Logs:Eavesdropper With Nice Shoes
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| RL Date: 19 May, 2009 |
| Who: K'del, Milani |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Turns out nothing bad happens to eavesdroppers: they just get let in on plans. And, later, get their clothes torn off, only, I swear, not in this log. |
| Where: K'del's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 10, Month 10, Turn 19 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: A'son/Mentions, Leova/Mentions, Tiriana/Mentions |
| It's been not so very long since A'son and Leova stepped out and Milani's been a very quiet, very good little girl here in K'del's bedroom though /my/ wasn't that an interesting conversation she just overheard, even if she missed bits and pieces. She's been slipping quietly into the Weyrleader's weyr, barefoot, almost nightly for a while now. Ever since the night that A'son said 'just friends' yet again and she dripped her way over here. Tonight's getup involves leather and corsetry and a mix of black and red. Also stockings and extremely impractical footwear that has nothing to do with walking. The headwoman lies across the Weyrleader's bed, with her head propped up on one hand, still waiting though her expression has gone from salaciously inviting to thoughtful. It's not until the others' footsteps have well faded that she calls out simply: "Kas." K'del, who turned off towards his desk after the two riders left, angling towards the mostly-empty bottle of whiskey sitting up there, turns around with a start as his name gets called out. The expression on his face may not be visible to Milani, but it shifts instantly between being startled, being nervous, and then, ultimately, really quite content. He pads across the weyr, angling through the passage to the inner weyr, and leans up against the doorway; now, he looks very satisfied indeed. Leather. Does it every time. But what he says is more casual: "Didn't hear you come in. Nice shoes." "Slipped in right before you got home," Milani claims with a little smirk and points her toes at him. "Can't walk worth a lick in these but they do nice things to my legs. Want to come take them off?" Wicked mischief glints in her eyes for a moment or two then fades. "I -- heard," she notes with a little tilt of her head towards the other room. "Sounds a little risky," she murmurs next, wiggling that foot at him in invitation. "/Everything/ does nice things to your legs," teases K'del, letting his gaze linger on said legs as he crosses the room to settle down on the bed beside her, his left hand traipsing down one of them, towards that previously wiggling foot. "Assumed you must've," he says then, in a quieter tone, though it's not as though his hand stills. "Could be. But. We've got no leads, you know? Nothing else to go on. And it'll only be people we can trust. Who can hold their own." "Really? Hmm. Lucky me," Milani says with a laugh and stills enough to permit that touch of his hand, eyes fluttering shut. "I know," she murmurs quietly and scoots a little closer to him. "Promise me you'll be careful? And ... tell me if you need anything?" Her eyes open and her chin lifts, taking in his face. "I missed things here and there ... fill me, so I'm not jumping to any conclusions about anything?" K'del shifts, so that while one hand can investigate her footwear, the other can reach down to grasp her hand and squeeze it. "I promise," he tells her, honestly. "And... I will. Do, in fact. Maps, a list of the tithes still to come in and when they're due to leave, supplies for those going out..." He could go on, but he doesn't. Instead; "We'll assign pairs of people to each train. At least one rider per pair, but I'm thinking both should be. Undercover, dragons flying to catch up at night. Anything happens, they broadcast that. Probably to Wyaeth; he hasn't been asked yet, though, so. And he and some others will come in to... stop it all, I guess." "Okay, maps from records, the list of tithes I can write down for you right now. It's right here," she squeezes his hand lightly and Milani lifts a finger to tap against the side of her head. The headwoman pushes up to her knees then though, worms her way around to slide into K'del's lap, arms winding aroud his neck. "Pairs in each wagon train ... and the dragons will drop them off ... hm. You know that could work," she murmurs softly and leans in to kiss him gently. "No matter what anyone says, Iovniath seems to've made a good choice in Cadejoth, and you." The headwoman smiles a little and tips her head backward. "Do you need any additional people who can be trusted? Ones who aren't riders?" "Font of all knowledge," teases K'del, but the smile fades a bit at the compliment, despite the way he returns, equally gently, the kiss, whilst his own arms twine about her back, fingers seeking skin even whilst he speaks. "Wasn't my idea," he has to admit, watching her, suddenly more wary. "I was going to have riders flying above, keeping an eye out. It was..." There's hesitation. "A'son's idea. And he and Leova, together, getting the details. Still working out the