Logs:K Is For Kidnapping
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| RL Date: 18 May, 2013 |
| Who: Jo, Telavi, Tacuseth, Solith |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Telavi comes by looking for an odd favor. The two touch on limits and the art of seduction. |
| Where: Jo's weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 21, Month 10, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Mave/Mentions, Z'ian/Mentions, K'zin/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Back-dated. And, it's Jo. |
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| It's a late afternoon, going well into the early evening. With the sun setting, the ex-con blue pair is in since Tacuseth can be seen watching the skies on his warm ledge. The curtain to the inner weyr is drawn back, suggesting that he's certainly not alone up here, and further in would reveal Jo at the wall containing a large map of the Reachian area along with smaller, drawn maps of areas within that must be of interest to Jo. It's one of those few times to catch Jo without her black leathers on - they're seen hanging up nearby on the wall - and she dons one of her gray tank tops and dull green cargo pants as she busies herself with pinning up yet another small sketch of landscape to the map wall. Afternoon drills are going better for Solith and Telavi these days, but late afternoon means that by the time Solith's winging her way towards Tacuseth's ledge, the green's sparkling clean and her rider is too. « Hello! » she greets, and if Telavi's been planning to visit, planning and putting off and putting off, Solith's happy to see the scarred-up blue as though it were for the very first time today. « Is it a good view? What are you seeing? » She wants to see, that's evident, and circling over right now. The way Tacuseth keeps constant watch from his ledge, he spots a circling Solith easily enough. « It is good, » he sends for a greeting, its custom-made way reminiscent of his rider. « I watch the skies. I watch for any that come. » He seems to fancy himself being a guard, though by the warm breeze and lack of shadows touching Solith's mind, it's clear that the blue does not see the green weyrling pair as a threat. That and besides, once Solith lands, she'll see that there's really not much to see but skies, the faintness of the bowl below and the opposite side of the Weyr. « Finished yer duties? » He even moves aside, giving enough room and space for a green to land on is ledge while his Jo is still out of sight - but it's likely by now that she's been informed that Telavi is near, and, coming. Well, if he's going to be a guard... Solith's going to make her mouth open up really big so all her teeth show, like he's a wherry that she'd swallow whole, and flap-flap-flap really hard with her forepaws out and her talons hooking out and yes, that is a growl. Not that all that flapping will get her there any faster, because what fun would that be? Today, Tela doesn't appear to have issues with Solith's hijinks, and even goes so far as to laugh and put her arms up and out like she'd claw-claw-claw too. She grins at Tacuseth, too, before clipping out and sliding down, but after that walks carefully across the expanse of ledge with more seriousness. Solith answers, « Yes! » and then provides admiringly, though she must have seen the space before, « It's so big. » His ledge. Still! Tacuseth watches Solith intently as she opens her mouth wide, and he'll even snake his wedge-shaped head close to her as if to do something like sniff her or anything like that - but he's trying to nip the side of her tough neck. The wind touches shimmer now, noting his amusement along with the spike of some gladiatorial crowd in her mind that could be taken for laughter. « I like the space, » he does admit on his ledge. « It warms up nice when the sun comes. I can sleep out here all day. » If only he had the time. No one really sees Tacuseth and Jo during the day unless something's up. By the time Telavi makes her own entrance, though, Jo's away from the expansive map wall and is leaning up against her table, waiting with her bare and scarred up arms propped against her. "I see it didn' take ya long to find my weyr, now that ya got yer own," she seems to tease, though it's a gentle one since she's busier reading Telavi's expression. At least with her rider dismounted, Solith's freer to playfully hiss when the other dragon surprises her, even if it's so soprano it's close to a