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Post by Administrator on Oct 21, 2007 18:05:05 GMT -5
Shmee drifted in and out of light slumber, marvelled by how peaceful this sleep was. Her sleep had been uncomfortable since Benden, but now it was calm. All was well. She snuggled into the warm body that she was curled with, all the actions of the Flight forgotten in such a nice setting. No, the Flight was only a nightmare, and this person was making it go away. She brought her head into the curve of S'rei's neck, resting her cheek against it, but flinched, brought back to reality instantly. Groaning, she put a hand to her cheek, remembering that C'leon had been here...
She shot up, frightened blue eyes scanning the man she was lying with. Relief rushed through her like cold air when she realized that it was S'rei, and all was well. Tentatively, she brushed a strand of hair from his face, and smiled slightly, the darkening bruise on her cheek making her look only a little disfigured. Salenth had won the Flight, she thought in awe. Slipping back down under the furs, she brought her body back close to S'rei's. He looked so sweet when he slept, she thought with a smile.
Aslath was sleeping much more soundly than Shmee. One may have thought that if there was an earthquake, Aslath would have slept on. Curled with Salenth in the same position that Shmee was with S'rei, she rested her wings limply to her sides. She was exhausted from the hard flying, and sleeping with Salenth was the best feeling in the world. Sensing Aslath's comfort, it relaxed Shmee even more. C'leon didn't seem to be a further threat at the moment. Resting her head onto S'rei's chest, she closed her eyes until he would wake.
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Post by Requiem on Oct 21, 2007 19:58:14 GMT -5
So tired. And achy. Though a good achy, he thought after a moment, snuggling into the warmth in an almost cat-like move in his sleepiness. Maybe it was the long nights he'd spent watching over Shmee - The warm body cuddled against him made him wonder. He couldn't remember. Then a thrill of apprehension went through him, at the memory of Marsroth and C'leon, S'rei's eyes flashing open. He breathed a soft sigh of relief. Even from this vantage point, her dark head of hair partially obscuring his view, he could tell that the nymphlike body intertwined with his was Shmee's.
Yes. I caught her, Salenth remarked smugly, as if the very thought that he hadn't flown Aslath was ridiculous. Despite the show of confidence, Salenth clutched the gold tightly, possessively. It had been a very close thing. His eyes swirled a contented blue. Then he went back to lapping at the slashes across her back, saddened to see what that Marsroth had done to his glorious Aslath. Marsroth would get what was coming to him.
"You awake?" S'rei murmured blearily, hand moving to the short hair he loved to play with, pushing it back so he could see her face. Shmee's eyes were closed. Still sleeping? Fine by him. He could lay there and stare at her for hours, or drift back to sleep...His arms tightened around her, just feeling her steady breathing against him and letting the relief wash over him. For now, anyway, Shmee was safe. He thought, for a moment, that he might try to disentangle the furs from around them, but that might disturb her.
She certainly was a lot cuter snuggled against him than wet and shrieking, the man thought in amusement. He was still struggling to fully wake up. Shards, what was the point? S'rei never fully woke up until a good hour after he opened his eyes, if then. There was nothing for him to do, was there? He didn't think so. Going back to sleep sounded really good right now. A stray thought flitted through his head. Would Shmee be happy to find Salenth had flown Aslath? Last time he'd seen her, she'd been screaming death threats at him.
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Post by Administrator on Oct 21, 2007 20:30:38 GMT -5
"Mhmm," came the mumbled reply, and Shmee opened her eyes to look at S'rei. She smiled sleepily, combing a hand through her short hair. Oh yes, she was definitely awake, she thought as she stretched. That taken care of, she circled her long arm about S'rei's waist. "I'm still tired though," she added, covering a yawn as she finished her sentence. It seemed just thinking of her tiredness made her yawn. "Aslath is still sleeping, you know. That Flight totally wiped her out." Though she kept the sentence light, a small shadow passed over her face. It was almost C'leon that she would have woken up with, she thought nervously. She tightened her hold around S'rei, as if reassuring herself that he wasn't a ghost. So that must have been what Benden was up to, she thought darkly. They had been biding their time, waiting for Aslath to Rise...
