Logs:Bar Bums
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| RL Date: 9 June, 2014 |
| Who: H'vier, J'taryn, Tayte |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: An accidental run-in turns into yet another exercise in decision-making. (Hint: the bad kind.) |
| Where: A bar in Igen & H'vier's weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 11, Month 13, Turn 34 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Fayla/Mentions, J'tel/Mentions, Oliwer/Mentions, Tatayana/Mentions, Tahvra/Mentions, Yvalia/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Adult content: sex and orgasms. Not graphic. Also angst. |
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| The trouble with having met your ex in a bar is that anytime you go into a bar, there's a chance they'll be there, even if that bar is way-the-hell-out Igen ways. It's the 'local' watering hole for the Weyr, so that at least makes things that much more likely. It's far afield from Tayte's usual haunts, and yet, here she is, dressed in a rather skimpy halter top and very short shorts, settled at a table off to one side with a good looking, sandy-haired man wearing the knot of a bronzerider from Igen. They've been here a while, talking and laughing and drinking. That's what you do in a bar, right? When H'vier arrives, it's not in any of his usual gear that marks him as a bronzerider from High Reaches. Since he's not really expecting to find someone as important to him as Tayte here, he's not alert enough to see her right away. It's not until he's had at least a shot or two that the casually dressed dragonrider spots the familiar blonde head while he's looking for other pretty faces. And soon after that, he notices her companion, too. He should probably just leave them in peace. That would be the mature thing to do. But who are we kidding! This is H'vier. "Tayte," he says as he comes up behind her, something not exactly friendly in his voice. "Who's your friend here?" Tayte goes both stiff and pale when she hears that achingly familiar voice behind her. But Igen is known for mirages. Maybe she overheated during the day and is just hearing things (ohpleaseletherjustbehearingthings). Since the blonde man is looking over her shoulder at the big man (though he's not so small himself, at 6'3" and muscular), Tayte doesn't have much hope that when she peeks it will turn out to be just a figment of her imagination. "Havi," his name is barely above an exhaled whisper. She glances back to the blonde man, as if trying to sort the best move to make next. She clears her throat and resigns herself to introductions. "H'vier, this is J'taryn, rider of bronze Njebrith of Igen. J'taryn, H'vier, bronze Reisoth of 'Reaches." Without more than a breath she's asking, "Are you here on business, H'vier? We wouldn't want to keep you." Translation: go away. When has H'vier ever been cooperative with subtle (and not so subtle) hints? That's right, pretty much never. Which is to say, he doesn't just go away. "J'taryn," repeats the Reachian bronzerider as though he might actually be greeting the other rider like a normal human being. "I wasn't," he says in regards to business, "but it looks like that might have changed. What's going on here?" This is said as he lifts a hand to settle possessively against Tayte's shoulders. Of course he doesn't. That would make Tayte's life easy for once, and that never happens. J'taryn's smile is friendly, even if the possessive hand gets a slight raise of the brows. "Well met, H'vier of 'Reaches." There's no annoyance though for the interruption. "I actually have to be going. Njebrith says we're wanted for drills so I'll need to hurry along." He rises easily from his chair and Tayte does the same. Oh, oops? Did she accidentally slip out from under H'vier's hand? "Thank you, J'taryn. I'll see you again soon?" She asks, not bothering to stop to clarify for their third wheel. "Of course," comes his easy answer. "I'll visit you in 'Reaches before the end of the seven." Then they embrace. Right there in front of H'vier. And each presses a kiss to the cheek of the other. Wait, wait, wait. No, really. Wait. H'vier should probably do that. Instead, between the exchanged words, the exchanged embraces and the exchanged kisses (no matter how chaste), that's just not going to happen. H'vier reaches to grab Tayte by the arm, trying to find purchase to jerk her away from the other man. But this is only so he can clear enough room to shove the other bronzerider back as he says, "The fuck you will." "Hey, man-" Because those two words are sure to cool a fired up bronzerider. This, from J'taryn, his hands being held up in front of him, a glance going beyond H'vier to where Tayte is straightening after running into a chair. Sigh. Aim. "Havi!" It's rebuking from the woman as she turns. "Tayte-" J'taryn's concern is obvious, "Do you need me to stay?" He's not talking to H'vier now. There's probably not much Tayte, or anyone else, could say right now that would turn off H'vier's... whatever state it is that makes him think this sort of behavior is okay. That J'taryn asks Tayte that has the bronzerider crowding closer to the other and growling fiercely, "Get lost before I break your fucking face." Well, if J'taryn was concerned and asking about staying before, the