squeak as she darts her head back. Or maybe, more to the point, Solith would do it anyway but this way it's easier on Tela. « Why don't you? » Sleep here, all day, because it seems she's noticed either his habits or the implication. « I would, » except she woudn't, because that would require too much holding still, but in between all the running around, yes. She settles in, happy to overlap his tail with hers if he doesn't seem to mind, because she can help watch, too. Just look at those big eyes! Tela's are not so big, greener than blue today with the help of the bright blouse she has beneath her worn-open flight jacket, and sadly lacking in the multiple-lids department. "Only sevendays. Do you ever slip in here when it's wet?" she asks. "The floor's so smooth." She glances one way towards the wall of crates, the other way towards the bed though it's the painting that she pauses on, and then she's smiling back at Jo as she approaches her. Never mind the slight tension in what's otherwise an easy stride. With Solith hissing, Tacuseth's playful hiss is much deeper minus the sinister as he lifts his wings a bit. Showing his teeth in imitation to what Solith did before, « Outside calls, » is his simple answer as to why he can't lull about on his own ledge. « We're not here often. » And of course, his tail is content to be laid with hers, settling down with his wings and returning to watching the coming sunset. With Jo remaining at the table, "Never," she answers immediately on whether she slips. "I'm as sure-footed as a guard in boots, darlin'. My place don' look so entertainin' like maybe some others," she notes in light humor, "but that's only 'cause we keep busy. Ya like it?" Of course, she's watching Telavi closely as she approaches, lips curving more the closer she gets, even though the bluerider is savvy enough to detect that slight tension enough to ask, "Yer alright?" Solith may be easily impressed at times, but she's also quite impressed today with Tacuseth, and gives him back a sense of wind-through-teeth. She keeps peeking at him every now and again, too, even while they're engaged in the so very important job of watching. « Does Outside have good sun, too? I wish you would stay longer, here, » said wistfully but hardly unhappily because sun, and they're here now. "What about when you're out of boots?" Tela teases, hands going to her hips as she tips her head back, surveying the map beyond the woman. She knows so much more of what she's looking at, now, so very much more than when they had first met. "I do." Of course she does, or of course she looks like she does. "And I... well, I'd like your advice if you'll give it, Jo." She glances at the bluerider, glances back. "But it's funny, you know, one of the other girls has paintings because she wants it to seem warm, all black sand beachy, and here you've got winter." Tacuseth is basking in the love, and the attention. He's a dragon's dragon, after all, and a pretty green willing to tangle tails with him gets a gold star in his book! « Outside gets good, » he agrees easily, « but I don' often get to enjoy it. Not on rock. We keep away, » used to, that's being implied, « until Tsanth's. » So Tacuseth seems indeed, wanting to oblige Solith. There's now, for sure, the blue not in his usual vigilant mood. "Well, the floor's good for when ya wanna do a particularly tricky position with someone," Jo remarks on the floor and boots, the corner of her mouth lifting at her subtle crassness. She's watching Telavi, while Telavi's looking around her weyr. A brow lifts when advice is mentioned, but the last gets answered first as she glances towards the painting in question. "I like the cold, the winter," she soberly admits, regarding the weyrling once more with her piercing gaze. "It's what I'm used to. Must be the Keogh girl in me, still. Things were never bright or summery in Keogh." More like, cold and drab and dead. "So what's up?" she now asks on the advice. « Do you nap with Tsanth, then? » Solith is curious enough to ask, and knowledgeable enough to imagine a fleeting wisp of darkened sandy-bronze with that lovely wiry tail of Tacuseth's. If Tacuseth insists, or so she lets it be known, they could even invite him... but really, she's happy just the way she is. "Mm. I could see that, although it would rather ruin the routine if someone had to have the healers called on them, after." Telavi might as well be talking of dancing as much as working out, or other things. She walks closer