Difference between revisions of "Logs:Dangerois Place, Dangerous Face"

All she'd wanted was a quick bath...just to clean her sweaty hide from a hard workout (spent trying to work off the damned 'horny' that Niahvth and all the rest of the dragons at the Weyr were inflicting on 'her'). Damn Ilicaeth for his strutting and posturing before the rising gold, the cocky bastard that he was.

What started out as a quick, slightly brutal scrubbing that pinkened her skin more than the heat of the waters ended in surprise - if brief - fisticuffs that were the blonde's answer to the aroused brownriding woman who'd groped the bluie's ass as Alida was seeking to slosh past her for a quick exit out of the more-than-'steamy' pool. In a way, the fight itself was welcome release from the guard's mounting frustration over a number of woes, but the knotted lump she was sporting above her left brow after departing the bathing cavern hurt enough to partially spoil her brief glee.

« Almost dealt as good as ya' got... » Ilicaeth rumbled with leftover cocky humor of the black eye and titty-twist his rider had 'awarded' the brownrider during the humans' little rumble. The blue was actively observing the progress of Niahvth's merry chase, even as he good-naturedly tweaked his lifemate.

« Up yers... » was the best tart rejoinder Alida could call up on her damp and somewhat bedraggled way out to meet her blue near the great entrance/exit from living cavern to Bowl, her towel-wrapped and mostly-sodden hair evincing a heavy shudder from the blonde as the snow and cold hit her.

For some important reason he couldn't quite remember on their way home, the blue refrained from further poking at his human about her long 'dry' spell without a sexual partner... an ephemeral ghosting of southern warmth and ocean air wafting through the parched sands of his mind before disappearing just as suddenly. Sometimes, it just did not pay to further upset Alida.