Logs:No Grabbing
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| RL Date: 5 May, 2013 |
| Who: Telavi, K'zin, Solith, Rasavyth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Telavi and K'zin go on a weyrling errand, but get sidetracked by personal agendas. |
| Where: Tunnel to the Tanner's Workroom, Craft Complex, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 5, Month 9, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: N'ky/Mentions, Alida/Mentions |
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| The thing about growing dragons is that well, they outgrow straps faster than toddlers. It means that there's plenty of leather getting passed around the barracks to lengthen and reinforce and make entirely new sets of straps as needed. It also means that occasionally a couple weyrlings are tasked with picking up a new batch of leather from the Weyr's tanners. Today, Telavi was chosen for that honor, and K'zin volunteered to go with her. Their dragons wait just outside the complex with some carrying satchels that can easily drape their necks to help tote the load. They've been in and back a handful of times with armfuls of leather, so by now the winding tunnel that leads back to the tanners' fragrant work space (the smell not permeating far through the rock, thankfully) is familiar to K'zin's feet. They made chit-chat as they crossed the bowl, nothing of any import, the change in the weather, the lecture that morning, the berries from breakfast. It was companionable, like the handful of times they mended straps together. The tunnel is wide enough for three to walk abreast but not much wider. Now there's silence that, too, is companionable, each rider's thoughts kept to themself as they focus on the task at hand. At this point, it's becoming repetitive so focus isn't needed so much. "You and Solith are looking good in the sky together." It's delivered casually, without much pressure for a response. Tela doesn't miss a step, but there's an elongation to her next stride that changes the regular rhythm as she tilts her head to look up at the other weyrling. "Really." It's bemused more than anything, no 'What continent do you live on?' that actually makes it into words, though when she looks down, it's to clasp her hands about opposite wrists and stretch them. "Yeah, I guess you must be sorting out what you should do with her and are doing it?" K'zin's brown gaze slides to the green weyrling, practically quoting her words from the bathes, now sevendays ago. Perhaps she thinks he didn't quite catch that, but the truth is obvious: it wasn't lost on him. "I was-- I--" He struggles a little to find the right words, his pace slowing, now no longer focused strictly on the chore. "It was hard for me with Rasavyth. Did you know?" It's not like they told many people, but certainly at the beginning K'zin seemed perplexed as to why all the other dragons were so normal and his was so... weird. To Solith, Rasavyth's mind has been weaving shimmery clouds in varying subtle shapes, using a reflection of Solith's breezes to buffet them about in a little re-enactment of the play from not so many days ago, in an attempt to entertain the green. But the performance draws to a close, ending as all things must. His tenor comes as a soft whisper of cool wind, « How are you, Solith? You spoke to me once of being concerned that you did not feel close to your rider. » So maybe she didn't say it quite like that, but the bronze is reasonably sure he has the superior memory of the pair, so it might be safe enough. « Have you been getting to know her? Do you feel close to her? » Her eyes narrow upon her wrists, and she finds herself outpacing him for a moment before she realizes and yet another while she's deciding, and then a third before Tela finally turns back to look at K'zin yet again. Whether she had noticed the other pair at the time or not, now she offers, "It seemed like most people were having it harder than we were." It's quiet, for all that her voice carries an inward, ironic edge. No doubt Solith has appreciated the clouds, and even more so the effort, from where she's currently curled up with the tip of her tail over her nose. She doesn't have to look in order to see, doesn't have to move her neck with its unaccustomed panniers. « Did I? » It's a drifting thought, not so much an avoiding one, or at least it's not avoiding Rasavyth. A little while later, « We are what we are, I suppose. We have flown and flown, and today we will fly more, and I like that. When you fly with him, do you know what everything means? » If his rider were to scratch the left side of his nose, would that mean to turn left? Or what if he were to lean that way? Or move his knee? They're ghostly sensations, not even images, touch and move and shift. (To Rasavyth from Solith) K'zin's gesture is placating, hands coming up to show surrender before a conflict starts. "Yeah, I probably was. I was getting these headaches that only got better when I was doing something exciting, like breaking rules or with extra drinks. I think it's because I was fighting accepting Rasasvyth." He looks vulnerable, really. "I just-- If you don't want to talk about it, we don't have to. I was just trying to tell you, because I didn't then," in the bathes, "-that