to Jo, and then past, closer to the map, fingertips drifting slowly near as though asking permission to touch. She looks at the different inks used, how they might have changed over time. "Some people escape from, others escape to, I guess. And... it's mostly a matter of self-protection." She turns her head to look at Jo, at the valleys and mountains of the other woman's weathered face. "I understand if it counts as a favor." Amused now, « Mine spends time with his, » Tacuseth answers the first simply enough. « Tsanth is good company. » The blue doesn't insist, of course - why share a green when the green's on his ledge? « Who is yer good company? » he asks now in his winds of curiosity. Snorting as she idly draws a finger across her own bottom lip, "There's yet to be an accident," Jo counters, brows lifting and falling quickly. Dark eyes trailing Telavi as she makes it to the map wall - the largest map skillfully drawn with color, showing the levels of the land and peppers with small attachments of landscape sketches. It's detailed and overflowing enough to suggest it's been like that for turns - drawn over, re-sketched, additions added. Hitching up a shoulder, "Escape from," she echoes that one as if it pertains to her, "but it wasn' because of the weather." When their gazes then meet, that last gets open bemusement from her as she echoes, "Self-protection. Favor. Ya want a favor from me." Not a question. She searches Telavi's gaze for a moment longer in the silence before she slightly inclines her head and states, "Ask it." Solith couldn't be other than utterly sincere, all big blue-whirling eyes that have lifted even their innermost lids in the sunset light. « You are, of course! » She's not coquettish, it's just true. And just so Tacuseth knows, « I do not stay on just anyone's ledge when we visit. » She butts his scarred shoulder with her muzzle, too, so he'll be sure to remember. Inside, Tela might like to look at that map again, the map that had caught her attention very much as a certain bluerider had, not so very long ago. That detail. The time it must have taken. The changes. But she doesn't look away from Jo. "If you're able," she says simply, as though she's not convinced it's possible, or else that Jo may not be the woman who can teach her. She's gone quite still. "I need to know how to stop a man, without hurting him." With Solith laying on the sweet charm, Tacuseth can only do what any ichor-blooded male dragon would do - bask in it all. « Yes, of course, » he agrees wholeheartedly - who better than he? « Ya can come by and sit on my ledge anytime. Plenty of room for ya. Jo won' mind. » Jo totally wouldn't mind random dragons squatting on her ledge. Right. He whuffles at the bump and returns in kind. Jo, for her part, is slightly frowning now at the request being asked of her. "In what way?" she questions, looking for details. "Like, just wanna knock a man out or somethin'?" But that would hurt them, Jo. "Not hurt'em, ya said? But ya wanna stop him? From doin' what? What happened?" Because, that kind of request seems to suggest something to the bluerider. « I will, then. » Solith has decided! She bumps his shoulder again, for good measure, and starts to melt against Tacuseth and the nice warm stone. Except... then, she glances back along the line of her wing, weyr-ward, and though she lowers her head to her paws, every now and again her faceted eyes' whirl focuses there instead. Inside, the younger woman shakes her head for that first suggestion. "Not hurt him," she agrees. She moves, but it's to lean against the desk near Jo, her back to the map. Her eyes have lowered. "I want to be able to get away, if someone's pinned me... if I want to." Her gaze lifts to Jo's again, so very green still. It's settled! Tacuseth sends that he's pleased, content with Solith up against him as he continues his watch of the sky. « Good. Ya come by and see the sky change colors when I'm here, » he promises. It remains to be seen if either of them will even remember it. He's also watching the movement of her head, too, though he doesn't seem to be particularly interested in what's going on within the inner portion of the weyr. With Telavi near her against the desk, "Yer expectin' someone to be....pinnin' ya against yer will?" Jo's still bemused, watching her intently. "He's gonna force himself on ya or somethin'? Sounds pretty shady, Tela." Especially since she's seeing this in a dangerous sense. Whatever sense Tela is seeing this