.)
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Post by dragon on Nov 11, 2011 22:30:57 GMT -5
Orena was happy. Content. So pleased ... oh, he had good hands. She was humming happily under the attention, practically purring, relaxed and completely blissful - for as long as it lasted. Even if the interruption was only brief, it was enough to get her attention back on what he was saying instead of wallowing so happily in the bliss of a gentle massage.
"You? And apprentice? How did you manage to get to be shiftleader then?" Orena asked, completely puzzled. "Or ... am I mistaken on that?" She certainly never had thought he'd ever be standing in what he described. But it did explain - sortof - that he knew who she was enough to recognize her from the infirmary. "Paranoid." She mumbled into his skin, mulling over that one for a moment. "Why are you paranoid?" Of course, she'd weathered the whole Wasteland invasion thing, and had plenty enough ideas why a person might be paranoid for something like that. But ... nothing like that was going on in the Infirmary, certainly not at the moment that she was aware of. So it was a bit odd to her.
She squinted back at him when he went on his spiel of being suspicious of her. For ... what? She wasn't even doing anything other than enjoying the massage he was giving her. So she found it really hilarious just from the outset. It wasn't even like she was trying to get his pants off ... though that really didn't sound like such a bad idea. It would have to wait though, she was pretty sure. No reason to fuel his paranoia if it was being triggered by nothing. Orena just grinned, clearly amused as he rambled on, resting her cheek on his shoulder again.
"Actually, no. I hadn't heard you're a grumpy coot with pointy things. I don't tend to talk to too many people, you know. My time with people is usually spent more ... well, not quietly, but a lot less coherent?" She offered. "Besides, if that is the case, I am completely failing to see it and I honestly have to disagree with popular notion. I think you're quite nice, actually. And ... and and ... oh by the way, you give lovely massages, please don't stop."
"Besides. Giants don't bother me. The taller they are, the quicker they fall." she giggled a bit, and looked at him again. "I think you're quite nice, actually. Who ever in the world decided you were an evil little cuss?"
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Post by Requiem on Nov 13, 2011 21:51:13 GMT -5
M'ta snorted at her question. "Favoritism? Nepotism? I'm a journeyman healer at least? It's more alternate shift leader than anything else." Actually, he really wasn't that sure why he was a shift leader, himself. "Maybe they just figure if people know I'm one of the nighttime shift leaders no one will come in for stupid little things?" he added, in that dry way he had when he was making fun of himself. He didn't exactly have a reputation for being nice or understanding.
Her second question was...a good one. In fact, it only left him staring at her, lost, long enough for the conversation to turn to other things. What was he supposed to tell her? He knew he was paranoid, that when 'Ruth wasn't solid it came out in spades rather than just in little leaks...but it still didn't seem unreasonable to him. M'ta was right about people far too often for it to seem unreasonable. Short of whining about past trifles (riiiight, trifles) he doubted he could explain his 'paranoia' to anyone.
At least she seemed to find him amusing rather than right out irritating? He blinked when she asked him not to stop the massage, having not even realized that he was still doing it, then kind of grunted an affirmative that she probably wouldn't understand because most people didn't speak M'ta grunt. This was just so otherworldly for him. All her questions were a little hard to answer, too. Didn't this girl have fear? Any fear at all?
"I don't think anyone specifically decided it? I am little, and to my weyrlings at least I can be quite evil, and...I'm a grouch? I've threatened people, stolen, murdered. I think that's evil enough, don't you?" It wasn't that he was trying to scare her or convince her of anything. M'ta honestly was just trying to answer the dragonless girl's questions. Though how she figured that he was nice was certainly beyond him.
Something she could no doubt see written all over his face. "And, anyway, I'm scared of giants. They're...huge, for one. If they fall and you're underneath them they'll squish you," he added, this time with a playful edge to the words as he wrinkled his nose at her. M'ta was actually beginning to fully relax with Orena by now, thinking that she was a lot like Fiona. Maybe not entirely right in the head but harmless. And...well, not as embarrassing for him, either, because all she was doing was cuddling him. He could do cuddles.
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Post by dragon on Nov 13, 2011 22:24:04 GMT -5
Orena giggled. "Does it work?" She asked, clearly amused by the idea that he was assigned shiftleader to scare people away from the infirmary. Yes, a lot of people came in for things that really could be handled by the first person they stopped. Splinters, random bloody noses, stubbed toes, the occasional blood blister. Stuff that really didn't need an actual healer's attention to be fixed or dealt with. But ... trying to scare them away? This was a novel idea indeed. But even with that thought rolling around in her head, she noticed the distinct lack of an answer to the question of why he was paranoid. It did seem strange to her that someone with such a reputation as he was claiming would be paranoid at all.