fact that Tayte tells him, "Better if you go," doesn't mean shit. J'taryn's jaw sets. "This is our bar," Igenites. "And she's of us. You-" He looks H'vier up and down, "You're just some asshole that thinks you can run the place." It would probably be one thing if it was just J'taryn stepping up. But from a few of the other tables, men rise, riders by their knots. Wingmates, maybe? Or just other Igenites who happen to have this particular bronzerider's back. "Better get out before you get hurt, big man." That, at the very least, keeps H'vier from actually trying to use one of the fists that have tightened at his sides. He looks furious. But he's not stupid enough to try taking on the odds he's currently facing. It probably damages his pride in ways only copious amounts of alcohol will heal later tonight, but H'vier doesn't say anything else. He doesn't even look back at Tayte before he's storming out. And he manages to do that without having any sort of anger-induced aneurysm. Tayte doesn't likely know why she follows him moments later (and she definitely doesn't think what kind of impression she must have left J'taryn with). She's running to catch up, "Havi!" It's nearly a breathless call. At first H'vier doesn't seem of a mind to stop. But he does anyway, only turning part of the way back. The glance he tosses back is toward the bar first, maybe making sure there isn't a mob of angry Igenites following the vintner, before his glare settles on Tayte instead. He's apparently incapable of polite speech, so he just stares at her, waiting. Why did she come again? Now that she's here, she really doesn't seem to know. "I'm sorry." That's the first thing that comes to mind to say. What Tayte has to be sorry for is anyone's guess. "Bullshit," is easy enough for H'vier to say now. Maybe he doesn't think she has anything to be sorry for, either. "Who is that? Are you fucking him?" He probably shouldn't ask things like that and not just because it's not really his business right now. It's clearly the sort of subject that could make him do something stupid like go back to the bar to punch the man with a pack of other riders at his back. "No, I'm incapable of getting anything but limp-dicked gay men to come to my bed, remember?" Had H'vier actually said that, or did she just infer? Tayte has enough temper to sound vexed. Her arms fold across her chest. "Not that it's any of your business," in case he's forgotten, "but J'taryn is my brother. Well, half," but that's sort of the same. "He was telling me about my father." In all the time they were together, did Tayte ever mention she was adopted? Whether he said that or not, H'vier is too distracted by the rest of what Tayte says to give that much thought now. "Your brother?" is his first incredulous question. His second? "Your father?" He's apparently feeling really original right now. "Yes, I told you once-- back in Southern," before the miscarriage and everything that was so very long ago now, "That I'm a flight baby from Igen? So's J'taryn. My father was prolific, or so I'm told. I decided to come. I had the day off, and just-- sort of on a whim, came here. I asked around and found J'taryn. I was just getting to know my brother. That's all." But then Tayte has to reinforce, "But if he weren't my brother and I wanted to sleep with him, you really would have no say about that." Because he fucked Fayla. So. Does he remember that? Probably. Maybe. H'vier listens to what she's saying without completely brushing it off, anyway. That should count for something. It's not easy going from rarsmash to storming off to listening. Fortunately her last comment doesn't quite set him off the way it might have a few minutes ago. "No, you're right. Go screw around with whoever you like, Tayte. Fuck your brother. I don't care." With that, he's turning back the way he'd been headed when she stopped him. Tayte could say a lot of things that would probably make him feel justified, but none of them that might come to mind manage to make it out of her mouth before she's weeping, and none-too-quietly. It's a good thing they are well clear of the bar or that newly found half-brother of Tayte's might find that alone to be a good enough reason to tromp his troop of Igenites out to beat H'vier senseless. The woman's hands cover her face and her shoulders shake. Stupid emotions. Stupid hormones. The frustrated sound H'vier makes is audible. Why does he sound frustrated? Because Tayte crying, weeping, is rarely something he can just walk away from. Not even when he's trying not to give a shit about her. He pauses without turning back, probably trying to convince himself not to, but he does it anyway. "What?" That's not the most sensitive of approaches, but it will have to do. "Why do you have to be so mean?" Tayte manages not to completely wail it between sobs. "You already broke my heart. Already hurt it worse by making me tell you no again and again," when he was drunk that time, "and then you're mean. Why? It's not fair." What did she do to deserve it? Oh, sure, she slept with an old gay healer, but that's not the point. "You broke your heart, Tayte, not me. I fucked up. I know that. But that's what I do. And you're never gonna find any man that lives up to your crazy expectations." Like monogamy? If she already thinks