in, she's reserved. Even Solith's eased up that little bit she hadn't, those sky-colors changing and changing so slowly across the green of her hide, catching at the gilt highlights, deepening the bluer undertones. "It's not like that," Tela says finally. "I mean, yes, a little." Her smile quirks up for the first time, but then it's lost, if less from distress and more from more immediate discomfort. "I'm pretty sure, no, pretty positive he'd stop," those last words said more quickly because Jo is looking at her like that, and she'd said shady, "but I don't want to have to ask. You know?" Jo's just staring at Telavi now. If it's not 'shady', then.... A small smirk steals over the frown now as she asks, "This some sort of kinky sex thing?" She has to ask. "Like a rolepayin' sort of thing? He the kidnapper, you the damsel that ends up fallin' for his rough charms?" The tension leaves her wiry frame the more of the story she spins, which could draw a blush out of most a weyrling by now. "Cuz I mean, yeah, there's ways. Little tactics a little lady like ya can pull on him." She looks pointedly at her now, waiting to hear more. It didn't take anywhere near that long for Tela to start blushing. That smirk stealing into existence, that was enough right there. "No," she says firmly. "That would be less... no," and the girl's looking back over her other shoulder at the map, not at Jo anymore at all. "Good." Surely that should count as 'more.' "Ya look more innocent when ya blush," Jo observes, perhaps having seen Telavi blush before. Perhaps somewhere back in the history they share together. But anyways, "Nothin' wrong with kinky. So it's not a shady thing," she summarizes, "and, it's not a kinky thing. It's a sparrin' thing, then?" Cuz, the convict rider was running out of options now. "Ya mentioned self-defense classes before, or was that dancin' lessons? Yer gonna have me guess until I'm the same color as my shirt, aren'cha?" Brow lifts right at the weyrling as she glances sidelong at her. That doesn't help that blush recede. Tela crosses her arms. "That's not kinky, that's just playing," she says mutinously, the more so for it not being the first time lately for that particular mood. She turns the rest of the way around, then, leaning on the desk but facing the opposite way from Jo, towards the map she's not looking at now. "And it was... sort of playing? Maybe a little bit sparring." She peeks at the bluerider, doesn't say more for a moment or ten, then makes herself. "It's just, we did get some self-defense? But that's more how to disable and not... It would hurt, if I did it right, if he didn't block. I just want... wiggle room?" The way she's looking at Jo now, it's as though the other woman has all the answers in the world. "What's not kinky? The sparrin'? Cuz I agree wholeheartedly," Jo notes, now as confused as before. Poor Jo. With Telavi turning around and not looking at her, she lapses now into a heavy silence with furrowed brows and just listens. She doesn't interrupt or speak again until the end when Telavi looks her way, lips brief twisting before she says with a slight and uncertain shrug, "Maybe push at him? Not hard, just...with yer hands or with yer chest, even." She's still looking a bit lost, but this part, at least, seems like something she can answer. "Deflect his arms with yers, even. Won' hurt him, as long as ya don' add too much pressure. Ya know?" "No, no, the," is Jo just trying to make her say it? Repeat it? Whatever Telavi sees in the bluerider's expression, it leaves her with a very prim, "Kidnapping." It's so prim, she could practically be a harper teaching little ones: 'K is for Kidnapping.' "Pushing... unless I'm understanding you wrong, that kind of pushing sounds like asking, not telling... without making it happen myself. Does that even make sense?" Tell her it makes sense. Now Jo's crossing her arms and is just looking at the weyrling. Then, "Sooo...ya wanna tell him no, but ya mean 'yes'." It's a question, really, but it's somewhat missing that slight lift that questions usually have. "He's gonna kidnap ya, and..." No, wait. Lifting a hand to stall either herself or the other, "Okay," she says, though it's hard to tell if she's getting what Telavi's saying in particular. "What's yer endgame with this? What's his? I'm assumin' this is someone ya know. Someone ya trust? Is the point ya wanna make to him involve bein' caught, or is it about control?" Hers or his, but she's not specifying at the moment. Funny