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Post by glamourie on Sept 6, 2008 23:46:12 GMT -5
Thisisabadideathisisabadidea...
Despite how much he repeated that in his mind like a mantra (although the mental voice did not sound anything like his own - in fact, it sounded like a certain goldrider, and he vaguely wanted to bash his head off of a wall for being reminded of her), he couldn't bring himself to stop. Acknowledging something to be a very obvious mistake (like kissing a weyrlingrider; what if her dragon woke up?) and actually doing something about it was, evidently, worlds apart. It didn't help at all that she was encouraging bad behavior. Didn't Savitri realize what a major mistake they were making? How could she be so casual? Part of him was annoyed. Most of him, actually. There was absolutely nothing fair about the fact that she could go in blissfully naive. If Hepaticath did wake up and became scandalized, who would be held responsible? Him, of course, as the senior rider. There was disaster written all over it - and he didn't back off. Maybe he deserved to be blamed; he knew better and was doing it anyway...
Why did everything that felt so good have to be wrong? His finger trailed down her jaw until his hand rested on her shoulder, and he forcibly kept it there despite himself. No roaming hands, no sir.. no matter how encouraging that little shiver was. It was just a kiss. Nothing more. Couldn't be anything more; she wouldn't want anything more anyway, would she? Bad, bad. Couldn't be, Hepaticath would wake up and be confused and hurt - he wouldn't have been able to forgive himself if he caused harm to the little gold in any way. Ciceroth prized her too much. Hands would stay put.
Or at least, his would, although she did not appear to have any regard for that mental rule herself. Couldn't she read his mind? Shard it, but he didn't mind at all as he felt one of her arms move around his waist, her body edging closer. No, not one little bit. In fact, the complete lack of resistance was vaguely disturbing to him, both on his part and hers. Somewhere in the back of his mind he recognized that things were a lot more complicated than he'd originally thought, and that... was... problematic. Not half as problematic as the urge to run his hands down her body, though. Most of that was due to how little ... attention he'd gotten over the past few months, but some part of him strongly suspected it was also because of the fact that it was Savitri. He'd realized in the hallway she had a peculiar gift for getting under his skin when most people couldn't even get a genuine emotion out of him. At least he was starting to understand why. Not that he liked that realization at all. He'd just have to deal with that at some other time. Some other time when his mouth was not occupied with hers.
The problem with kissing to teach (as he kept mentally reminding himself) was that he was highly insecure; he kept expecting her to pull away and giggle at him, or something equally embarrassing. Not that Savitri was exactly prone to giggling. She seemed a quick enough study, though it amused him the way she was moving closer, winding her arms around him so encouragingly. Both amused and ... fascinated him on a level he was privately ignoring for the sake of not doing more than she'd asked. In the back of his mind he scolded himself; he was thinking about it way too much, but he'd never, to his knowledge, been anyone's first anything and he wasn't entirely sure he was the most qualified person to be teaching.. anything. Well, if he came off inexperienced, at least Savitri was less likely to be intimidated by him or to think anything poor of herself. That was.. cold comfort indeed.
His hand slid over her shoulder as he moved his tongue to brush lightly against hers; unlike his previous kiss, there was absolutely nothing demanding. His free arm moved around her waist, pulling her more firmly against him. She could easily have pulled away if she wanted to, but from her behavior thus far he doubted that she could. The other hand moved to the back of her neck, and he moved his tongue against hers. He silently hoped that she couldn't feel the rapid, fluttery beating of his heart. There was no reason to be nervous, but nervous he was, anyway, and it showed from the very gentle nature of the kiss - nearly the polar opposite of the earlier one. But then, it was meant to be a teaching experience, wasn't it?
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Post by kysseh on Sept 7, 2008 0:56:27 GMT -5
His hand slid down to her shoulder, and Savitri almost whined. Almost. He was not teaching, was he? Were hands involved with kissing? They were supposed to be, and his hand was just resting there and not demonstrating the proper technique. Though, she could not protest with the closeness of their bodies. He was warm, and she could not help but enjoy getting close to the source of that warmth. What woman could, really? She did squirm her shoulder a little bit to try to encourage his hand to move, just wishing he would hold her properly. Then she would not have to worry about him fleeing her for some ridiculous reason... and oh, were men ridiculous at times!
Wait, why was that on her mind?