he's mean, though, H'vier might as well not stop now. "Even if you did find someone, they'd be too fucking boring for you to put up with for more than a few sevens before you were off fucking someone else anyway. You aren't any fucking different from me, so stop acting like you're some helpless victim." Yeah, that goes over well. Tayte sinks down on her knees, the tears coming more forcefully now. "I am different!" She insists between sobs. He would've certainly been right some turns before. She hopes he's not now. "Because I loved you enough to only want you!" She got over K'del for him; that seriously should count for something! "I only came onto Oliwer," Oliwer, not K'del, "because I saw you. You didn't even try to refuse her." At least not so obviously that someone watching from a distance could tell. And if Tayte was trying to keep Oli's identity a secret for his own well-being? Oops. "I only wanted you, too, Tayte. But dragons rise and shit happens. You'd think someone born from a flight would fucking understand that." H'vier has moved a step or so back in her direction but he pauses abruptly, both from moving and talking, when she mentions the name of the man she was with. It's probably best for everyone that they're at least a cold jump between from H'vier being able to confront him, too, given how murderous he looks in the few moments that follow. The sobs manage to abruptly stop so she can not-quite-yell back, "What I understand was that I wasn't even half-the-bowl away and you didn't even think to try to find me." Nevermind that he didn't know she was there. That's all she's got in terms of keeping it together though, so then she's weeping and curling a little forward as she does, face covered again as if her hands might be enough to hide the whole spectacle from H'vier. But this time the sobbing seems somehow worse. Somehow different. Somehow not entirely about this. H'vier doesn't respond to her comment because there's nothing he can do about it now. It already happened. And soon he's too distracted by Tayte's weeping to keep yelling at her anyway. Instead of barking to demand what the hell her problem is, the bronzerider moves closer and crouches down beside her to touch an oddly gentle hand to her shoulder. "Calm down, babe. Please. Don't do this here." Whether he means in front of him or somewhere that the mob of Igenites might find him is left unclear. Tayte should push him away. She should slap him or shove him or something. But she doesn't, she just keeps on weeping. Through the sobs she says, probably unwisely, "My father is dead." That really should help explain the continued tears. She must mean her blood father because: "I waited too long to find him. Six stupid sharding months too long!" Her hands slide away from her face and her arms hug tightly around her chest instead. Likely, she would've waited to find a private place to sob unattractively about this, but then Havi made her cry and it's too hard not to let one thing just roll into the other when you're crying anyway. He doesn't really seem to know how to respond to that. Or maybe he does and just knows that anything he'd say wouldn't be anything she'd want to hear. "Do you want me to take you home? Or have your brother come get you?" After he's far enough away to not get blamed for the breakdown. "Home," she requests when sobs have turned more toward sniffles. "I was going to find a ride, but..." But if Tayte tried that now, she'd probably need an hour or two more to finish breaking down before she could have a respectable conversation with a stranger. She's wiping her hands on her bare thighs and then trying to get up, though the move is far from her usual graceful rise. "It's fine," says H'vier. He rises on his own, though, apparently not interested in helping Tayte to her feet. He doesn't watch her, either, instead glancing back toward the bar. "Reisoth is ready." He gestures in the general direction of the dark, lanky bronze, already landing at the closest safe distance away he can manage. Tayte doesn't seem to expect the help. Maybe that say something about what she thinks she can reasonably expect from H'vier. She follows him to the familiar bronze that's never liked her (to her knowledge anyway). She's careful climbing up, as ever, the task offering her more focus to help shove all those nasty annoying sad emotions down somewhere dark and bottled up. It must because she's focused on things like that that she, out of habit, leans back against the bronzerider, her hands curled around her chest straps. Once they're settled on the dragon and properly strapped in, H'vier wraps an arm around Tayte out of a matter of habit. He's not using it to feel her up or anything, even, though it's a few long moments before Reisoth moves at all to mantle his long wings, so maybe it has something to do with that. It's not until the bronze has taken flight and brought them to the other side of between over High Reaches, spiraling in a lazy circle toward the bowl, that H'vier says anything. "Where are the girls?" "With the nannies," Tayte's answer is quiet, just audible over the wind. "I was to be gone until tomorrow. I thought it would take more time to find him, to meet him. Or my mother." The blonde's voice is tinged with sadness. "I'll just pick them up