how that lifted hand stops Tela's would-be answer, answers, dead in her tracks. Her attention's fully on Jo as she speaks, her hands flat on the desk now, and she's leaning on them. "I'm... Jo, all those questions." She shakes her head, hair pinned so tightly that it doesn't, can't move, before lowering it. Even not looking at Jo, she's still paying attention. "I don't know about endgame. That's too far ahead. I don't know if I want to make a point at all. I just want to be able to get out if I feel like I need to... without its being up to anyone else but me." She licks her lips uncomfortably, a quick dry flick. "I don't know what that says. To you." "I'm not exactly sure what it is ya might want to get out of," Jo counters, smiling a bit when Telavi answers that way first on her asking all those questions. "If it's pleasure or purely self-defense, or somethin' else. Telavi." Since she's not looking at her. "If ya wanna get out of whatever it is, say it. If he refuses, kick'em." It's simple, cut and dry to Jo. "I ain' much a subtle girl with subtle moves, darlin'," she actually admits, "so, maybe I ain' the one to go to with this. I want someone to back off, I say it. If they don' get it, then I get physical. I don' like seemin' to say or do somethin', cuz that just leaves a shitload of assumptions and miscommunication from the other person. Get me?" Jo's certainly a tease, but she's also about the 'what you see is what you get' philosophy. It's on the heels of that first sentence that Telavi abruptly turns away, her laugh short and hard. She's released one hand, uses it now to press against her forehead. When she finally replies, her back still to the other woman, "Well, yes. Yes, that, if it came to that. Not that I could have, that time, but I know what you mean, I've done that and I'll do it again. And I don't mean to say or do what's not so, Jo, I don't," those near-endless games aside. She reaches for, tries for, another tack. "When you spar with people, you pull your punches, don't you? When you're teaching?" Jo has to straighten up now off the table when Telavi turns away, looking to the map that it faces as she responds with, "Subtly," she touches the word, cracking her shoulders. "Ya wanna do it subtly with moves that won' hurt him." Okay, she gets that. Facing her, "Beats the fuck outta me," she actually admits now, one corner of her mouth tugging to the side. "Pain sorta goes hand-in-hand with me. I dunno know how to be gentle like that. How not to hurt someone. Just not me. Pull my punches?" She pauses on that one, the new tack. "I punch. For the most part, I don' hold back. I pull back just a bit for Mave, but, that's because I've taught those her age before. But I'm not gentle even then. I have to constantly be careful I don' knock the girl out by mistake. She's the only one I train right now." "I don't know about subtly." That might come out a little arch, maybe even sly, but when Telavi turns slowly back towards Jo, the long way, towards the room first, it's more like shy. She listens, without even her veil of hair to hide behind. Her eyes aren't so much wide as intent, drinking in Jo's words all the way to the dregs. "It's hard to be always that careful, isn't it." There's quiet certainty there. Familiarity. That Jo can admit as much as she does, perhaps there's some level of trust that goes with that history she has with Telavi. It's obviously not something she can tell just anyone. That last, it has her gaze, her consideration in silence. She doesn't answer that right away, but when she does, "I try...with someone," she admits there's someone with a slight lift of her chin. "And he understands. Doesn' judge. Really doesn' judge me in how fucked up I am. For him, I try." She turns then, running a hand through her loose hair as she returns to the table and the topic at hand. "Yeah, it's hard bein' that careful. If ya trust them, and they ain' gonna roll on ya, then the struggle's worth it, I think. Guess ya'd get that. Bein' how ya fell in step with Kait and me." There's a slight fond grin for that, the memories before. Then, letting that fade, "I know ya asked for moves and shit, and, I don' I got any," she states now soberly. A silent apology, if there is one. "I'm glad he doesn't." Judge. "I'm glad it is." Worth it. Tela watches Jo, the bluerider's hand moving through her own hair. "I'm not sure how falling in step with you two matches," and that touches on playful for the first time in some time, if still