With the daytime filled with sweeprides and drills up to her ears - and then her illicit odd jobs beyond the Weyr that sometimes steal into her evenings, Jo only gets a few precious moments to herself past dinner. In loose black leathers unfastened and her dark hair damp likely from a quick bath, the bluerider is deep within the greenhouse...and she appears to be tending to a deep blue pot of white-tipped flowers with a small water can. Clearly, she's not paying any attention to the greenhouse doors.
Bones' attempts to find warmth in high reaches saw him frequently ending up by the hatching sands, but that location had it's problem. It was dry. As he enters the greenhouse, he immediately sucks down a deep lungful of moisture-rich air, and can't help but give a big open-mouthed smile of appreciation at the soft kiss of wetness at his skin. Humidity, how he missed it. He walks right past Jo at first, but pauses mid step a few feet beyond her, and then takes three steps backwords to cock his head to the side in curiosity. "Nice flowers, Jo!" He hadn't recognized her right away.
With the humidity keeping her warm after the baths, for now, Jo was setting the water can down and stepping back to relieve herself of her riding jacket when those heavy booted steps, and that voice, gives her the briefest pause. Jacket slides slowly down exposed arms of a sleeveless white top before her head turns - just a fraction. "I...thanks," she gives back, snorting her amusement before she takes the jacket and carefully lays it to the side. She glances at him over one tanned shoulder, a brow lifting along with one of her rare saucy, lopsided smiles. "Bones, right?" she drawls, gesturing with her chin. "You, I remember well." Dark eyes flick down him, then up before she looks back at the flowers and adds to him, "Picked them out on one of my sweeps. Not sure why, just, looked like they needed some takin' care. Kinda reminded me of home." Gaze falls back on him. "Ya work with any of this?" Gardening. Her gesture with one finger indicates the rows of flowers and plants around them.
With a hearty smile at the sound of his own name, he gives a single nod at her recognition. "I got a good memory." Bare arms raise up over his head in a stretch, something in him giving a crackling sound as he does so. Could have been his shoulder, perhaps his neck, but whatever it is he pays it no mind. "Flowers remind you'a home? Ha, that's funny. S'usually fish that take me back." With his stretch done, he crosses his arms in front of his chest and smiles down at her. "I don't know nothin' bout flowers. Just tryin' to find myself a warm spot for a few."
Dark eyes linger on those raised arms as Jo's own folds loosely across her chest. She takes to leaning back against the table, the convict rider not hiding the fact that she's staring. His question gets a single incline of her head before she answers with a faintly wry "I was told that flowers were somethin' my mother was fond of havin' around back in Keogh. Where're ya from? Ista?" The last and his smile gets a brief flare of one from her. Unusual. "These will likely die in a day," she tells him about the flowers. "I suck at it. Like it in here, though. Like the warmth. Maybe ya wanna help me with this one? Might live a little longer if between the two of us." Jo, sharing. Must be a full moon.
"Actually I'm from Saluda." He grins, taking a bit of pride in it's relative obscurity. "It's kinda near Half-Circle Sea hold I guess, but not really." He begins to chuckle as she openly mocks her gardening skill, but clams up swiftly at the mention of caretaking the pot of flowers. "There ain't no way I wouldn' end up killin em. Ain't there some sorta tricks to gardening? Temperatures and fertalizer and... aerating?" He was just using words he'd heard spoken about gardening before. "I'd probably end up drowning the sucker with too much water."
"Well, everyone thinks Keogh's only good for its guards, so, there's not much difference between there and Saluda." Jo drops arms and turns to pick up the small water can by the handle, turning back to Bones before asking "Why didn't ya stay in Saluda?" There's a pause before she then holds out the water can to him, the challenge in the lift of lips and in her eyes. Gesturing with her chin towards the pot next to her, "I believe I owe ya, actually," she drawls, realizing that she has been questioning the man. "From before. We were almost talkin' about dick sizes and things to ask me before I was called away." Both brows lift then at him before adding, "Here. I haven't watered it yet. Waterin' and givin' it some sun are the only tricks I know to these things. I'll let ya know when the water's too much." The water can hangs before the large man, suspended from long fingers.
A brief shrug and a set of upturned hands perfectly compliments his tone of voice as he answers her question. "I'unno. No real reason to stick around. Got offered merchant work, took it." He holds the water can aloft for a moment, frozen in place as smile grows bigger. "Ha! And in the beginnin' you were actin' like you didn' remember my name. But you remember my dick jokes eh? Hehe." He upturns the water can over the plant, droplets raining down across it's petals and stems. "Y'don't owe me nothin' Jo. I don't have a secret in me."