The feel of his tongue brushing against hers sent all other thoughts fleeing her mind, and she instinctively arched a bit closer to him. So gentle! She found it enticing, and her tongue almost tentatively moved to slide along his, curling around it. Was that permitted? Well, she liked it, so if he didn't, he would just need to to protest. Not that she would listen a great deal, granted. She felt almost childishly giddy, especially when arms began to pull her closer to her, and she got as close to him as she could manage without totally draping herself across his torso. It delighted her how close they were in height. Her neck was not even hurting.
Speaking of her neck, she felt a hand around it, and she shivered again as fingers brushed over the pulse point in her neck. Shoot. Could he feel that her pulse was racing? Probably. She vaguely registered feeling warm and snuggly all over and had the oddest urge to crawl into his lap. Wait... that wasn't allowed. But she wanted to, regardless, so she settled for snuggling her body up to his, her chest smashed between them. This probably was not allowed either, but he was scarcely protesting. In fact, if the fluttering of his pulse, which she could feel with her hand on his neck, was anything to go by, he had no protests at all to make about the ignorant curiosity with which she attempted to return these affections.
He seemed almost nervous to be kissing her, which gave her a thrill and made her concerned. Ka'rys did not need to be worried about anything. He was enjoying it; she was enjoying it. She gently stroked at his back with the hand that rested there, tilting her head a little more to adjust the angle of the kiss. It didn't need adjusting, really, but the tiny increase in the angle added a new dimension of interest to the whole experience. It also made her neck ache a bit. She couldn't keep this up forever. Unfortunately, she was unwilling to break the contact for fear that he try to escape her. The thought of it had her splaying her fingers across the back of his neck, thumb rubbing against the pulse in his carotid. No, he had to stay!
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Post by glamourie on Sept 7, 2008 1:59:34 GMT -5
To think, he'd been worried, fleetingly, that she wouldn't respond at all. Clearly an unfounded concern, and he made a mental note to point out to her that she was obviously very good at taking examples -- why, exactly, had she needed to be taught in the first place? If he didn't know any better he would have believed that she asked him to 'teach' her solely for an excuse to get him to kiss her again, and some part of him did wonder if that was part of Savitri's motives - clearly she wasn't really in need of lessons at all. He wasn't arrogant enough to believe that was only it, though, and he was quite sure asking her (at a later date) would get him slapped, accused of being cocky, and termed a 'typical bronzerider' or something of that nature. He'd settle for wondering. It wasn't as though he had any complaints, after all - quite the contrary, he was very much enjoying the way that she was pressing up against him. Problem was, he was enjoying it a little too much, but.. no harm yet. As long as he remembered who it was that he was touching he'd be good, or so he hoped. With her pressed so close to him, he wasn't sure he could.
Encouraged by her response (and the fact that she didn't pull away immediately and slap him), Ka'rys brushed his tongue against hers again, more playfully, as though to bait her; some of his insecurity was lessening, although more from the fact that she was so close than anything else. Rational thought was quite quickly dissolving, and he felt his fingers curling underneath her shirt, brushing over the small of her back.. only to pull her quite firmly against him, so that she was literally in his lap. It took actually pulling her into his lap to make Ka'rys register what he was doing, though, and his hand quite quickly moved right back out of her shirt, though he did not in any way push her away. He did pull away lightly as though to break the kiss, though he caught her bottom lip as he went, half-kissing, half-sucking gently. It wasn't until he broke the kiss though that he realized that breathing was probably a good idea. He'd been distracted, not his fault.
As much as he'd have loved to keep going, he did not trust himself. At all. The urge to turn around and pin her against the arm of the couch was a lot stronger than he was willing to admit, and he was reluctant to let her go even as he slouched back slightly. A miniscule amount of distance, but distance nonetheless; hopefully enough to keep his mind in check. He really needed to work on that. His self-control was blatantly failing; it was embarrassing. Savitri would probably find it funny, but he didn't. Best not to be a bad influence on weyrlingriders if he could help it... even if kissing her did feel wonderful. Cursed distracting female. He was half-tempted to believe she was punishing him for surprising her earlier, but only half.
