Skinnydipping [Tags Rawign]

[boober]

Cezine stretched, standing on the bank of the river. She had removed all of her clothes and stuffed them in a discreet spot between a rock and a tuft of grass. The river was a popular place, and there were some weyrbrats (and even some older folk) who found it hilarious to filch people's clothes while they were enjoying a swim. She probably wouldn't have had any qualms about lunging out of the river and chasing the culprits down, but they were sharding sneaky these days. So it just paid off to hide one's clothes to be on the safe side.

Without further ado, the Candidate plunged into the water. Its coolness enveloped her completely, washing away the sweat and dust of the day. Southern days were notoriously hot and sticky, and this one was no exception. She had found a slow-running, deep place in the river where the water pooled and formed a perfect swimming hole that was quite deep in the middle. The water was always cool here, the perfect place for a swim. Lined with trees, there was also ample shade if one just wanted to come and sit down for a while. Cezine would have liked to claim it as hers, but she knew that it was unrealistic to think no one else ever came here. Oh well. She wasn't opposed to sharing.

As she surfaced, she reached up and brushed her hair back before diving again, this time sifting her hands idly through the silt on the bottom of the river. Sometimes one could find interesting things, like freshwater shellfish, or little fish that would swim up in curiosity but dart away as soon as there was any kind of move made toward them. Undeniably, the river was one of her favorite places to go.

[glamourie]

Silently, Rawign walked along the line of the beach. He'd gotten more comfortable at the Weyr in the brief time he'd been there, enough that he was okay with walking around on his own and not having Beggar lead him about anymore. He still got confused if he went too far out of his normal pathways, but so far it had been a full sevenday since he was effectively lost. He thought that meant he was doing better. And the day was young, still, so he had time to wander if he did get lost! He'd come out to the river in hopes of relaxing and, with any luck, he'd manage a proper nap before going to the Infirmary in the evening. He'd taken to trying for double-shifts there. During the morning hours when the Weyrlings were at practice and then during the evening hours as he'd promised Kalierre he would. That left most of the afternoon for his chores, but he'd finished them all surprisingly quickly for once. Rawign was on a roll. And he wanted to go swimming.

There was a lovely secluded spot up the river that he visited a lot when he wanted to be alone, primarily because there were a lot less dragons there. Sometimes the wild flits actualy visited, and once he'd had a wild queen come right up and peck Beggar in the head before flying off; apparently she was scolding him. He strongly suspected said wild queen happened to be the mother of the clutch he and Marra had filched, though he was bold enough not to say that to anyone. It was that secluded spot, with its large rocks near by and shadowy surface thanks to the trees hanging over the water's edge, that he sought as he walked up the shoreline. It was dark enough that he actually managed to climb completely onto one of the largest rocks (which was actually half-submerged in water) before he noticed anyone else was at the river at all and --

"You're in my spot," he accused, but his voice was slightly playful as he sat down, knees pulled up at his chest. Over the edge of the large rock he looked, giving Cezine a bemused grin. She was one of the few people he was comfortable with at the Weyr. He'd have been okay with Marra, Kalierre, Kaliran or Keliris, too. But no one else. He pretty much kept to himself otherwise, as people made him nervous. Actually, Keliris made him more nervous than most people due to his generally bad attitude (although the idea of holding Lir's head under water was appealing) and Marra downright terrified him at times, but.. but that was another story for another time, really. "Spot-stealer."

[boober]

In spite of not even having heard him approach, Cezine didn't seem at all startled or even surprised to hear Rawign. She turned as she heard his voice, giving him a fetching smile. "Is that so?" She knew that she'd been visiting this particular spot since shortly after her arrival at the Weyr. But so what? It wasn't like he was being serious, after all. Twirling in the water, her dark hair swirled around her and stuck to her skin before she turned to face him again. "Well. I don't mind sharing if you don't." The fact that she was naked didn't even weigh on her mind; it didn't occur to her that he might be taken aback by it. And she was in the deep center of the pool, which meant that the most that he could see of her was her shoulders, and even they were submerged much of the time.