early, I suppose." Easy as that. Reisoth's path evens out, no longer angling down toward the bowl where he ought to be taking his rider and their passenger. But the bronze rumbles something that can be felt through his shoulders, so maybe it's not entirely his fault that that's not where they're going anymore. There's a tension in H'vier, his arm around Tayte tightening briefly, before the dragon descends toward the lip of his ledge rather than the bowl and lands with an annoyed scrape of his talons against the stone. Tayte probably should notice sooner, but she's got a lot on her mind. And of course H'vier is just going to take her down to the bowl. She didn't even think to tell him 'Reaches instead of Vintner since she's been moving things back and forth for the past seven and a half. It's only once they land that she looks surprised and muscles flex a little against H'vier's arm, as if straightening up will somehow magic them to the bowl where they're supposed to be. She has to twist her head to look back and up at him, and she does, craning her neck to try to see his expression. "This is your ledge." She says brilliantly. His expression is kind of hard to read just now, but then H'vier is starting to work on unstrapping them from the dragon who doesn't seem to be very happy. "You don't need to be alone right now," is his selfless contribution of his own. Once they're free and his feet are on the ledge, H'vier turns to hold out his arms to help her down as well. Tayte is very uncertain, and it shows in her face. If Reisoth liked her, she might think to linger in the straps until H'vier took her down anyway, only... he doesn't. Or she thinks he doesn't. Or she can't trust that he does. So she inevitably follows H'vier to the ground, letting him help her down. She gives the edge of the ledge a nervous look, maybe contemplating if free falling is a viable option. "I wouldn't be alone. The girls-" She starts casting her gaze toward the bronzerider then. Once Tayte is on the ground, him ignoring her comments on the girls keeping her from being alone, H'vier is there against her, tilting his head to kiss her cheek with every intention of finding her lips soon after. Reisoth turns his head to watch them for a moment, but given the nature of dragon heads and his own distant personality, there's not much to read in his expression except an agitated whirl in his eyes. These are yet more things Tayte should have seen coming. Because what else would he intend to do with her so she wouldn't be alone. Maybe it's because she's still sorting whether or not the human flight thing is a viable option, but she doesn't react fast enough to turn her head. So of course she kisses him back, at least initially. It's what you do when someone you love kisses you, even when you know they're someone you shouldn't kiss. Only her brain does kick in and she's then trying to pull free of him. Too late? That she kisses him back, if only initially, sets the bronzerider into some sort of overdrive where maybe he just doesn't realize that she's trying to pull away from him after that. That would probably be better than him just not caring. As it is, even when their lips aren't together anymore, H'vier's trying to lift her up against him, kissing her neck and shoulder instead as tries to walk her back against the nearest wall. At least it's not Reisoth he's pressing her against. And maybe the bronze realizes it's a possibility because he's dropping off of the ledge without even demanding his straps get removed. Tayte can squirm her protests, trying to push herself away from him, but the fact of the matter is that H'vier is bigger and stronger and Tayte doesn't have an ace in her pocket, so if he wants her up against him or pinned against the wall, without being free of his arms, that's where she'll end up. But it doesn't mean she won't gasp (did that sound encouraging?) or say, "Havi, please--" (ambiguous at best), and "Please, we can't," (which is still not technically 'no'). "I need you," he says, pointing out, at the very least, that he hasn't gone spontaneously deaf. The one thing that seems to get through to him the most isn't Tayte at all, but the cold around them. Neither are very well dressed for it. And so, once he's made it more obvious how much all of him wants her by pressing himself against her pinned body, he wraps his arms around her to hold her close and carry her into the weyr proper, no doubt intending on falling on top of her when he gets to his bed. Tayte probably hasn't noticed the cold. It would be hard to with so many other thoughts trying to claim her attention and the way her blood is rushing in response to what her body is sure it wants, even if her mind is still trying to make itself up. She should say no and disentangle herself and have done with it, but that would count as a good decision and historically Tayte doesn't make those. So when she breathes "Oh, Havi," it's not in rebuke as it ought to be, but in surrender. It's the opposite of discouraging. So, too, is the way her legs wrap around him and the way her arms hold her to him rather than pushing herself away. As soon as Tayte surrenders to his advances, it's not long before H'vier's hands are working to get the minimum amount of clothes out of the way as quickly as possible so he