Logs:Almost Not
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| RL Date: 9 September, 2015 |
| Who: Dee, Ka'ge |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Dee and Ka'ge manage not to fuck it up (but just barely). (Teenagers.) |
| Where: Nicked and Scratched High-Up Weyr, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 9, Month 10, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| OOC Notes: Sex. Teenagerness. Very back-dated. |
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>---< Zymadiath's Ledge, Fort Weyr >-------------------------------<
Set very high up in the bowl, this ledge can be found to be rather far
away from any neighbours. Certainly there could be no exchange of
greetings without the raising of voices. Not all that large and with a
chunk missing, it looks like it has had a bite taken out of it. Whilst the
edges around the broken portion are a little sharp, the rest of the ledge
is smooth and reasonably flat. The missing chunk might provide excellent
means to spy on those weyrs below and further down into the bowl, were
dragon or rider so inclined.
>---< Nicked and Scratched High-Up Weyr, Fort Weyr >---------------<
First impressions provided by the ledge speak little of the state of the
weyr. The maw-like jagged entrance gives way to an enormous cavern, if
perhaps shallow given its elevation despite its initial appearance. More
like a natural cave than a weyr, it's shaped in a long semi-crescent, the
walls rough with grazing gouges taken from the rock. The dragon wallow
sits in a precise strip along the far wall, with a view out to the ledge
and sky beyond, and it too bears little nicks and scratches. The space is
never bright, not even in the daylight, and when lit by glows or the small
hearth, the room hangs heavy with shadows that drip from slices and
protrusions in the walls and the dramatic stalactites hanging from above.
Light never reaches the peak of the arched ceiling or the furthest of
corners, leaving them untouched in dark mystery.
The decent sized bed has been tucked into the darkest corner of the weyr
and even sports a tent-like canopy of dark grey, leathery fabric above it.
There are several locked trunks arranged in areas against the walls and
the foot of the bed, and although random in style their placements appear
intentional. A small workbench is devoid of anything but a mortar and
pestle and a few empty jars. A couple of thick-fabric navy pillows laid
over an off-white woven rug are set in front of the hearth, offering the
only welcoming area of the inner weyr.
>----------------------------------------------------------------------------< Although the jagged entrance is not so welcoming, within could either be considered romantic or eerie. Zymadiath lounges in his couch, watching Ka'ge place the last of the numerous glow baskets along the floor. No amount of light makes his weyr bright by any means, though so long as one doesn't think too hard about what may be lying in the corners that are still deeply coated in shadows, the patterns the glows make on the scratched walls and the warmth of the hearth's light as it dances is not too cold. The weyr is sparse, claiming much more empty, cavernous-feeling space than furniture or objects. But the rug and sitting pillows beyond the hearth have been accented with a tray, a couple of bottles of wine, a flask of whiskey and an empty decanter with its glasses to be filled with whichever wants sparks the users' fancy. A second tray of pastries and meatrolls is fresh, still steaming. The bed has fresh linens, hidden as it may be with its rather lavish tent-like canopy. The weyr itself smells earthy- like someone just went through an herb garden and replanted it somewhere within this elevated space. Although no plants can be seen, it could easily be assumed this was intentional, however the bronzerider managed to do it. Ka'ge, as far as the young man himself goes, wears a light grey tunic- as close to a light color as he'd ever manage, with a front loosely tied in a zig-zag sort of pattern showing some skin beneath down a narrowing 'v' to his trousers. This must be a personal outfit, as it too has a hood. His pants are black, as more normal for him, but more fit to his form. He sits on the bed after he'd finished refreshing the last of glow baskets, hands gloved for comfort's sake and clasped in his lap as a foot is bounced in waiting. Zymadiath's head tilts slightly, a snort given. The glare he receives from his human counterpart is unkind, and the dragon chuffs in a single displeased noise and stalks out to the ledge. It's the elevator dragon that brings Dee, delivering her to the ledge and giving Zymadiath the mental note of her delivery. She stops on the ledge to collect herself a moment before moving through the wide mouth of the Weyr. "Kael?" is a question as nervous fingers curl in the the burgundy of her dress. It's of the sort she tends to favor, a simple solid, peasant cut, but with the back longer than the front, the front rising to just above her knees and the back trailing to nearly her ankles, and lacing of the same color weaves across her middle. Simple sandals adorn her feet, but she's clean and her hair's been brushed. Ka'ge stands at her call, easier given she uses that name. He's barely lit by the meager lighting, but approaches from the depths of it. And once he's merely paces away, he bows with a sweeping hand and a grin that denotes the excessiveness of it. "No stone tables or-" The ice breaker comes with a breathy chuckle as he stands up straighter, not appearing nearly as nervous as his bronze had pointed him out to be moments ago, "unmatchably soft pink sheets, but it serves its purpose." Serves as her welcome seconds before he comes close enough to gently take that hand and uncurl her fingers from her dress. "I like this one better." is noted on it, quieter. "If my unmatchably soft pink sheets ever wander off, this is the first place I'm searching," Dee answers too sweetly in the wake of the bow. It's possible she'd like to make comment, by she won't kill his game so soon. "Of course you do, I wore it for you." It only follows that Ka'ge would prefer it. She surrenders her hand, of course, giving only one glance over