"Did he hurt you?" she asked suddenly, sitting up. Her blue eyes flickered across his features, searching for any irregularity. "Did C'leon try to hurt you, too?" The bruise on her cheek and the paler handprint on her arm was nothing, but if C'leon had done anything to S'rei that she didn't know about... Sending warm thoughts to Aslath, she remembered with a pang that Morsrath had tried weakening her by harming her. Anxious now about the harm to riders and dragon that C'leon had brought with him, she looked around the room wildly, half-expecting someone to be attacking them next.
Satisfied, she shifted uneasily, her hand moving back down to S'rei. Smoothing his hair back unnecessarily, it proved to be more soothing than anything else. Her face found it difficult to try and mask her anxiety; a slight frown was etched onto her features, and her breathing was mildly quicker. It was strange how when in the presence of many, Shmee was capable of acting, but when caught alone, she felt more vulnerable.
Shmee found, despite her irritation with him since returning from Benden, she was relieved that he was the one who would help lead. Salenth was a worthy choice, even if he was taken as more of an accident than anything else. Now that she was no longer affected by the Flight emotions, all seemed so much more clear. She felt bad about how she treated him the other night, but she decided it would be best to not bring that up. Instead, she remained silent, rhythmically stroking his hair in a sort of daze.
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Post by Requiem on Oct 21, 2007 21:08:57 GMT -5
He blinked at her with his usual half-awake owlishness, as he'd thought she was still sleeping, then waited for her to get resettled. Strangely, he felt a bit disappointed that she seemed so tired. Oh well. Shmee didn't seem to mind that it was him she'd awoken with. Not that it really meant much, when the alternative could well have been C'leon. Faranth, but anyone would look good next to that possibility. It slowly dawned on him that this meant he was the new Weyrleader...Not exactly sure how he felt about that, S'rei dismissed the thought. He was just glad Shmee was safe and that he wasn't in another weyr right now, having to imagine her in another man's arms. When had he begun feeling that way about her?
His mind came back to the present as he felt her clutch him tighter. Only then did he notice the bruise on her cheek. He was almost too tired to get angry. Almost. His lip twitched, but then her distress penetrated the hazy daze he was in. Unfortunately, his eyes drifted down to her lips, and he didn't really hear anything she was saying. If Shmee intended to wake beside S'rei more than once - the bronzerider well knew Flights didn't have to mean a thing - then she'd have to get used to the fact that talking to him was rather useless this soon after waking up.
S'rei shifted, wincing slightly. His shoulder still ached from where he'd managed to smash it against the ground, and he wasn't entirely sure what his face looked like after C'leon's backhand, but it couldn't be pretty. Especially considering his cheek was still discolored from Shmee's slap and the split lip hadn't fully healed yet. Not that the bronzerider really cared too much. No one was stupid enough to tell the Weyrleader he looked like crap. That drew a wry chuckle from him. He sobered almost immediately. "Is Aslath all right?" S'rei regarded her closely, trying to focus his sluggish mind long enough to actually hear her answer.
He found his gaze searching the room with hers, a puzzled expression on his face. What was she looking for? Then her hand brushed his face, and he jumped slightly, capturing it in his while he gazed upon her with a disturbing blankness. Even half-asleep, he knew that he had to be careful, but somehow she'd managed to reawaken his desire for her just by touching him so tenderly. S'rei watched her eyes to try and gauge her reaction. Satisfied, at least partially, he propped himself up on an elbow and kissed her lightly, letting his forehead come to rest against hers.
"I'm sorry I'm not more help. Still sleepy," he muttered. Salenth snorted from the couch in the adjoining room, mostly ignoring his bonded and the Weyrwoman. S'rei was always 'still sleepy' minutes after he awoke.