can take her with an equal amount of unwise desperation. "I love you," and, "I miss you," are both a serious part of his vocal repertoire in between. It takes a fair amount of wigging to get the shorts off as there's not much to them, but if there's one thing Havi and Tayte do well together it's getting it on, they might even specialize in doing so quickly. Of course, quickly offers certain advantages and certain disadvantages. The vexed groan from Tayte as H'vier falls against her says today they've rolled the dice and found one of those disadvantages. Poor Tayte. A bad decision and not even an orgasm for her trouble. H'vier could probably fix that by other means but right now he seems more content remaining oblivious to the fact that it wasn't as great for her as it was for him so he can just lay against her like she's totally his again. That's what this means, right? "I've missed you so much." Which is obviously why he was at Igen in the first place. Being annoyed helps. And of course she is annoyed because he isn't fixing it and might even be too egotistical to not have noticed. "We're not back together," it's said with frustrated huff as Tayte experiments with ways to extricate herself. Would they have been if she'd gotten hers? Well, if he was going to notice that she didn't get hers, he probably isn't going to now. H'vier is too surprised to do more than sort of roll onto his side, giving her plenty of opportunity to put some distance between them. "What do you mean we aren't back together?" Tayte has sometimes been more patient in previous encounters with this situation, but she's never been particularly nice about them. "We," she says clearly, sitting up, "are still broken up." Does that explain things? How about this? "You cheated on me." Furthermore, "That wasn't even good!" Ugh. Other times she might've just helped herself, but they've been broken up a seven and a half so she's had plenty of that in recent history, this (after she finally gave in) was his job. Apparently them being broken up is debateable from his point of view. And cheating on her didn't really count. So H'vier focuses on the important part. "You didn't finish? I can fix that," he says as he starts to move like he's more than willing to help, because she's still going to be totally in the mood for that. Tayte scoots off the bed, snagging up her shorts and underwear in one fluid motion from the floor on her way. Apparently, that's another 'no,' H'vier. The blonde shakes them out until they're not twisted anymore and then sets about putting them on in stony silence. Who knew Tayte could be stoney? "Don't be like that, baby," murmurs H'vier as she gets off the bed. He's sitting up now, but doesn't look like he's in much hurry to physically follow her. "You don't need to leave. Can't we just lay for awhile?" Cuddling with H'vier sounds fantastic, right? "Don't 'don't be like that, baby' me," Tayte grouses as she gets one leg through her underwear followed by the other and tugs them up her long legs. "I shouldn't be here to begin with." H'vier rolls his eyes at that, moving to the edge of his bed to find his own pants that somehow managed not to just hang around his ankles. "You should be here. You belong here. All of you." Maybe not, like, literally in this particular weyr. But with him. But then he's sort of changing the subject because he's getting the chance to look at her again without thinking with his dick, "Why the fuck were you wearing that to Igen, anyway, if you were just visiting your brother?" "I didn't know who I was meeting," Tayte's hands are on her hips now, shorts dangling from one hand. "I was wearing this because it's hot in Igen and so am I. What's wrong with it anyway?" She demands before looking down at them. Then suddenly she's throwing them on the ground and advancing on H'vier intending to shove him back down on the bed and climb on top, "This is not about you, and we are still broken up," damnit. He could probably say something about what's wrong with Tayte wearing clothes like that, but he doesn't really get a chance. Because once the shortsless blonde is advancing on him, whatever H'vier might have said is forgotten. Maybe now would be a good time to put his own foot down about not letting her use him now that they're broken up. But, yeah, no. That's just not going to happen. It's only fair! If he's not ready for her, she'll fix that. But it's not about him. But that doesn't mean she won't ride him until he's had his second, in the name of getting her third or fourth. It would be better if she left him wanting, but she doesn't, because that would cut short her own pleasure, and if she's going to make the bad decision, she's going to make it worth her while. Tayte slumps onto him panting, but not slipping him out of her just yet. She should. She really should. But panting against him, her cheek pressed to his chest... she just can't bring herself to have it be over yet. Fortunately after that, even if he doesn't have quite so much work from this particular angle, H'vier is left panting and entirely too satisfied to do anything but breathe and wrap his arms around her, holding onto her with one while the hand of his other trails across her back, up under her top. He doesn't, for once, ruin the moment by saying things that don't