"The water feels great today." Since Cezine was almost positive he'd come out to swim, she didn't want him to change his mind on her account. She laughed quietly and stuck her tongue out at him. "You can't expect me to stay out of the water on a day like this. Besides, there's nothing wrong with sharing." Taking a deep breath, she sank beneath the surface of the water once again. Swimming was one of her favorite pastimes; it was relaxing, and one could never have too many relaxing pastimes, could they? Especially not had-working Candidates like herself. Although swimming was one of those things that was more enjoyable when one had a companion, there were times when it was nice to float around in the water alone and just... nap. Yes, she actually fell asleep in the river on occasion.

When Cezine resurfaced, it was closer to the bank, and she sat down on the bottom of the river with her legs folded under her. "Look what I found." She held up a heavy shell, vacant of whatever had been inside of it once upon a time. The outside was a flaky, dark gray, but the inside was smooth, pearly-silver, and iridescent. It was rather pretty, and there was almost always one or two to be found along the river, if one knew where to look. Setting it on a nearby rock, the Candidate drifted back toward the deeper water. "So are you getting in or what?"

[glamourie]

Rawign sat on the rock comfortably, his legs hanging over the side, narrowly avoiding dropping into the surface of the water. It was a good perch and he liked it well enough. His eyebrows raised at the comment about sharing, but he didn't reply except to smile. If he minded sharing he would have found a different place to perch, wouldn't he? It seemed obvious, as a result, that he was perfectly content to share. He might have changed his mind if he'd known she was unclothed, but the way her hair fell over her shoulders made it seem as though she was dressed and simply hidden by her hair and the water. His eyes were primarily on her face as she explained the water was cool and he clucked his tongue curiously. Yes, it looked cool enough. His eyes flicked up to the stone when she brought it over to one of the rocks and he gingerly removed his boots before setting them on the very top of the rock. His shirt followed and then he threw himself into the water with a slight splash.

Normally, Rawign swam naked; it was just more functional. But if others were going to be around he would have much preferred to be clothed lest he draw unwanted attention to himself. He wasn't used to wandering around without his clothing in front of perfect strangers and he was sure that there were many who would thank him for the consideration. No one would want to see him unclothed, after all. He happened to think he was good looking but he was smart enough - or perhaps just pessimistic enough - to know that not everyone, and indeed very few, agreed with his thoughts.

He surfaced and brushed his long black hair back over his shoulders, slicked away from his face. The water brought the waves into tight, compact curls that bunched around his shoulder blades. Despite the long strands, there was no denying that he was male. He would never be mistaken for a girl, though he would also never possess the broad shoulders and masculine bulk most men could brag about. He was trim and built more like a swimmer, but it wasn't unpleasant simply because he was good at swimming. He turned to regard Cezine with a nod, "The water is cooler today. I didn't know you liked to swim. I've never seen you here before," he commented before splashing her absently. "You could have mentioned it, you know."

[boober]

Cezine watched as Rawign pulled off his boots and shirt. Slowly, she glided away, giving him room as he dived into the water, though she was a bit curious about something. Before she could even bring it up though, he was mentioning something else and splashing at her. Well, that was just fine. A quiet laugh greeted his comment and water was flung back at him. "You never asked." She made a face and looked up, the tree limbs making sharp patterns against the sky before drifting in a lazy circle.

"I don't get to come out here very often; I'm either too busy or too tired. But I managed to finish my chores in time today. Why, would you have come to swim with me if I'd mentioned it?" She smiled at him, then paused, a silence stretching out between them that wasn't uncomfortable (at least she didn't think it was). Until she decided to ask: "You're swimming with your pants on?" She cast the other Candidate a somewhat odd look. It was completely innocent; she just wasn't used to seeing people swim with clothing on. It wasn't very practical, really. So why was Rawign doing it? Was he really that much of a prude, or did he think that she would get uptight? There were just so many reasons she could think of as to why swimming naked was better.