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Post by Administrator on Oct 21, 2007 21:41:50 GMT -5
Shmee blinked. "Yeah, she's fine," she replied, connecting with Aslath's mind. From what she could tell, Aslath was too exhausted to care about the dull ache in her scratches. "More tired than anything else," she added, relieved that her beloved queen wasn't suffering. It was frightening how brutal that bronze had been... It was terrible, how he was able to attack a queen so easily! Bronzes were supposed to be incapable of such horrible acts, yet he did it so naturally. At least Aslath was fine now, she told herself, trying to calm her nerves.
Ever on the alert, she watched carefully as S'rei caught her hand in his. Did he not like it? she fretted, unable to read his expression. Shard it, could she never figure this man out? However, her question was soon answered as he rose to kiss her gently. Calming slightly, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, rubbing his back briefly until the kiss ended. She closed her eyes as their foreheads touched, willing herself to calm down more.
"It's all right," she replied softly, slightly amused by his sleepiness. She had forgotten that S'rei didn't work well so soon after working. Bringing her lips back to S'rei's, she kept her eyes closed as her hands found their way to S'rei's sides. Restraining herself from making the kiss too passionate, she disconnected her mouth from him, but continued to caress his side. "I'm sure we're entitled for a little bit longer before we have to go out," she told him, though the meaning behind her words was one likely never to be figured out.
Easing herself back down into the furs, she looked up at S'rei with large eyes. Deciding not to bring up C'leon again for the time being, she nestled herself right back into S'rei's form, letting him lie back down should his sleepiness be that urgent. However, she doubted that- though she was unsure of how long she would have to wait before she could have a decent conversation with the man.
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Post by Requiem on Oct 21, 2007 23:28:05 GMT -5
Glad to hear that Aslath was doing all right, S'rei tried to force his mind awake, though he recognized how futile that was. For turns he'd been trying to overcome this particular fault of his. Not many knew of it. A good thing, too, given that he doubted C'leon - or Fort, for that matter - would leave them alone now simply because Selenitas had a Weyrleader.
Shmee's response to his kiss was more than welcome. If he'd doubted her feelings for him, that doubt was dispelling as she initiated the kiss for the first time, her hands moving at his sides. He was mildly disappointed when she broke it off, letting out a short sight, though he knew better than to press it. S'rei was very much aware of how easy it was to arouse him, even when he was sleepy. Perhaps especially when he was sleepy. He didn't want to deal with that particular question right now. The Weyrwoman was still very young, and their relationship would need to be taken slowly; the bronzerider would have it no other way. A Mating Flight didn't really count. Neither of them had been in their right mind.
And he still was strangely self-conscious about this whole thing with Shmee, anyway. He wasn't certain that she wanted anything beyond casual interaction. Nor could he be certain when he was still trying to wake up. S'rei knew there was a lot he was missing, even now, that he normally wouldn't.
A little bit longer for what? His puzzled gaze searched her face, a mild "Hmm?" escaping his throat before he apparently let it go. In reality, he just found himself swimming in her wide blue eyes, which was perhaps the best feature he could look at, considering her naked body wasn't fully covered. But then, despite his high libido, S'rei had an essentially respectful and faithful nature. He needed a woman to satisfy him. Still, he was willing to wait for the right one, and to take his time with her, because he didn't intend to devote himself to anyone else and that was an important relationship for him.
He allowed himself to slide down with her, letting his fingers run through her hair again, a soft smile tainting his lips. "I like it short," he murmured sleepily. The length made it so much easier to play with. There was no doubt that he spoke the truth; in fact, it was unlikely that the bronzerider was capable of lying in this state. His hand slid down her side, lingering at the soft swell of her hip. He'd settled before her that he might continue to look her in the face.
Frowning, his fingers traced the bruise coloring her cheek. "Does it hurt?" he asked, quietly.
