Logs:Ditching
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| RL Date: 22 December, 2008 |
| Who: K'del, Milani |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: K'del and Milani ditch to go have some fun in the coverage area. Sexual references. |
| When: Day 20, Month 7, Turn 18 (Interval 10) |
| Records Room, High Reaches Weyr Books. Scrolls. Bound hides. Maps. If it's a record pertaining to the Weyr, it's likely to be in this roughly oval room with its floor-to-ceiling cherrywood shelves, its multitude of slots for scrolls, and its wide drawers for materials that shouldn't be rolled up or folded. A scribe is usually on duty at the tall desk up front with its good view of the room, and is able to help visitors find what they're looking for via the big bound index on its rotating stand. Past the desk, several tables stand in neat rows for note-taking, each stocked with glowbaskets, scrap hide, paper and pencils. Additional lighting is provided by a many-armed wrought-iron light fixture, its glows gleaming through luxurious glass containers in fluted shapes instead of baskets. To one side of the room, a gap between two sets of shelves outlines where another set once stood, now replaced by a tapestry-covered aperture. Peeking behind the tapestry reveals another cavern, this one likewise full of shelves, but occupied by only a few boxes of older records and a somewhat musty air of disuse. As well, two narrow but solid doors are locked when the room is unattended and a discreet staircase provides direct access from the Weyrleaders' weyrs. Early evening in Records. It's quiet. The weather's too nice for most to moulder around indoors. So why Milani's in here ... well that's a good question. Here and not her office. And yet. Yep, there she is, working away at one of the rearmost tables. With a scroll tucked under his arm, K'del enters the Records Room looking for all the world like he's just here to get some work done. He even makes his way to the scribe, speaking to him in a low voice, nodding rapidly, and following the man's direction to the shelves at the far end of the room, conveniently located not far from where Milani is working away. He takes down one of the big volumes, carrying it with both hands to the table, which is the point at which he addresses the Headwoman for the first time. "Said you might be in here." One of her Assistants? Someone else? "Though I can't imagine why. Too nice out, surely." Up come blue-green eyes that fix on the weyrling and Milani smiles at K'del. "Mm, and here I am. Cross-checking against last turn's records. THough you're right. I should be outside or at a gather or something. How about you? That thing looks heavy." A nod to the volume he just took down. "Why aren't you? Surely that kind of thing can wait." K'del tilts his head towards her pile of records, while opening his, though he doesn't seem intent upon actually /looking/ at it. "This? Oh." He glances down at it, grimaces, and reads: "Immigration records of the ninth Interval. You're not going to believe me if I say I'm here to just do some pleasure reading, are you?" "Better to get it done now, so I can go have more fun later," Milani explains with a little laugh and steeples her fingers, eyes K'del, eyes his book, eyes him again. "Nope. Not a word. Homework?" K'del flicks a few pages over, scanning down a page with his fingers, and shakes his head without looking up. "Still seems kind of unfair. Most of the weyr's outdoors, tonight, or gone gathering. And here you are." He looks up, grins ruefully, and shakes his head. "Didn't think so. Least, definitely not with /this/." He pokes at the book, grimacing again. "Not homework either, no." Milani props her chin on one fist, smile pulling to the side. "Mm. I've gone gathering. Not that long ago. So I'm not missing out if that's what you're worried about." The headwoman just /grins/ across at the weyrling. "Mmm, so you came looking especially for /me/ is that it and that's just an excuse?" Fingers flick towards the book and then drop to flip her own closed. "Where do you want to go?" "I admit, I couldn't really imagine you missing out, as such. Just--" K'del breaks off, to return that grin with one of his own, amused, and more than a little smug. "Alas, you've seen through my ruse," he teases, lifting one hand to his brow dramatically. "And here I was, thinking it was so well thought out, no one'd ever guess." As his hand drops, he admits, "Admittedly, when I thought 'oh, I've got a free evening, maybe I'll see if Millie is free', I didn't actually expect to find you working. So--" he indicates her book, "If you /are/, that's