"I don't mind if you want to swim without them, you know." It occurred to her that /he/ might mind, but surely not... since when did boys mind swimming naked with girls? Unless said boy was not interested in girls. Oh yes, Cezine's mind was truly working on this. She didn't even think to inform him that she herself was naked; she figured he already knew. Because who swims in their clothes?! Nonetheless, she drifted closer, if for no other reason than to send another light splash in his direction while she waited for him to answer. If she had known then his reaction to her own state of dress (or lack thereof), well... there was no telling what Cezine might do. But for now, she was simply curious as to why anyone would deign to swim with their clothes on.

[glamourie]

"I might have," Rawign replied simply enough, though odds were that he would not. He'd have simply sought out an even more private place. He didn't like swimming around other people because there was the awkwardness that came with having to swim in one's clothing - and he would not strip down in front of some girl he barely knew, no thank you. He was holdbred enough to find that inappropriate, and just shy enough to be scandalized by the idea. He lifted one hand and splashed her again, a playful smile coming across his face, light and teasing, calm and casual. Neatly oblivious, as it were. She didn't honestly think she could get away with splashing him, did she? "I don't know; we'll never know, now, since you didn't mention it, see? I've finished my chores early too. It's ironic, there must be less work for candidates today or something of that nature because I know Keliris and Kaliran were finished early as well."

Stretching his arms at his sides, Rawign relaxed in the water, when she posed her question. A quizzical look passed over his face, almost as odd as her tone was, as though he was as surprised that she'd ask as she was that he'd jump into the water with his pants on. Why, of course he was. As she continued, his eyebrows raised to his hairline and he tilted his head to the side just slightly. He thought his reasons for swimming with his pants on were perfectly obvious. What would people think if they came up on the two of them swimming together with him in the nude? Would they realize it was innocent? ... Would it be? So many questions - it seemed so much safer for the sake of propriety that he avoid stripping down completely. She was holdbred; shouldn't she have known that much, if nothing else?

Rawign splashed her back before snorting, his response casual, "If I didn't know any better, I would say you were trying to get me naked. As it is, I don't think it's proper for me to be swimming about naked with a woman nearby; it would... look inappropriate." He shook his head slightly. He did not want that sort of a reputation, even though the very thought made Marra's comment about all male candidates being little more than hormone-driven creatures come flying back to him. Well, he was not, and she could take her biased opinion and shove it as far as he was concerned. He happened to behave with more dignity than her most of the time anyway!

But that thought made his eyes draw to her arms and -- and realization dawned on Rawign in the form of his dark green eyes widening like saucers. She was naked? Shards, and she wondered why he'd kept his pants on, how would it look if they both were?! Embarrassment creeping across his face, he actually slipped back in the water, half-swimming back toward his rock. "Actually, I'm not sure it's exactly appropriate for me to be in the water with you when you're not at least partially clothed, either - it won't look good for either of us if we're seen..."

[boober]

Cezine couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah, those pesky weyrbrats hiding in trees and all." Clearly she wasn't worried about anyone seeing them. She gave a shrug of her shoulder, trying to brush it off. "Nobody's going to come and gawp at us." But it didn't seem to be working. Blinking, Cezine noticed that he was edging closer to his rock. Raising one eyebrow, the young woman lunged and suddenly grabbed him by the wrist. "What? Are you going to act strange around me now? Am I ugly to you or something?" She couldn't help but smile as she tilted her head slightly. "You just realized that I'm not wearing anything, didn't you?" Oh, she couldn't laugh. She /wouldn't/ laugh. She didn't want to scare him away. But she couldn't help asking... "You're a virgin, aren't you?" A bit out of the blue, certainly. But it was the most logical explanation! She wasn't attempting to chase him off, contrary to what it may have seemed like.