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Post by Administrator on Oct 22, 2007 5:49:30 GMT -5
Shmee chuckled in amusement as S'rei commented on her hair. "It's very different from what it used to be," she replied, then paused. "It's good to know that you like it, though," she informed him with a smile. Knowing S'rei liked it made her value her short hair even more. She had previously tolerated it, not really having an opinion as to whether she liked long or short better. But now, she may actually like short more now that S'rei seemed to... She smiled as he played with it, closing her eyes to enjoy it further, as well as his fingers moving down her own side gently. She felt goosebumps form at his fingers as they stolled down her sensitive side, and she pressed her body tighter against his in responde, and impish, yet innocent, smile splay across her features.
However, that smile faded ever-so-slightly as his hand now focused on her bruised cheek. Yes, it was sore when anyone touched it, but she didn't want S'rei to know that. Shaking her head brightly, she replied, "Not at all." She restrained the urge to flinch as he carefully traced it.
It disgusted her how C'leon treated not only her, but the bronzeriders, she thought uncomfortably. She didn't remember much about the Flight, only managing to recall a flurry of motions; C'leon grabbing her arm, how he tried doing something violent towards S'rei that she couldn't remember, how he grabbed her waist to try and make her decided early... "You're all right?" she asked again seriously, her hand rising up to caress his cheek.
Trying to get attention off the bruise, she leaned in to kiss him yet again, hoping it would catch him off guard and manage to satiate her appetite for him at the same time. Now that she had this kind of access to him, she wanted to make the most of it. However, Shmee was unsure of how far the man was willing to go with it, so she decided to keep her actions above his waist in case he didn't want it. However, she thought wickedly, she could always lure him into it. She paused in the kiss, taking a moment to sit up and stretch her arms up with implied innocence, deliberately not covering herself for the sake of seeing S'rei's reaction.
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Post by Requiem on Oct 22, 2007 9:47:28 GMT -5
He bit his lip slightly, to remind himself as she pressed her body into him, the pressure not enough to draw blood as he thought of things that had nothing to do with the gorgeous woman-child who seemed intent on driving him crazy. She had no idea what she was doing, did she? Couldn't. Shmee just wanted the protected feeling that came with the closeness. For him to think it was anything else was dangerous. S'rei forced his heartbeat to slow, willing his body not to react to her, even as he offered the comfort he thought she was seeking by sliding his arm around to her back and holding her to him. The mischievous, childlike expression on her face did nothing to convince him that she wanted anything more than his touch.
Normally, S'rei might have noticed the small wince, might have seen that momentary shift in expression and know that Shmee was lying to him. It was probably good that he was still half-awake and oblivious. Though it was only a small lie, the bronzerider didn't do well with lying; it typically angered him. Omission was one thing. But saying anything other than the truth he found abhorrent. Instead of the flash of anger she might have seen in his grays had it been later in the day, S'rei smiled gently, relieved. "Good," he uttered. His voice sounded growly to him today, he thought absently, like it was coming from a great distance.
In a burst of creativity, he added, "Now we match." That was actually almost witty for him in this state of semi-consciousness. Then he realized they probably didn't match. He still didn't quite remember where C'leon's blow had landed. C'leon...Frankly, if he'd been the Benden Weyrleader, he'd just have attacked the bronzeriders and queenrider in the midst of their dragonlust. They were essentially defenseless. And with most - if not all - the bronzeriders dead, along with the Weyrwoman, it would have been simple to take over in the chaos that followed. C'leon really was something of an idiot. Then again, he'd never lost a Flight, so maybe it wasn't so much a gamble, thinking he could gain the weyr the traditional way...
