Difference between revisions of "Logs:Out of My Tree"

It's evening again two days after that nasty tension-filled dinner in the living cavern. Milani hasn't sent Puddle up to ask for a ride and if K'del's come back to ask her if she's coming up, he'll have found the office closed and Millie gone to bed already, or a work-laden headwoman shaking her head. Tonight though, tonight Puddle comes in search of Cadejoth, with the image of his girl firm in his mind and the idea of the Bowl over where it's dark and quiet.

After that first night, K'del came by to check just once, and finding the office dark, pressed no further; presumably, he's come to his own conclusions, whatever they are. It's no wonder, then, that although Cadejoth presses sharply into Puddle's mind that he and K'del will be down shortly, the K'del that arrives with him a few minutes later is a genuinely surprised one. The young man swings down, as the bronze lands, gaze seeking for Milani through the darkness. It's his eyebrows that ask: he's otherwise silent.

"Hey Kas," Milani says softly, chewing on her lower lip with her arms wrapped around her middle again. "How's things?" she asks, almost too brightly as she steps closer, trying to keep her smile friendly and as bright as those words.

"Hey, Millie," returns K'del, digging his hands into his pockets as he takes the last few steps towards the Headwoman, ending up a short distance away. The surprise edges down to a kind of hesitant wariness, as though he's struggling to determine exactly how to act, given the almost too-brightness of her words. "Getting used to a new Wingleader. But otherwise - you know, the usual." Beat. "And you? How are /you/ Millie?"

"Oh did you um -- did you swap?" That makes Mliani look confused for a moment and she takes another little step closer, reaches out towards him with one hand, tugging a little at his shirt-front. It's a quasi-fond, quasi-playful motion and she tips a look up at him from beneath lashes, still biting down on her lip a little. "You know ... the usual."

"No," says K'del, slowly. "L'vae stepped down. Yesterday." His gaze drops, watching as she steps closer, plays with his shirt front - which is untucked; he looks as though he's been lounging, his clothes rumpled. "The usual. Right." Another pause. "Haven't seen you in a few days. But. So long as it's all good."

Milani sucks her breath in sharply and blinks a few times. "Shells ... he -- why?" the headwoman looks quite startled by this news. Her gaze drops though as he mentions that absence. "Sorry ... P'ax the other night, he said some stupid things. Drove A'son off when I thought we might get the chance to just you know, sit. Talk. Be friends. Try to be normal around each other." She sighs softly and her fingers drop, twisting one shirt tail slowly around her hand. "Otherwise, good, yeah, pretty good. Just busy and um ..." blue-green eyes lift to his looking sheepish. "Horny."

K'del's head shakes - and his expression shifts, too, suddenly frowning, but at least he looks less awkward for it. "Don't know; no one seems to know anything." His gaze is intent as her head drops, and thoughtful, too. Then, slowly: "Oh. I'm sorry; I had no idea. I was-- I wasn't even sure if that was who it was." A'son. Her admission makes him pause, though there's a flicker of something in his gaze. Then, "Oh?" His hands are still in his pockets, but they shift, as though about to pull free, though they don't make it that far. Yet.

"I'll have to ask him," Milani murmurs, about L'vae and she licks her lips fast-like, eyes right on his. "Yeah. That was Ays," she says softly, something complicated flickering behind her eyes. "You were flirting. With Carobet. Did you get lucky?" She asks off-hand, no jealousy in her voice. Hard swallow. "I think I'm going to go out of my tree if I don't get laid soon."

K'del /doesn't/ say 'tell me if you get anything out of him', though his expression suggests perhaps he'd like to. So much curiosity. But it doesn't linger, not with her expression to consider, and then her question to answer; he laughs. "No. Not sure if she's nothing but flirt, or just maybe a little harder to get than that. Going to take her dancing, though, sometime." Then: a pause. A little breath. And, "Did you want a hand with that?" So even, as though it didn't matter at all, and he didn't spend weeks thinking away his bodily reactions while lying next to her in bed.

Another turn of Milani's hand winds more of his shirt around her wrist now and she nods a few times about Carobet. "She's nice. Listens really well," the headwoman says with a little hitch in her voice and she smiles a little about the dancing. "Good, show her a good time," she adds earnestly. His suggestion though, is like breaking down some invisible barrier and Millie's other arm flings around his neck suddenly, aiming to drag him down just enough so she can kiss him. Hard and hungry.