I didn't know what to do with Ras for a long time. And it was hard getting to where we are now." That said, he stops hesitating and start to walk again, intending to move past her toward their eventual destination. "Is it just me or does this tunnel seem to get longer every time we walk it?" This is said with an obvious and slightly forced lightness, trying to move on from what was an apparently unwelcomed pry into her relationship with her dragon. To Solith, Rasavyth's attention appears to be absolute, lavishing the green with the warmth of inner sunlight now that his clouds have dissipated. « Flying is good. » A shared moment of an overwhelming joy that he experiences when flying with K'zin touches the green briefly. « I know what most things mean most of the time. But not everything is possible to understand. » There are great mysteries in life to be sure. It's not that he's arrogant about his intelligence, it's not bragging here, it's simple statement of fact. He is who he is, too. « When I fly with K'zin, we feel as one. Do you ask because you do or you don't when you are flying with your Telavi? » That show of surrender turns Tela's expression towards something less readable, but possibly for the better, given that bit of a smile that the lift of his hands near-literally lifts her mouth towards. That fades, but because she's focusing. She doesn't ask if it's also hard for him to talk about it. Perhaps she doesn't have to, or daren't. Nor does she reach out to stop him, not even with a quip about the tunnel, though it does get a distracted nod. Instead, carefully, "I don't get headaches. I never... well, once in a great while. And then I can't think." Can he normalize that? Yes, but where is the shimmer? He can feel that warmth relax her as though it were sunshine itself, the sort of thing she can soak in, and did when the sun was higher. It was... wasn't that long ago. Was it? Days ago? But that joy, that's enough to focus Solith even as her rider focuses, for a moment even more wholly open and wondering. « I am learning her, » she says at last, for that possibility of understanding. It may take a long time. It may take whatever degree of forever they have. « Not one, Rasavyth, no. We... talk? » It isn't exactly, always, in words. (To Rasavyth from Solith) If a single person can make a thing seem true of all, K'zin doesn't make the attempt. What he does do, however, is relate: "Yeah. Some of them were like that. Some were only a little annoying, but it was all the time. I'd wake up in pain, go to sleep in pain. It-- wasn't good." He stops again, this time just a pace ahead of her. He stays facing the workshop, not looking at her, though the profile of his face can easily be seen from where she stands, and it's full of the effort it takes him to talk about this. His hand squeeze into fists and then release, then back into fists, giving purpose to the panicky energy that edges his expression. Will she think him strange? Weak? "I wanted to prove I could handle it on my own. To prove that-- well, I thought that if I couldn't, it meant that I wasn't really ever supposed to be a dragonrider, and Ras had just made a mistake choosing me." His lips press together before saying, "I was fighting our-- bond? I guess that's what you'd call it. Because-- he's-- really strong. And I wasn't sure I wanted the same things or wanted to be together in the way he wanted us to be. And N'ky and Alida kept telling me I wasn't the same person since I Impressed, but like, in a different way than everyone else. So I was-- worried-" Worried sounds a lot like scared. "-that he was changing me and everyone would hate me. So. I fought him." He sneaks a peek towards Tela, and the look would be best described as ashamed. "It's not like that anymore. Now we're a team." The last erases the look of shame to cautiously hopeful. There's the shimmer! It's almost always there, this time more subtly than most. But if it makes her more comfortable with his mimicry, he ramps of their presence; ooze trickles across green leafs like iridescent morning dew rolling to the ground. « Learning is good. » Rasavyth's purr is approving and encouraging. He's not speaking down to her though, just expressing admiration for what progress she is making. « Talking is good, too. Do you want to be one with her? » (To Solith from Rasavyth) The reply she gives him is a vision of fire, rippling as water does but burning, brilliant, without fuel but for the very air it breathes. Living flame, ever-changing while always itself, herself, at the heart of things: transparent and opaque and casting shadows by her very nature. She might reflect, in his iridescence, copper and crimson, gold and truest blue, no mere metal but thinned and purified to something intangibly strong and fine and transformative. Solith may be biased, but she'd not wish it any other way. (To Rasavyth from Solith) "It doesn't seem as it would be, no." Telavi's voice is quiet, more so he knows she's heard, that he's being heard, than anything else she might contribute. There's no one there to reveal her expression, no dragon, no glance. She listens. She doesn't interrupt, not even a listening noise, though after some time she crosses the step between them. And by the time he's looking at her, she's