Logs:About that time
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| RL Date: 21 October, 2014 |
| Who: Tayte, Z'riah |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: The long-awaited deed is done. |
| Where: Tayte's Room, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 20, Month 1, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: H'vier/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Sex. Back-dated. |
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| Tayte doesn't ask before reaching to take Z'riah's scarf when he comes through the door, but rather than remove it or greet him with words, she uses the scarf to pull him against her and kiss him, passionately, pushing him back against the closed door as she does. It's a rather more excitable greeting than the couple of other times they've gotten together since turnover. The greeting is, admittedly, a little unexpected. But it's far from unwelcome and Z'riah is quick to have his hands on her waist, holding her close as he kisses her back with an eager sound in his throat. When he has a moment to breathe, he asks in a husky voice, "Is it time?" Has he really not been counting down the days? "Mmmmhm," Tayte confirms, her head already tilted to help herself to the skin of his neck. That's really all the talking they need beyond the occasional technical suggestion or idea. She draws it out. The prelude, the act, the intermission, the second act, and only when the final curtain has fallen (they'd surely give one another's performances a standing ovation), are there words again, after breath has been regained. "Fuuuuuuck." Tayte sighs contentedly. "I needed that almost as much as I need more sleep at night." Her hair fans over the pillows and she's in sluggish repose and showing no signs that she's in a hurry to find her feet or to kick him out of the bed they eventually got to. Z'riah is wiggling his toes by the time Tayte is saying words, to make sure that he can, in fact, still feel his legs. "That was..." He has to pause to search for the right word, turning his head to look at her with a dumb, deeply satisfied grin on his face. All he comes up with is, "Hot." But he really means it. "Amazing." Is that better? It still doesn't seem quite right to him. "Glad you liked it," Tayte says with an amused smile of her own, rousing herself enough to lean in and kiss him on the cheek before she's sprawling out on her back and making a similar assessment, starting with stretching her toes, then legs, then-- up and up through her body, slow movements that release any lingering tension. "Yeah, we could do that again sometime," she says, as if it were in question. It was definitely in question, but Z'riah probably would have waited to ask it until he was closer to on his way out. Just in case her answer hadn't been so nice. "Oh, thank Faranth," says the greenrider like it's a big relief to know that they might be able to do that again. "It was definitely worth the wait." Which probably doesn't mean he wants to wait another few months for the next time, granted. That makes Tayte laugh lightly, which helps with the release of any final tensions. "It will get easier to find time that works as the baby gets older." She's been through this a time or two before, not that she was sleeping with anyone after the first time. "I've been to healer, too, to get a different blend of herbs, so we shouldn't have to worry about anything. Then again, it's only ever been H'vier who's had to worry about that." That makes her expression pinch a touch. "He's supposed to not care who I'm sleeping with, by the by, but you shouldn't bait him," perhaps she's already got the measure of Z'riah, maybe she knows his type, "because I like your face pretty and he'll do a number on it without caring. Especially since you're a greenrider." It's just fair warning. "And it would complicate things for me, which would be an unattractive quality in you." The sense certainly is that if he wants to see her bed again, he should seek to remain attractive to her. "One of those, is he?" Z'riah is familiar with the sort. In part because it's the sort he targets for his own amusement. But, "I'll keep clear, no worries. Easier when I have a vested interested in staying pretty." That makes him grin at her before adding, "They're jealous, you know. They'd love the excuse of a proddy dragon to take it themselves, but they'll never have it." He seems pretty confident about that, but he veers off into a more serious, "If you ever need a ride between, by the way," he'd be willing to give her one. The nasal noise Tayte makes both answers the affirmative and communicates a grim sort of amusement. "Their loss for thinking they need an excuse." The blonde answers with another wiggle of her toes before, with a sigh she's shifting toward the edge of the bed. "A ride between would be lovely, thank you. I'd prefer to take as many countermeasures as I can. I'd like to be done with children. Bearing them, I mean. Three is enough. Speaking of. Much as I'd like to drag this out..." She has responsibilities. She flashes an apologetic smile toward Z'riah over her shoulder. Time to go! "Some learn the error of their ways." Z'riah enjoys helping them out with that, which might be garnered from the amused tone of his voice. "Any time," he adds about betweening. "Doesn't matter who you're with, either." He's not the jealous sort. Usually. Tayte's suggestion is enough. Z'riah pushes himself up out of bed and starts to put his clothes back on. Once he's all dressed, he moves closer to give the blonde one last kiss as he says, "Thanks for the amazing time, Tayte." There's a laugh for the first and an appreciative smile and nod for the second. "Thank you," could be in response to that; there's no specific sense that she's thanking him for what's gone on because she says, "You're welcome," like she was entitled to the good time. "Zif," Tayte speaks as he turns, "Have you found something to like here?" The cant of her head is genuinely curious; she's not looking for an answer that is "her." Z'riah pauses to look at Tayte. He's not shy about looking at her, either, blue eyes raking up and down. But then he glances toward the door and back to her with a grin. "I suppose I've found a few things to like here." Whether he counts her among them is left unclear as he heads for the door to let himself out. |
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