Though he heard her speak again, he couldn't get his mind around it, having already drifted elsewhere in his own thoughts. Then the kiss shocked him to the present, the man unresponsive for a few seconds before a hand went to the back of her neck, returning the kiss as passionately as he dared. Too passionately, and he doubted he'd be able to stop himself. He murmured a wordless complaint as she broke it off, the sound dying away completely as her perfect breasts hovered before his face, the woman having half-risen to stretch.
She'd caught him off-guard. It took him a moment to wrench his eyes away from her chest, and when he did, the look he directed into her eyes was apologetic. S'rei shifted slightly, that the furs might better conceal his - interest - in her, until he could get the reaction back under control. The bronzerider didn't trust himself to speak. Looking away, he could feel the spread of heat that had crept up his neck at his embarrassment. Women really did have it better than men in that department. They could at least conceal their lusts.
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Post by Administrator on Oct 22, 2007 12:40:05 GMT -5
Relieved he believed her little white lie, Shmee looked over his face to see the damage. "We match?" she asked, amused. Well, one could say that. His was deepening into a much richer purple in a more concentrated area, while hers was more spread along her face. She couldn't see it, of course, but she did know the location was off. Rolling her eyes, she sat up on one elbow, the lower half of her body teasingly lying in a curve away from S'rei. She looked at him thoughtfully.
So, she thought giddily, she did have a little power over him for the time being. Her legs were lying in the direction away from his own, so she didn't recognize the extent of her teasings on him, but the way he had looked at her chest hinted the control she had over him. Intending to use this to her- or their- advantage soon, she figured she could just keep him hungry for now. Letting the fur stay where it was on one of her arms as she lay in her half-laying position, she let her torso remain exposed to hopefully torment him a little longer.
Shmee smiled absently, beginning to lose herself in her thoughts. She had tried to recall the names of the others who had Chased Aslath, but her memory wasn't terribly good. S'rei, however, was the one some hidden part of her wanted to win. Though their relationship had been tense since Benden, her mind kept flickering back to the few days spent at Selenitas Hold. He had taken care of her, and she had taken care of him. There must've been a reason for that, right? she wondered. Was she truly growing this attached to S'rei? Perhaps she had been even in her mood swings- she had made a mountain out of the time she saw him spying on her, for reasons she didn't comprehend.
Shooing these thoughts from her brain, she gazed upon S'rei with a certain fondness before becoming once again the evil temptress. Inching her legs slightly closer back to S'rei's body, she took to almost absent-mindedly ran her hands across his chest, wondering how much pressure she needed to put on before he would crack.
Aslath's eyes opened slowly, looking around tiredly. Her wings still hurt from the hard flying, and the claw marks on her back ached, but they were scabbing over. She would be fine, she knew, but it didn't stop it from hurting. Looking over to the dragon she was huddled beside, she crooned, nuzzling him. You got through Morsrath,[/color] she commented, her eyes whirling in adoration and relief. He almost got me... But you got there before he did![/color] Resting her head beside him, her lids half-closed again, sleep beckoning her once more. But no- she wanted to make sure Salenth was doing well.
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Post by Requiem on Oct 22, 2007 19:32:52 GMT -5
S'rei stole a glance at the Weyrwoman, his eyes moving back down to his own hand lying at his side, feeling the flush move from his neck to his face. Why did she just lay there like that? Though he wasn't looking at them, they remained in his mind's eye, above the firm stomach and swell of her hips before the rest of her body was lost to the furs. Just that much was enough to cause sweat to bead on his forehead. It also made him self-conscious of his own scarred torso. Shmee was flawless. And he - well, he had a lean form by dragonrider standards as it was, an impression that was only heightened by how he'd been marred throughout the turns. S'rei had always been self-conscious about those scars.
Shifting uncomfortably, the man tried to think of other things. Things that didn't involve the nymph at his side. Thread, for instance. It would fall soon. And Benden and Fort needed to be considered. Her warmth invaded his thoughts, his inhale deep as he fought against himself. Military training. Wingleaders. The Weyrlings. Yet still he couldn't get beyond the simple matter of finding what he should be thinking of. Even a single thought beyond that seemed to be impossible for him.