fine, too." Stacking. Milani is stacking things up. "You have a free evening and I'm just trying to get ahead. Should I go change into one of my more daring dresses and see if we can find that Gather over at River Bend that's supposed to be going on?" Both of the headwoman's brows lift and there's mischief playing in her smile. That's not too far for him to fly, is it?" Despite his care in making sure she really is free, K'del looks exceptionally pleased for this response, and nods instantly, and with enthusiasm. "Make it an /exceptionally/ daring dress," he decides, grinning, as his own volume gets closed with a thump. "And I think we have a plan." He waves away the idea that it might be too far, his head shaking. "Meet you out in the bowl in a bit?" Rising, Milani just grins across at K'del. "Oh, don't worry. It'll be the daringest," she promises and moves to put her books away. There's a little wave over her shoulder. "Ten minutes." And then she's gone. When she meets him out in the Bowl, she's got on /quite/ the dress and a wrap in her hand against Between's chill, and a pair of not-quite-heels but a little higher than what she usually wears. Because with him, she can get away with it. She even took a moment to pin a sisal flower in her hair to match that gown. Every dress needs a focal point, where attention is drawn with the finest of notes to detail. This dress boasts the most logical. Its halter top arrangement is gathered down closer to the navel, leaving enough of a berth around the chest to show hints of cleavage if desired. Ribbons tie neatly in the front, allowing the wearer to opt for the amount of closure. Traipsing downwards, the ribbons are long enough to tickle at the short, frilled, skirt that lazily hangs down just above the knee. Hints of desert sand work their way up along the fabric, pink and purple sunset hues a highlight that shimmer against the satin traipses. K'del is waiting, that ten minutes later, but only barely - his face is still damp from the water he's splashed over it, and used to tidy the tight little curls on his head. He's changed, too, put on a nicer shirt in dark blue, and form-fitting black trousers. "/Millie/," he says, voice unable to contain how impressed he is with this little ensemble. "I don't think anyone will be able to take their eyes off you, all night." Laughing, Milani reaches up to tweak the weyrling's collar, uses the corner of her wrap to catch a stray drop of water on his cheek. "Mmm. It's rather eye-catching, isn't it?" She gives the skirts a little swish. "And lucky you, you get to touch, when all of those others only get to /look/," she continues teasingly. With a wink she unfurls that large shawl and wraps it around her shoulders carefully, lets the long folds fall over her skirts, then reaches for his hand, because she's going to need help up for once. K'del will stand obligingly still for her ministrations, except to reach his hand out to smooth her ribbons (though he restrains himself from actually, say, /pulling/ at them - for now). Hand dropping again, he grins at her, waiting while she wraps her shawl, and drawing his hand out ready - organising himself ahead for assisting with that duty, the perfect gentleman. Even Cadejoth manages to still long enough to make it a relatively easy trip upwards. Meanwhile, K'del says, "And don't think I'm not exceptionally smug about that, right about now. And probably in general." Milani smiles for those wandering fingers though she makes wide eyes too. With her hand set in his, she makes the climb up carefully, putting weight on the toes of her shoes not the heels, having a care for Cadejoth. "Oh, I have no doubts, whatsoever," the headwoman teases down to him from her newfound perch on the bronze dragon's back. "Do you want to sit in front of me or behind? Either way is potentially fun," she continues the banter, eyes twinkling at him. K'del's expression is all innocence, in the wake of her wide eyes, and he even drops his head gentlemanly as she climbs up. Having been good for Milani, Cadejoth seems to be of the opinion that he's quite free to move about on his own, /now/, making K'del's trip up a little more dangerous. "I have no subtlety, I'm afraid," grins the weyrling, despite this, though he has to concentrate just enough that is banter is more restrained. "I'll go behind," he says, already swinging himself into place, there. Waiting for K'del's choice, Milani only smiles all the more when he picks as he does. With him settled, she promptly leans back into him. "You know, with all this fabric on, I think I need some help with my straps, weyrling," she says with a little flutter of lashes. Determined