her shoulder to where the elevator dragon no longer is and hasn't been for some moments. Second thoughts? Interest in the ledge? It's hard to say. There's a shyness to the way she looks at him. "Is this a good idea?" is the game killer of choice when it comes. "I mean-" Ka'ge gestures with a hand towards the inner weyr, "It would certainly go with my decor, don't you think?" Although he catches the 'too sweet' of her reply, a raised brow is all it's offered in the course of flow. He doesn't lose his lightly sarcastic yet inviting expression even as she looks back at where she'd come for the escape no longer there. "If you mean sitting down on a pillow and having drinks is a bad idea? Then I don't know what to tell you." He takes one step back, pulling her gently with him until he may take her in a light, loose embrace. But it's humored, not all that romantic yet as he rolls his eyes, "I made you a promise. I don't care about a lot of things." Most things? Everything? "But for some reason I care a hell of a lot about you. I told you I wouldn't do a sharding thing unless you allowed it. You want to just talk? That's," and he leans to press a kiss briefly on her forehead, "fine." Dee looks at him thoughtfully, not resisting the pull or the light embrace. It's only once he's done speaking that she shifts to lean against him, head to his shoulder. "Okay," she believes him. She would, of course. "So what's your favorite thing about your weyr?" She asks it as she turns to break away from him, meaning to move into the space and explore it with tentative steps, a nod and smile of greeting going to Zymadiath, "And is he going to watch if we-- explore your sheets?" So to speak. Just small talk, right? Ka'ge releases her with his arms but not his gaze, watching her as she explores. He follows her for a few steps, curious of her path, but then steps towards the hearth to allow her to do as she pleases. All those locked trunks; it's not like there's anything to really get into. Except maybe the oddity of the mortar and pestle sitting by themselves on the old desk. And the bed, but, well, that's certainly fine. "I'll give you one guess." He offers to the first question, chuckling quietly to himself as he sinks into one of the very plush navy pillows he has in place of chairs. Loud voices echo slightly in here, though the next neighbor is so far away, that likely doesn't matter at all. An amused glance goes out towards the entrance, "Nah. I think he was just concerned you'd step in the giant crack we have on the ledge. He'll be too busy flying his circles to stay anywhere near here." The latter seems.. tired of the concept already. He looks down to his gloves, picking at each finger in turn. "What do you think of it?" "It's big. And dark. Ish." Dee's observations might also be her guesses about what he likes most, even if it's two guesses and not one. It's to the bed she gravitates though the mortar and pestle get a curious look from a distance. She stops at the foot of the bed to look it over, expression a mixture of thoughtful and nervous. After some moments, she moves away, toward the bronzerider, stopping just shy of the rug to shuck off her sandals; undressing already might be a good sign! She stops after the sandals, of course, but it's something anyway. "The acoustics are interesting," she chooses that last word carefully, possibly thinking about what sounds might be caught and amplified if the evening goes beyond talking and drinking. Her eyes fall to the choices of booze, "Getting me really, really drunk?" She queries, the tease there but hard to identify in the wide-eyed look of innocence she gives him. All of his focus stayed on those gloves of his until she's close enough to distract him from them, or maybe it was the sandals hitting the floor. While sheepish certainly wouldn't describe anything about Ka'ge, tamed might in this circumstance. Blue-green eyes glance over his shoulder perhaps not quite able to take her in, and instead of turning around, he redirects by biting the loose strand from a thumb. "Choices." He says simply with a crooked smile and a clearing of his throat. "I, for one-" He fishes briefly for his flask, which he then flourishes. His flask, and he seems oddly proud of it, "Have rum. Which is by far the best." The last words taken as he tilts it back and takes a long drink of it before looking back at her with a wince and a breath following the strong liquor. Stepping onto the rug, Dee takes a moment to get the feel of the fibers on her feet before walking toward him and his offerings, kneeling before the later to examine them. "Do you drink much?" She wonders, a curious inquiry not an accusation. After examining the wines, she twists to look back at him and asks, "Are you sharing your rum?" "Eh," Kael breathes, leaning back on a palm, "Aye, I suppose. There's not a whole lot of nights I have nothing to do. Can't drink if you don't want to fuck up." There's a half-hearted laugh into the flask which whistles under the breath as he takes a second draught. Her follow-up question makes him pause at the wrong time, and the swallow doesn't happen soon enough, leading to a couple of coughs, the back of his hand protecting any precious liquor that wishes to escape him before he can get it down. He shakes his head, his brows knitted in amusement, but before he can actually talk, he raises the flask to her. A sharp breath once he's 'fine' again leads to, "I thought you were a whiskey girl." "Booze is booze. We couldn't always get whiskey," Dee answers, reaching for the flask. She's about to take her sip when she asks, "So it's okay if you fuck up here?" Since he's drinking and all, it must be! Dee drinks. She makes a face as the burn and exhales harder than usual but she doesn't cough. No stranger to rum, it would seem. "No." Ka'ge's tone is sly, mischievous, both amused by and drawn to her wit, "I don't mind getting caught here. By you." "Ahh," is Dee's sound that only gives pretended seriousness to his explanation. "And suppose I did catch you, what should I do with you then?" She turns after asking so she's facing him, still on her knees and taking another swallow of the rum. "Well it depends." Ka'ge says, sitting up again to lean towards