When Bones takes the can, Jo settles back against the table and moves aside some so that he could approach the pot. "What, no family? No sweetheart?" she asks on him leaving home, brow lifting. She watches him with the water can, his sudden burst of laughter getting an humorous snort from her. She makes to lightly take a jab at his arm before saying, "I /do/ remember ya. Name, dick jokes'n all! Maybe I'm flirtin', darlin'." Her gaze shifts to watch him pour on the plant before the last gets a wry, "A man without secrets. Ya must be the only one in Pern." She, has secrets. That much is clear. However, "Got a mother that's been missing my whole life, a father that's an ass most of the time, and brothers that think the law is gold, back home. Left cuz I wanted more. Ended up with more than I bargained."
With a slow shake of his head, her question about lovers and kin is answered in silence, not out of wistfulness but of quiet appreciation for the flower he was watering. "Oh are you flirtin' again? Damn, too used to drunk girls to read the sober ones, hehe!" He stops watering on his own, setting the can down next to the now fully watered flower. "I ain't judgin', but sounds to me like maybe you grew up with a bunch of tight asses and rebelled a little too hard, eh?" His eyes are still on the flower, touching at it's petals with a surprising gentleness. "Maybe I'm talkin' out my ass though. No offense if I gotcha wrong?" He's a bit distracted, his rough hands slowly stroking down the green stem. "Real pretty."
Watching Bones with the flowers, his surprise gentleness with tending than he had estimated gets Jo's study. "Ya better at this than ya think, Bones," she notes, her eyes going from him towards to white-tipped flowers. There's a short bark of laughter for his frankness on her flirting, hitching a shrug before asking "So I gotta be drunk to get ya attention, then? Or is it that ya prefer less talk, more action?" There's a small pause on his comments about her home - her leaving - before the convict rider inclines her head and says, simply, "Ya didn' offend. Yer right. I rebelled. Trouble seemed like a good friend at the time." She watches him touch the stem, his gentle attention to it getting a thoughtful "Might be somethin', to learn here. This place seems taken with ya. I wouldn' sell yerself short with this place." There's a genuine, perhaps unseen smile from her as she watches him with the plant, the peacefulness of the place resonating.
The flower's hypnotic properties hold the big man for a time, but he snaps back to respond to Jo, his eyes meeting hers again. "Hmm? Oh, hehe. Drunk ain't a requirement. I toldja before didn' I? I just don't do good with subtle." Four fingers of each hand go into his pockets, leaning back a little and giving her a smile. "I think you're right though, I kinda dig this place. Normally bein' somewhere this quiet would start gettin' on my nerves, but it's just nice and calm here."
Jo takes in Bones's words, not saying a word yet, seeming to mull it all over in her head. "I like it here, too," she agrees, seeming to turn towards what he says next, her piercing gaze taking in their colorful surroundings. "Quiet. Calm. This place, I think it suits ya, Bones." Then she meets his eyes again and steps up to him, close. Bold, "How's this for 'not being subtle'?" she says low before she tries to slide hands up to land purchase on his clothes. And if he doesn't fend that one off, like a thief she's lifting up on her toes to try and steal a full-on kiss from him. Screw flirting. Apparently not her strong suit, anyway.
Bones' is still as she approaches, smile only fading slightly as her wishes are made clear by the clutching at his clothes. That isn't subtle. Neither is the kiss. "Mmph..." comes the simple sound of surprise, muffled by their joined mouths. Still, the shock of her aggression doesn't slow him down for too long, his hands leaving his pockets to clutch tightly to her hips, fingers briefly digging into her hip bones, not quite as gentle with her as he is with the flower. As the lip-locking ends, his grip softens around her middle. "Sorry.. Didn' hurtcha, did I?"
Well. Jo's hands tighten into Bones's clothes that she grabs, not holding back from that sound of surprise. He could probably feel the smile curving her locked lips to his when she feels him grab her not-so-gently, that subtle roll of her hips against his that signal that yes, she liked this. She presses for more of it in that brief moment, panting against his mouth when his fingers dig into her clothed skin before, too soon, it was over. There's a gusty exhale and she sinks down from her tiptoes and loosens her hold on the man and flattens her palms to his chest. The convict rider meets his eyes and rumbles her pleasure for both the successfully stolen kiss and his words thereafter. With a grin full of her signature trouble, "I don' break all that easily, darlin'."
With a sound halfway between a chuckle and a groan, he slips his meaty paws around her lower back, hooking his wrists just above her backside. "Y'dont, do ya?" A slightly taunting tone as he beams down a toothy smile. "Yer right, you do like trouble." His teeth close together briefly, but a low growl escapes through the bared pearly whites. "You must, to be puttin' moves on a freak like me."
With a roll of her back, a slight purr coming from Jo for the large man's hands on her - his words further serving to hitch up that predatory smile on her face. She's not denying any of it. It's to the last that she reaches for him again, saying with a low growl in response, "That makes two of us." She wants more of that kissin'. Her lips will find him again and this time, there won't be no gentleness to her lips.
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