not wholly so. "It's okay. You don't have to have moves." Her smile is faint, but there. "You don't even have to have recommendations." While Telavi talks, Jo approaches. She wasn't that far from her, so it was some steps to reach the end of the table where Telavi is, but they weren't hasty ones. By the time there's that faint smile, that last statement, the bluerider's facing her. In front of her. She's said nothing to refute or to agree until now, now that she's putting herself in the green weyrling's personal space. A hand falling on the hard surface on the left, her gaze steady with just that touch of a brow arching, "Then what is it ya want from me, Telavi?" she asks now, simply. If not recommendations or moves, but the question's also pretty loaded to mean more. They're nearly of a height, the two women, if not of the weight of living. Telavi might be bantam in those terms, Jo able to take on the big boys and win, for all that otherwise they could share the same closet if they were ever of a mind. "You have such good questions, Jo," Tela murmurs now. "You're putting things back to... normal, aren't you." She's riding instinct as she steps closer too, not yet near a blush. It's her outside foot, just outside of Jo's. "I think that's what you want of me. But right now I... just want to feel you understand." Feel her: she reaches for the bluerider's hip, her right hip, through those bulky cargo pants to put pressure in that one place. "Let me." Jo can get away, any time she likes, easy as breathing. Normal? "Is it ever normal between us?" Jo counters that archly, though she permits herself a little smile - all the while not taking her eyes off of the weyrling. "What I want of ya? I'm not sure what I want of ya. Ya asked for a favor," she hasn't forgotten, of course, as Telavi steps to her, "and it's one that leaves me in circles. Is that yer aim, woman?" As always, she reverts back to teasing, even though her gaze is speculating. Suspicious, now, but not overtly so. To feel her understand, well, Jo doesn't move. She doesn't step from that touch to her hip, not when open curiosity keeps her in place. Then to the last, it's not a straightaway answer, but when it comes, "Alright," she drawls out, head tilting as she lets her gaze briefly drop towards that hand on her hip. "Show me." "It's not an insult, darlin'." Telavi's voice is breathy, not without mischief. "Normal for us, then." She waits. And then with assent she circles some more, not far, just what it takes to move Jo back into that desk of hers. Her hand slides free, both of them on the desk's edge on either side of the bluerider, leaning in but not, not touching any longer. She waits. And she's smiling. "Who's this he ya been talkin' about, anyway?" Jo now asks abruptly, seeming to confirm that, yes, they were not normal - especially their dynamic. "Do I know him? If he one of yer clutchmates lookin' to pat ya down?" It sounds innocent, anyway. Then Telavi moves, and while the bluerider is deft at detecting any sudden moves, she seems to shut her radar down and end up with her ass hitting the edge of the desk. Telavi's there in her personal space now, smiling for her maneuver and it has her chuckling quietly. "Smooth," she seems to grade the move now, shifting weight to one foot. "So long as ya catch'em off-guard." She wasn't, but that knowing look lets her think what she wants. "Better that you not know," Telavi says, her voice correspondingly darker for the added brightness to her eyes. "What you don't know can't be licked out of you, after all." If she had a mustache, she'd twirl it, and in fact she lifts a hand to her upper lip in pretense of doing just that. "So glad you approve, Jo. You have no idea how much better it makes me feel." But then she's laughing, softly, still leaning in, still not touching. There's a fine dark cord about her neck, any pendant disappeared within the neckline of her blouse. "You see? If I'd slammed you up," tried, says the humorous note in her voice, "you'd about have to fight free, wouldn't you? But you let yourself give in, and isn't that because it's me, because you can get past any time you like? Even now." Feel free. To do, or disagree. "Are ya sayin' that someone would lick the information out of me of this mystery man's name?" Jo is deadpan, but falling back on teasing nonetheless. To those responses there's an arrogant snort before deliberating dropping her gaze - which ends up tracing where that pendant goes. "I can get past