"You are a quick study," he said quietly by way of explanation, "but I don't trust myself to... stop." Would she get the hint? He hoped so, as even with a touch of distance between them, he was quite tempted to run his hands down her chest, a subject he was fairly certain would be more than awkward. Asleep or not, that was bound to get Hepaticath's attention, and his nerves were fried. The last time a woman had touched him the way that Savitri was, outside of Flightlust, was before he left Fort -- and in Flightlust, it was before Hepaticath hatched, when Aslath flew. Not exactly the most comforting of notions, and he was suddenly painfully aware of just how long it had been. No, his faith in himself was very low, particularly with someone who he actually.. liked. It was hard to admit that even to himself, but he did like her, and he did not want to run her off by letting her know just how much he wanted to do more. Awkward.
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Post by kysseh on Sept 7, 2008 12:42:13 GMT -5
Savitri could not help a soft laugh as his tongue playfully toyed with hers, a laugh that was muffled by their mouths moving against one another. She responded in kind to his teasing, suddenly finding it not at all strange to have her tongue quite literally trying to mate with someone else's. It sounded strange in theory, but the practice was remarkably satisfying... and pleasurable, as the shiver down her spine noted. She needed to encourage him to do this again, and that was about the extent of the coherent thoughts floating through her mind at the moment, largely because he was sharding good at what he was doing. Of course, she would have to tell him that. After.
The feel of hands slipping beneath her shirt and onto the small of her back caught her by surprise, and she instinctively arched her back to further that touch, even as he pulled her onto his lap. It felt a little awkward, and she didn't know where to put her legs. Her mouth and hands seemed more important than anything else at the moment, though, so she just settled there, moaning softly as his hand removed itself from her shirt. Shard him. She had liked that! His face began to move away, and she tried to follow, another soft moan escaping as he caught her lower lip as he lightly broke the kiss. Shard him... couldn't they do that again?!
Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked more than a little dazed as she finally took a breath in. Consciousness flooded her. Oops. She had forgotten to breathe; that was not good. He had made her forget with that silly tongue-thing of his that she wanted an instant replay of. She huffed a small sigh, the corners of her lips turning downward as he slouched a bit away from her. No repeat was in store, apparently, which made her just a bit dejected. She had enjoyed that quite a bit, though as oxygen returned to her body, she realized that she had better not push the limits. Hepaticath was still deeply slumbering, but... too much more of any of that would probably wake her. No, Cath did not need to be witness to this.
She heard him speaking as if through a fog and gave her head a brief shake to clear it, unwilling to remove her hands from him. He was very warm and comfortable... and holding on meant he could not escape. Wait... why would he escape again? She had forgotten; it must not have been important. "I have a good teacher," she admitted quietly, her cheeks more than a little flushed. Was it suddenly hot in the room? It felt like it. She wanted to continue on that vein so badly, but she couldn't. It made things very difficult, and she let out another sigh, her eyes trained on his mouth as she worried her lower lip a bit. She wanted to... she couldn't. She wanted to... she couldn't.
"I know I could stop, but.... I'm sorry for making this hard on you. That was...." Enlightening? No. Well, it was that, but it was much, much more than that. "... wonderful. I wish I didn't have to make you stop, but.... Cath is too young. I can't do that to her right now, much as I'd like to keep.... doing whatever that is technically called." Kissing was not the right word for it, she did not think. But... oh, how she wished Cath was grown to enjoy this with her! She valued these days of the gold being young and largely naive about desire or lust, mostly because it kept her, Savitri, rather safe. But right now, she did not want to be untouched... not by Ka'rys. She flushed at the realization that she was far more fond of him than she had originally thought. Shardit. Her gaze flicked away to avoid his scrutiny, and she shifted a bit to lean her side against his chest. Her face was now perilously close to the side of his, but she tried to ignore that. "Thank you..." she said softly, just resting there for the moment until her breathing evened out. She still sounded like she had just run for leagues... after one kiss.
Oh, he was good.
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Post by glamourie on Sept 7, 2008 14:32:10 GMT -5
The flush of feelings racing through him was not good. Not good at all. Most of Ka'rys wanted to pull her firmly against him and find out whether or not her skin felt as soft as it looked, tasted as wonderful as -- no, no, no. He resisted, and it was a force of will. Keeping himself from mauling her was quite a project, and the fact that she was not putting up any level of protest didn't help at all. His only saving grace was the knowledge that he could never forgive himself if something happened to Hepaticath, if harm came to her, because of him. Not to mention Savitri would never forgive him either. The entire situation would be messy and unpleasant for everyone involved. Better to stop while they were ahead, while things were still... exciting. Even if the euphoric sensation in the back of his mind was considerably lessened by the knowledge that he probably would not get to do that again for months at the earliest. Let alone the idea of anything more. He probably should have felt guilty, that his mind was already going down the path of wondering what it would feel like to run his hands over her body, but... he didn't. All he felt was a twinge of regret that he couldn't act on that temptation. Especially when most of his suspicions that she'd want him to stop were being rapidly blown away.