thoughtful, and in the next moment when she notices him looking at her, she nods. He's being seen, too. "And here you are," Tela says, finally. "The two of you." Does she yearn, too, to know Solith in that way? "I'm glad for you. It's funny," and here she gives K'zin the reflection of a smile, just a little tremulous, "I think it would have been easier for me, if she were... like that. Strong. And I don't have anyone here to tell me that I'm different." No one to mind. The bulk of the story is out, so K'zin's shoulders ease a little bit and he manages a small laugh. "Maybe Rasavyth was meant to be yours and Solith mine. Or maybe our lifemates fit us in some ways that we have to discover in time. Things still aren't easy with him, in some ways. But they're getting easier." He lifts his shoulders and lets them fall, "Maybe it just takes time and patience. For both of us, and our lifemates." He reaches a hand up to run it through his hair. "If you ever-- want to talk about it, I'd like to listen. Kind of-- makes me feel a little less weird and awkward than usual to know I'm not the only one who's not really sure how to handle their lifemate. I wanted to tell you that in the bathes, but I wasn't sure how." To Solith, Rasavyth's response is a sensation of keen interest. The imagery he reflects of her known mind to this point falls by the wayside as she might feel his attention skittering across every detail of this new incarnation she shares with him. He takes it all in with curiosity, but without judgment. There's leather waiting to be fetched and yet here's Tela, smiling back. "That must have been," it, she almost gets to say, only then she's wincing, reaching up to brush a hand through her own hair only to, even now, only find that cap instead. That awful, getting in the way cap. Apparently I can't joke about it," she says ruefully. "Right now, anyway." At least she can give in to amusement in other ways, though, the silent lip-pursed ptui for patience that leads into a nod that starts out hesitant but grows more certain halfway through. "I think," she begins, but K'zin's still talking, to the point that color rises in her cheeks for more than what would have been her interruption. Tela finds herself half-turning to look back the way they'd come, only then her eyes slide back towards him. "I... yes." There's a slight crook to her mouth by now, something like a smile. "I can't imagine why, can you?" Solith's abruptly uncertain about that skittering across, but it's just a reflection, surely? It couldn't hurt anything. He wouldn't hurt anything. She holds still for the moment, skittish as when she was fitted for her first set of straps, letting him explore this much even if the image has frozen. It's not the same. But... it's close. (To Rasavyth from Solith) Not even a whole breath after the uncertainty has begun, does Rasavyth change his touch, the skittering becomes lighter. Clearly, his keen interest remains, but he has no desire to make Solith feel uncomfortable. If anything, the opposite is true. He'd like her to feel very comfortable with him, indeed! Almost as though is mind were a home-away-from-home. « My apologies, Solith. I did not mean to unnerve you. » Genuine regret weaves through his words. « It's just that I find you so utterly fascinating, I sometimes forget some dragons do not enjoy being known so openly. » It's sweet. Believable. And yet, there is that niggling something that just seems off about the bronze; but then, that's always there, so it's not like it's anything particular to this contact. It is what it is and he is either unaware of it or unable to change it. It's the fact that his touch is oozy with charm. And ooze always has that edge of unpleasantness because it's ooze. (To Solith from Rasavyth) "In time, maybe. I couldn't for a long time." K'zin's words are serious, gentle. He listens to the rest of what she says, but with a schooled expression, pretends not to hear. If he listens to her teasing, he might lose his nerve. The set of his shoulders becomes confident (perhaps false, but fake it 'til you make it), and his expressing turns to a schooled seriousness, the kind that might be real or might be the prelude to a joke. "Fact of the matter is, in the end, I'm glad I'm with Rasavyth. Because..." He reaches out for Telavi's hand, facing her fully now, and taking a step toward her. The edges of his lips curl into a small smile that is flirtatious. Who knew he had that in him? He doesn't continue his words, for he's waiting a beat to see if she's comfortable with him taking her hand. There's obviously more to the move he's thinking to make, but not too much too fast. It's that change in demeanor that alerts Tela, that crook of her not-smile turning into more of a quirk of a near-smile as she looks up at K'zin. For once she doesn't speak, rather returning his grasp if just a shade more loosely. Her brows have tilted in anticipation, too, one higher than the other: well? Not that she speaks, not to ask him to complete his sentence nor anything else. Just now, she needs to see what he'll do with it. Does she? And is she more careful with her rider? For after that extended moment, Solith gathers even that imaged flame to her and, in a gust of wind, it's vanished. « I am not sure about enjoy, so