need to be said. She wants to stay there and lacks the resolve to move for some long moments. Silence is their friend. Eventually, finally, reluctantly, she speaks, "Havi-" Slowly Tayte pushes herself up onto her hands, them braced against the chest, and looks at him. Whatever she was going to say, it changes, the change visible as a sad smile takes hold on her lips. "Havi," her tone is different now, softer. "I can't keep getting my heart broken." He doesn't try to hold her against him now and he lets his hands slide down and around to her hips as she sits up. H'vier's gaze travels lazily from where their bodies touch all the way up to her face. "I don't want your heart to keep getting broken," he admits with a brief sadness of his own. "I don't want to hurt you, Tayte." "What can we do differently? So that it doesn't? And so I get to keep you?" Tayte questions. They might be frighteningly close to having a constructive relationship conversation here. Her hands shift on his torso, not seeming to be in any rush to part them where she's straddling him. It might be even closer to a constructive relationship conversation if H'vier knew what to say beyond, "I don't know." And he probably wishes he did. "I don't know if I can promise it won't happen again. Dragons make things unpredictable." Probably he means the cheating and not so much the breaking her heart. Tayte looks at him and her big ocean eyes are so sad. She releases a breath she didn't think she was holding, and then slowly, slowly she starts to shift off of him. "Tayte," he says, hands at her hips tightening in an effort to keep her there on top of him at least for a few more moments. "Baby, I'm sorry. I don't want to lie to you. Or break anymore promises. It's not fair to you and I love you too much for that." H'vier starts to sit up, muscles flexing in his abdomen, "If you could just remember that it's you I love, you I want to be with." They could make it work. "Could you remember that it's you I love and want to be with if I was out fucking someone else?" Tayte poses the question quietly, letting him keep her there, with him, for now. "If you were a rider, you'd understand. And I'd understand if it's something that happened with you. But you aren't." Which apparently means that Tayte going out and fucking other people isn't really okay with him given that she definitely isn't a dragonrider. H'vier wraps his arms around her as he sits up the rest of the way. "Would you hold it against me if Reisoth was green and I had some fag fucking me every few months?" Okay, that's a little specific and maybe not entirely relevant. But he seems to think he's making a point. "No, and I don't-" really, usually, "-hold it against you when Reisoth wins. And I'll be the first to admit that some of our hottest times have been coming off of a loss." They have to be good for something, right? "But if his dick isn't in another dragon, your dick shouldn't be in another person." She doesn't move off of him still, but she does fold her arms across her chest. "That's just you not keeping yourself in check long enough to get to me, which is just the same as if I get really worked up and grab onto the nearest person instead of coming to find you." And there have been times where she arrives and practically mauls him because she needs it. Those are good times, for sure. "It's easier when it's just a green. Golds are harder. He wants them. They just kind of... suck you in." H'vier pauses for a few moments, studying Tayte's face. "I can promise not to fuck anyone else after greens. And I can try to keep him from chasing any other golds than Hraedhyth. It's her he wants, anyway. But can we not hold it against each other if we fuck up when she rises? Either of us? You can go fuck as many old gay healers as you want." He even tries a smile. See? He's totally okay with it. She's actually thinking about this. Oh, Tayte. "And if I want to fuck a really good looking man ten turns younger than you and really sexy?" That might be redundant, but. "After a gold flight. That's fine?" Fine might not be quite the right word for it. But H'vier really wants his woman back. "If that's what you need, sure. But if you're living with me, it'll be easier for us to not end up with anyone else." That's clearly where this conversation is headed back to, them being weyrmates. Foolish. Tayte is still foolish. She regards H'vier thoughtfully. "I'll think about it." She agrees slowly after some moments. "Will you promise me you won't kiss-or-more anyone else while we're trying to work things out?" They had this miscommunication once before which is probably the reason for it's specificity now. "Except for flights, of course." Thinking about it? H'vier will take that and not even press for something more solid. "I promise. No kissing. No anything. Just you." And possible flights. But Reisoth isn't the sort that chases everything, so at least they've got that. "You think maybe you could stay here tonight?" He's rewarded for his promise with a kiss. The kind of kiss that just might have them going for round three in short order. It's on an exhale after the kiss that she's nodding, her face close to his. "I'll stay." Tayte: the ultimate reinforcer of bad behavior since turn 32. |
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