K'del, then, has no time to promise faithfully that he will, indeed, show the mindhealer a good time; it's hard to do that kind of thing around a kiss like that, and perhaps harder still to actually /want/ to. So his arms go around her, and then he's leaning in, both dragged and by his own volition, to return the kiss wholeheartedly. That, then, answers /that/ question pretty certainly.

It goes on. And on. And on. And Milani's hand has snuck up beneath his shirt to run along skin and then down to be very very very naughty. In the dark. In the Bowl. But she breaks away with a soft gasp and wide eyes and drags her hand away, slides her other arm around his neck too and leans up into him, trembling. "Take me home, make it all go away, Kas."

K'del's reaction, to that naughty hand, is a barely stifled gasp, mostly lost into that continuing kiss. He doesn't seem to be objecting, not even the slightest bit, regardless of location. His breathing, as she breaks away, is already faster, and he licks his lips as he strives to catch it, nodding rapidly. After pressing another, much lighter, kiss towards her forehead, he reaches behind his neck to grasp at her hand, to draw her back to patiently waiting Cadejoth, "Of course. I've got you."

Led willingly along, Milani gives him a more normal, warm, eager smile. "Good," she says with a little exhaled breath, hands dropping downward, trailing along his chest as she sort of dancesteps with him to Cadejoth. "Because I have /missed/ you," she confesses laughingly.

/Normal/. K'del's expression is such a mix of things: amusement, relief, excitement, and he can't seem to keep his eyes off her, as they make it the short distance back. "You're not alone in that," he promises, all grins, as they draw up alongside the bronze, who is actually in his straps, this time, making it much easier for the pair of them to climb aboard. "/Believe/ me when I say that." And /he/ hasn't exactly been entirely abstinent.

"Mm, I'm sorry Kas... I know this must've been hard," Milani apologizes some more. "I just -- " she waves one hand helplessly then laughs and gives Cadejoth a hello pat, scrambles up after K'del and cuddles right on up against him. "Good though, because that just means it'll be all the better, right?"

Yes. Hard. But K'del - noble, self-sacrificing K'del - just grins at her. "Wrong headspace for it. I get it." Cadejoth rumbles warmly towards the Headwoman, but seems as eager as they are to get moving; he's in the air as soon as they're comfortable, a little bit of a bumpy lift-off, but /fast/, at least. "Exactly right," he adds, arms wrapping about her again for the short distance up, while he leans in for another kiss - one that is forced to end by their arrival.

"Yeah," Milani says with a quiet sigh and settles her hands atop his, tilts her head back for that kiss, just as enthusiastic as the first. Once they've arrived it even takes her a moment to stop, but does finally pull back smiles and unwinds his arms gently so she can slip to the ground and run ahead of him into the weyr. "Come n' get it ..." she sing-songs to him as she drops her hands to the bottom of her shirt, peels it off over her head and lets it fall behind her as she goes. By the time he catches up to her, it's likely she's already naked and sprawled out very invitingly on his bed.

K'del can only watch, helpless, eyes growing bigger by the second as she darts off like that, particularly when coupled with the discarded shirt. It's only once she's out of view that he scrambles down after her, stepping over her shirt without another glance as he hurries in. The view waiting him causes only a momentary catch in his step; then, his hands jump into action to strip off his own clothes, resulting in a fairly ungraceful combination of hasty steps and equally hasty undressing, resulting, finally, in his joining her on the bed. Just like old times.

Milani draws him up to her, hands running over skin and she tilts her chin up for another one of those kisses. Both legs lift to wrap around his waist, seeking him out already, she's that hot-to-trot. Apparently long, slow and luxuriating are not in the cards for round one.

The kiss lingers. And lingers. And lingers. If, indeed, you can call something that fast and furious 'lingering', really. And K'del, more or less given his instructions, seems in no way reluctant to follow through on them; it may not last long, but round one is in no way unsatisfying, either.

In the aftermath of round one, Milani's hand moves lazily through K'del's hair, the headwoman slumped back on the pillows, looking replete. "Really missed you," she whispers. There's a little rest for a little while and then all of those amazing, incredible, mind blowing things he was missing get brought out of the dark corner they got stuck in while Millie was not feeling up to things. She's got it all for him tonight, to send both of their minds reeling over the egde. More than once.

K'del, during the space of that breather, can only grin beatifically, though he does manage to say, as he smoothes his hand over her skin lightly, "So I see." But then, it's not as though it looks as though he missed her any less. Again (and again, and again); sleep, when it does come, several times later, is borne out of complete exhaustion. And K'del? He smiles in his sleep, one arm still twined around her.