Logs:Three Months
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| RL Date: 3 October, 2014 |
| Who: Tayte, Z'riah |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Tayte has a secret. Wait for the punch line. |
| Where: Bathing Pools, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 23, Month 12, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: H'vier/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Sexual themes, nudity. Back-dated. |
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| Bathing Pools, High Reaches Weyr Omnipresent clouds of steam slink across the tops of three naturally warm pools, set into the floor of this kidney-shaped cavern. Near the entrance the ceiling is high and polished, gleaming with little mineral specks as it sweeps downward into increasingly ragged, uneven steps. The foremost of the pools is squared off with wide steps leading down into the water and has faucets for bringing in cooler water from a rain-catching cistern. Primarily used for laundry, there's an almost constant film of suds along its surface until the circulating current clears it at the end of the day. Four sinks line the nearest wall and various tubs stored beneath allow for the washing of delicates. Laundry bags can be dropped off in the bins near the door and clean, folded laundry is stacked in rows of tall cubbies for easy pickup. The bend in the cavern leads to a rougher-hewn part of the chamber where the two circular bathing pools welcome those in need of a wash. Towels and washcloths are kept in neat stacks on shelves along the wall, along with sacks of sweetsand and a few bars of precious soap. Stone benches provide a place for sitting to remove shoes and clothing, while a row of gleaming brass hooks stand above, ready to hold clothes and robes.
This isn't exactly the ideal time to meet people, but it's doubtful that Z'riah uses the baths to pick up unsuspecting victims. The fact that there's a pretty blonde woman already present is a pleasant happenstance as the greenrider pads his quiet way through the cavern. He leaves his clothes on a bench then slides into the water nearby. "Well, well. I thought I might be in trouble, coming here so late. Now I know I am." Tayte is... well, frankly, used to lines like that. Only, it's not H'vier's familiar deep voice saying the line, and the slight accent is unfamiliar. She opens one eye, but the wrong one, the one that isn't on the side where Z'riah entered the pool, so she opens the other, and tilts her head to look at him. "Is there a book somewhere of really terrible pick-up lines that is required reading before you men are allowed to graduate from Harper lessons and into the illusion of adulthood?" The tone has a bit of an annoyed edge to it. Bad H'vier! Ruining poor Tayte for cheesy pick-up lines forever! "Oh, it wasn't that bad," Z'riah counters with an easy grin, face wearing some serious stubble but nothing that could be considered a beard. "I could do a lot worse, trust me." Then, after a moment or two of thought, "But I think I have seen a book for that somewhere. Didn't read it." Perhaps he should have? "Maybe you could give me some advice, though. So I don't embarrass myself next time." "It was pretty bad," Tayte disagrees with a roll of her eyes. Apparently H'vier hasn't ruined her for flirtation; besides, every woman who's quite pregnant really needs to feel attractive, even if it's only by accident. "Maybe start with 'hello.' That's the one that works most often at Snowasis, believe it or not. Not that the cheesy ones don't do it for some." Just not her, anymore, apparently. "I think I can manage that. Hello, then." He's still grinning, possibly because or her rolling eyes. "I'm Z'riah. Always feels like that should go with 'hello'. My name. Am I supposed to say my name when I say hello? Or should I wait until you actually want my name?" That makes Tayte laugh. It's a short thing, but bright enough, even if it sounds a little like something that has to shake off the cobwebs. The smile she wears seems to sort of surprise her, and she takes another look at Z'riah with a more bemused glance. "Never hurts to leave them wanting more. If they ask," they, the other girls he'll be wanting to use this on, "then you've a shot. If they don't within a reasonable amount of time, and they're not giving you any other positive signs-- you know, like dragging you off to the nearest dark corner," a dimple peeks, "then you oughtn't waste your time." She doesn't, notably, offer her name. Z'riah looks at her like he's totally digging the way she thinks. Dragging him off into a dark corner? Yes, please! "That your usual MO?" It's slightly hopeful. "I like it, either way. Haven't really encountered that level of... forwardness, for the most part." Which is obviously a shame. The greenrider considers her for a few moments, then, "Are you leaving me wanting more now on purpose?" "I don't have a usual MO. Been out of the game a while." Tayte answers breezily, shifting just a touch lower in the water and reaching to tuck a strand of damp hair behind her ear. "But I'll keep it in mind that that's how you like it, if I ever decide to take you up on your offer." The one he hasn't formally made. "Don't you like wanting more? Fun of the chase and all that?" The fact that he hasn't formally made any offers doesn't keep him from accepting what she says without question or argument. Z'riah will just go along with whatever comes out of her mouth right now, probably. That's what you do with naked girls. Even if you can't really see them from the boobs down. "You know, I don't tend to think past now all that much. But I guess I can see the appeal. I like a bit of teasing as much as the next guy." "Mm," Tayte considers with continued amusement probably stemming more from the secret the water keeps for her. "Well, maybe, Z'riah, you need to start thinking a little longer term." She lifts her hands and spreads them as though to smooth the water out in front of her, "You see, I'm going to need an unbelievably good lay in about three months. I'm entertaining options, but from the sounds of things, you don't have the perseverance." She makes it sound such a shame. Three months? Z'riah can't entirely hide the blip in his expression where he's very surprised by the length of time that is. But it's schooled into something more appropriate after a moment. "About three months is really specific. What's the occasion?" It can't just be her expected courting period. "I have plenty of perseverance," he adds. It's a matter of pride. Not that it means he actually has plenty