In fact, she wanted to make sure that he didn't get away. And she did this by literally latching on to him. Her arms went around his shoulders, her legs wrapped around his. She didn't want him to get away. While it may have seemed very forward and suggestive, it wasn't meant as such, ironically. Cezine gave Rawign a slow smile. "The odds of someone coming out this far and even seeing us, much less realizing that one of us is naked is really not that great, you know." She couldn't help but grin playfully at him, trying to ease his obvious discomfort. "You didn't even realize it yourself until you were in the water!" Silly boy. She found herself resisting the urge to laugh at him yet again. She didn't want him to get out just yet. For one thing, she enjoyed the other Candidate's company. And for another, she'd just found out something about him that she found rather intriguing. Of course she wasn't going to let him go easily!

Besides, he looked positively cute with his eyes all wide like that....

[glamourie]

She made his complaint sound so invalid! But it wasn't! Didn't she know anything? The river was ideal for dragons, people and firelizards alike, the latter of which were notorious gossips. If they saw two people in the nude swimming about they would surely take the news back to their people, and then it would quickly become the rumours of the Weyr and that was not the reputation that Rawign wanted! He did not want to hear whispers about how he was no different from all the other boys in the Weyr, that all he thought about was below his waist and the best way to get women into his furs for a tumble. He liked that people had no idea who he was. His embarrassment was tenfold when she asked if she was ugly because of course she wasn't, he didn't think that at all, it wasn't about her and - and - and her question made him gape, jaw dropping in absolute shock before he jerked his wrist away from her, clearly offended. The color of his face left no doubting to what the true answer to her question was, as his skin took on a definite hue that resembled redfruit fully ripe and delicious.

"I fail to see how that is anything of importance!" he sniped, embarrassment robbing him of his self-control. "Whether I realized it sooner or not --" Notice he dropped the comment about whether or not he was 'experienced' without further remarks? "-- is absolutely irrelevant because I did realize it and that is absolutely enough and what in Faranth's name are you doing?!"

She was... wrapped around him! Like a tunnelsnake! Snake, snake, that's what she was! Rawign completely froze, save for one hand latching onto the rock behind him to keep him from sinking down into the depths of their patch of river. His eyes widened again, though the obvious proximity (and the fact that she was wearing absolutely nothing was tripled in his mind her being wound so much around him!) was enough to rob whatever eloquence he had from him. He couldn't speak, he could not so much as think with her so close. To try and recover some of his composure, Rawign looked up at the shady coverage of the trees nearby, mentally counting off as high as he could.

"This is terribly inappropriate, Cezine!" Rawign resisted the urge to look back at her, to let his eyes roam. No matter how tempting it was, he was above that behavior. Er. Most of the time. Except for when there was wine. Then he could not be held accountable for his actions - but still! "Let go of me. Do you realize how we look? You never know what might see us. Don't you know anything about firelizards? They're horribly gossips! What if one of them shows up?!" Or what if he ended up doing something more than just flinch and try to escape? Run away, run away.

[boober]

She didn't know why the thought of anyone knowing bothered him so much; it was the Weyr, no one really cared. It was something everyone did... or at least, almost everyone. Cezine couldn't help but smile at Rawign; there would always be some exceptions, she supposed. She managed to keep from laughing, though, instead faking a slight pout when he tried to jerk away from her. But that didn't last long. As soon as he finished his outburst, she couldn't help but laugh quietly. "I don't want you to run away from me, just because I'm not wearing anything." Because even if someone did see, no one would care. "I'm sure dragons and firelizards have seen worse things." Really, why was he making a big deal of it?