"Don't pout so," he teased softly, though the slight note of amusement in his voice was in part fueled by the fact that he was sure a similar expression passed over his own face only moments before. Against his better judgment, he tightened his fingers against the fabric of her shirt, pulling her closer to him again. Relaxing against the couch as he was, there was more than enough room for her to make herself comfortable, if she decided to, but she'd be mostly-draped over him. Laying on top of him. He wasn't sure he'd have objected if she wanted to, either, although the warmth her body provided reminded him of just how much sleep he was lacking; he was torn between wanting to pull her close to him and go to sleep, or running his hands and mouth over parts of her body he'd only seen in a few fleeting fantasies. The former was more likely, but he doubted that Savitri would be for the idea of napping, and it wasn't necessarily the best of ideas for the two of them to be so ... close... anyway. Not given the way his dreams seemed to be headed.
Her words made him smile, despite himself; it was one of his rare, genuine smiles, and he half-bowed his head as though to hide the expression. He didn't blush but he was close to it, and he was not entirely sure why. She'd admitted she was never kissed before, so why was he so flattered that she seemed to think he was good, when she had nothing to compare it to? Answer: Because it was her saying it. Shard it, he did not like how much her opinion mattered. That was... odd. Very, very odd.
Ka'rys leaned forward to brush his lips gently against her forehead before relaxing back against the couch. A slight nod was offered in response to her words, which sent a giddy sort of feeling through him; a mixture of flattery and honest arrogance. Didn't she realize she was fluffing his ego most effectively? He decided not to tell her. It wouldn't be long before she did something that counted as a blow to his pride anyway. "The term is kissing," he said, voice still very quiet - there was something about how close they were (physically) that simply prevented him from speaking in normal tones. It felt more intimate to talk in hushed tones, as though someone would overhear them. Someone like who? Ciceroth? He reached out to his mind mate and received little more than absolute quiet; he was sound asleep. That fact was emphasized by a half-snore, half-snorted that came from the other side of the weyr, as though the bronze recognized he was being thought about. Ka'rys's eyebrows raised slightly as she continued to speak and he couldn't help but chuckle quietly, "As... tempting as all of this is, I think we'd both regret it if we didn't stop now, Hepaticath's age or not." There were several reasons for that, but the most important was that Savitri did say she'd never kissed before.. which meant she'd probably never done anything else either. Rushing into things all at once never worked out well for anyone, no matter how tempting.
The closer she moved against him, the more he regretted actually stopping, but... there was nothing doing. Both of his arms moved around her torso, draping more affectionately than he meant for them to, as though he was worried she'd decide to hop up and run off. It felt good for her to be so close to him. Her face so close was so tempting and just -- no. No.
Rumbling. Ciceroth. Ka'rys blinked slightly, leaning his head against hers as his gaze turned in the general direction of Ciceroth's weyr. Apparently, he'd woken the bronze up, and the amusement that washed over him was extremely awkward. Are you trying to mate with a weyrlingrider? Shame on you, he teased, but Ka'rys could feel how relieved Ciceroth was that most of his anger and hurt had dissipated. Ka'rys was, too, though surprised at how quickly the two of them could go from bickering to ... doing... other things. Surprised and amused.
"Ciceroth is making fun of us," he said softly by way of explanation, figuring that the bronze's rumbling deserved to be acknowledged. He had, after all, totally ignored the snoring. "He was asleep ... and woke up specifically to make fun of us. You, too." Although it was more directed at him, but Savitri needn't know that. Besides, it was her fault as much as it was his. She was the one who was insistent on being taught to kiss. And... thanking him? "I think I'm the one who should be thanking you, technically, but... you're welcome anyway." He paused, then couldn't resist adding, very quietly, "Have I redeemed myself for the firelizard egg, then?"