much, » she's not exactly quick to let him know. Something else he does need to understand, however, « I would not show just anyone, and she is not for sharing. » If Rasavyth in all his ooziness can infer that that's information that most won't possess, information quite possibly to be hoarded until use... well, Solith's still transparent as anything. And it's not as though it's impossible to guess. (To Rasavyth from Solith) Brown eyes would probably give her some idea of what's coming as they flick to gauge the distance between the woman and the wall. K'zin uses a light pressure on her hand, and the same on the other that he finds with his other hand to direct, as one would direct a dance partner with the lean of his body to move backwards. If she doesn't take the hint, his body will soon enough transfer the message as it eventually would anyway in completing his movement. For an inexperienced teen, the move is surprisingly graceful and swift. It must owe to his prowess on the dance floor. Except, on the dance floor, typically one doesn't press this close, and not with this purpose. He leans his weight against her, just enough to create a line of contact from knee to chest, and so she can feel the strength of those tensed muscles as he makes his move. His head tilts, going in to nip gently, playfully at her bare neck, pressing a kiss thereafter and letting his warm breath fall on the bit of moisture left behind, suddenly making it cool. He stays there for a moment. There's more to his move, because, of course, he hasn't finished is sentence yet, but the next part is bolder, so he waits briefly to give her a chance to push him away or otherwise reject his forward advance. To Solith, Rasavyth's mindtouch softens with his appreciation for her trust in him. « You know you are always free to share with me whatever you wish. I will always listen. » As has been his habit from day one in the barracks: need an ear? He's always ready to listen and be sweetly supportive and understanding. « And if you do not wish to share, of course, you do not have to. » He says it, though there is a sensation that accompanies it that suggests it shouldn't need to be said. The idea that he would pry information from a dragon unwilling to part with it is preposterous. Wheel and deal for it, certainly, but he's never been menacing or unduly persuasive. He'll press a little when he wants to know about something, but never overwhelming pressure. It would be too easy, and certainly too forgiving, for Tela to just melt and give in. So she doesn't. And yet she does move with him, after that first quick-drawn surprise when he presses into her: it's just that K'zin has to do that, there needs to be that pressure, he has to mean it. A moment's backward step isn't to get away, it would turn into a scramble or a strike or worse if she were doing that, it's just for balance with the wall not far behind. And when he teases her neck? It teases a low laughing sound with the turn of her head, something pleased that he can feel along with the instinctive curl of her fingers within his own. She could ask what's gotten into him. She doesn't. It's just a moment, after all. « Yes. » Yes, Rasavyth. It's simple, brief, genuine. Solith knows. (To Rasavyth from Solith) He means it. Is he apprehensive that there will be rejection? Of course, but he does not let it overwhelm him. Perhaps there is assistance at keeping his nerves in check. There's the briefest squeeze as his hands slip out of hers, distracting the sensation of emptiness in her fingers with another, longer kiss to her neck, teeth tentatively nibbling. Here, his inexperience does betray him. It's not awful, but it's unskilled, untaught. He's guessing at what must feel nice. Hopefully, Telavi doesn't think about K'zin practicing on his arm and burst into laughter, for the next bit is the brave part, and she wouldn't want to miss it. His hands go first to her hips. "Because," His baritone has an edge of huskiness to it in his whisper, lips barely an inch from her neck. He changes the tilt of his head so that he's whispering beside her ear, but not into it, thankfully, "If you had Impressed Rasavyth..." His hands slide gingerly up her sides as he speaks, "You wouldn't have these," And on these, his hands slip between his chest and hers, to wrap gently, but firmly about the most visible feature that makes her ineligible for a bronze lifemate. Here's where he runs into a problem, because from here, he's not sure where to go, so he simply gives a gentle squeeze. The squeeze seems to be a sign that this is the end of what he'd planned, and the pressure of his body against hers begins to lessen as though he makes to step back. To Solith, Rasavyth's touch accepts the simple response, and settles into a companionable silence, though he maintains the gentle link with hers. Through the link he'll offer a view of his ooze, no longer reflecting the nature-aspects of her mind, but just the shimmering ooze that seems to be making itself into simple and complex webs. Occasionally the thread of ooze will shimmer in a way that gives her a glimpse of what the pattern's all about, usually things like drills, strategy, dragonchess, but occasionally about things more sensitive: K'zin, the golds, the Weyrleaders, the