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Post by Administrator on Dec 13, 2007 22:43:14 GMT -5
Smiling still, Marra's hands moved down to Rawign's side, washing them with extreme tenderness, while at the same time wondering if they were just as sensitive as hers were. "Unless you get to irritating, you can stay," she told him with a chuckle. "And I'll let you know if you're too annoying. If that happens, I won't let you request anything," she explained with a solemn, discreet wink. It was almost a little tingling thrill that shot through her stomach- what if he, erm, requested that they... go all the way? It dawned on her that she wouldn't be able to turn him down. She was going to keep him yearning for as long as she could, though- she wanted it to be absolutely amazing if they ever did go that far. Suspense made everything better. She blinked, then blushed. She truly needed to stop thinking of him in that way. Well, maybe not need, but she certainly should. Though, seeing him here, without a shirt... She let out an involuntary sigh. Too bad he was wounded, or else she would have to resort to running her fingers along his chest, skin contacting skin, an experience Marra longed to have, but resisted.
"Well," she went on, "the infirmary is a bad place. All the nauseating smells, the young apprentices who interrupt at inopportune times..." She grinned, then rolled her eyes. "It's fine if you work here, but I just don't like you being the patient. But, as we discussed, that will never happen again." Cheerily, she finished up his side with an easy swipe. Moving behind him, she swung her legs around to hang down beside his, close enough for him to feel the V of her legs encircling him. Not even really noticing the way she was latched to him, she now brought the rag to wipe across his back. Washing it carefully, she savored the way her fingers dragged the rag along his back, in no particular pattern.
Bringing her mouth to his ear at his words, she hovered by it tauntingly. "I wouldn't get too overconfident. After all, there may be a time when I go away from you and not come back," she told him, her words in flirtatious jest. "You'll have to work hard to keep me interested." Lie. He probably would have to do absolutely nothing to keep her around, so long as he didn't become too stupid. Without kissing him, she teased by moving her lips away from him again as she went back to washing.
Casually looking over at Li and Desdemona, Marra smiled a little. The little green was completely curled with the bronze, which was as surprising to the harper as it was to the healer. Mona was always clinging onto Marra. Looks like she had found something else to cling to, she thought in amusement. "Maybe it's a sign," she conjectured, cautiously not bringing up the topic of Flights. Green flitter Flights didn't force too much feeling on their pet, save for if they already had some feelings. That just might encourage her on. Would she let Rawign be near her when that happened? The result of that would be very predictable. But for now, Mona was still a baby. Marra fondly looked on as the green, lost now in her dreams, unconsciously snuggled against the bronze.
Done with her task, Marra looked up, frowning slightly. "How do I bandage you back up?" she inquired, extracting herself from Rawign's body with great reluctance. "And where's that tea?" she hollered after Orelin. Unaware that she may be scaring the boy, she returned to her cross-legged position, watching Rawign intently as she waited for instruction.
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Post by glamourie on Dec 14, 2007 21:49:20 GMT -5
So tender did her hands feel, despite the fact that they were moving over his injured sides, that it was hard for Rawign to continue focusing on anything but that one sensation. Warm chills, if they could be called that at all, traced up his spine and it was an active effort on his part not to shudder in response. Her hands felt so wonderful, even if he was hurting and he could already imagine what such touches would have felt like if he wasn't hurt. Maybe thoughts for another time? When he wasn't hurt? If they managed to avoid killing each other, that was. But it seemed to him that killing was the last thing on both of their agendas, and he for one could think of far better ways to spend their time alone together, starting with the feeling of skin on skin and lips on li-- ow. He was almost grateful for the sudden burst of pain that came from the long gashes on his back and the feeling of Marra cleaning them, for though she was tender, the wounds were still so fresh and foreign as to spur pain with the most gentle of touches. Her words helped keep his mind in the present too, if only because they were a distraction from what he was picturing. Why did he have to have such a vivid, active imagination?
"Uh-huh," he said quietly. "I should warn you that Beggar snores. Do his annoying habits count toward my level of annoying tendencies, or does he count as his own separate entity?" 'Snoring' wasn't really the right description for what Beggar did, though. The firelizard slept in the funniest positions, and usually half-chittered in his sleep, half-chirped, somewhere between both, like a human might mumble under their breath while napping. Really, it was rather comical to behold, for most people who weren't trying to sleep... but the sound was rather steady and hard to block out. Rawign was used to it and so he managed to avoid waking up when Beggar got going, most of the time. He did not, however, know how deeply Marra slept, if at all.