to break his concentration she seems. With Milani leaning back into him like that, K'del's arm doesn't so much /sneak/ around her, as just move that way, curving over thin fabric with obvious enjoyment. Concentration? What concentration? "But of course, Headwoman," he tells her, keeping his voice low, as, with a deliberate amount of contact with her body, he does just that. Why look, there's hand brushing past her chest, and then, on her thigh. Purely accidental. Of course. Tipping her head back against his shoulder, because she can, because he's just /that tall/, Milani grins up at the weyrling. "Why thank you, K'del. Your gracious help is /most/ appreciated." And if her hand drifts up his leg a little, well it's all in the name of giving him room to strap her in, isn't it? She does laugh though after a moment. "If we're going, we'd better go, before this turns into a short trip to your ledge!" "But of course," says the weyrling, smooth, the perfect gentleman. "At your service, as always." He grins back down at her, and though it looks for a moment like he intends to lean in and kiss her, he restrains himself, and that's before she makes her last comment. His hands withdraw, if only to attach his own straps, and he nods. "While I certainly wouldn't /object/, it would be a shame to remove that lovely little dress /too/ soon," he agrees, and then, Cadejoth is aloft - a bone, rattling, turbulent motion, as if he is merely bodily shoving himself into the air. Once off the ground, however, he is smoother, and they wing higher and higher, until the weyr is a distant feature, and they are heading beyond the walls. "Mmm, and you're so talented at service," Milani says with an airy little sigh. Straps on and that take-off means she's reaching for K'del's hands, leaning back that much more for the solidity of his presence. As the walls drop away she breathes out, smiles widely and makes to draw his arms around her. "Not too soon, no. Let's work up a good sweat dancing first," she murmurs into his ear where she's turned her head, her mouth against his skin. "How fast are you guys allowed to go?" There's breathless excitement in her voice as she asks that question. "Only because the target is such a pleasure to service," returns K'del, with a self-satisfied grin. He lets her take his hands, clearly enjoying the way she leans against him, and more than happily wrapping his arms about her. She might get cold, otherwise, see. "Mmm-hmm," he tells her in response, letting out a little contented breath at her mouth on his skin. He doesn't answer the last - but Cadejoth has already shot ahead, wings beating fast, faster, fastest. That fast, evidently. Laughter, delighted, merry breaks free from Milani at that comment. Wind and speed make for cool air and Millie snuggles into the weyrling's arms happy for that warmth, shared. There's another kiss pressed into his neck and then her head drops back, the headwoman just letting all that speed, the rush, transport her. "I love going fast," she tells the wind, tells K'del and just /smiles/ as they go. Her fingers play along his, trace up his forearm and at times drop to tease up his thighs. Will she? Won't she? Push just that much farther? K'del squeezes, drawing Milani in to him as much as she's snuggling, his own head dropping to press a light kiss onto her hair as her head drops. "You and me both," he tells her, lips dropping towards her ear so that the words don't get completely lost to the wind. Cadejoth soars and dives, too big for proper acrobatics, but enjoying the freedom of the open skies. Kas shifts, under her hands, and in response, his own thumbs seek beneath her shawl and the dress beneath, playful rather than actively intent. "Quite the pair then aren't we," Milani murmurs back as his head drops so and her head turns again just slightly, so that his lips are right below her ear instead. Turnabout is fair play and he might feel her shiver, delighted, not chilled for the play of fingers. All the way to that hold. "We /do/ seem to be," he agrees, before he gives up on words for the rest of the way. As the Hold begins to come into view, his fingers withdraw, propriety reinstating himself, though his arms remain where they are until they're much closer, winging down to a landing in the Hold's courtyard, where there are people and dragons coming and going, and the music from the dance square can be heard through the warm evening air. "Mm. And I like it," Milani replies and that's the last thing she says until the hold's in view. Sitting up a bit then, she looks down, points towards the square. "Oh they have strung up lanterns! How fun!" On the ground, she