her, "You get to make the rules, goldrider." Is a dangerous purr that has multiple levels to it, given through a crooked smirk, "Will you exile me," there's a strange heavy curl to that, "or keep me close? So you can ah-" He reaches forwards to draw back a strand of her hair, to tuck it behind her ear, "Keep tabs on me." Withdrawing that hand is slow, 'accidentally' falling to brush against her sleeve. Dee leans back on her heels at his choice of humor, expression something of the not good variety. Still, that's what the flask is there for, right? So awkwardly she lifts it and drinks, possibly trying to ignore the hair tucking and brush to her sleeve. Ka'ge doesn't miss her change in expression, and it takes him a whole non-self-absorbed second to realize why. Well, that didn't take him long, did it? He sighs as he turns the attentions of his reaching hand to the tray to pour a very full glass of the whiskey he'd brought up for her, and brings it to himself, somehow managing to not spill it as he stares at the surface before drinking it down almost all at once. "The point of," He breathes a little delayed after that, a wince lingering in his expression as he sets the glass down on the tray, "the alcohol wasn't to make the pain of being around me go away enough to get it over with." He exhales, setting his forearms on his knees as he looks up to watch her expression again, "I was hoping you would enjoy yourself." Dee looks shocked. Perhaps she has a right to. "The pain of being around you?" She enunciates with a mixture of annoyance and something more. "Kael, just be Kael. Don't bow to me. Don't 'goldrider' me. I want you, not whoever you think you should be for me to want you." She caps the flask and sets it down on the tray with a trembling hand. Her eyes blink back tears that she won't allow to fall and her fingers ball into fists, but now she doesn't look at him. Can't, perhaps. Ka'ge's eyes flash with something as they narrow briefly but whether it be the liquor or learning his lesson from numerous times before, he doesn't speak his mind outright. He takes a breath, and chooses a little more carefully, "Pern is an ugly place full of ugly people, Dee." He starts in a calmly level voice, "Except you. You captivated me on the day we met, covered in mud. Willing to throw words back in my face as quickly as you were willing to see all the good in people that I certainly-" there's a little shrug, a little hmph of a fake, strained laugh, "Couldn't see. You're stunningly beautiful, and not just because of-" His light gesture indicates her dress, her body, "It's why I can't leave you alone." The hint of disappointment in that end of that sentiment seems to denote that while he can't, he certainly should. "It isn't," Dee has to protest. She has to protest it with a fierceness that stems from the strength of belief so deeply ingrained as to be part of her very core self. "Ugliness shows us the beauty of the world. Sorrows make great the happinesses. The shadows do not exist without the light and in darkness you can see nothing." She inches toward him on her knees with every point that she's made. Evidently, she's still willing to throw his words back his face. Nevermind that there's a furious blush on her cheeks from the impact of Ka'ge's words. "There is goodness in even the darkest heart. A silver lining for every storm cloud." Thus, she believes and the strength of her resolve holds back the tears that threatened. She reaches for his hand, seeking to remove the glove, her eyes on the glove and then seeking Ka'ge's own, as if perhaps to ask for permission. Ka'ge doesn't argue, instead he just smiles lopsidedly with a slight raise of a brow in a 'see?' manner. He looks down at her touch, approving of the offer by lifting his hand slightly; it's likely he wouldn't have worn them at all if he hadn't been nervous to start with. In the effort, he slides forwards slightly, smoothly until they may be almost touching in that closeness. "And I don't want anyone to change that about you." Including himself, that seems. "Never fear," Dee answers wryly as she removes the glove gently, "I'm incorrigible." She lets her fingers pull down across the revealed skin before reaching for his other hand to do the same. As she works on his other hand, Kael reaches his ungloved one up to her shoulder to brush over her shoulder to pull her sleeve lower. To lean his head towards her to brush his lips and some of that scruff into a kiss that bare shoulder, an "Mmhm" hummed into her skin as the semblance of a reply. Dee stills at his touch but resumes her de-gloving efforts after a moment. Probably, if she stayed silent, this would unfold without words, without hiccups. But perhaps the drinks were a little too much for Dee to have that kind of self control. "Why would you ever think this was something I would want to 'just get over with'? You do realize I'm here because I want to be here, right? Not because I feel like you're owed my body or something stupid like that," she pulls back to look at him, with her brows lifted expressively, right? Historically, Kael would defend himself in some manner or word, circumventing what he should say and classically falling into something stupid. But this time, her reminder- even if worded as a question that receives no verbal answer- softens the young man's trial-hardened face, alleviates the sarcasm-glazed lines of his expression and seems to evoke much more of a passion that's waited. If she manages to get off the second glove, great, but he doesn't wait for it to happen. He takes his hands from her to be able to wrap his arms around her and pull her to him, so long as she'd allow, to bury his face to her collarbone, to kiss her there and up her neck in a tedious, barely patient slowness. Dee squeaks. She'd probably like to have done something more graceful, more seductive, but there it is, a squeak of surprise as, just barely with the glove off, the advantage of the playing field goes to Ka'ge. There's an intake of breath that's probably gratifying in surprised pleasure at the touch of lips to neck. Her eyes close and her lower lip is taken just slightly into her mouth in a motion that were she ticklish, might mean she were feeling