And what exactly were their sleeping arrangements going to be? If he went to her apartment, would they be sleeping curled up in her furs together? ... He hoped so. He slept better with Marra there than he did when he was alone. Some part of him was still frightened when he closed his eyes, still stuck on the sound of flesh tearing and the feeling of claws against his skin, of growls and hisses and that horrible screech that Jessereth emitted, like nothing he could have ever imagined or ever wanted to hear again...
Fortunately, Marra was an unbelievable distraction. Only self-control prevented him from running his hands down her sides, chest, anywhere they could reach, as she moved around him. He was pleased that he wouldn't have to fight her to come to the infirmary though, as the only time he felt like he was doing anything worthwhile was when he was in there working. No part of Rawign was capable of dealing with the idea of being useless. Sure, he was just one of many Journeymen, not even one of the more talented ones, but... he at least managed to make a dent in the patient load when he was there. Injured, he'd probably be scolded more for overworking himself, but if he was there he could talk to the apprentices and tell them how to deal with the easier, run-of-the-Weyr cases, like minor finger burns from cooking and scuffs and scrapes. Most of them would know what to do already but by the egg, Rawign had to do something to avoid going insane from boredom. 'Relax' wasn't a word in his vocabulary in relation to himself... apparently.
"Mm... work hard. I'm told I'm a hardworker by nature." Rawign raised an eyebrow and smiled. Though the expression was little more than a slight curve of his lips, the way his eyes lightened was enough to imply that there was more to those words than his tone implied. Really, if he hadn't managed to prove that he was willing to work to keep Marra's interest, though, he wasn't sure he ever would. However, Rawign knew that Marra was just as aware of that fact as he was... and he was just conceited enough to believe she'd have a hard time just completely forgetting him. He wasn't that easy to forget. He may not have been the most good looking or amazing person, but he was a good blend of looks and intelligence, thanks. (He wasn't egotistical, no, never.)
His gaze flicked back to the firelizards, and Rawign's smile widened. "Maybe." His head tilted slightly. He'd never seen Li behave so amiably to other flits. He seemed convinced he was a dragon and Rawign hadn't managed to break him of that concept yet. "Or maybe they're just tired of us ignoring them. I'm surprised Roxie hasn't shown up yet to raise a fuss. She must be asleep somewhere, that or she and Beggar have found someone in the kitchens that they can bully. She still can't stop, you know. She flies into things to stop.. oh."
Rawign lifted one hand and indicated the bandages. "See the bigger, thicker ones? You have to put them against the cuts and take the binding tape to secure it on either side." The binding tape was medical strips that secured some bandages in place. "Start with the side and my back, those are the worse ones. Once you're done putting those squares over them, you do the same with the ones on my chest, and then wrap the bandages over my shoulder and around. Then you tie them off and use the tape again to secure the end." It wasn't that hard, really. If Marra had questions, she'd ask. He trusted her enough to ask him if she had problems with, well, anything. And, strangely enough, Rawign probably would have answered her. He wouldn't tell most people anything but Marra, he'd answer most of her questions, if she had any. That in itself was out of the ordinary for him.
Orelin returned a moment later, with a tray and a cup of tea, which he set on the cot. As he set it down, he actually glanced up at Marra before looking at Rawign. "I made it as strong as I could, but it probably won't taste very good and adding things diminishes the effect. I've heard if you plug your nose you don't taste it though," he said quietly, before turning back to Marra. "I'm sorry for taking so long. I'm going to go check on one of the other patients, maybe brownrider Z'hin is awake now." Without waiting for a response, Orelin then scurried off, clearly very eager to get away from the yelling woman.
Watching him go, Rawign picked up the tea cup and sniffed it before pulling a face. "I think you scared him."