Intrigued, Cezine tilted her head somewhat, her gray eyes studying Rawign closely. At this close proximity, he would be able to make out the few faint freckles scattered across the bridge of her nose and under her eyes. But freckles were the last thing she was concerned with at the moment. She couldn't help but smile at his obvious distress; he really was making more of a deal out of it than it had to be. "Do you really want me to let go?" One of her hands slipped down beneath the water, and at first it looked as if she was about to unwind and release him. But this notion was quickly dispelled when her hand was felt on a rather... intimate area of his body. "It's only inappropriate for prudes." The young woman's voice was low as always, but there was an undeniably suggestive note to it this time.

Clearly, she was having far too much fun with Rawign to let him go just yet. As if to prove this, her free arm wrapped itself even more tightly around his shoulders. No, she wasn't quite ready to let him go just yet...

[glamourie]

Who said he was running away because of that? Okay, it was blatantly obvious, but she didn't have to call him on it! Rawign blinked, flushing an intricate shade of red as he backed up completely against the rock. His head tilted back slightly so that he could stare blankly up at the tree tops, being decidedly careful not to look down at Cezine and the way she was wrapped so completely around him, as if he was something comfortable to curl about. He doubted very seriously that being wound around his body was all that comfortable but since she had stilled herself, he wasn't going to complain. That might get her moving, and he was slowly starting to adjust, even if he wasn't used to having anyone wrap about him that way. Actually, Rawign wasn't used to being touched, period. He was usually a no-touchy-feely person by nature. Rule of thumb: if it involved touching, Rawign probably didn't want anything to do with it.

As for firelizards seeing more or less, he was wondering whether or not she was deliberately overlooking his point. He didn't want people to know anything of that nature, what if they thought poorly of him? Or something? Not that anyone was likely to care what some lowly candidate was doing but still!

However, he looked back down at her as she questioned whether or not he wanted to be released and he narrowed his eyes slightly. "Yes, I do---" But whatever else he was going to say was actually drowned out in a half-squeak as her hand drifted .. there. His eyes went as wide as saucers and he actually backpedaled up the side of the rock, carrying her with him in the process due to how wound around him she was. Her last remark was ignored as he frantically moved his arms to try and peel her off of him, blushing red as a redfruit due to the fact that, since they were out of the water, her nudity was readily visible. He was going to shove her right back in the water and go running back to the Weyr and, erm, possibly lock himself in the infirmary for all time. Treatment for loss of sanity, right, right. His movements were rushed and almost panicked, the embarrassment he felt clearly written over his face.

"I don't believe you just did that!" he squawked. It wasn't that it bothered him (... at least not in a bad way...), but Rawign was more shocked that Cezine would be willing to - well, his brain was having trouble functioning but he knew he needed to run away very quickly, thank you, before he did something he'd regret later. Like admit he'd liked that. "Off, off!"

[boober]

Of course she had to call him on it. Because it was obvious what he was doing. As long as Rawign continued to stand there and stare up at the sky, she would be wrapped around him, staring... well, at him. She wasn't going to budge. As far as she was concerned, she could stay like this all day. It was odd, normally she didn't go so out of her way to seduce anyone. But then again, she'd never met anyone who was as much of a prude as Rawign was being. She even knew of virgins who were less prudish! Imagine that. And just as she was about to try another tactic, the other Candidate let out a strange sound that reminded her of a firelizard squawk. Before she could even laugh, Cezine was forced to redouble her grip on the young man as he was suddenly scrabbling up the rock again.

And the more he struggled, the more Cezine tightened her grip on him. No, she wasn't ready to let him go just yet. Amusement and puzzlement warred with each other, as she didn't know /why/ in Faranth's name he was making such a fuss when she knew for a fact that he liked it. Well, at least his /body/ liked it. A slow smile spread across her face; she positively unfazed, in spite of her nudity readily visible now. Well, he was the one who'd dragged her out of the water. If he had just stayed in, everything would have been just fine. "Did what? I didn't do anything." She blinked innocently at him before stifling a giggle. "What's the matter?" No, Cezine honestly couldn't understand why he was making such a big deal about it. Didn't he realize that if he had acted as if nothing was wrong, she probably wouldn't have even touched him? Apparently not.