anytime I like," she agrees on that, not negating it. Even now, in which the convict rider very intently closes the gap between them as she adds, "But I don' have to fight ya to get past, do I?" she murmurs, her tone taking on a sudden sensuous tint. "Nah, not you," and unless Telavi stops her, both her hands find purchase on her hips, her touch not gentle - just, firm. She tugs Telavi firm against her body as she levels back with a roughened voice, "Ya forget I know ya," as she draws her lips close to Telavi's left ear. "And if ya know what's good, ya'd learn yer man in question." Or victim? Telavi has a liquid shrug for that: if Jo gets intercepted by a nefarious licker, she can't say Tela didn't warn her. The bluerider's agreement warms her smile, and her advance, well. "Not me," she agrees. That telltale blush rises all over again as though Jo had pressed it into her. She might melt, could melt, would like to, but instead she takes advantage of that tug to step inward as much as she's pulled, not hesitating to lean further yet: give her ear to Jo, when it means she can then turn her head, slide sharp white teeth against the bluerider's jaw? No sacrifice. Softly, "But I thought we'd agreed I didn't know what's good for me." Jo is wicked, and it's clear that she likes to be the one in control. The bare show of teeth in her smile, blowing into short bark of laughter at that sharp brush of teeth against her jaw, "Ya don'," she agrees on the last readily as she slides one hand from the waist to grip her ass in a way that it would encourage Telavi to hook one leg about her waist, giving up part of her balance to Jo. "I warned ya then and I thought ya got the message clear. Now here ya are, Impressed to a dragon and in my weyr. Tables turned and all." That last gets accompanied in quick action of her flipping them both around so that it's Telavi up against the desk now instead of her. She even tries to lift her up a bit so that she's almost sitting on the edge, and now it's Jo that has her hands bracing on either side of the weyrling with one of her over-confident smiles. With a single tsk, "Like I said," she states with a flash of teeth, briefly lifting a hand to caress the spot where Telavi's teeth hit the skin of her jaw, "learn a person, ya'll figure out what to do keep them in check." Teasing, playful. Teasing, playful, welcome. Tela can be so compliant when she wants to be, and yes, she'll give up that balance, yes, she'll more than willingly be flipped and perched and whatever other maneuver Jo's more than just got in mind. But, "Keeping in check? You're sure I'd want to do that? What if I 'learn' you, Jo?" It's that hand, Jo touching herself that way, that has Tela that much more pleased. "What I really should ask you is," and then she's leaning back to look down her body at the bluerider, her eyes heavy-lidded and her mouth not even kissed yet. "If you liked my drawing." With Telavi there, loosely trapped, "And what have ya learned of me, apart from today?" Jo is willing to play, both her thumbs lifting to touch her thighs. Then, now, "I should keep ya in check," she repeats in humor, "but that doesn' mean I'll be successful at it." But then, the drawing is brought up and there's a lift of being almost taken aback. "Ya spoke to K'zin," she states now, it being a slight inquiry. "I thought he was so worried that my discoverin' it would ruin his sex life with ya. Yes." It's not something she'll deny, answering it willingly as she keeps in her personal space. "And ya like that I liked it." She doesn't need to guess about that. There's a caught breath as Jo touches her that way, but Telavi refuses to give up more just yet, her smile slow and quite nearly inscrutable. Yes, she did. Yes, that's no secret at all. Just as slow, taking her time once she's taken that breath back again, "Who says it hasn't?" "It was burned," Jo notes on the sketch, fingers now being added to those thumbs. Pressing, touching. "I'm not the one to blame. It was drawn rather well, but, I think he was rather inspired that day he drew it." Lips quirk up at that as she flicks a glance over the woman before her. To that last, "It shouldn'," she counters easily. "It's a compliment, if anythin'. Ya left a lastin' impression. Is that why yer really here?" Back to their game, their teasing as it were. Leaning forward now to put her under pressure, the distance closing, "What ya learned. Why yer here. Why not answer?" she purrs those words, trying to entice her to give