of it. "The end of celibacy," Tayte answers coolly without answering at all. She smiles at him, and it's curled in a way that qualifies as mischievous. It looks good on her. "But do you have three months worth? Or are you the sort of suitor that will simply vanish and try your luck in three month's time?" "What is it with this place and celibacy?" It's rhetorical. Mostly. Z'riah sinks down a little further into the water so he can lean his head back against the edge of the pool in an effort to try comprehending the foreign phenomenon. It's almost hesitantly that he says, "I could do it. I'm not sure I'd want to. Seems like a long time even for someone as hot as you. How much of a chance to I have if I just come back in three months?" Apparently he's just accepted the fact that there are three months of celibacy for a good reason that he doesn't need to know right now. "If this place has a celibacy thing, I certainly haven't noticed," Tayte snorts, surely thinking of a rider not currently present in the baths (which is a really good thing for Z'riah's health, it must be said). The blonde shrugs her shoulders, letting it pull the rest of her skin just that much more out of the water, though still not revealing beyond a tease. "Depends on how hard up I am for options, I suppose." But then, as he's noted, she's hot. So maybe there'd be enough competition to make it problematic. "You realize," she clarifies, "I'm not asking you to be celibate. Just not to disappear. Perhaps even to only appear discreetly." For his health. As a typical, red-blooded male, Z'riah's gaze shifts unconsciously toward the slight tease of skin, enjoying the view but disappointed that there's not more, before rising to her face again. "You could always try all your options. Maybe even a couple at a time." His gaze goes a little distant, probably thinking about exactly that for a few moments. At least he's not the possessive sort? Then he's clearing his throat and refocusing to add, "Discreetly? What does a woman like you need to be discreet about?" "Been there, done that, got the baby." Tayte answers with amusement, shifting in the water again, though this time no more skin is revealed. "I imagine I could be convinced, for a really good lay. Though threesomes can be distracting." She gives a fluttery sigh. "I have this ex. It's better for everyone if the absolutely mind-blowing sex I have in three months is not advertised. Unless you don't like your teeth much." She smirks a little. But just a little. "I'm not worried about some bitchy ex," says Z'riah like any man that has no idea what he might possibly be getting himself into. But a man like him? He kind of looks like the sort that enjoys taunting bitchy exes. And so far he's lived to tell about it. With all of his teeth! All of the teeth visible when he smiles, anyway. "And I'm a great lay." Of course he'd say that. Tayte sucks in breath like she just witnessed something painful, "Never tell a woman how good you are in bed," points lost! "It only makes them inclined to think you're awful, even if you're not." She's looking at him now though, in a way that suggests she might be sizing up just how awful he might be. "If it's any consolation, I've been on the dick-end of enough guys who've claimed the same and never stacked up." Z'riah totally feels her pain there and he's not afraid to admit it. "I wouldn't say so if I didn't have some proof." Probably. That makes Tayte laugh, so maybe he's won back the points he lost. She watches him, silently. The conversation might now be over, or perhaps just stalled. At length, she asks, "You're not going to ask my name?" "Will you tell me what it is if I do?" Z'riah has to wonder out loud. Maybe he's okay not knowing what her name is. "You'll never know until you ask," Tayte quips back, smiling. "How else would you propose to find me again in three months if you don't know my name? 'Leggy, attractive blonde' fits enough faces in this place." Pretty people, the curse of High Reaches Weyr (and Pern at large, really). "I thought I wasn't supposed to disappear for three months and just come find you again when your sex sabbatical is over," the greenrider points out. Z'riah will ask, though, because he wants to know, "What is your name, oh mysterious one?" "You're not, but you're also not going to have any better luck asking that question about me tomorrow than you are three months from now." Tayte responds, her manner coolly amused. She measures the man in her gaze a long few moments, then she gives it, "Tayte." Z'riah seems a little dubious about that claim but, all the same, he repeats her name. "Tayte." It's a smooth, deep sound. Perhaps a little more heated than a man who has been more or less rejected should be managing. "Yes, Tayte. Right away, Tayte," he experiments with as though she's given him some sort of orders before deciding, "I like it." There's another peal of light laughter from the blonde. "I wonder if you would respond so willingly." In bed, she must mean. "Maybe we'll find out. But for now, I'm turning quite wrinkled before my time," and so she rises, a small, smirking smile on her lips for the Big Reveal. Breasts first and then a swell that outdoes even those. To that Z'riah gives no answer, only a grin that suggests he very much likes the idea of her having the opportunity to find out. His grin fades into wide-eyed surprise, though, as Tayte rises out of the water. He barely even glances at her breasts, which are no doubt quite spectacular right now, and instead can't keep himself from staring at her very obvious belly. "Shit," is also something he can't stop himself from saying before it's out of his mouth. But for all his surprise, that's all it is. There doesn't seem to be any hint of annoyance or revulsion. She doesn't laugh. She manages not to, at least not out loud. It's there in Tayte's eyes though. She was playing the long con to get to this moment. Wordlessly, she moves through the water to the stairs, carefully gripping the rail as she gets out. Z'riah is given further opportunity to gawk as she moves to crouch and collect her tote. "See you around, Z'riah," she directs to the rider, her tone holding a smug sort of tease before she's making her way to the cubbies to dry off and dress for the evening chill. And gawk is exactly what Z'riah does, brows furrowed slightly like this whole thing is difficult for him to comprehend. "Yeah," is all he manages in response to her farewell. He'll stop staring at her eventually, of course. But maybe only when she's out of view. |
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