Logs:The Clothes Maketh the Woman
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| RL Date: 9 August, 2015 |
| Who: Jo, R'hin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: It's Jo's Turnday, so of course it's celebrated in typical Jo-and-R'hin fashion. |
| Where: Homestead Built For Two Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 23, Month 6, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Taikrin/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: It's Jo and R'hin. Expect some NSFW nudity/language. Way backdated -- follows directly on from this. |
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The passageway leads between the two couches, the walls narrowing in until it's nothing but a corridor with darkness at the far end. A doorway leads off in each direction, the two rooms almost identical as far as size and shape are concerned: roughly oval, with aged tapestries covering raw stone almost the entire way around the room. They're easily large enough to house living quarters and bedroom each: to have both to one person would be pure luxury. Both rooms have doors with locks, as though occupants of this double weyr live together, but desire absolute privacy nonetheless. Leiventh's acknowledgement of Tacuseth's warning is immediate, the bronze settled on his usual place up on the rim of the bowl. And while the bronze is not given to passing on such warnings to his rider, either he -- unusually -- chooses to this time, or perhaps R'hin was expecting the company. There's a bottle of some dark, strong liquor on the table, and a couple of glasses -- already full. There's also a slight smell of something spicy in the air, and glows are half lit. R'hin himself is dressed casually enough, pants and loosely, half-buttoned shirt, no shoes, and still-damp hair, reclining easily on the couch. Having warned Leiventh indeed, Tacuseth is quick to land on the empty ledge and deposit his rider before leaping to settle on the rim with the old bronze. Jo doesn't linger on the vacated ledge too long. In turnday mode (which means she has been drinking already), the bluerider walks towards the table first - drinks - before catching that scent and turning towards R'hin with a pleased smile on her face. Taking a silent moment to drink him in before approaching, "Now ya know ya didn' have to go to any lengths for me tonight," she notes in her greeting, looking pleased that he has. She's contradictory. There's a welcoming, bassy rumble from Leiventh, more felt than heard, echoed by the handful of other dragons that occupy the rim. It's a pleasant view from up here; everything seems small, and the bronze -- normally taciturn -- radiates an ease of demeanor. In the weyr, R'hin's grinning, rising to his feet as Jo walks in, pale eyes taking her in from head to toe in a deliberate, languid manner. "Mmhmm, but," he holds up a finger as he walks towards her, leaning to press lips against hers, maybe tasting a bit of that liquor she's just consumed, "Don't be too hasty in saying it. I found this oil from a trader down south who swears it dramatically increases the pleasure of whoever has it rubbed into their skin. She didn't quite say it made my penis bigger, but it wasn't far off. I'm extremely curious to see whether it works on you," he says, with a knowing, teasing sort of smile. Tacuseth must feel welcome, for his dark shadows touch Leiventh's and other dragons' minds in greeting, the blue content to stay a silent sentinel like the rest of them. In the weyr, Jo lingers onto that kiss with a grin and lifts a playful brow his way at his suggestive offer. Dark eyes drop towards his groin area with open interest before she says, "Hmm. I think we should test this oil out. Give'em a decent review of it later. It's the least as could do." So generous. Hands come up to his shoulders, "If I had known, I would've dressed better'n these old leathers," she teases. "It's the leathers gettin' older. Not me." "The clothes don't really matter, since I'll be getting you out of them soon enough," comes R'hin's laughing, low-throated response. "And," with a cluck of his tongue, "Nothing wrong with worn leathers. They're more comfortable. More you." With his arm sliding around Jo's waist, he starts to walk backwards, seeking to draw her along with him, "Sit," he murmurs, "And tell me how you've spent your turnday. Boozing and whoring, I hope -- of which I'd love to hear about both in equal measures." "Ya speak with so much truth tonight," Jo is in bliss, and her answers may be falling into