Her hands moved on his chest, tracing the muscles and causing stabs of electricity to shoot through his spine. He remembered that night in the Hold. That night when he'd told her it was all he could do to control himself, when he invaded her mouth and very nearly tore the clothes from her body in sheer animal desire. S'rei had been able to attribute those actions to the poison flooding his system at the time, though, if he was completely truthful with himself, the poison did not direct his actions. It merely magnified the emotions already surging through his blood.
For a moment, he stared down at the long-fingered hands, wondering at how she could possibly touch him. How she could manage to hide her revulsion. As her hands continued to run over his chest, he trembled. His large hand settled over the two of hers. He knew she must feel how it shook, but he didn't care, desperate only to have her stop. If not he would surely..."Please," he murmured, his voice rasping in his throat. Lightly, without looking at her, he drew the fur over her body, though he could not seem to remove the sight from his mind's eye. S'rei released her hands as he rolled away from her, taking one of the furs with him.
Though she must surely be aware of his arousal, he didn't want her to see it. S'rei rose with the fur tucked about his waist, his back toward this syren.
Somewhat amused at his rider's discomfort, Salenth's attention was fully on Aslath as she roused. Those scratches seemed to be bothering the queen. Not that they wouldn't be bothering him, had their positions been reversed. Then she spoke. Salenth was arrogant, yes. Smug, yes. But he very rarely claimed credit for something unless it was actually due. As I remember, he responded, amused, we kind of ran into each other. You caught me just as much as I caught you. And I've never seen a queen fly so well. There was pride in his voice for his mate. Not only was she the glorious Aslath, but she was his Aslath, and he was hers. He rumbled in contentment.
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Post by Administrator on Oct 22, 2007 21:09:11 GMT -5
Shmee wasn't repulsed by S'rei's scarring. In fact, she was more curious than anything else. Letting one hand trace one of them, she didn't question him on it, knowing that he'd explain if he wanted to. However, she paused in her actions as S'rei began to tremble. Frowning slightly, she looked into his eyes, trying to see if she had either pained him or got him too excited. However, she couldn't read his expression. Regretting all of this teasing of him, she looked down as he covered the furs over her. It bothered her that he averted his eyes; he certainly didn't have a problem with her during the Flight!
In sheer defiance, she wrenched the furs off of her and sat up, staring up at his standing form. She didn't say anything for a long moment before finally uttering, "Don't leave." She could feel her pulse throbbing in different parts of her body, feeling every minute motion her body made in the silence. Positive it was more than just lust surging through her, she held out a hand in offering to him, hoping he would take it and come back. She wasn't anything to run away from. "I'm sorry," she finally said, simple and firm. "If you don't want me in that way, then I don't see why you joined that Flight in the first place." Her lips thinned as she stated this- a waterfall of words felt like they were going to tumble out. And they did.
"You stayed at the Hold with me and made sure I was all right. I stayed up all night for you. You spied on me to make sure no one was planning anything harmful toward me. I'm relieved you got the title of Weyrleader- why are you turning from me now?" All of this was said with forced calm, looking at him straight in the eye, the truth shining in her blue eyes. Taking up the furs, she pulled them around her regretfully, but left them loose- loose enough for him to take them off of her should he so choose.
Aslath grumbled. My Flight was too short, she stated angrily. It would have been so much longer if that bronze hadn't come in.[/color] Her mindvoice was troubled. She wasn't going to have a good clutch, was she? Worried, her eyes whirled a slight orange as she squeezed his tail with hers. I am sorry if our clutch will be small,[/color] she added softly.
