Logs:Unexpected Pleasures
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| RL Date: 10 July, 2014 |
| Who: Geviaur, Jadzia |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Gev and Jad get to know each other a little better. |
| Where: Candidate Barracks, HRW |
| When: Day 16, Month 3, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Evanthe/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Nudity and implied sexytimes. |
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| It is evening time and around the hour when much of the weyr is stampeding the living caverns for dinner, one of the busy times. Geviaur has chosen to bypass the crowd and the noise, and with his chores finished has retreated to this haven, as much as it can be called that. He's sprawled comfortably on his cot, long legs stretched out and a pillow folded up beneath his neck to prop up his head. On the bed beside him is a plate of food, either pinched from the kitchen when he finished his work or grabbed on the fly before heading back. It's still largely untouched though, delectable treats just waiting, as his attention is on a little project in his hands. Right now just a coil of wire, but with absent attention he's using small pliers to tweak it, carefully, into some different shape. The finer points of smithing. So, Jadzia is cool spending all day in the stables. But cleaning up after other people in the living caverns for most of the day? Kind of gross. Not that she needs much of an excuse to take a bath while most people are busy eating. But now she's making her way back into the barracks with nothing but a towel wrapped around herself, which means she definitely walked through the lower caverns like that, blonde hair loose and damp around her shoulders as she heads for her cot. Blue eyes scan the barracks out of habit and they catch on Geviaur's hands for several moments before moving on. Geviaur may be focused more or less on the project he's working on, and probably still more so on the meat-something he frees a hand to snag and pop in his mouth (wiping his fingers on his shirt after, like the classy guy he is) - but none of this means that he isn't /also/ paying attention to the room around him. Jadzia is noticeable, particularly in this state of dress, and as a sign of respect he lowers his hands just a touch so that he can watch her walk properly, a faint quirk of a smile at the corner of his mouth. "And to think," he comments, deep voice coming with humor in it as Jadzia passes in nearest proximity, close enough to hear. "I thought I wouldn't enjoy living with so many others in here." Things like that might bother other girls, maybe especially the other few holder girls that have made the barracks their home, but Jadzia glances at Geviaur with a smile that suggests she likes it. It's a compliment, after all, isn't it? "You could just go sit in the bathing cavern and watch everyone as they get in and out of the pools. No towels or anything in the way." She says it like she might move her towel out of the way, but she doesn't actually do that. Probably because she's pausing at the end of Geviaur's cot instead of continuing on to her own. "Strangely, they seem to frown on that." Geviaur isn't saying that he's actually set up a watchpost at the bathing caverns, but that smirk isn't entirely denying it either. However, he continues, "Besides, Istan," Because that nickname's going to stick. "It's the unexpected pleasure of it that I appreciate... so much." That grin broadens when she stops at his cot rather than continuing on, and with perfectly gentlemanly intention he shifts his legs over and pats his bed invitingly. "Hungry? Grabbed snacks to spare." "I can't imagine why," says Jadzia with a quirk of a smile of her own. "The unexpected pleasure. Like when you guys decide to walk around naked?" Really, how many times has that actually happened? "I might try that but I'm not sure you'd all be able to contain yourselves." It's baiting. Obviously so. But she shakes her head at the snacks even as she reaches to grab for something little while accepts the generous offering of cotspace. "I've eaten. I feel like that's all I've been doing all day, picking at the buffet." She'd best be careful now, lest she gives him ideas about randomly walking around in the buff. "Suppose it would only be fair," Geviaur muses, cheek dimpled as he looks up at her. His wire and pliers are abandoned for the moment, set aside on the bed, and he tucks his hands behind his head instead - just the picture of lounging relaxation as he looks up at her. "I'm pretty sure the whole point is /not/ containing yourself." This with a pointed glance towards the edge of her towel, a look which then drifts - full of appreciation, back up to her face. "Mm, kitchen duty. That's a plum assignment. I got stuck in the laundry half the day. My fingers got all pruny." Poor boy. Jadzia glances at the wire again but soon her gaze is settled on the lounging lump of muscles. She doesn't apologize for enjoying the view. "Is it?" The point. She glances down at her towel for a moment, opening it up enough for her to see inside, but not for him before she's closing it again and shrugging. "I'll have to keep that in mind. And I've had some luck trading laundry duty with stable duty. If you don't mind mucking, anyway. I'd rather smell like shit than get my hands all over other peoples' dirty clothes." She's classy like that. Geviaur's eyebrow arches as that towel is opened, even if it is only for a moment - he is an optimist, and only gives a smalls hurg as the woman's form is wrapped up again without him getting a glimpse. Can't blame a man for hoping. "Stable duty's all right. Suppose it's rough on the... /littler/ candidates." It may be that his eyes drift towards the next bed, coincidentally belonging to one tiny little Evanthe. "I like the animals, though. Spend a fair amount of time making shoes for the runners. Guess I'll give swapping a try next time - though the laundrywoman are /awfully/ sweet," he adds, sounding far too pleased with himself. Of course, they would be, to him. "So, you're a whore from Ista who likes