tickled, but now rather likely indicates her attempt to control the sudden heated flush that's risen to cover her face, neck and exposed chest. "Kael-" she starts, but doesn't seem to know what to say after that, so instead shifts to try to seek his lips with her own. Kael tilts his head only enough to allow her that kiss when he feels her move for it, his eyes closed, his skin warm to the touch by both alcohol and the feeling that's thoroughly flushed through it. Despite the effort that goes into that moment, he makes it brief, pulling away after only a few albeit prolonged moments to simply look at her, closer. His hands don't even stray- not yet. There's a happiness about him that's in equal portions to something that seems almost rebellious. And that first seems so novel to him, it's only covered by a brief hushed chuckle at himself that forces him to look away as he does. When he looks back to her eyes, it's searching, confident, collected but still with a peculiar smile. "I didn't think I could feel this way." "Feel what way?" comes the question in the moments that follow Dee gathering a few of her wits back into her head. She's still where she is but her fingers twitch just slightly where they sit on her thighs in answer to a thought that doesn't yet become action. He brings a hand 'round from behind her back, dropping his eyes from hers to following her neckline. The hand slides over her leg, drawing the hem of the dress's skirt along with it to bare more skin for him to see. "It doesn't matter." Kael says after a thought- one too many thoughts for the moment- but adds with a shake of his head for her sake, "But it's a good thing." Even if he could have put it into words, he can't now, and either because he doesn't want to hold back anymore or because he wants to delay further questions on his previous muttering, he leans to kiss her again. Bolder, firmer, as if to press her backwards ever so slowly with it. Dee gives over to the kiss, but not for long. "Wait," comes with a hand pressed against his chest. Then she's shifting to get up, to step back, to look around the room. Perhaps she wasn't finished her exploration. Her fingers curl nervously into fists and flatten out a couple of times as she looks. Then, decisively, she moves toward the place in the shadowy weyr that seems to have the best lighting; not so far really, just enough paces to ensure the light of the hearth illuminates her. "No-" The word is damn near desperate and almost managed in the sound of a yelp. But despite the pained initial response to that, Kael watches her, stunned more into silence. "Trust me," is quiet answer to sound. Once Dee is where she thinks she wants to be, she looks back at the man, "Can you see me alright?" Never hurts to be sure in the moments that count. "I can see you better closer." Kael responds with some measure of his normal sarcasm, with lingering hints of that desperation. Dee rolls her eyes, "Shut up," is affectionate, nearly indulgent. "I'm doing this for you." So there. "When you came to my bed, you asked me to let you see me," as she explains the young woman's hands pull the laces that tighten the dress across her middle. It's a simple process that doesn't take long, all the while watching his face. She takes her time with pushing the fabric away from first one shoulder, the other before letting the dress flutter down to the floor in a rumpled heap. The bra and panties beneath are probably Special Occasion wear, which this must count for. Her eyes search Ka'ge's face; she's not lacking in confidence about her body, but she does look to see if this is what he wanted, one hand reaching up behind her to work the hooks of what garments remain to her. Her explanation entices him, and he sits back with one forearm rested over a knee, the other behind him propping up his weight. One brow is lifted curiously, entertained by the concept. But, likely, not expecting what he's given. What he'd mentioned in passing about having sex was true. What he'd never mentioned, nor thought to, was never having been seduced. Ka'ge's watchfulness which follows the curve of every feature she offers him- and only briefly to follow the dress as it hits the floor- demonstrates a stare that goes from entertained to blank to primal. He realizes he's holding his breath only after he gasps for one amidst the bare seconds it takes to stand and go to her, fiddling or not with what remains. Maybe he should have asked if he could interrupt the show, but it likely wouldn't have mattered clearly based on how dramatically his need to touch her is. His hands lift to cup her face to kiss her; because words are just not possible. The way Dee's form presses against Ka'ge's in welcome betrays her pleasure at that reaction; likely, she's never tried to seduce anyone. Fortunately, Dee being Dee seems to do it for him. The clasp manages to become undone but the thought of pulling away from him long enough to actually remove her bra cannot currently be borne, so her arms go around his neck, returning the kiss with enthusiasm that speaks to having finally, finally given up her reservations. Although he's let go of the control he'd had on his reactions, his strength still seems something that's barely kept restrained as he dips suddenly to draw an arm under her thighs to sweep her from her feet. The path to the bed would be much too long otherwise, and only made acceptable by the fact that his kiss is unrelenting as he takes her there. He would only break it after he's set her down on the bed, even dimmer beneath the canopy, it's sheets protected even from the weak light of the numerous glow baskets. Quick movements make short effort of his tunic which he pulls over his head, exposing his own scar and tattoo-riddled skin. Pants too would only take a second before he's returned to the kiss, to touching her, exploring her. Two can play at that game, and they'll have to figure out how on navigate taking turns because some touching, some exploring come into conflict with one another and Dee isn't always willing to yield to his dominance (anyone surprised? Damn willful goldriders). In the time that he takes to remove his clothes, she finishes with hers, leaving there all the more of her for his