Wingleaders, and so on. It's only vague vestiges of thoughts, nothing solid that could be put into words. If only she could! As it is, as long as there isn't spit running down Telavi's neck, they're good for now. Indeed, Tela seems to appreciate that added kiss's distraction, inexpert or not, if the way she keeps turning her head to try and nip at his ear is any indication. Now that her hands are so sadly freed, she can console herself with stealing one into K'zin's hair, can play with sliding her fingers through it while he begins to speak... only to pause when he reaches have, as though intuiting what's coming, and swiftly slip down to intercept that would-be wrap before it ever gets to a squeeze. Tela is smiling, she can't help it. But even so, it's just as well that K'zin can't really see her initial expression as she seeks to shift his hand beneath hers, with hers: yes, he can press in, not too tight, he can likely even feel her enjoyment... but then, as she seeks to catch his gaze with hers, it's time to slide slowly back down to her hip and enjoy the change in curves along the way. And up again, perhaps, if he's not already daunted. Which is to say: no grabbing! It's an intriguing view, though she doesn't pry, more than content to trace the webs and witness the shimmers wherever they happen to lead. She's in no hurry. And perhaps she senses that, if she were to grab at those images, they might disappear altogether. (To Rasavyth from Solith) Alright, alright, no grabbing. Is there a touch of disappointment and confusion in his face for the interception and the change of pace, surely, but it doesn't stop him from speaking the rest of his words, and one of the lovely things about beginners is that they're wonderfully malleable when they're not over-thinking things. Right now, K'zin is not. His hands go willingly where they are guided, and his expression shows delight and intrigue as she moves her hands along with him. His brown eyes flicker back up to her face and hold there, a small smile on his lips. He leans a little toward her, there is enough indication that she might guess, he'd like to kiss her. Just how attentive is K'zin, does he notice how Tela relaxes a touch with her next soft, silent exhalation? He gets increasing freedom in his exploring of her as he accedes, though she's never quite just along for the ride, glad to signal prolonging here or more pressure, more friction there, and at least once he surprises a caught breath out of her. If there gets to be mischief in her eyes... well, as he leans in, her head tilts downward, as though shy. It's not impossible it could be a rejection if it weren't for how she's also leaning up to meet him, raised slightly on her toes. That, and for how she goes and speaks for the first time in quite some time, "Are you going to kiss me?" Actual words. Teasing words, matched to the intimate and equally teasing tone of her voice that likes to play with emphases. It may not be all she might have liked to have said, but still it could be dangerous; they don't have the best track record with speech. "I was thinking about it," there's a sort of rumble to the start of his words, almost as if his lips were poised to "mm" in pleasure before finding the "I." K'zin's smile widens just a little as tease slips into his tone as well, "But I'm remembering your fondness for skipping the conventional steps..." Fingers of his right hand brush gently across her abdomen, flirting dangerously with the line of her trousers, though one look at his innocent eyes will tell her plainly she has no worry of him making the advance - he doesn't really know how. "Or was that just that once?" He leans closer as he says this, bringing his face tantalizingly close for the spoken of kiss that does not yet come, and perhaps never will. What does it take to really advance? It's Tela's turn to laugh at his sally, and in other circumstances that lost breath might be deliberate, a way to make it even easier for K'zin to siip his hand beneath the sturdy fabric and down along bare skin. But as it is, it's quite simply enjoyment. "No, no," she says. "You've convinced me." She can kiss him now that he's so near, little kisses that would wander up his jawline if not intercepted. "I think all we should do is hold hands, for the next couple of turns or so. Can't you tell?" The man's head turns and lifts slightly to give her a better angle for those trailing kisses, his body leaning into hers in a way that leaves her in no doubt of his enjoyment of all of this. "Turns?" K'zin's brows quirk and his tone is so believably surprised that she might fear he takes her at his words, but his next playful words should quickly alleviate that fear, "I think I can convince you otherwise." A little amused smile preludes the kiss he then claims from her lips. It's not a little light kiss as she had bestowed upon him. It is one more appropriate to the hungry heat this pressed-against-the-tunnel wall scenario is creating for them. He mightn't linger the way he does lips moving against hers and tongue flicking to beg entry (can he finally get his first kiss with tongue?!), except in their back and forthings of the tunnel, they encountered no one, everyone's hard at work minding their own business, or in this case, their crafts. The