people - kind of depends on how many tithes there are to cover. But if you've got ideas, I'll take them." "You know I'm good," Milani says with a low chuckle about being a font, scooting closer into his lap again, one hand sneaking up into his hair to tangle into his curls. Her expression shifts a little, something sad edging in there, but she only nods and leans in to bump her nose against his. "Well. He's no dummy either, Ays, so it's smart of you to listen to him and Leova. They're experienced riders and Ays does know a thing or two about the criminal element." She takes a breath, lets it out slowly and nods. "There's three more trains expected in. Last word, one was over near Pars on the road there, the other two were coming down from the north but I don't have their latest status and position yet. I'll let you know as soon as either a sweeprider or a firelizard comes in with that." The chuckle brings a smile to K'del's face, though it doesn't linger: he's watching for her reaction to A'son, waiting for it, his hand lifting to cradle her head as she bumps her nose against him like so. "Right," he agrees. "Course. /He/ was Tiriana's idea, but still. Know what I'm good at, what I'm not. Not really devious enough for all of this. So." Chewing lightly at his lip, he nods, slowly, for her information. "Thanks, Millie. That'll be useful. Looks like tomorrow'll be busy, sorting all of this out. Whilst looking like I'm busy with the Crom idea, too; that's our decoy." "Well good, good that she thought of him and was all right with bringing him in," Milani says sincerely. "And ... it'll give him something ... productive to do. He was complaining about being bored without Thread the other day and feeling purposeless. Something else to maybe look into with some of the older riders," she says slowly and shifts her fingers from his hair to his cheek. If there's any other reaction about A'son she's doing a remarkable job of either ignoring it or hiding it. "I'll help out in whatever way I can, Kas," she promises then lifts her brows a little. "The farming thing?" K'del's agreement, by way of a slow nod, is not exactly insincere, just, perhaps, uncertain. "Right. Right, right. Another thing to think about." He makes it sound like he's being drowned alive by concerns, though at least it stops him from eyeing her so warily, like mere mention of A'son is going to cause a problem. Breathing out, low and hard, he nods: "Know you will. Appreciate it. Mm, right. The farming thing. It's true: /do/ need to get that bedded down, one way or another. But. Tithes are more important." He traces circles down exposed skin, then leans in to plant a light kiss on her lips. "Maybe something to delegate to an older rider with ideas?" Milani suggests gently, legs winding around the Weyrleader's waist all the more. "And you know ... you make it sound so dirty, the Crom thing," she teases him a little, though she's returning that kiss in the next breath, drawing him closer. "One thing before another, yeah, or delegate so you can get more than one thing taken care of at once," she murmurs against his mouth, then makes a small sound and tilts her head to invite kisses elsewhere. K'del draws in a breath, getting slightly distracted by those legs, but manages to say in a more or less even tone, "Good idea. Older rider. Right." Except for how stagnated his words are, of course. "Dirty? Dirty, you say? What could possibly be /dirty/ about bedding something down?" he wants to know, all innocence except for the way his fingers traipse, not to mention his lips, seeking hers again even without answering her last, then traipsing downwards, because invitations like that really can't be ignored. "Not sure I want to think of Lord Crom in anything like this, for example..." Milani laughs at the teasing in that supposed innocence and shifts her spine so that her front moves in very attractive ways. "Mmm. Somehow, I don't think he'd wear it all that well," the headwoman answers with a broad wink then lifts her hands back up to his face, draws him down for more of a toe-curling kiss. "No more talk for a bit?" K'del, teasing? Not anymore. Not with the way Milani is moving right about now; that pretty much takes most of his attention, aside from the little kisses he's been leaving, at least until she draws him back up, and he returns /that/ kiss with enthusiasm. "No more talk," he agrees, all smiles. "/Especially/ if that talk involves Lord Crom. His legs really having nothing on yours. Not to mention--" Well. That didn't need to be finished: kisses. Those work better. No more talk. But laughter is okay apparently as Milani slides her hands up inside K'del's shirt to make short work of at least that much separating skin and skin. That deeper kiss is followed up by playful little ones that seek out his ear, hands tracing the lines of his shoulders beneath his shirt. "And his have nothing on yours either, Weyrleader ... c'mon, show a girl a good time," she teases down near his earlobe right before she nibbles with her teeth to /really/ get things going. |
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