that category. "The leathers are me. I think all the blood spilt on them over the turns gives a sort of sheen to it." Letting R'hin lead her back towards the couch, there's low laughter before she sits, her arm briefly on the one around her waist while doing so. "Mmm, well," she breathes out on her turnday shenanigans. "I could give ya the ideal version or the real version. I'm promisin' ya that the ideal version is far more interestin'." Fingers find his half-buttoned shirt, fingering the collar as she settles her hip against his. Settling in comfortable, the Savannah Wingleader chuckles at the bluerider's words. "Mmm," R'hin murmurs, as his lips seek out the skin behind her ear. Not distracting at all, no! "Give me the Fantastical Story of Jo's Turnday. A story to write ballads about." Offering up that skin with a winsome smile, "At this rate, all of yer plans tonight will be all for naught when I throw ya down on the floor," Jo warns on those distractions, her gaze full of promise. "But I'll give ya the Fantastical Story. I woke up with two very nubile greenridin' ladies in my bed. I have no idea how they got there," she adds with a dramatic sigh. "I just couldn' let them leave me unsatisfied. The Weyr would suffer. Then my friends threw me a huge spread of food down south for a few hours'n I got to swim. Then back to the Reaches to find another pair of ladies in my weyr'n then my wing drank to my ever-improvin' health'n then here I am." It's pretty fantastical, but she looks pleased by the telling. "Uh-uh," R'hin warns, "You're not going to have your way with me until I get you all oiled up. Keep your hands to yourself, you vile temptress," he says, laughingly, drawing straight to watch her, although his hand stretches down to rest casually on her thigh, his thumb curving back and forward. "Two!" He whistles in suitable appreciation, nodding agreeably when she speaks of satisfying needs, "Of course. It's the only logical conclusion," with a wry, appreciative grin. He's nodding along, until, "Four? In one day? My, my. You realize I can't possibly feel anything but inadequate after four greenriders?" He's even putting on a frown of disappointment. Jo makes a show of lifting her hands in a 'hands off' gestures, her fingers wiggling. "Shouldn' it be what I want to do?" she teases on that end, looking R'hin up and down before touching his shirt again. But she's telling a story, now, and she's nodding at him when he reacts to her amazing day. "Two of them, all beggin' for my attention," and she looks exhausted for his sake. "Taikrin just had to understand that sweepridin' wasn' in the hides today for me." And as for four? "What I needed'n was missin' was a very capable bronzerider to save me from all of that debauchery," is her answer. "'N ya know yer not inadequate. Yer just jealous. Next time we can share the four," and her arms - despite promising R'hin that she would be 'hands off' - is sliding over his shoulders to around his neck as she shifts and almost ends up on his lap. "This time I can help with that inadequacy yer feelin' right now," she tempts. No shame in her tempting. "It should be," R'hin agrees, "But neither of us tend to play by the rules, so..." the bronzerider's grinning again, though he doesn't tell her off again when she resumes her touch. His low-throated laughter concedes her guess: "More than a little jealous, mmhmm," his thumb continues to trace a circle on her thigh, "But I'm glad to hear you had such a good day." Pale eyes glitter with amusement, his hands shifting to catch her hips and guide her onto his lap. "Jo, soother of bronzerider egos everywhere," but he's certainly not complaining, mind, his hands tracing up from her hip to her shoulders, seeking to slip off that leather jacket of hers. "Did you get everything you wanted today?" "Who needs rules, really?" Jo is quick to say, her shrug one of feigned innocence. That he's jealous draws that smile wider, and she allows him to reposition her on his lap as she readjusts her arms about him. "I had a good day," she agreeds in a more genuine manner, nodding. And then that jacket. When he moves to slip it from her shoulders, he'll find it much easier to do so with her working those shoulders this way and that. Then to his question, "It was a quiet day with no fanfare," she admits with a short chuckle. "Just a few drinks with a friend'n a gift left up in my weyr. The way I spend the majority of my days, havin' a quiet one ain' so bad. 