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Post by kysseh on Sept 8, 2008 18:48:04 GMT -5
The fact that he told her not to did not make her pout disappear. Actually, it was only her own wandering thoughts that chased the expression from her face. His fingers in her shirt, pulling her closer as he relaxed, had her leaning more into him, left arm around his waist and right hand still curled around the back of his neck. It was... comfortable this way. Just being held like this was.... soothing. Comforting. It made her feel less... alone. That confused her. She had never felt really lonely before, or not that she had recognized, she hadn't. She always had people around. Siblings, young children to look after, the other healers, the other weyrlings... Cath. But now, being held close this way... and just held, without expectation of more, since there could not be more.... it made her feel odd, somehow. She could not understand it.
It confused her, but she did not have enough time to consider it, for she saw a smile flit across his face. He bowed his head to try to hide it, but she saw it anyway and snuggled in closer to his chest, smiling back at him. Oh, their faces were so, so close! She wanted to close the distance and return them to their previous activities, but her confusion, her oddly flopping stomach--why was it doing that?!--and the thought of Hepaticath being distressed held her back. In any case, he leaned in to press his lips to her forehead, and she stirred a bit, her smile widening. That felt... quite nice. She was bemused as to his definition of what they were doing, or had been doing, turned out to be so... simple.
"I didn't know kissing included... hands," she admitted, inclining her head a bit to rest it on his shoulder. Oh... well, that was very comfortable. She exhaled softly, contented, despite her still-present confusion. Ciceroth's noise had her wondering, but she opted to not ask... for now. "But I agree that we should wait on more. I... Cath just... I don't want to upset or hurt her. But I want to do this again... maybe when she's sleeping really deeply again?" She could not quite keep the note of hopefulness out of her tone, wishing he would... just humor her on this. After all, he was male, and he could scarcely protest the attention. She hoped he didn't mind where her head was resting on his shoulder, her face just inches from his neck, on that vein of thought. She liked this closeness, for a reason she could not express.
His arms wrapped around her, and she struggled to find a definition for the implication. It was... snuggly. Affectionate. Was this how her siblings felt when she wrapped them up in a hug after a rough day... or when they just needed some attention? No, that would not cause the unfamiliar heat she felt in her lower belly that she was sure was... desire, among other things. She shoved that done. It needed to stay far, far away from her consciousness. She doubted that Ka'rys was giving her this attention in a parental fashion, though. He was too young to be a parent to her, and... well, you just didn't kiss like that as a parent to a child or vice versa. No, that was something very, very different. So... why did this feel odd, then?
Ciceroth's rumbling surprised her almost as much as Ka'rys resting his head against hers. It was all surprising but not unwelcome, and she let her eyes drift closed, just half-lying atop him where they both relaxed back on the couch. A chuckle escaped her at Ka'rys' admission. "I see. I can't blame him. We are very funny. We were just fighting, and then kissing. And now we're... I'm not sure. Hugging?" It seemed like an odd sort of hug, though. Hugs did not induce funny pleasure-type feelings like this. His mention of the egg had her wrinkling up her nose again. That dratted egg! "I... no. But... I won't get mad about it anymore. I'm just... stressed out. So much to do lately, so it's worrying," she admitted quietly. "I like to be busy, but... just been lots on my mind."
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Post by glamourie on Sept 8, 2008 23:57:05 GMT -5
"It can," he explained with a slight, not wanting to move from his spot so curled against her, "and sometimes, does, obviously..." Technically there were 'other' terms for what they were doing but most of what was springing to mind would not do to be spoken aloud. He strongly suspected that Savitri would pull away from him if she put too much thought into their actions. Truthfully, Ka'rys also would not have blamed her. He didn't understand why she'd wanted him of all people to .. kiss her... at all. She could say what she wanted about being attracted to him but Ka'rys wasn't a fool; no one ever found him attractive, not in a physical sense and not in a personality-sense. He wasn't insecure, so much as simply accepting of the fact that he had a talent for running people off. But - wait. She wanted to... do it again? ... So confusing. He'd never have claimed to understand the fairer sex but Savitri puzzled him more than most; the fact that she was intelligent and so obviously liked him (maybe she had a masochistic streak?) was very strange to the bronzerider. He didn't dislike it... he simply could not wrap his mind around the concept. She wasn't unattractive (no, in his opinion she was quite the opposite), but more over, she was also a goldrider -- there were very few men at Selenitas that would turn her away if she wanted them. Why in all of Pern did she seem to prefer him? It didn't make any sense...