exploration. The nervousness that has come and gone and come again is gone once more, lost to the attention and focus given the world that has shrunk to keep only the two of them there; is Zymadiath still there? Dee doesn't even seem to notice anything outside of Ka'ge now, her touch and soft sounds of pleasure (even amusement) encouraging more. The bronze dragon is long gone from the immediate vicinity, somewhere above the bowl, circling under the night sky. Kael certainly doesn't require much encouragement as he slowly drifts down her form, massaging, kissing; spending longer times in some places than others. One of his hands almost always remains at her hip as if to steady himself, a reminder of some sort. But it's certainly not for balance, as the one thing the young man most certainly has is physical skill, balance, body placement, which he uses to his advantage in every aspect here. His aggressive passion does calm intermittently should any desire immediately conflict with his advances. And as he comes up to find her lips again with his own, he strokes down her sides, her thighs. Dee's movements, outside of the bedroom, have a self-possessed grace; that translates to her physical awareness and movements here. For all that there should be more fumbles given their youth and relative inexperience, there aren't many and most are painlessly resolved. Things are looking up for this really, actually 'happening. Then Dee murmurs a curious question, "So is this what you were taught?" At least her tone is sort of a dreamy thing, a thoroughly engrossed in this experience thing, a thing that says he's doing well. Utterly, completely focused on her, Ka'ge has trouble fathoming her question. At first he doesn't think he quite hears it right, then it's the matter of making words happen. He doesn't- can't- look at her when he replies because in the moment, he's naked in more ways than one. He presses his head into her chest, his words spoken into her soft skin. "I learned to fuck and not care about the consequences, not to love." Is a resolved 'no', the carved muscles of his back tensed. "Oh," is mostly surprise with just a little hint of being taken aback by his answer. Dee's arms move to curl around his back, fingers stroking soothingly along the lines of his back. There are a lot of things she could say here. Some of them probably would be unhelpful, and perhaps this won't be, but it's offered nearly timidly, "I care about you." There's a disconnected moment where that tension seems unrelievable, as though whatever Dee dredged up may not go away. But when Kael looks up to find her eyes, there's just a thoughtfulness there. He presses a kiss to her lips at the end of her sentence as his response. Gentle only paves the way for intensity to grow again as he poises himself above her to complete what may be considered over a turn's worth of foreplay. The moment isn't perfect. Something in that exchange, in his response, it makes Dee less responsive. She's not still, just something is lacking in the enthusiasm that was there before she asked. Her intensity doesn't match his, but she doesn't make move to curtail his intentions; still, something isn't right. Kael releases the kiss to draw back enough to search her eyes, not missing the decreased enthusiasm and not willing to press onwards without it apparently. "What is it?" "Nothing," proves Dee a woman. She doesn't leave it there after a moment of chewing her lip, "I just-- it's all sort of strange. I know you and I don't. I feel for you and it's confusing. For so long we haven't been allowed to feel or to know or to even really be around one another except as professional colleagues." She sighs, "It's just... weird," which is evidently killing the mood, even when they're so close. Physically, Ka'ge is no less aroused, but given her concerns, he goes from hovering above her to shifting slowly and laying beside her on his side, an arm beneath his head as a pillow with the other rested across her waist. This is perfect opportunity for him to fuck it up, and he seems to know that well with how long he lays there in silence. His gaze drops to watch his fingers as they play around her belly button. "My master once told me-" He chuckles quietly, "to be careful of women who are smarter than me- which are all of them." His blue green eyes look up to her face to watch her expression, "But I grew up around mostly men, so I never quite understood what they meant by complex woman thoughts," His eyes narrow playfully and his exploring finger reaches up to touch her nose briefly, "Until I met you." That's not really an answer per se, but perhaps a bit revealing? Dee's body becomes tense as he shifts, but not in reaction to the shifting, but the silence. Her hands fold across her ribcage and stay while she stares up at the canopy. There's a brief frown when Ka'ge relates his master told him all women are smarter than him, but then her lips set in a line that doesn't betray much feeling. At the touch to her nose, Dee turns her head to let hazel eyes set on him. "Well, it is complex," she complains with a small huff of air pushing out of her lungs. "Fuck. It's so much easier to do this when you would fuck anything that happened along because the lust lays so thick over the Weyr, or when you're so full of feelings you don't want to feel that feeling anything else-- even shame-- would be better. It's so much easier when you don't care if it's great or if it just scratches the itch." For most of that, she doesn't look at him. For most of it, she sounds exasperated. Damn him for making her have feelings~ "It's okay." Ka'ge says simply, but in a manner that's meant to be soothing. "Even if it works out that I only get you this one night," He says quietly, a little somber but not resolved to the fact despite the offer, "It'll be okay." It goes against what he said earlier, certainly, and it can't be said whether it's driven by the height of the moment or a more true statement than before. Dee makes a frustrated sound as abdominal muscles clench and she pulls herself into a sitting position, hands coming up to rub across her face and scrub through her short hair, leaving it disheveled (as if they'd done more~). "Maybe I should go. We