'N I'm gettin' what I wanted now." Here with him, her pointed gaze implies as she releases him from her hold only long enough for that jacket to slip to the floor. Now that her jacket is off, R'hin's hands trail up her arms, then down her back, settling into the curve of her back. Something sober -- serious -- slips into his countenance now as she relates her real story. "If you could have anything -- other than finding Deetan -- what would you wish for?" he asks, pale gaze fixed on her, lips hooking into a brief, wry smile, "Excepting my body, of course -- since you're clearly going to get that." Jo seems to revel in his touch, her chin lifting with an almost regal arch to her back as her arms come back up about his neck. The slip to soberness is noticed and caught, his question - and the tease behind it - getting a snicker from her. "Anythin', huh?" she muses over this, seeming to buy time as she plays her long fingers into his hair. "That's a pretty tall order. Hard to choose just one. I have serious notions'n foolish 'girl' notions in my head. Shit I just can't let go of. If I must choose one tonight, I'd wish for my brothers. All of'em. They've been on my mind lately'n I guess I sorta miss their buttin' into my life. Givin' me good advice. Especially. Eran." Leaning forward, "I could ask ya the same question," she notes now with a look. "If ya can hand anythin'...other than the baddest straddlin' ya right now....what would'ja wish for?" "I'll entertain either just as easily," R'hin replies, with a laugh, "Though I must admit -- the notion of the foolish girl wishes is very intriguing," he says, with a teasing twitch of lips. As to her mention of her brothers, he nods, slowly, in understanding. "Them, but them, back then. I'd imagine they've changed as much as you have." The hands pressed into the small of her back tighten somewhat as she leans forward, the bronzerider lifting his head to not quite meet her lips, though he leans back once she asks her question. He doesn't answer immediately, but gives it a moment of careful thought, before he admits: "To make peace with my daughters. All the people I love in my life." It's a serious enough statement from the man, and he clearly seeks to gloss over it with a, "But I'm more than... satisfied... with what I've got right in front of me, I have to admit." Laughing, "They're utterly embarrassin'n would destroy my tough ass status," Jo admits wryly on foolish girl wishes. Then, less amusingly so, "Ya would think, after all the shit I've been through, I would be the first to give up on the sort of notions harpers sing about." She snorts on that before nodding on her brothers. "They have," she says evenly on them changing. "I have. Most of'em won' like what I've become. Who I've become. I wanna say that I wish I regret leavin' there, but," But. Her fingers resume their forage into his hair, watching him as he answers his side of the question. Her lips part slightly for his before he speaks, and she says, "Yer a man of many resources, R'hin. Ya'll make yer peace in time." She studies his face for a moment, her tone only turning light when she adds for his last, "Ya better be. They don' make'em like me anymore." Smirk grows before she tries to draw him into that kiss. "Then," R'hin confesses, with a smile, "I should make it my mission to find out at least one to hold over you." His primary weapon appears to be his hands, which wander now, pulling up the edge of her shirt and exploring the skin underneath. "My little temptress," he says, fondly, "The lady in the tower? Love's true kiss bringing you back from the brink of illness? The shining hero and the monster?" he lists off some harper tales with a low-throated chuckle. "You became who you were meant to be by leaving," the bronzerider states, unequivocally. "Hard to regret finding the true you, even if you might regret some of what you had to give up for it." For his part, he doesn't seem convinced by her reassurance of his wishes: "Time is the problem, temptress," he murmurs, ruefully, and then he's moving to meet her kiss with a heated passion. "Ha!" Jo exhales out on holding over one of those secrets of hers, sending R'hin a 'tsk' sound from the side of her mouth. As for his other teases - while he teases her, no less - "I am no damsel," she sounds proud in saying, dropping a kiss to the side of his mouth. "I'd be the shinin' hero. At least, that's how I think now." As in, not then. Another kiss goes to the other side of his mouth. "I gave up more than I thought I would," she quietly agrees, looking him in the face. And as for time? "We'll