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Post by Requiem on Oct 22, 2007 23:43:13 GMT -5
Aslath did not seem nearly so willing to revel in her victory over Morsrath. Her concern, however, was valid, though Salenth hadn't yet put much thought into the nature of her clutch. Was what determined the size of a clutch the length of the flight, or was it more the effort put into it? Because Aslath had flown to the point of exhaustion. Salenth nuzzled her gently. Whatever the size, it will be a healthy clutch. Perfect. Healthy hatchlings are more important than many hatchlings, Aslath. And they won't be Morsrath's.
The bronzerider was at a loss for what to do. He couldn't leave. He couldn't stay. Somewhere in his mind, S'rei had convinced himself that Shmee wanted only a man's strength to rely upon and nothing more. The thought of leaving her alone here made his heart ache. But the compulsion was so strong, the need to simply take what he longed for. He didn't have it in him to take what was not freely given. Yet the Weyrwoman was pushing him dangerously close with her innocent touches and the trust she placed in him as she displayed her vulnerability. Yes, S'rei had self-control, but he was still a man.
He heard her shift behind him. Closing his eyes at her plea, he thought the girl would unwittingly tear him apart inside. Maybe it was the sleepiness, or the apparent innocence in the wide blues, or the aftereffects of the Flight, or the remembered hostilities she'd heaped on him by the river, but the bronzerider could not imagine she wished to share the level of intimacy he desired. Why would she not be relieved that someone other than C'leon had been holding her when she awoke?
His back stiffened as she began to speak again. Want her that way? It was slow to filter through his mind, just what such a statement meant. "But I never planned on - " S'rei muttered. No, he'd been trying to convince Salenth not to join the flight for weeks. But it was a good thing the bronze was so headstrong; what would have happened if they'd not been there when Morsrath showed up?
In the end, it wasn't so much the words she spoke, as the hurt she couldn't quite mask from her tone lingering behind the affected calm. He looked over his shoulder at her, the details of his face concealed in shadow. There she sat, huddled in the furs, her hand outstretched to him with eyes that looked upon him with something like yearning. She'd known what she was doing to him all along. The knowledge washed over S'rei like a flood. The bronzerider turned slowly, his arousal evident even beneath the fur. He ached for her. S'rei let it fall from him, that all doubt might be removed, before he advanced on Shmee.
"I didn't think -" he muttered, the sentence broken off as he kissed her deeply, lowering her down, "-that you wanted this." His hands parted the fur she'd wrapped around herself almost reverently, just taking the time to look upon her. S'rei's face seldom betrayed his thoughts, but his actions were truth enough. His hands moved to carress her lightly, exploring her form. S'rei nipped gently at her neck, wanting her to desire him as much as he obviously desired her. This time...he'd take his time.
((we're gonna need a fade out for our fade in xP))
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Post by Administrator on Oct 23, 2007 7:03:50 GMT -5
Salenth's words seemed to calm Aslath, who nuzzled her bronze mate back. Yes, they are not his,[/color] she replied, almost in disbelief. They are yours.[/color] Wriggling closer to him- not that she could get much closer- she crooned gently. I am sure that if you sired them, they will be very strong.
Shmee smiled as her words seemed to have gotten through to the bronzerider. Her vivid eyes flickered downwards, and needed no further proof that yes, he did want her. For once, she was actually excited about the prospect that she had won someone. Before, with the other men she had slept with, it was more like she had to do it, to prove that she, as a Weyrwoman, could do it. Perhaps a piece of her back then enjoyed toying with the other men- one of them had had a weyrmate! Both of them had just wanted her body, maybe some sort of pride for themselves that they had gotten to bed a Weyrwoman. But now, this situation wasn't it. Excitement surged through her, eagerly pulling him towards her as he finally lowered himself down.
Didn't think that she wanted it? Shmee wondered. Was he crazy? She felt his eyes on her body, and a thrill surged through her stomach- unlike the men before him, he was actually taking time to appreciate it. Only taking a minute to contemplate whether or not lust was the only thing on his mind, she let him take her completely, allowing herself to be swept away by this current.
((Shall there be a fade-in for them to talk, or do you s'pose this is good enough for now?))