have an early morning tomorrow." And every morning. Yay, weyrlinghood! For all that Ka'ge can look aggressive, dangerous, that passion transfers easier than anticipated into this situation into emotions far different than those. And as she sits up with intention to leave, the pressure that sinks in his chest leaves him almost immobile. "Dee, I-" The confusion, the pain there is louder than his hushed voice actually audibly is. "Wait." He soon sits up to hook that arm across her waist, to hold her there unless she truly struggles. He would not force her, but his arms are relatively rigid to make the plea for another minute, maybe even two. "Kiss me." Because saying anything else seems like a bad idea. Perhaps that's what Dee needed - for him to want her to stay and make some show of it; who can say with these complex woman thoughts? There's a slight sigh, but as a sound of some kind relief she probably didn't even realize she needed, and twists so she can do that, softly and tentatively at first, but - if he's patient - with a rekindling of the heat that was lost in the wake of words. If he's patient, it will be Dee who shifts, to push him back this time, to slide atop him and do the deed lest something else come up that stops them from consummation. He is, as always, patient. The patience of someone who has waited lengths for many things, though this may be more difficult than most. When she shifts, it seems hard for Ka'ge to give up control. But despite the muscles that tense against her press, they give- he gives- laying back on the bed to allow her that desire. He's burning beneath her, attempting to equal her energy if still naive in passion-driven rather than hunger-driven needs. Part of him still would be naturally aggressive, eventually trying to turn so that he'd be able to take her- to please her, more correctly- from that more dominant position. Every part of him seems aware of her needs, a sensitivity that seems all too acute, but such that she'd find any request for movement answered readily. And he's certainly not so practiced that he can last a very long time, but not so terribly short as to be.. terribly unsatisfying. When Ka'ge wants to turn them, Dee doesn't resist. By then, she's already enthralled, enraptured, enchanted. If Ka'ge thought she was beautiful before, her response to him probably leaves that beauty worlds away, becoming something practically unworldly as she throws herself into this (as she does with everything in her path) with her whole self, nothing held back. Intense is a good word for the experience on the whole; Dee's participation is practically some spiritual celebration of joy and ecstasy which brings this much closer to love making than to fucking for all that the feelings behind it all might not wholly be described so. When it's over, her legs are curled around his waist, her hands pressed against his shoulderblades to keep him close to her. Her breath is ragged in his ear, her heart pounding against her chest, but in no way does she seem prepared to let him go, not for some moments to come. Certainly, she enjoyed, but sated? That's another matter entirely, one he might need to address if he tries to move away from her, at all, before she's decided she's good and ready. The enchanted, enthralled energy of Dee drives him intensely, passionately more until he's stilled, sweating and glistening in the meager glow's light over the edges of his sculpted form. Faranth, her beauty! His eyes, usually so shadowed in mystery don't hide how he feels about her, what he sees in her. The lust for more of her is as prominent as things much deeper than that. Panting, Ka'ge relaxes slowly into her tight embrace, burying his face into her shoulder, placing kisses on her soft, glowing skin between breaths. His caresses turn into stroking her hair back from her face. His breathing slows in effort but not rapidity of one physically fit but still taken aback by.. well... her. He leaves her in her buzz with no words, but he most certainly doesn't seem quick to want to pull away from her. It's moments and moments and moments before Dee moves. When she does, it's a slow shift, seeking to find his face to kiss, eventually, if she can find her way there, his mouth, a deep, satisfying and intimate kiss. Only after, does she seek to move in earnest, and her eventual first word as she manages to sit up and move toward the edge of the bed is the simple inquiry, "Water?" Ka'ge returns that kiss, the hand stroking through her hair pausing to hold her in it in his return of desire. But when she does start to move, there's a broad if crooked grin as he shifts towards the end of the bed where a pitcher rests next to the wall. Request anticipated? His attention leaves her only to lay belly down on the bed and pour water in a somewhat awkward position over the edge of the bed before offering the small glass to her. "Thank you," is polite. Too polite? It's an odd contrast to the intimacy of moments before. Dee doesn't speak again until half the glass is gone and then she offers it toward the one who poured it. "Water?" It's a different question this time, an offer to share what she has been given, a very Dee thing to do. Kael shakes his head, and draws himself up to sit behind her to return into an embrace of arms around her bare waist as if he is not done with everything. Or, more likely, a manifestation of that protectiveness he's hinted at before. He places kisses along her shoulder blades first, and up her neck to behind her ear lobe. "Stay here tonight." Since he doesn't want it, Dee finishes the glass. She closes her eyes as the kisses go on, the glass being held slackly on top of her thighs. Her frame tenses at the words. "I'm-- no." The abruptness of that seems to surprise her. She's flushed when she looks back at him. "I can't." And then, "I'm sorry, Kael." It doesn't sound like it's because of him, but... perhaps she didn't enjoy herself as much as she seemed to? Ka'ge is caught as much off-guard as she seems to be herself at her own words, brows furrowed deeply. His embrace tightens and then releases, reluctance in every bit of it. If anything could throw his confidence, as smug and arrogant of a man as he, this would be about