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Post by Administrator on Dec 16, 2007 1:58:57 GMT -5
"He counts as his own entity," Marra replied cheerfully. "I can make him sleep in another room. You, however, can sleep next to me." As she said this, she leaned over his shoulder, her eyes flickering to his face to look for how he would react. He wouldn't mind, right? After all, he did say he had never slept so well before... Neither had she, either. It seemed only right that they sleep in the same bed once again. Hell, she should climb right back into the furs with him after bandaging him back up. "You'd have to get used to Mona sleeping on your feet, though," she went on in a businesslike tone. "It's her official spot. It'll keep us warm though." As if their bodies close together wouldn't do that. She found herself smiling, and she found herself eager to be shirtless again, presssing her body against his warm frame once more... She sighed. Keeping these sorts out of her brain took more effort than she would have thought.
His suggestive remark made her smile more. Chuckling to herself, she picked up the bandages, playing with them in her hands for a moment, wrapping them around her hands and undoing them, over and over. "Oh, the end result won't require as much hard work as getting there will be," she told him with a smirk. Yes, this was better. Keep him desiring... Shards, this was hard to do when she was thinking these thoughts herself! Realizing what she said, she blushed a little. "That is, if I let you get that far," she added in a weak defense. Shard it! Did he know her intentions? Or... maybe not intention. But... eventual hope? Shells, why was she so awkward?
Sighing, she looked at the flitters one last time. "They're cute," she replied simply. "I think Mona might be peeved that I haven't doted on her since coming here. She's so clingy," she told Rawign, but her words were affectionate toward her little green. Shaking her head in amusement at his description of Roxie, she unwound the bandage from her fingers and proceeded to follow his directions.
She didn't even bother to look up at Orelin when he returned with the tea. Slowly and carefully, she wrapped Rawign up in the bandages, nodding curtly at Rawign. "Thanks," she told him shortly, and probably sounded rude in doing so. "We'll call if we need you for anything." Which she doubted she'd do. Rawign was a healer; he would be able to tell Marra what to do if he needed something. Taping the end one last time, she smiled at her somewhat messy, yet suitable, job.
Glancing once more over at the veils (making sure the one she had dragged over covered them), she came back over to sit beside Rawign. Alone again, she thought giddily. Bringing her lips to his, she kissed him gently, one hand behind his head and the other on his thigh. Of course, this time, she wouldn't give him a show unless he asked, as she had made it clear to him. However, she almost suggested it, toying with the hem of her shirt innocently. "Be a good boy and drink your tea," she told him sternly, her gray-blue eyes twinkling.
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Post by glamourie on Dec 16, 2007 4:39:22 GMT -5
That would be interesting to watch. Rawign had the sneaking suspicion that Beggar would not thank Marra for sending him away. He wasn't quite as clingy as Li in the respect that Li flat out refused to leave the room Rawign was in without a great deal of protest. The little bronze usually sat on the Healer's shoulder, and though he was quiet, his presence was always there, and always a comfort. At night, Li usually slept on Rawign's chest or next to his head, curled up into a delicate bronze ball, his head tucked under one wing. As for Mona? "She'll have to get used to sharing her spot, then." He smiled. "Li doesn't like not sleeping near me. He won't leave whatever room I'm in. Roxie usually follows Beggar around, but Li - Li won't go anywhere I'm not, if he can help it. I have to fuss with him to make him do anything. He's extremely clever, but he doesn't like leaving me, or rather, letting me out of his sight. He usually is okay if he can see where I'm at, though..." He glanced at her, meeting her eyes before tilting his head. The look he wore was not remotely innocent, and he did not try to hide it from her. "Hmm... sleeping with you, eh..."
He was... very much okay with that. Not just because the chance to curl up with Marra and maybe do a little more than that was enticing. There was just something about her that disarmed him, had been from the first day he'd met Marra though he would have denied it under pain of torture. She'd gotten under his skin even then, though, with the way she fell down several times, growled and snapped... It took a lot to make Rawign be sarcastic, catty and borderline rude. Most of the time he kept his opinions to himself. Marra had, in one short meeting, managed to change that about him, and in a few short months, she knew him better than anyone else at the Weyr. Funny, too, how that day he'd also met Z'hin. And he'd been convinced that Z'hin disliked him even then. Things had a way of working themselves out for the better, eventually. They always did.