webs continue to busily weave themselves, though it's idle as though these patterns were simply following some unseen blueprint effortlessly as they make themselves. Quietly, comes a question to the green, tenor curious. « Are you a dragon who enjoys the touch of another dragon? » Some seem to care for it, others not so much. Once in a rare while, Rasavyth can be seen to indulge in dragon-to-dragon touching, either by sitting close to another or by downright snuggling up with them. The inquiry doesn't indicate if he is interested in such right now, but for him (though he doesn't share it to her), the actions of his rider make him curious to know about the green's disposition. (To Solith from Rasavyth) Hm? He's distracting for all his quietness, not that Solith peels the majority of her attention from all those patterns, those patterns that are just another part of him. Can't he tell? « Sometimes. » She doesn't think much on it. She's tumbled and battled with even the larger, heavier-winged sort when smaller, has curled up with them too to snooze, sometimes with the older green who's supposed to be the mentor and often just on her own. Almost never is she isolated, however, for even then others are near. Isath and Olveraeth's shadows, not in them but near them, are favorite places to be. But then, reflection plus connections resemble memory and, « You don't, do you. Not often. » She might not even know she'd noticed. No doubt she trusts Rasavyth to correct her if she's wrong... at least, if he wants her to know. (To Rasavyth from Solith) And that display flattens their hands between them as it flattens Telavi against the wall, has Tela suddenly tightening her free hand in the folds of K'zin's shirt with something gratifying like a gasp... if possibly because, as a seamstress, wrinkles are very bad indeed. "Can you." And that's lilting, something closer to a dare. She'd been hunting for some comeuppance, hadn't she? At some point? It might come back to her later, along with why the very well-remembered reason not to kiss him that way should matter. Perhaps the latter still has something to do with why she doesn't immediately let him in, perhaps it's because she as ever likes to take the teasing route, but at first she's just smiling quite against his lips. He'll chap hers, if he keeps that up. She waits. And then she opens to him, just a little, responding with little darting licks of her own like she'd make her way into his mouth that way. She's not talking. Perhaps their luck will hold a few minutes more. SCORE!! It's a good thing new first experiences are way too distractingly good to interrupt with victory dances, or K'zin might just be doing one now. A breath rushes out of him, more felt in his chest and gently on the skin of her face, even for just the teasing movements of her tongue. Did she just take his breath away? Why, yes. Yes, she did. Of course, those teasing little licks and that little bit he's allowed to explore, a touch clumsily into her mouth, only leave him wanting more. He's, by nature, not a messy kisser, so that's something to be grateful for as it limits just how fervid his attempts to coax her into a more passionate kiss become. One hand begins to slide up, uuup, uuup her side, objective obvious. « Not often. » Rasavyth confirms in a quiet purr. The webs weave on, uninterrupted by his shift in topic, although at the edges of some, now the patterns start to become leaves and sunlight as he interacts more directly with the green's mind. « I do sometimes enjoy it. » His body shifts, moving from crouch to side-sprawl. The sunshine (some of the last for a while, to be sure, with autumn advancing on them) glitters on his burnt cinnabar hide. The move might suggest an invitation, but there's no mental echo to confirm it. (To Solith from Rasavyth) And that's not even scoring. That smile of Tela's widens at that whoosh of K'zin's reaction, and slowly, ever so slowly she 'lets herself' be persuaded to continue to investigate, to be investigated. There's no added tension when he explores further, more like a welcoming shift, enough that she can free her other hand to cup his head as though that could possibly guide him nearer. Also, playing with his hair, that's just fun. Still... eventually there's a regretful rise and fall of a sigh, something that would have been even more scenic if her neckline weren't quite so high. "Pretty soon they'll send out a search party," she murmurs somewhere between the kisses. "We should get going." Her eyes are mostly lidded, though at the shift, she does glance over. She doesn't take advantage of such an opening, no, though those eyes of hers are the brighter green for it. « Every once in awhile. Every... » Telavi might says, 'century,' but Solith completes it with, « seven of sevendays. » (To Rasavyth from Solith) Damn. Just short of the full on grab he's been trying for since moment one of this whole up-against-the-tunnel-wall business began. There've been glancing touches, sure, under her careful guidance, but she puts an end to the kiss just before his hand that was inching up her side made it to its final destination. And now? Now it just doesn't feel natural, what with her making such a good point. He makes a little noise that's clearly a little