lets him handle the straps again, waits on him to get down first and then avails herself of his hand once more to find solid footing on the stone of the courtyard. K'del follows Milani's pointing hand towards the strung up lanterns, though his grin is more amused than particularly admiring of them. "Mmm," he agrees, non-commital but easy. He's less hands-on with his strap removal, but then, there are more people around here, and swings himself down quickly, to present his hand for her dismount. Once they're both down, he offers his arm: "To the dance square, then?" Free, Cadejoth shoves himself back into the air, to join a group of dragons already congregated on the heights. Her hand winds easily, comfortably into the crook of that offered arm, Milani's smile wide as she nods. "Oh definitely, it's a good beat! They have a decent harper here, sounds like," the headwoman claims as she walks along companionably with the bronzerider. Her wrap is left behind, carefully tucked into the dragon's straps and that dress is already earning a look or four, some outright disapproving. For the disapproving glances, those that he catches, at least, K'del has nothing but a winning smile and a polite bob of the head. For the rest, he just looks satisfied, winding through the crowds towards the dance square. "Pretty good," he agrees. "Shells, I haven't danced properly in-- a while. This'll be fun." As they approach, the song is just ending - K'del speeds up, grinning. "Quick, before they start the next one." Likewise, Milani meets gazes levelly and with nary a sign of shame. Maybe even a flip of those skirts of hers. Giggling though at that encouragement, she nods. "RIght you are," and lengthens her stride. "We'll have to make this /really/ good, for your first time back out," the headwoman tells him as the floor is reached and she turns, reaches for his hands to draw him onto the floor. "Let's see if I can keep up with you," grins K'del, his hands curling around hers as he lets himself to led onto the floor. "My brother always said I had two left feet, but I was /fourteen/ at the time, and I promise I've improved at least a little since then." He's winking as he says this - he's obviously not as bad as all that. "You have so far," Milani replies pertly, eyes all innocence. No really! "And if you step on my feet, you'll just have to make do with the others who warm your sheets for a seven." Maybe an idle threat, maybe not. Either way, she's listening for the beat, but looking at him expectantly to start them off, smile wide. Innocent, his eyes say, the brows raised just slightly. Sure. "Let's see what I can do, then," he begins to say, but his eyes go big and sulky as she continues. "Now /there/ is some incentive. No toe-stomping, I promise!" Grinning, he follows her lead in listening, and then, after a moment's hesitation, he grabs hold of her again, and they're away. He's not the best dancer ever, it's true, but he can keep to the beat, and he's /exceptionally/ careful with his feet. "Good, and if you falter, well, I'll just have to teach you to do better." Just like Milani has with er ... other things. She is very light on her feet and moves well to the music, but seems pleased about the lack of toe stomping. "Did you get to go to many gathers when you were younger?" "My mentor, in all things fun," teases K'del, though obviously well pleased with this and winking, too. "Some," he says, for her question, as they whirl about. "My brother apprenticed to one of the local harpers when I was, mm, six or seven? So he ended up playing at gathers, sometimes, before he got sent off to the Hall, and that meant we'd go along and watch. Local ones, anyway. Didn't get to travel much, but by the time I was twelve, I went to all I could. Girls, you know, like gathers." "Oh nice to have a harper in the family. I've a brother who's a harper too. Posted at Telgar Weyr," Milani says cheerily. "And many girls, do like gathers. And dancing. And handsome young men with toffee-colored curls," she teases him, steps lightly through a turn. "With good hands." "Useful," he agrees, of having harpers in the families. "Mine's still at Harper, last I heard. Only made Journeyman a turn ago or so. Makes instruments, mostly, but plays them, too." K'del is far more interested, however, in hearing about what girls like; there's a very satisfied grin on his face, as she speaks. "So I've found," he tells her. "Which makes gathers ideal, really, for such a man. To take, or find, pretty girl with a truly torturous dress." "It's been oh ... six or seven for Remi now ... he's going for his Mastery," Milani says with a little smile. "He's an