Dark green eyes followed Marra's hands as she wrapped the bandages around them and his expression remained the same, not the slightest flicker of doubt. "We'll see. You're always saying how boys think only one thing," he teased before looking up at her. "How all we want is one thing, and don't consider anything else. Well, I'm not in any rush." That statement wasn't entirely true though. He was a candidate. If he Impressed, there would be... nothing, for over a Turn. So, there technically was a rush, though he didn't know whether he'd Impress or not. Well, whatever. He'd much rather have had things work out naturally anyway, even if his mind was latching onto the feeling of her skin beneath his fingers and her lips against his own. Some part of him wanted to know if her skin felt as good against his lips as hers did, if she tasted half as good as she looked, and that part was the one screaming at him that he was being a fool. Rawign was trying his damndest to tune it out, though. He was not going to rush Marra. He was determined to prove, if only to himself, that what he felt for her wasn't just desire for physical contact. He wasn't that shallow. He just couldn't be.
The word 'cute' seemed to catch Li's attention, that or the firelizard was having a dream, for he gave a curious little cheep before flicking his tail. Rawign watched him before turning to smile at Marra. "Busy doting on me. She'll want my head before I'm well, I expect. Maybe I should start trying to curry her favor by complimenting her a lot, but I fear Roxie's reaction. She reminds me of you, you know. She flies into things and it gets worse when she's mad, as though somehow her anger is destructive -- ah." His eyes followed Orelin as the little apprentice nodded and left, then he turned back to Marra. "Definitely scared him..."
An almost purring sound was Rawign's reaction to her lips against his, and he leaned forward to return her kiss affectionately. However, her instruction to drink the tea made him scowl noticeably. He could think of better things to do with his mouth. Far, far better. Still, he did take another sip from the mug before setting it aside, his hands moving to settle on Marra's upper arms. "There, I drank some of the tea. Suddenly, though, I don't think I'm in any pain at all. Imagine that." His hands slid up to the neckline of the shirt, so much bigger on her than him, and tucked beneath the collar as he pressed his lips to hers. His fingers slid back down, moving toward where her hands were at the hem of the shirt, all at the same time. If he had his way, it was going to end up coming off again... back on the floor...
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Post by Administrator on Dec 16, 2007 16:09:32 GMT -5
Cheerily, Marra raised an eyebrow at him. "You just used bad grammar," she scolded. "'Doesn't like not'? You could easily just have said 'He likes to sleep with me', or 'He doesn't like sleeping away from me.' Tsk tsk. Didn't the harpers teach you better than that?" Stretching a little, she kissed him again, only this time, she deliberately left the lips a little, letting hers trail along his jawline before reluctantly retreating once again. "Yes, sleeping with me," she repeated, amused at the suggestion in his tone. "I take it you don't mind?" she asked drolly, smirking. "Because if you do, I'm sure I could arrange you sleeping on the floor..." She let the sentence trail off. She knew he wouldn't want that. Going on, she said, "Well, from the looks of it, Mona won't mind sharing her spot." Jutting her thumb toward the pair, she laughed softly. "She looked comfortable enough."
Smiling further, she was relieved to hear he wasn't in any rush. "A boy willing to wait?" she asked, unable to resist messing with him. "I didn't know such creatures existed!" She paused, then rolled her eyes. "I think you're just doing this to try an prove me wrong. Like you usually do." Wasn't this all he was trying to do? That's what he had tried doing that lead to their unexpected friendship: His determination to prove that there was genuine good in the world. And now, it was an attempt to see how long they could abstain. Marra, in brief seconds since she and Rawign first kissed, had felt an odd, fiery desire and curiosity for this unknown feeling. However, as she planned, he wouldn't ever know of her virginity till he took it.
Sparing a glance over at Orelin's disappeared figure, she smirked. "Good. That means we're alone." Then, without warning, her lips were on his again, with one hand getting tangled in the hair on the back of his head, the other resting on his good side. Gently, she eased him downwards so that his head rested in the pillows. Not only did she want to try kissing him like this, but she also wanted to see if he was really feeling better or not. She was going to be a good nurse. He was going to drink all of that tea even if it killed her. His hands on her body felt good, though... This feeling was more addictive than any of those drugs her friends at Harper Hall felt like doing at times. Not that she'd know if this was more addictive. She had been the prude to tell them she would never take a drug because it would make their brains disintegrate.
