Uncontrollable Urges (S'rei)

[Requiem]

"Metaphorically?" he queried, the only response to her protests. A teasing half-smile tugged at his lips...though that didn't really make it any less true. Aliscia definitely was one of the more outspoken people at the weyr, without a doubt. And stubborn. Seemed almost hard to believe given she was former Benden, but Selenitas could have odd effects on southerners, that it could.

Taking the cue and setting his own bowl aside as her legs locked around the back of his, he palmed the shelf, raising a brow with that same teasing smirk playing on his lips before he returned the kiss. Tasted like warm bread. Heh. He frowned slightly at the serious cast to her expression, not sure what she was driving at...oh. S'rei leaned forward and nibbled at her lip, then let his weight fall forward onto his elbows, not caring that it forced her back. Or perhaps intending for it too. His expression lacked any clear indication as to his intentions or thoughts.

"Never a coward," he murmured, perhaps teasing. Hard to tell. "Or a liar. You're far too direct for that, aren't you?" His lips, which had remained near hers, drifted down to her draw, tracing a light line up toward her earlobe. He nibbled on it. "I know you care, Lish. For what reasons...who knows. But I know you do. You don't have to change or try to show me somehow, okay?" Maybe most of it was hubris, this 'knowledge,' though that hardly mattered. He didn't doubt it and he likely wouldn't unless she gave him good reason to.

Leaning further forward so she had to lie flat, he smiled down at her. "So the question is...now that you've captured me, what are you going to do with me, beautiful?" Oh was that an evil smirk, as anyone could see that it was very much Aliscia who was trapped right now.

[kysseh]

Only her weyrmate could get away with teasing her about such things, Aliscia thought with no small amount of amusement. It was difficult to be very angry at him at the moment, though, considering the circumstances. Still, her tiny toes wriggled against his legs, and one finger traced his raised brow, her own face attempting to mirror his smirk before her lips were claimed again.

“Don’t you frown at me,” she mumbled affectionately when the expression crossed his face, squeaking suddenly in protest as she was forced back. S’rei was never rough with her, never harsh, but it always did startle her to be bent at someone else’s will. His elbows boxed her in, and her legs tightened their grip about him in response. Rarely was she unnerved by her weyrmate nowadays, but old habits did die hard. Her hands slipped around his neck to steady herself, eyes flicking curiously over his expression. What was he up to? His actions spoke of a favorable response to her attempts at reassurance, but… it was hard to be sure.

His soft murmurs made her arch against him, her mind having a hard time processing the implications of his words when his lips so near her own were driving her near to insanity. Her head tilted to give him better access, her torso shifting a bit in an attempt to worm herself into a more comfortable position between him and the counter. Didn’t have to… try? “I do have to. I feel like I’m not doing right by you…” she mumbled softly, squirming at the nibbles on her ear. Faranth, but she was going to go mad at this rate.

Wait… what? Question?

The greenrider moaned and squirmed ineffectually, the hunger in her stomach diminished in favor of a hunger that lingered elsewhere and threatened to make her lose all threads of rational thought. She shook her head once, sharply, in an attempt to clear it. It didn’t work. “Beautiful… I like the way you say that.” A random observation to be sure, but her mind was having trouble connecting thoughts when he had her so effortlessly pinned to the counter. Helpless… and enjoying every moment of it. The pressure of his torso was comforting instead of crushing. “I think… when one has one’s weyrmate trapped and helpless, one should take the opportunity to explore some of the hold’s traditions involving Joining. Like… well… something about a sevenday of fooling about and conceiving an heir…”

Her voice trailed off simply because that smirk on his face was so infuriating and arousing at the same time. Shame on him. “Unless, of course, boulder-sized greenriders aren’t to your taste.” She lifted her head just enough to drag her lips over his cheek. “Handsome…” There would be time later for food and exploring the implications of being sort-of, kind-of Joined to the weyrleader. For the moment, however, there were traditions to uphold...