... but he liked that feeling, the warm fuzziness that he wasn't entirely sure how to describe. Savitri was - so much younger. So much younger. Nineteen; he was twenty-nine. Ten turns. Ten. So why did he want her to stay with him so he could keep his arms wound around her? He wanted to blame it on desperation, but that wasn't fair to either of them; he'd never gotten quite that bad before. He'd been attracted to women before, but Savitri was different. Mainly because she didn't seem content by being driven away, and he couldn't blame their relationship - whatever it qualified as - totally on physical attraction, since ... there was no real physical relief for either of them. Exactly what did they qualify as, then? Not lovers, certainly; not just friends because friends did not normally end up so intimate. Where exactly did they fall on the spectrum of things? His head hurt.
To answer her question, Ka'rys nosed her hair lightly. "You're welcome to come to my weyr whenever you want," he said by way of explanation, "just make sure to tell Ciceroth to wake me up... just in case of... anything." He was more worried about stabbing her than anything else, because unfortunately, that was his typical response to people coming into his weyr when he was asleep. Wake up and immediately go for gutting; he didn't have any intentions of breaking himself of that habit since he had no real reason to. Savitri could just as soon take a few moments to address Ciceroth if she wanted to arrive. It wasn't as if she didn't talk to him most of the time anyway, and the bronze liked her. "Why are you explaining...?" Was it for her benefit, or his? He didn't need the explanations, "Neither of us would ever forgive ourselves, or the other, if Hepaticath was upset or frightened because of us. You don't owe me any explanation for feeling that way. Ciceroth was young once, too, even if he doesn't remember it."
Ka'rys relaxed further back against the couch. Her warmth coupled with how comfortable his position happened to be was enough to make his mind start drifting closer and closer to sleep. "I'd use the term 'cuddling' if I had to describe it... or 'lounging' might fit... The egg really was just a green egg. I doubt it will hatch on you..." His words trailed off and his grip on her loosened slightly enough that if she wanted to escape, she could; he didn't mind much either way. "I think I'm falling asleep though." Think? No, he knew. He was very, very comfortable. His furs were usually wonderful too, but they didn't have Savitri curled up on top of him in them, and even if she decided to leave, he was fully intending on staying put. "Will you be staying...? If you're stressed... you should nap too..." The fact that he was starting to make less sense was clear indication of sleep taking over his mind, but Ka'rys didn't much mind. Sleep did help deal with stress, after all.
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Post by kysseh on Sept 9, 2008 1:00:06 GMT -5
Ka'rys was not telling her something, but Savitri was loathe to press. She did not want him to clam up again. He seemed very cautious about this whole matter, and if he was feeling anything like she was at the moment... well, he was older. He was probably used to this, given how long he had been a rider and been a part of Flights and Flightlust and other such delightful aspects of weyrlife. She, however, was completely bemused by these feelings which she correctly defined as... lust. But, this was... odd. She had always thought that lust was a burning, burning need. This was more... an all-over warmth that concentrated in certain areas and made her heart flutter every time he moved. Shards.... this was wholly unfamiliar to her, and she was very, very cautious about it.
But, oh, she wanted to keep going! She wished Cath could grow faster to enjoy this with her, and she groaned softly and squirmed a bit at the thought. It took a moment to shove those thoughts back down, and she snuggled her face against the side of his neck. She had to move her legs to be a little more stable, and her knee accidentally brushed his groin. Oops. "Sorry," she mumbled softly before she settled, finally stilling once she was completely comfortable. She didn't want to get up now, so she hoped he didn't mind. She did not mind the closeness. That overpowering odor that most men seemed to emanate was absent on him... perhaps because he was not massive. But he was still warm and smelled pleasantly... male. Or, perhaps that was just because her nose was smashed against his neck.