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Post by Requiem on Oct 23, 2007 9:23:48 GMT -5
((as long as you promise to be good *wags finger))
S'rei returned from the baths, shaking the water from his short curls as he stepped into a clean pair of trousers. He was awake now. The thought brought an amused smile to his lips. Glancing at the curled form nestled in the furs - whether sleeping or simply resting, he still couldn't tell - the bronzerider let the contentment settle in his chest for a few moments. Shmee could be a royal pain. Truthfully, though, everyone could be a royal pain, and when she let him see her as she was, vulnerable and unsure and young, his heart always melted. And he couldn't deny that his desire to protect her was more than simply a matter of duty.
Duty. Enjoyable as this was, he now had a responsibility beyond simply satisfying the Weyrwoman. The wry smirk tugged at his lips again. S'rei settled into a chair, throwing his leg up over the arm to get more comfortable as he scribbled something, the writing impossible for anyone but himself to read. Part of that was on purpose. They would need to choose wingleaders, something that would mostly rest in Shmee's hands, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to be a part of it. He knew firsthand what it took to be a wingleader. And these would have to be men willing to train their wings to fight dragon on dragon, not just Thread.
Sighing, the bronzerider rubbed at the bridge of his nose. They were taking in dragonless, too, weren't they? He made a mental note to speak with Arina when he got the chance. She seemed to be their unofficial leader. Nor did he think that Shmee had gotten a chance to see the weyrlings, as she'd gone on sick leave, then promptly turned into a crazy person as Aslath drew closer to Flight. Strangely enough, there was no bitterness in that thought. She was kind of endearing crazy. Kind of, when she wasn't infuriating.
His biggest concern, however, was that Marsroth and C'leon should never have been able to butt in on the Flight. Yes, it was kind of assumed that no one would attempt what the bronzepair had, though now that it was obvious they would...measures needed to be taken. Not just for flights. He also intended to place a guard on Shmee. If he was honest, he should probably submit to a guard himself, but that was a secondary concern. S'rei was not going to allow C'leon anywhere near her again.
Salenth had drifted off again, curled up against Aslath's warmth. He nestled into her further in his sleep.
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Post by Administrator on Oct 23, 2007 15:46:07 GMT -5
Shmee wasn't sleeping. She had roused when S'rei had gotten up, but she hadn't necessarily wanted to open her eyes. She was tired, yet comfortable, so why on Pern would she consider leaving it? Not stopping S'rei, she flopped over horizontally in the furs to have more room to herself. It was still warm with his body heat, and she smiled. Resting her head on her arms, she just lay there for a while. This would probably be her last chance at relaxation before she made up for her break of Weyrwoman duties. Although, she thought in relief, there was someone to assist her with it now.
Not in any of her years of queenriding had she had any help. There had been Sera, but she faded out of the picture, leaving Shmee alone in the leading. Not anymore. Fading in and out of a light doze, a few peaceful thoughts, half-unformed, flitted through her head.
However, it did not escape her attention that C'leon needed to be taken care of. After a while, she pulled herself up, a sense of obligation to take care of her Weyr now. The past weeks had been about her; now it was time to take care of the Weyr. Reaching down for her shirt, she stretched as she pulled it on. "What're you doing?" she asked, her voice low with tiredness, but a soft, warm light radiating from her eyes. She was amused to feel the warmth in her stomach as she looked over at S'rei, and she wasted no time in pulling the rest of her clothes on and floating over to the man.
She raised a dark eyebrow as she looked at his writing. "It looks like chicken scratches. Anything important?" she inquired serenely as she smiled. If it was, she was very curious to see what he was concocting. Well, he slipped into this role snugly! she thought in amusement. Surprised by her good mood, she looked at his face with interest. He still liked her, right? she wondered as she scrutinized his features. She felt for Aslath to perhaps get some answers from Salenth, but her gold was fast asleep.
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