archivist mostly, but he does a little bit of everything. They sent him over here for a little to try to work things out when Crom was being a pain in the ass," she says with a little sigh, hand sliding up his arm to his shoulder, then the back of his neck to play with the little curls that are coming back there. "Oh definitely, or for girls with such dresses to find such a man and get out of those dresses. Or at least find a convenient stall to lean up against." K'del sounds impressed, as he says, "Mastery, really? High-fliers, your family." They swing about again, as he listens, nodding enthusiastically every so often. He seems exceptionally pleased for the hand sliding up his arm and into his curls, his own keeping out of too much mischief, but nonetheless exploring what skin is kept available by that torturous (to him) dress. "A stall to lean up against?" he repeats, wicked mirth in his tone. "/Really/." "Remi -- well let's just say he's a perfectionist, that's the nicest way," Milani claims with a fond but wry smile at further mention of her older brother. "He's tall like you are. Darker red hair than mine and he's precise, like my mother." But her fingers tease upward a little and her head tips to the side. "Mmmmm. Stall. Wagon. Whatever." "Ah," says K'del, his head inclining: right. Like that. "And you, do you take after your mother or your father?" he wants to know, his neck arching just slightly as her fingers tease. "You have such lovely ideas. Lovely, /wicked/ ideas." "A little bit of both," Milani claims. "Easy-going like Papa, very organized like Mum. I'm not sure where the head for figures comes from, but before she Impressed my mother worked for the headwoman at Telgar and then here." Millie's fingers trail back down the way they came and she blinks innocent eyes at him. "Was that my idea? Really?" "Ah, so it's in your blood, then, as it were," concludes K'del, nodding, as his fingers trace spirals over her shoulders, and his feet continue to do a reasonably okay job of following the beat. "Me, I think I'm the first Dragonrider we've ever had." And, by his expression, /exceptionally/ proud of this. His head shakes, almost sadly, as he concludes, mock serious: "You'd be more convincing if you weren't dressed in quite so distracting a piece of fabric, I'm afraid." "Mm, bakers, riders and headwomen, Remi's a little bit of an oddball with the harper thing," Millie answers with a laugh as they make another curve around the floor. "We've a couple of generations of it at least, so I guess it's a family thing to have riders in ours too." But she smiles up at him, hooks her arm up that much higher around his neck as the music starts to peter out. "So. Stick around for the next one ... or find a wagon for this distracting piece of fabric?" she queries down low enough that only he can hear. "Have to have a good oddball, every now and then," declares the weyrling, amused, and still nodding. "My family's known for having lots of kids, so we tend to do all kinds of things. Can't all stick around, when you've got seven sons - not enough room." Hence K'del, and his departure. His feet slow, as the music begins to die, his hand tracing lower down her back, his expression contemplative, despite the temptation. "Fabric," he decides, a moment later, predictably. "We can always dance more later." And it really is a /very/ distracting piece of fabric. "Seven sons ... shells," Milani breathes out, eyes widening a little. "And you would need to find something with so many. I can't really imagine," she continues, expression shading thoughtful. A moment later though it's all mischief as she steps back into that hand, steps back again reaching to take the other and lead him off into the dark to find a suitable spot for dealing with fabric. "And two daughters," K'del adds in, amused by Milani's reaction. "So. Yes. Precisely." If at another time he might have elaborated on this, at the moment, he shows no indication of intending to do so - after all, there are hands to grasp, and a stall to locate, not to mention that fabric, and that's a far more pressing issue. "/Big/ family," Milani says as they go and then it's all searching in the darkness and ultimately finding and the illicit thrill of what comes next out there where they're lucky not to get caught. Her arms stay wound around his neck after, head resting against his shoulder again. "Drink ... and a dance and head home, maybe?" she suggests softly in his ear. "I think maybe I need to get all the way out of this dress before the night's over." "Mm-hmm," agrees K'del, before those illicit thrills rob him of any desire for conversation - /especially/ about families - out in the dark. Later, his arms about her waist, his head turned towards hers, he grins into her hair. "Perfect," he agrees, drawing his head away so that the words don't result in a mouthful of hair, no matter how short. "I agree. The dress is pretty, but I think I prefer what's beneath it." "That's a plan then," Milani murmurs back, laughing a little, though she's not really hurrying to move. Still, she leans back against that back-of-a-stall and straightens his collar, reaches down to start tucking his shirt back in. "Tie me back up then. At least this one's easy off /and/ easy back on," she notes gaily as her feet find the ground again. "And I /do/ like your mattress. After all the time it took getting here, it was worth the wait." K'del, letting her down easily - ah, it does help to be tall, and increasingly muscular, yes indeed - grins, following instructions with light fingers that can't help themselves but take one last liberty with bare skin before they tie the dress back up. "Very convenient," he agrees of the dress. "Built for naughtiness, I think." For his mattress, he smirks. "I rather think so. Not sure if you'd've delivered it /yourself/ if it hadn't been late, mmm?" That liberty draws out a quiet sound and sends Milani's eyelids fluttering shut, a hard swallow following. "Why do you think I picked this one?" she tells him brazenly, but then her eyes are open again and her hand is seeking his to head back to light and sound, drinks and more music. "And maybe, maybe not. And if it hadn't been, maybe it'd be Alieva you'd be dancing with tonight," the headwoman teases him. "Ah, I see. Planning ahead, very smart," grins K'del, pleased, as always, by her reaction to his hand. Now, that same hand lets hers take it, fingers twining about fingers, as they return to the gather square. "Well. That might've been fun, too, but I can't imagine her dressed quite so nicely as you are right now," he grins, returning the tease. "Now, what can I get you to drink, Millie?" "Always be prepared. That's what I've learned the most from being a headwoman," Milani replies, tilting a look over her shoulder at K'del that's equal parts true commentary and a quip as their hands lace together easily. "Oh I'm sure she'd appreciate the attention, but you do have a point there. I have a good collection of interesting clothing." As they make it around the corner to where there might drinks, Millie considers the question. "A little white wine if they have some and it sounds like they've moved on to slower music, which bodes well for my feet." She leans in against him companionably though, turns her head to speak near his ear. "And then I have some ideas for your mattress." K'del's lips pull into a sincerely amused grin for both the comment and the look. "An important life lesson," he tells her, sage, except that he's holding back his grin to try and look serious, and it doesn't quite work. "/Do/ you now. So there's more where this came from?" Excellent, says his expression. "White wine it is," he continues, though any progression towards the front of the drinks queue is halted, if briefly, as she whispers that comment. He suddenly looks very impatient, though after a deep breath, he just smiles. "I'm sure my mattress," he whispers back, "will very much appreciate them." "Blue ... red ... a couple of other colors," Milani informs K'del very seriously. "I'll have to choose some nights to surprise you with them. As for your mattress, it's only fair, really, to trade off appreciation equally." The line moves, but he might feel her smile against his shoulder. A moment later her face lifts, lips press lightly in the corner of his jaw. "Maybe we should just go home," she whispers next and there's something that's not so much impatient as urgent in her voice. "Yes, please." K'del is nothing if not predictable - and at this moment, with eyes wide and expression most appreciative, also very eager. They're not far from the front of the line, now, but the weyrling stops as Milani whispers again, his head turning so that he can see her, particularly given that tone in her voice. He looks surprised at her urgency, but, without another word, slides out of the line, back towards the main courtyard. "Of course," he says, now that they're moving again, Cadejoth already winging down. "Consider it done. But I won't tell you when, other than you know, generally, to make sure you don't have other company first," Milani says archly. His momentary surprise makes her teeth catch at her lip and there might be a little pang in her eyes, very briefly. But then they're slipping back through the crowd, to the courtyard, to