frustration, but with a little exhale, he nods. "You're right, obviously." As if there were any doubt. "I--'m gonna need a minute." He steps away from her. He casts his eyes to the cavern ceiling and mumbles under his breath, "Uncles in the bathes. Weird toes. Waxy cheese." It must be a list of things that turn him off. To Solith, Rasavyth's mind is amused. « Perhaps every six of sevendays. But close enough. » If it was an invitation, he doesn't press the point, he simply enjoys the sun. As does she, even as humor turns the movement of her air zephyr-light. Sun. (To Rasavyth from Solith) If grabbing is his game, Telavi's so not his girl, not even for a caverns run-in like this. She can't seem to resist tousling his hair just as he steps back, though, and while he's trying to calm down, 'helps.' "Only a minute?" There are roses in her cheeks, and evidently part of the fun is keeping an a lingering eye on K'zin's 'progress,' sinking more comfortably back against the wall with her arms crossed behind her head like a pillow. It arches her back nicely, too. "Mmm, tasty melty gooey non-waxy cheese, I do like to nibble you so. Sandwiched between thin-sliced toasted bread, with some herbs, some... have you ever tried cheddar with sliced redfruit, K'zin? It's amazing. I'd love some right now." Grabbing, caressing, any kind of full-on-boob-action would sit just fine with K'zin, but to an inexperienced hand, grabbing seems the most obvious option. Maybe he doesn't even know what other options are! Then his minute of peace is interrupted. He's not good to go. In fact, he's having trouble. Somehow, though the words are mundane, she's making them sound so, so ... extraordinary. "Telaaaa." He finally interrupts on an exhale. "That's not helping." "It's not?" Only thing is, Tela sounds quite nearly as pleased as though K'zin had just served her that sandwich on a plate, right there and then. She does think to check first, to try and see just how exasperated he really is. If it's really a problem, that's one thing... but if it's not, "I'm so sorry. Well, maybe not. But," there's that smile. "How may I help?" "Well, there's a few options that aren't timed well for here and now," K'zin responds, with humor, though there is some genuine frustration there. He bears her teasing well, but there's some anxiety for her choice of when and where. Then again, he got himself into this. Even if he only expected to linger against her for a moment not the several they ended up taking. "But given where we are and what we're meant to be doing, maybe make a face I couldn't possibly be attracted to or just let me do my thing?" He's eighteen. He's had turns, now, of practice trying to rid himself of unwanted problems of this sort. There are? inquire her artistically widened eyes, but since K'zin's gone so far as to put all that in words, Tela accedes. Partially. "I think the first one would set an awful precedent," she opines, and look, something about her extra classes really did sink in! "So I'll just have to lean here and be good. I won't say a thing, I'll just," but then her dimples show, and rather than complete the sentence, she makes a show of covering her eyes. "Right. A precedent." He might bring up that night in the bathes and what kind of precedent she was setting then, but something (or someone) tells him that bringing up that fiasco wouldn't do him any favors. The covering of her eyes seems to help and K'zin's starts running down a new list. "Sleet, crying babies, stuffed animals, babydolls." If, this time, he gets through that and the many more that get mumbled unintelligibly, then he'll be ready to move along in another few minutes, though it's harder now that she's interrupted once, since part of him anticipates an interruption from her again. Fiasco, debacle, might that list be able to go on nearly as long as K'zin's more presently useful one? There won't be any interruptions from Telavi, not unless he looks over at just the right time to catch her peeking, or on the off chance of his never getting around to letting her know when it's all taken care of. No, 'Are you there yet?' Just, when they have finally collected the remaining hides and are progressing through the passage in the other direction... "I liked how you said my name that way, you know." She has a slow smile for him, too, and then she keeps walking, no need to say anything more. He does eventually cue her that he's ready to move on, but instead of using his words, a light touch of K'zin's hand to her elbow will let her pull hands away from her eyes to reveal his smiling face. Then they are, indeed, about their way. He can't help but grin a little when she speaks, a blush touching his cheeks, "Well, maybe after we get our weyrs, we can visit each other and you can figure out some other ways to make me say your name like that." His grin to her is once more impish. Well, maybe one word. And that word, elaborated only by the added warmth to Tela's smile, "Maybe." It's confirmation, and until then, there's plenty of work to be done. |
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Alida (Alida (talk)) left a comment on Sun, 05 May 2013 21:45:19 GMT.
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Ahh, young lust. ;)
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