But apparently he was. Or so he claimed. He sure was claiming a lot that she wasn't seeing any evidence to. Each to their own she supposed, wondering if he wasn't the one inventing his supposed reputation that everyone else supposedly knew that she had missed. She'd have to ask a few people if she got the chance. Just to see, out of curiosity. Given that he didn't answer, she let it slide easily enough. Obviously he either didn't have an answer, or he didn't wish to share. Orena was all about fun and mischief (the fun kind), not making people feel awkward or uncomfortable. It wasn't in her nature, and it was quite easy to let an accidental stumble like that slip into the tomes of memory unaccosted.
Especially when she was getting a massage out of the deal, if only an impromptu one that really wasn't doing much. It was contact, and good contact at that. So very nice! She'd have to return the favor sometime, obviously. But right now she was entirely caught up in listening to the way he sounded through his chest, and the massage she was getting to do any such thing just yet. "Mmmmmmmm." She approved.
"You're only going to think of yourself as little if you compare yourself to people bigger than you. Have you ever compared yourself to people littler than you? I bet you'd feel giant yourself." Orena pointed out. And there were, actually, smaller people. Granted, they might be harder to find. But mostly because he was too busy watching for the bigger ones. Can't see the trees for the forest type deal, she was convinced. She propped herself up to look at him, lacing her fingers together to nest her chin in with her elbows propped to either side of his chest as she contemplated him. "You know ... given what I've seen and heard, that's not really all that unusual given the circumstances. "Most people have stolen, murdered, or at least threatened people. Shells, I've stolen and threatened. Contemplated murder a few times, but never actually did it. It's such a downer." She remarked. "Do you like being a grouch?" Mostly just going on his own assessment of himself there, as she certainly hadn't seen his grouchy side. Not today, anyway! She'd seen plenty of other sides, but not that one.
Orena laughed again, and reached up to flick the end of his nose with one finger. "Of course they'll squish you if they fall on you. That's why you move when they start to go. And yell 'TIMBERRRRRR' when they do, too!" She explained theatrically with plenty of giggles. Though it was uncertain if she'd actually done such a thing or not from how she said it, whether she was being serious about it or just playing. They might well have been one and the same all things considered. "And then;" She continued in a stage whisper. "You jump up and down on them to see how many different noises you can get out of them before it's time to run away!"
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Post by Requiem on Nov 15, 2011 9:18:29 GMT -5
"I don't know? Maybe? Or everyone's just asleep," the brownrider responded, the latter seeming the more likely to him. Granted, his half-glares probably would give most people pause (as long as they had any clue whatsoever who he was, anyway) but people tended to be stupid. It was in their nature or something. That, and M'ta hadn't really ever specifically done anything to support the fear that he might hurt someone simply for coming in with a fixable problem. Glares and grumbles only went so far for so long. Far more likely they didn't show up because they were asleep than through any fear of him.
He couldn't resist being snotty at her comment, though. "What, women and children?" he quipped with a snort. Really? Did she think he was in a perpetual figurative dick measuring contest with every male who came along? M'ta said he was small because he was, not because he was preoccupied with size. Having been preconditioned to be wary of larger males, even though his issues with the entire gender were by and large faded to almost nothing without something other than their mere presence to stir said issues up, he tended to notice which ones were bigger than him. Which was just about all of them. It was okay. He didn't mind. Being small had its definite advantages. Speed and presenting a smaller target, to name two. That didn't mean he wasn't smaller than almost all of the men around him, though. No sense ignoring the obvious.
Orena was saved from any further snottiness (and yes, M'ta could be a definite brat when given the opportunity) by her apparent close scrutiny of him. Well...oddly enough that strangely did put things in perspective. The Weyrlingmaster didn't often think about how many other people had done 'evil' things and...well, he liked to ignore the fact that almost everything he did was for other people, or if not that than for survival at the very least. It wasn't like he was a psycho-killer sociopathic thief, though he'd done all those things.
The brownrider found himself blinking at her question yet again. "Do I like being one? I don't know? It keeps the parasites off? I've always been grumpy as far as I know." Here he added a random shrug to the mix, though he was still staring up at Orena curiously. What did she see in him as she was studying him that seemed to have her so intrigued? Honestly, M'ta's sense of humor was just...dry. Not that he wasn't grumpy, too, but it was easy to miss his humor so it probably made him seem even more grumbly than he actually was.
Nose flickage. He blinked. Then he blinked again as she began talking about falling giants and yelling Timber. It wasn't until she added jumping on them like a bouncy bean to the mix in that little stage whisper of hers that the Weyrlingmaster responded with more than just a half-startled look. He laughed. And continued laughing. A real, genuine laugh without the little bitter undertone. That image was just so...amazing, and he had to admit he sometimes did get the urge to knock these giants over and jump on them just to be taller and bigger if only for a few seconds. Like, hah, take that. Then, yes, scurry off before they could retaliate.
Catching the girl, he tickled his fingers over her flanks. "You're insane, you know that?" M'ta told Orena with a smile and maybe even some genuine affection.
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