the stables and walking around half-clad. It's quite a colorful picture you're presenting, blondie." There's a brief glance toward Evanthe's cot but Jadzia doesn't comment on her tininess. "I'm sure the laundrywomen would be very sad if you started hanging out with runners and herdbeasts over them." But, no, they don't much care where she spends her days laboring away at chores. "I don't like walking around half-clad. It's kind of a pain to hold the towel up. I suppose I could go get dressed. But then I'd be without your charming conversation." After a moment, she adds, "Is it really so colorful? I'm sure you're not just some innocent smith. Have you ever been with a whore?" It's actual curiosity. "Well, I wouldn't want you to miss me," Geviaur agrees with her sound logic - the towel is preferable, no matter how much of a nuisance it is. "Of course, if it's too much of a bother to hold it up..." Broad shoulders shrug, a benevolent gesture that he'll surely understand if she let it drop. Purely for her own convenience. An eyebrow arches at her last question, slow smile on his lips. "You could be my very first," he says, pressing a hand to his chest. He's the picture of virtue. /If/ you believe him. "Have /you/ ever been with some innocent smith? If not, I say you're missing out." Her own brow arches at the smith and Jadzia watches him for a few moments. Then she lets the towel go so it pools around her hips as she leans back against the hand she'd been using to hold it up. "Innocent? No. I don't know if I can say that I've ever been with an innocent man, smith or no. I'm not entirely sure those exist. Though I have met a rather nice smith sort. He drew a picture of me. Kind of like this, actually." Which is to say, lacking some clothes. What was that he said earlier about unexpected pleasures? Geviaur was definitely not expecting this one, for all his ribbing. She has successfully wiped that lingering smirk off his face - indeed, he's gone quite serious, and sat up a little, braced on his elbows, in an instant reaction to the... surprise at hand. He is, however, not so captive an audience that he doesn't respond, voice dropped to a deep murmur. "We smiths are a lucky sort," he says, eyes flickering with amusement up to the woman's face. "I'll have to return the gesture some time." Disrobing, he means. Not being sketched naked by another man. Though... he probably wouldn't necessarily decline. "Maybe we can try it together." The disrobing. Jadzia lets her gaze drift down toward Geviaur's groin, but it doesn't linger for too long. She doesn't seem much worried about anyone else seeing her breasts, either. As she starts to rise back to her feet, the towel is picked up in one hand rather than wrapped around herself again. "Did you know that if we Impress, we're not supposed to have sex for months?" she asks as she turns to start walking off toward her own cot. Well, it was news to her. Geviaur's groin. It's there and not unaware of the situation, and that's all we'll say about that. The smith himself (well, and likely his groin too) aren't the least averse to the suggestion she makes, that slow grin spreading again to dimple his cheek as he watches her rise. "I bet we could try a lot of things together," he says, voice gone just ever so slightly gravelly as he watches her. The reminder, then, of the restrictions to come - if they impress - isn't terribly welcome. His brow furrows momentarily, while he twists himself over on one side in order to watch her walk away. "Guess a person ought to get their fill beforehand, then." A moment's contemplation, then with lazy amusement: "Bet the storerooms are unoccupied at this hour." She goes to her press to pull out an oversize shirt and a pair of comfortable looking pants. It's not exactly sexy, but Jadzia is currently naked, so it's not like Gev doesn't know what will soon be under those clothes. "They probably are," she agrees as she pulls the pants on first, turning back toward Geviaur as she does. "Or at least not very occupied. Or we could just help ourselves to an empty room." She turns to pull her shirt on before going back to her press to look for something Very Important. That sounds like agreeability to Geviaur, and so with lazy ease he pushes himself off his cot, stretching out his back before turning to watch her. "I'll follow your lead, Istan." He /does/ know what's under those clothes now, and the knowing of it means his appreciation, watching her move, isn't the least diminished by the presence of comfy clothes. He just watches, arms crossed across his chest, while she looks for her something Very Important. He's in no terrible hurry. The Very Important thing is, surprise, surprise, a lockpick. Jadzia closes her press and she's back on her feet, apparently content with going it barefoot. She wiggles the pick at him, then turns to head out as she says, "Shouldn't be too hard so find one that's empty. Unless you'd prefer the storerooms, I mean. The idea of getting caught does have some things going for it. What's your poison, Muscles?" Geviaur nods approvingly, eyebrows raised as he sees that very useful object in hand. He falls in step behind her, one hand going to rest at the small of her back as they walk. "I'd rather not have to rush," he says, voice low, the words both giving his preference and a promise in one. "Let's save the exhibition for next time." As long as they have the capability of gettng a private room, might as well use it. The blonde, hair still a little damp from her bath, tilts a look up toward the tall man with her lower lip caught between her teeth. Jadzia is looking forward to this! It doesn't take her long to both find an empty room and get them inside of it. It might not be much of a romantic getaway, bare and a little dusty from lack of use, but this isn't about romance so that doesn't seem to bother her any. In the end, there's nothing shy about the way Jadzia approaches having this sort of fun. And certainly no indication that she might not actually get paid for it on occasion. She doesn't charge this time, though. Lucky Geviaur! |
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