the moment to do it. He seems uncertain, both in what to do and what to say. He doesn't even appear sure of how to ask for clarification. But at her apology that might be more than he can take, he slides off the bed and pulls on his pants from the floor. Bare footed and bare chested, he looks a lot different not covered by all his layers. He scratches the back of his head, rubbing his hand roughly through his hair as he paces only a couple of feet away, but it seems necessary for the energy of whatever emotion is boiling within him. It's when he stands that she follows, rising, fingers curling into fists, uncertainty and embarrassment there. "Ka'ge," she addresses him because it's easier to use that name for this, "I'm-- I don't want to pee in front of you," could her cheeks get any redder? "And there are so many people who take note of where I go and where I come from. I'm not-- I don't want that kind of attention yet. Please." There's a sense that there's something else, too, but she doesn't volunteer it now. Ka'ge doesn't miss that there's something else, he also doesn't soften from the tension he'd gained. Especially when she uses his rider name, the look she gets when he turns is controlled to not show whatever she's uncovered. "I understand." He offers as he returns to her, but remains standing instead of joining her again. "Like I said, even if I only had you tonight, it would be alright." Even if it doesn't sound 'alright', apparently he would make it so. "Your own pace, Dee. I'll be here." Where else would he go? Perhaps given the sequence of events, it's odd that Dee is the one who looks hurt. Her eyes dart away from him and arms curl around herself self-consciously. There's indecision in her expression for a long moment, then she moves to collect her clothes. There's an unintelligible mutter, and another, and then a sigh and an articulated, "And I have to ask a friend to take me between before breakfast since we can't do it yet," as though someone made her tell him the thing she was holding back. The only thing that the young man is able to put together, after a long moment of watching her from close but not too close is "I'm sorry," after everything she's said and the look of hurt in her face. Even though he's not sure what he's sorry for. Ka'ge's anger creeps into getting the better of him, and he turns away before those words even leave his mouth. "Zymadiath." He growls outloud by consequence, of course not out of necessity. He doesn't bother grabbing boots nor a shirt, just his worn riding jacket. But before he'd just leave her in his weyr, he asks, "Is Taeliyth coming to get you or do you need a ride?" Dee stops, dress and undergarments in hand, but not yet donned. They do block some of her nudity from his sight as she pulls them against her chest as a new tension settles on her and she gives the bronzerider a look of confusion. "You want me to go now?" Now? Concern shows in her features, worry and a firm lack of confidence as she asks in a more hushed tone, "Was it that bad for you?" Ka'ge pauses mid-shrug of getting his jacket on, stilled in the effort by such an unexpected question. Flustered, the young man's face flushed red both from the evening and from the rush of frustration, he can only ask for clarification in the most non-eloquent of ways, "What?" "I thought you wanted me to stay, I thought that meant you might want to-- do it again," Dee's cheeks are flushed again. "I can't stay the night, but I don't want to leave right now. I just-- you started getting dressed and--" She gives him a sort of helpless look. "I'm confused," and pitious. "What do you want, Kael?" Ka'ge forces his unbelieving stare away from Dee towards the wall, with the most sincere thought of striking it. Surely, that would do wonders for his reputation- as 'good' as it already was. Having the weyrling goldrider in his weyr in the evening and coming to training the next morning with a broken hand. She's confused? Kael eventually looks at her again, "You know what I want." He says starkly, anger alleviated from his face to be replaced by a sense of futility as he drops his arms to his sides. One lifts again if only to motion at the bed, "That. How beautiful and happy and pleasured you looked. That's what I want. I don't want to just fuck you, I don't want people to do-" He's not even sure he heard what she said a few moments ago, so he shakes his head instead of repeating it, "whatever makes you uncomfortable. I just wanted... that." The final words see the quieting of that fury, until he falls into exasperated silence. "Then why did you start getting dressed?" Dee matches his exasperation, but not in silence, clutching her clothes against her chest. "You seemed-" Ka'ge isn't even sure, really, "unhappy." Unsatisfied. "Worried," Dee corrects, taking a tentative step toward him. "Worried that you might not have liked it as much as I did. That might have looked like some kind of-- I don't know. I made noises and -- when it's just a quick fuck, you don't stick around afterward for round two," or apparently, Dee never has. "And I wanted to stay, for more, but if you didn't like it or thought I was weird or--" There's agitation in the way she lets a hand rise up to gesture to whatever might finish that sentence. "Then you started getting dressed after I said I couldn't stay the night, and--" She abruptly drops her hands to her sides and the clothes to the floor. She surrenders? "Are you kidding me?" Ka'ge says, mirroring and surpassing that tiny effort she makes towards him by closing the distance in only a few short paces. He searches her face, her eyes, his mild grin both a relieved and still-exasperated one. "When you said you wouldn't stay-" Miscommunications much? The bronze dragon, despite being called, must have been sent away as there's a sense of a dragon flying close by the ledge beyond the jagged entranceway but never landing on it and soon back off in the distance. "I've never wanted to please anyone, Dee." His voice suddenly calmer, "I thought I failed." He brushes his fingers over her neck until his palm cups the side of it. He doesn't seem to care that she dropped her clothes. "Me neither and too," Dee answers him with a touch of a smile, relieved