fuck time in the ass, darlin'," is her response to that, born of facing anything regardless before her lips tell him the rest with a tightening of her arms around him. There's no verbal answer other than his low-throated chuckle; R'hin's rather busy with his lips, after all. It doesn't take long for them to get to the discarding of clothes, an easy, familiar habit, one followed by a break in routine -- with the use of that oil providing a slickness and spicy scent to their bodies. Maybe there is something in the that trader's claims, or maybe it's the forced delay before their bodies finally meet that leads to a more intense than usual evening, ending in the messy, contented tangle of bodies and limbs on his bed. Jo's not about to waste talking when they could be doing something else, and so it doesn't take long for the rest of her clothes to go. She only pauses to try this spicy-scented oil, as eager as he is to try it out - which leads to one intense encounter later. With a damp sheen covering her body, Jo finds herself laying in a tangle against his shoulder, trying in vain to catch her breath. All she can manage at this point, if anything at all, is a breathless "Fuckin'..." R'hin manages even less; an agreeable noise in the back of his throat, the brief flip of his wrist used to push hair back off her forehead, but otherwise unable, or unwilling, to move from the pleasant tangle. Once his breathing settles down a bit, he murmurs, "You trying to kill me, temptress? Bet that's your secret Turnday wish." Equally draped and not moving anytime soon, "Ya got me," Jo answers breathlessly on R'hin finding her secret wish. She has just enough willpower left to turn and angle her head so that she could make out his face. She blows a strand from settling over her nose, "I dunno how ya manage to find things like that," she notes now, her breathing starting to settle. She tries to shake her head just a little against him. "I never know what to expect with ya." When she twists to catch sight of his expression, R'hin's looking relaxed, pale eyes fixed on her, a twitch of lips carrying amusement, "I always like to try new things. It keeps things interesting." He reaches, now, to tuck that strand of hair behind her ear. "But... some old things aren't too bad, either," he adds, with a low-throated chuckle. Pointing a tired finger at him, "You should've entered my life sooner," Jo tells him, grinning at his answer. "Imagine the damage we would've caused. Next time, I'll have to bring somethin' interestin'. Might end up bein' some old knife I pried outta a hole down in the mines, though. I'll figure it out. I don' mind old things, either." Fingers tracing up his arm now, "Thanks, darlin'," she says, all teasing aside as she barely nods to him. "For this. Ain' gonna forget it." R'hin makes another amused sound. "Pern could hardly cope with it, I'd imagine. Probably for the best." His hand trails down the length of her body, slowly, before he makes the smallest amount of movement necessary to pull the furs over them. "Don't thank me yet, temptress. The night's still young. Though I am going to need a bit of rest, first. You're exhausting, you know," he murmurs, amused. "Pern would've survived us, like we would," Jo seems to make sure she sounds wise as she says it. His touch draws her closer, and there's a sensuous, feline grace to way she shifts against him. There's a challenging snort for his last, the convict rider stating in return, "I exhaust him, he says. Just so ya know, yer goin' to Taikrin in the mornin'n tellin' her that I won' be able to make drills. She'll be a beast about it. That's the price yer payin', my friend." Despite that, she looks willing for that second round anyway. There's slight shifting from R'hin to accommodate their new positions under the furs, giving a semi-exaggerated sigh at her warning. "Mm. Well, lucky for you, it's a price I'm willing to pay. Taikrin's a kitten," he rather exaggerates, with a grin. "Maybe I can convince Riorde to distract her..." he's giving that some thought, falling to silence. Or maybe falling asleep, who knows. Sighing once the furs are over her cooling body, "I'd wanna be there for when ya call her that to her face," Jo says on Taikrin being a kitten. "Shit, ya might end up pissin' the both of them off'n then I'm gonna have to butt in, cause a scene...." Yeah. Right. As much as she blusters, the exhaustion must be real since her trailing off on threats pretty much ends right there. |
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