His offer made her smile a bit, something she was sure he could feel. She planned on visiting him quite often... preferably when Hepaticath was asleep. She wanted a repeat of this occasion, certainly. If she could get his hand on her back again, she would be a very, very happy girl. Hands elsewhere were desirable as well, but she would not push it. She wanted this contact with him... but Hepaticath was worth far more. The gold also disapproved of Ka'rys in multiple ways, even if she adored his bronze. Fickle little weyrling. "I just... feel guilty asking you for that without being able to complete the act for... many reasons. I plan to come visit, when Cath is sleeping again, probably. I want to do this again." Her tone was very blunt, very honest, and a little on the tired side. She was mentally exhausted and had the urge for a short nap. Surely, he would not mind, right?
He was relaxing, and she made a noise of displeasure as his hold on her loosened. She wanted him to hold her, shardit, for whatever reason her crazy mind could concoct. Why was he letting go? She pressed as close as she could get away with and just... lay there, half-atop him. "Cuddling is fine. And I hope, for your sake, that it doesn't hatch. I don't need anymore headaches," she murmured, her voice muffled where she was pressed against his neck. Where her lips touching his skin? Oops. Well, that would not instigate anything, and Ka'rys sounded like he was going to sleep. "That's... I'm going to nap. Just for a bit. I have a lot to do," she insisted quietly, idly stroking her fingers along the back of his neck. Warm... so warm. "Just until Cath wakes up..."
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Post by glamourie on Sept 9, 2008 8:04:46 GMT -5
Ka'rys jumped slightly at the sudden and unexpected movement of her knee against .. such a sensitive area, and he was very glad that her position prevented Savitri from seeing his face; the slightest creep of a flush flared around his cheeks and dissipated most instantly when no teasing followed. Yes, he was ... interested; what exactly was he supposed to be feeling? He'd calmed down considerably from the state he'd been in when he first woke up but he was only human, and no matter what Savitri may have thought or believed, she was attractive, in more than just a physical sense most of the time. He kept himself in check because he had to but there was no telling his body what his mind was well-aware to be fact. Stupid body had its own opinion of what was right and what was wrong, and it apparently disagreed quite strongly with the mind above his shoulders. He bit his tongue to keep from swearing slightly, and relaxed, grateful that Savitri chose not to comment on his... physical state. Again. She'd already teased him once, she only got one freebie, and she'd used it. Right. Okay.
He felt her smile and a hint of nervousness rose in his chest, but no teasing followed it, and he deduced that he was probably just being ridiculous. Savitri was a healer. Surely she knew, intellectually, the kind of physical response a male's body had to stimulation; if she had any guess about what kind of a person he was, she also likely realized he was not flighty when it came to bedding women. Did she recognize that she was literally the first person to touch him since Aslath's flight, and that occasion had been far less than pleasant in the long run given how soon after Shei's birth it was? All of those thoughts were pushed out of his mind as he focused, instead, on the warmth her body so wonderfully curled against his provided. There were some things that were almost as enjoyable as the physical - and a lot more intimate. When he'd slept properly he would probably be nervous at just how much so. Cuddling was one of them.
"Kissing doesn't always have to end in sleeping together, Savitri; not every guy you kiss expects that." Did she really believe that all men expected women to just drop their clothes at the first sign of physical affection? They weren't quite that bad, no matter what the fairer sex may have believed. "You shouldn't feel guilty. Even if Hepaticath was old enough... I would have wanted to stop." He probably owed her an explanation for that, so he opened his eyes slowly, as his fingers traced lazy circles over her back. He was half-waking up more, but only for the sake of explaining so as to prevent possible insult. "Your firsts shouldn't come all at once. Rushing like that - all it ends in is hurt and resentment. I don't want you to resent me or to perceive me as taking advantage of you - in any way." More over, he also didn't want to sleep with her when he was half-asleep and exhausted, especially if it was her first time; talk about embarrassing on his end. He'd have much rather had... more energy. Much more energy. "So you shouldn't feel guilty, like I said..." Wait, had she just admitted to wanting to sleep with him? ... He decided, privately, that she must have simply been raised with some very ideas; it was the only explanation. The only one he was prepared to accept emotionally, anyway.
More loose circles traced over her back as his eyes fell back closed, a darkness blanketing itself over his mind. He heard her comment about the egg and smiled, despite himself, moving to speak - but the words came out a jumbled mixture of "Sopunishmethen" that was barely audible and definitely groggy from need for sleep. She felt so good against him that most of his sarcastic comments had faded and it didn't take long for him to drift to sleep. In fact, he was sound asleep before she even commented that she was going to nap, too; if he'd heard her, though, he probably would have smiled.
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