And she still wasn't done with him, poor unsuspecting boy. Even as he tried to pry her off of him, she clung tightly. She wasn't ready to give this up just yet. While his hands were occupied in trying to get her to let go, she leaned forward and pressed a chaste but still somehow seductive kiss to his lips. One hand released his shoulders and came up to direct one of his own until it rested over her breast. "No, I like it here!" Even though she'd spared one hand, Cezine still had arms and legs wrapped around him tightly; she was determined not to go anywhere until /she/ wanted to.

[glamourie]

Runawayrunawayrunaway...

Rawign squirmed against the rock and forcibly kept his head tilted up, trying to look anywhere but at Cezine's ... distinctly naked body. Was she trying to torture him? It was wo~rk~ing. All he could think about was trying to escape before he did something - anything - that he would regret. Unfortunately he already regretted pulling Cezine out of the water where he could see every inch of her if he looked anywhere but at the trees. Awkward, awkward. He didn't understand why she was refusing to let him go, or what was so funny about his reactions. Rawign was not an insecure being - he did not have any problems with his personality or appearance and happened to think he was amazing. But he did not like being touched. He never had. Religna was allowed, but at Nerat no one else, not even his parents, were granted permission to touch him more than the slightest brushes of contact, to shake hands or to tap his shoulder. He barely tolerated being touched in casual ways by people he liked. It wasn't that he was a prude, it was that he had strange habits about his personal space.

Said personal space was being highly invaded. He didn't dislike Cezine, and he liked her well enough. But there was nothing about her touches that could be described as casual. Yes, the nudity bothered him, but not half as much as her physical proximity to him, or the fact that she was wound around him so comfortably. He would have been okay, if he could get her a few more feet away, preferably back in the water with him on his rock to calm down.

What was the matter? Flabbergasted, Rawign looked down, intending to scold her. That was a mistake as that one down glance sent a colourful flush up his face at the sight of so much flesh. He wasn't sure why she was affecting him so much (aside from, erm, earlier actions) - he'd seen naked women before and most people were just bodies, nothing to think much about. Maybe it was because he wasn't able to separate her from being just a body and not someone he knew? He certainly didn't have a crush on Cezine or anything - he considered her a friend but she hadn't crossed his mind much aside from when they spoke. It was ridiculous. Positively ridiculous! And ---

-- and she was kissing him. Rawign froze, tensing, his hands freezing over where he was trying to remove hers. He'd never been kissed before. Ridiculous, perhaps, but he usually chased people away before that could get close enough to him to do that. It... stunned him momentarily as his mind turned over what had just happened to him, and he barely had time to react as she took his hand .. moved it. Once he registered what she'd done, though, he turned red and squirmed back against the rock, though he didn't move his hand. She was violating so many of his personal space rules it was frightening, but there was a curiosity he would have denied if asked. He was human, try though he might to deny it, and she wasn't ugly in any way. He was being such a fool. Her outburst made him blink and he stared at her, though when he spoke his voice was considerably more calm, if quiet and nervous, "Why?" Why did she like it there, curled up on top of him, or rather, wound around him, completely naked...?

[boober]

As far as Cezine was concerned, the only possible regret would be if she scared him away for nothing. She was determined to at least... show him that there wasn't anything worth overreacting about. His reactions were making her start to wonder what horror stories he'd heard about women and/or sex, because surely someone had to have tormented him with some horrible tale for him to act like this. She couldn't help but smile at the sudden flush of color across his skin when he looked down at her, and bowed her head in an effort to hide said smile. Poor boy was so flustered. Really!

She was pleasantly surprised when he actually said something that wasn't half-hysterical. Why? Cezine blinked, tilting her head somewhat and looking thoughtful as she slowly traced one hand down his chest. Honestly, she liked it because his reactions amused her greatly. But she wasn't going to tell him that; somehow, she didn't think that he would appreciate it. And he was making progress. But there were other reasons why she liked it, although those should have been self-explanatory. Looking up at Rawign, she smiled sweetly. "I just do." Leaning forward, she kissed him again.. this time, it lingered a little longer, and was a little more... suggestive.