Feeling his hands at the hem of her shirt, she smiled. "You can do anything you want with my top half," she told him casually, putting plan Drink-the-Tea into action. "However, on one condition: Drink the whole damn cup of tea." Smirking, she raised the hem of her shirt slightly, not enough to reveal the belly button, but enough to show a small sliver of skin. "You get to see a little bit more with each sip. But you can't touch anything too high till that tea is gone."
Though it killed her to say that, Marra knew it was all for the better. She wanted that pain gone so she wouldn't have to be this careful. It... slowed her down. She smirked. Would he go along with her plan?
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Post by glamourie on Dec 17, 2007 2:38:17 GMT -5
Rawign snorted, unable to help himself. Trust the Harper to pick up on his less-than-perfect grammar in speech. Like he cared whether or not he sounded educated, as long as it got his point across? Shaking his head, he smiled. "They tried. I never listened. I was usually too busy sulking about fish guts," he replied with an indignant sniff. That statement was true, though. As a child, he'd spent more time fishing than most boys his age, and dealing with the aftermath of having caught said fish. His father was rather well known at least in Nerat, though no where else, because honestly no one else would have cared what some fisherman did as long as he brought in plenty. But Rawign nipped that thought in the bud before it could launch into a downward spiral likely to depress him. Not that his mind could stay focused on anything other than Marra for more than the time it took to draw a breath, not with her lips moving down his jawline so feather-light and teasing. Wicked girl. He lifted one hand to trail his knuckles down the side of her jaw before leaning forward to whisper, so gentle against her lips, the barest brushes of skin. "If I minded... would I have agreed to stay in your apartment at all...?" If she wanted to fight dirty, he'd fight dirty back. Right. He'd also lose but that was irrelevant to him at that point.
A casual glance was spared to the firelizards, but his interest wasn't with them. If they wanted to cuddle, let them cuddle. They weren't hurting anything, though he was a little bit nervous about how fond of Mona that Li seemed to be... or at least, he seemed fond in the aspect that he'd let her lay near him when no other flitter would be permitted within his personal space bubble. He had -- limited experience with flitter flights, thanks to Beggar, and last time he'd chased was... not exactly the most pleasant thing Rawign had ever dealt with. To his knowledge, he'd chased Paryal's green, too. During the Queen's flight. Rawign had hid, curled up. He didn't know Paryal. If Li was as fond of Mona as he looked...
... best not to think about that.
"That's part of it," Rawign admitted, grinning slightly, though the expression faded into something more serious. "But most of it is that I don't want you to get it into your head that all I want is physical contact with you. Much as I ... greatly enjoy that... it's not anywhere near as important to me as..." As her trust. She'd trusted him, even if she wouldn't admit it. And he trusted her. Rawign knew enough about Marra to know that trust did not come easily for her. He'd worked his butt off to get there, and he wasn't willing to give that up for something that could wait, and would probably be better the longer they put it off anyway. Plus, his experience with physical intimacy wasn't exactly a dragonlength-long list, seeing as there was only one person on it. He could wait. He might have some trouble remembering, particularly when she was so close to him, so warm, so tempting, but he was more than willing to wait until the timing felt... right. And not right as in "I want" but right as in he knew he wouldn't be violating the trust he worked so hard to earn. Not that he could exactly explain that aloud.
Both of his arms looped around her as they slid back against the cot, the feeling of her lips a nice distraction to fog some of the pain that splashed up from his side. It would take some getting used to, trying to bend without pulling on that injury, and no doubt it would be awkward to move around at first, but he'd heal fine. Especially if he had incentive like her kisses and her fingers in his hair. Rawign relaxed against the furs, his fingers still snagged on the edge of her shirt, as she spoke.
And then he scowled. Drink the tea? Ick. Ick, ick, ick. Didn't she understand that the taste left something to be desired? He crinkled his nose slightly. "The tea tastes nasty," he complained, giving it a casual glance. "The more I drink it, the more you'll taste it." With each kiss. "He made it really strong because you told him to, but now it tastes... positively foul..." But he swatted one hand over to grab the cup anyway; apparently the promise of more skin was enough to make him tempted to drink it, though it really did remind him more of licking numbweed rather than actually drinking tea. The mug was pulled to his lips and he took another sip, crinkling his nose again, and edging backwards. His explanation was offered in a borderline agitated tone, "I'll have to sit up..."
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