up the information. Was Tela surprised to hear that? It doesn't show, but could any woman be expected to hold to surprise when Jo is manipulating her that way? Her eyes close, momentarily but hard, and when they reopen she can't reply with quite the same enunciation, heavy on the vowels now. "You know I like to do that," she says. "It was a shame," she says, going back to her elbows as Jo presses her further, her back arched. Why won't she answer? "Question is," and Tela's voice can be as throaty as Jo's only Jo caused hers, "which did you like better... the picture or the dream." "Like to drive me crazy? Yeah, I know that," Jo quips, having to resort to using her feminine wiles. Well, some of them. She's there, between Telavi's legs now but giving her the space to get off the desk should she wish to. Hands draw up to those hips, seeking skin, and throaty voice with that question on serves to have her turn it back on her with, "That weyrlin' talks outta turn, doesn' he? No. I'll give ya a deal. A kiss or an answer," and there's that cocky smirk, as if she knows which one the weyrling will choose. "Ya can' have both, since yer so interested in what I like." There's another of Tela's slow smiles, this one just for the bluerider: good. Good, Jo knows that. Good, for what Jo's doing now. She's listening, hearing her out, after that first light shrug for talking out of turn. Maybe K'zin's already paid his price? But past that, now, she curls forward and Jo can feel her abdominals flex as she reaches for the bluerider's waistband, the better to find purchase there. "I'll tell you what," she counter-offers for Jo's ear alone, this time. "Both... and you can decide where you get that kiss." Now this was something different, and Jo can't deny that she's intrigued. And then, she's one of those that lives on the edge, and by her libido and it's not a secret to anyone that knows her and of her. She feels hands on her waistband and she meets that gaze with challenge and that added touch of danger for Telavi's daring to counteroffer. The fact that she doesn't answer right away means it's one she's considering - or at least, playing like she's considering it - and so, with a quiet huff of laughter not realized, "Ya study well, weyrlin'," she gives on the counter-offer, on learning about her. She inclines her head finally, willing to give in with a wry, "Deal, darlin'." Telavi doesn't push her, doesn't hurry a thing, though she's also rocking ever so slightly so Jo's own trousers can put on their own hint of pressure. Just a little, not too much, a wedgie completely not what the weyrling's looking for. "Thank you," comes when Jo finally agrees, accompanied by a glance through her lashes, "sir." This time, when Tela touches her tongue to her own lips, it's not dry like earlier, nor is it quite as brief, and this time it's also so Jo can see her do it. "It's your privilege," she says, "to decide which comes first. Though I have to say, your answer might prove inspiring." Or not. Eyes on that tongue, her own lips parting, "Sir's kinda hot," Jo notes on the title, letting Telavi rock her pants against her. Her hands now glide under that shirt, seeking the skin of her back as she laughs at the last. "I bet," she drops deadpan as she considers. "Hmmm, I must admit, both were....arousin'," she admits now, idly as she tosses her hair back. "I do remember thinkin' I needed to see for myself if he had drawn ya accurately," and now, her gaze flicks over the weyrling's clothes. "I can' deny myself the sweetness of the female form," she says then, meeting her heated gaze. "The sketch. The dream's a close second. More detail. Feelin' inspired?" She teases now with an arched brow. Tela has such long-lashed eyes when she breathes, "Good to know," minus the title. She gives Jo only enough distance to be able to watch the bluerider as she talks, as she tosses her hair back, as she looks at Tela herself. "More detail. You don't say," she murmurs. Just as languidly, "And I do feel a little inspired. I'd feel more, of course, if you told me what you liked about them... but in the meantime, I await your instructions." She smiles, angelic. "Sir." Not that either of them had specified when. "More," Jo repeats, laughing, "but, meantime..." Instructions, Telavi gets since the ex-con isn't subtle in telling (or rather showing) what she wants. She has no shame in that, after all. No more words from her - just action. |
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