However, the suggestive feeling could have come from the face that Cezine's hand had slipped down into Rawign's pants, her fingertips brushing his bare hip before her hand began to work at removing his pants. Her mouth was keeping his occupied, and perhaps with the distraction, he wouldn't realize what her hand was up to. While she was quite busy, she had not in any way released her grip on him, and she half expected him to try and push her away again randomly. So she was more than ready to glom on if need be.

[glamourie]

Though he didn't pull away as her fingers moved down his chest (and the sensation was strange, in its own way), Rawign did watch her face with an almost accusing look. Part of him - most of him - liked the attention, liked feeling like he was being noticed by someone. But another part was annoyed that she was pushing his personal boundaries that way and seemed to be taking such enjoyment out of it; he was not just something for her to be entertained by. He wouldn't have minded half as much if he thought there was more to her actions than simple amusement or desire to get reactions out of him - and that was the only logical reason he could come up with for why she was clinging to him so much. He wasn't shallow by any means and no part of him was comfortable with being used for someone else's amusement. He was too cynical to let something like that transpire without using it as an excuse to dislike half the human race as a result. And... and he was scared. He didn't want to admit that, but he was. He didn't know Cezine, he didn't trust her and he hated looking like a fool in front of people he didn't trust. It was bad enough around people he did trust.

Her answer was unsatisfactory and he came very close to telling her as much, when her lips met his again. He tensed slightly, though he gave up trying to pull away. (Note: He still hadn't moved his hand.) There wasn't much point was there? She obviously thought it was good fun to tease him incessantly, and it wasn't like the kissing actually bothered him... Actually, it felt kind of nice, when he got past the knowledge that he was being touched. (!!)

Her hand on the other hand made him actually jerk and squirm back against the rock in response. He made no effort to escape aside from squirming awkwardly, though. That wasn't half as bad as when she'd -- yeah. Why in the world was she enjoying teasing him so much? Making a face, he peered at her for a moment before tightening his hand on her chest and leaning forward to kiss her himself - actually initiating contact for once. He was sick of her laughing at him silently; he didn't find anything funny. And maybe if he didn't act half as spooked as he felt, she'd lose interest and let him alone? Something like that. (He was just ignoring the fact that the reason he'd done it had nothing to do with Cezine leaving and everything to do with the fact that he liked her touching him... Nope, not going to admit that to anyone, not even himself.)

[boober]

[[Crappy short post Dx But I g2g get ready for class >< I'll try and make the first one better, I swear!]]


And what was that look for? Cezine noticed it, but she didn't exactly react to it. If she had known of his thoughts, she would have denied being amused at all... even though it was plain that she was. Or at least, had been. The truth was, she couldn't imagine why any man would be so opposed to anything she'd done thus far. Unless, of course, they preferred the same sex to the opposite... which was plausible, but Rawign didn't strike her as homosexual. Besides, it seemed like he was finally beginning to warm up to the idea. Maybe, just a little. And while it was true that it had been rather funny (to her, anyway) at first, determination--among other things--had replaced the amusement. So Rawign didn't have to worry about her silently laughing at him anymore. Now why was he going all tense on her again?

Even as she glanced at him, Cezine never even got the chance to say anything before his lips were on hers. Her eyebrows arched slightly, though she certainly didn't protest at all. It was nice, actually, a pleasant change of pace to have him kiss her for a change. Maybe he was finally getting over whatever it was that had made him such a prude before? One could only hope. One of her hands (the one that wasn't busy divesting him of his pants; a difficult task, considering they were wet) raised itself to thread long fingers through his wet hair as she returned his kiss with considerable enthusiasm. But not too much, lest she scare him off. The poor boy seemed to be rather flighty....