Cadejoth and once he's on the ground, Milani's quick up onto his back and wrapping up in that long shawl again. "We'll come out again. Especially after you've got Between under your belts," she promises him and this time it's her leaning down to offer her hand to him. Eager much? "Surprises. Even better," enthuses K'del. Cadejoth is on the ground by the time they reach the courtyard, his tail flicking in impatience - if they're going, they're going /now/, please! Milani's eagerness, now that his surprise has faded, just draws a smile, as he accepts her hand to haul himself back up. "Definitely," he agrees, settling into place, straps on. "Any gather you like. Shells, anywhere at all. Won't be long, now." He doesn't seem inclined to ask about the sudden change; for the moment, he just settles back, swinging his arms about Milani again, as Cadejoth soars skywards. It may not be as fast as Between, but it's not a long trip. "Have to keep you on your toes," Milani says playfully as she hauls him up and once he's settled, turns just a little to curl into those welcoming arms. There's kisses this time, traced up his neck, playing with his buttons again, untucking the shirt she just tucked in, to slip her palm up his stomach. Whatever's gotten into Millie, she's anything but shy about providing those little sneak peeks into mattress-play. "Like I'm not tall enough," teases K'del, deliberately missing the point. Whatever it is that's gotten into her, he's got no complaints - nor is he disinclined to respond in kind, his own hands sneaking beneath her shawl and dress, sliding up legs - wherever, whatever. It must be infectious, this sudden eagerness. "Can you make it until we get back, or will I need to--?" he teases, in between kisses. "Just right," answers Milani fondly this time for that first deliberately mistaken quip. Wandering hands bring a flush to her cheeks though and then more laughter. "Well. That'd certainly be a first for me, for once." And whether it's an invitation or not, her mouth is on his this time, while her arm winds up around his neck backwards and curls her hand into his hair. For her laughter, K'del has laughter of his own, though it gets swallowed back by her mouth on his. When he has space to talk in again, he tells her, "Something to aspire to, then," but it won't, evidently, be this one - for the moment, he seems more intent on diving back in for another kiss, all the way home. By the time they /do/ reach there, he's panting and eager, a tangle of limbs trying to get off Cadejoth and towards that waiting mattress. There's no particular push on Milani's side of things to see that idea realized either, though there's plenty more kissing. Back at the ledge, there's more laughter as Millie winds up with one arm stuck through a strap the wrong way and her shawl wrapped around her waist, but eventually she manages to work free. Laughing the whole way, she tumbles on through to that mattress, all eager hands and lips through the weyr into at last that fabric can actually come /all/ the way off and get tangled up with his shirt and pants on the floor. K'del laughs and laughs and laughs, paroxysms still working their way free once they're safe on the mattress, his breathlessness as much due to this as a result of all that kissing. /Now/, safe on the bed, however, it's down to business - enthusiastic, gleeful, pleasure-filled business worth skipping the dancing for. Safe on the mattress, though it might not be safe from them. And in the end, it's another kind of dancing, just not the sort that involves verticality. It takes a while for Milani to dial down, lots of business to conduct before she's finally tucked in against him, playing with his fingers again. "Thanks for a good evening, Kas," she mumbles just a little hoarsely into his shoulder. "I'm glad I wound up delivering your mattress." Despite his youth, despite his enthusiasm, K'del is utterly exhausted by the time the dancing has concluded, and they're laying there, basking. He's got an arm tucked benath her, twined about her shoulder, and though his eyes are shut, he's got just enough energy left to respond. "You, too, Millie. Glad you did, too. /Really/ glad." Lazily, Milani slides her arm around his waist, sneaks a foot between his ankles, grins, maybe because her toes aren't under his heels. "Good," is what she musters next and then finally, a yawn. "Good night, Kas." And that's offered fondly, sleepily as Millie starts to drift, all that urgency finally gone. "Night, Millie," he returns, half-mumbled, though his feet tangle companionably with hers. And then: sleep.
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