that the miscommunications seem to be resolved, or getting there. She shuffles closer so their bodies are touching, her arms slipping around his waist in loose embrace. "It was never about pleasure, really, for me, before, just getting off. I only ever tried the pleasure thing once and-- not with actual sex." She clears her throat, cheeks brightening. She chews her lower lip for the briefest of moments before she seeks to ease down onto her knees, hands hooking into the top of his pants as she looks up at him a little uncertainly, "I've only done this once," is abashed warning as she seeks to extricate at least some part of him from the pants. If he doesn't follow what she intends to do, her lack of hesitation should make it clear in the next breaths unless he stops her. He starts to stop her as she goes to her knees, not sure what exactly her intentions are, but before he can bend to pull her back up he's caught on. It doesn't take him long, no. But his breath catches, exhaled only as "Dee...", and he's clearly not sure where to put his hands. It's likely given that reaction, Ka'ge's not had this experience before. Eventually, he simply caresses to be encouraging, at a loss for words otherwise and willing to enjoy what she's willing to give. Admittedly, Dee's skills in this area could use practice, but she's got the basics down, even enough of them to reach up one hand to claim one of his and place it at the back of her head. Sadly, her hair is too short for a good grip (perhaps that's best for beginners though), but he could offer some direction if something she tries is particularly good or particularly unfortunate. At some point, Dee's eyes close in a way that suggests she's enjoying this, too, and there's even a little playful experimentalness, with the very occasional question of, "Good?" just to get some kind of confirmation. Inexperienced as she is, she probably can't keep at it long enough (without lockjaw), but she doesn't rush things, either, smiling up at him when she's deemed she's 'done'. "Bed?" she queries as she seeks his hand to help her up from the ground. Ka'ge provides that intermittent guidance, whether it be by soft groans or a little more pressure on her head or stilled stroking that may indicate he can't even think straight enough to do it. But he's grinning when she finally looks up, a grin that's broad and a look to his eyes that's glazed in pleasure. His arms go to hers to lift her, and at her query, indulges himself in kissing her everywhere beneath her chin as he guides her backwards, back to the bed. The grin has her smile widening until Dee's beaming at him. It's pretty adorable. And so what was done before will be done again, with no less enthusiasm for it. When they've exhausted themselves, Dee seems tempted to sleep, contented as she is there with him, curling against him once they've separated. "I should go," is barely a murmur but lacks the resolve of earlier. Here is comfortable. It had started a little differently, though, given he'd worked at pleasuring her with his mouth, his tongue. Trying a few different things to find the more sensitive of areas; whatever may generate the most pleased of noises or movements. Only to progress to the intimacy of before. Ka'ge seems content to just stare at her after, lids occasionally drifting closed. Even when she speaks, he doesn't seem yet willing to release her from the warmth of the now, with an arm 'round her, and legs intertwined. "Mmm." Is a tired but not exactly agreeing response. Dee has, perhaps, surprise and a touch of shyness for how it begins, but it doesn't take much coaxing for her to lie as he'd like, to let him explore in turn. It's only fair (and pleasurable). "We're going to be so tired tomorrow." She arrived late and it's later now, by far. "There's only a few more hours until dawn," she sighs, the pair of phrases having a rallying effect. Much as she'd like to stay there, she starts to shift toward sitting up and the water that she can get for herself this time. "Sleep with me." Ka'ge says in a tired but sated voice as she starts to move, his arm staying wrapped around her for as long as he can continue to reach her. It doesn't seem like any of her prior reasoning has stuck with him- or he simply doesn't see the harm in pursuing it a second time. "Nooo," is whiny answer. Dee leans down to kiss him, soundly. "Maybe another night, at my place, where there's a bath," and a private place to pee. "Taeliyth's on her way up." She sighs the finality of that. Then she really does move to get the water and drink. Next is clothes. "Sleep with me." He repeats, but without pressure. He rolls over onto his back as she leaves the bed, eyes closed but not asleep. At her offer (suggestion, thought?), one eye opens to watch her as she moves for her clothes. Sneaky, of course. "Mmhm. Not sure Taeliyth would let me survive that." "Sure, she would. As long as you have an invitation. For a specific night," Dee adds the addendum as she tugs on her panties and sets to hooking her bra. "I trust you'll be able to vanish relatively unnoticed enough before sunrise that you can keep my good reputation intact." She makes a gesture to indicate the ledge, "One that doesn't have an easy walk to the bowl isn't so good for inconspicuous retreats." "Instantly." Ka'ge says with an arrogant confidence at that note of vanishing, both eyes now open to watch her with much less pretending to hide it. Eventually, after a considerable length of quiet consideration as he enjoys this aftershow, he adds "There's a lot I can do for you." Seems both mysterious in nature and not just in regards to the bedroom, "You just need to ask." Once her dress is on, Dee returns to the bed, crawling onto it, but only enough that she can stretch out on her stomach to pin a single of his shoulders with the drape of her hands. "I like what you did for me tonight." She smiles down at him. "I'll ask you for that again. With sleep, another night. Promise." She leans down to kiss him, lingeringly, but in a way that is definitely 'so long for now', before saying, "Sweet dreams, Kael," and slipping off the bed to head for the ledge where Taeliyth lands daintily. |
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