Logs:Flirting with Dragons
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| RL Date: 7 May, 2009 |
| Who: K'del, Yuliye |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| When: Day 2, Month 9, Turn 19 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Tiriana/Mentions |
| K'del's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr(#1716RL) Rank certainly has its privileges; among them are amply appointed apartments. Two chambers connect to form a large weyr, the outer cavern larger and better decorated. Here are impersonal furnishings: a seating arrangement of sofa and chairs in front of a large, tiled fireplace with a blue-and-black rug before it; an antique-looking desk, dinged and dented in a few places but polished and well-kept for its obvious age; a tall cupboard with tack-hooks beside it, gear for dragonriding neatly arranged inside. Two tapestries hung from the high walls depict overdone splendor for High Reaches Weyr, one a long view of the snow-covered bowl, and the other a hazy impressionist piece of dragons flaming over a springtime countryside. The inner weyr, a sleeping cavern and a bathing area, is smaller and cozier and less ostentatious. A double-sized wooden bed in good condition, made up with sheets, pillows and comforter in varying shades of navy blue, light blue and bronze fills much of the area, as well as a nightstand covered in books, a wardrobe. A folding screen mostly shields the bathtub and toilet, with a towel usually slung over it, and a small collection of toiletries in easy reach. There are signs of life within both parts of the weyr: an oil lamp on the desk, alongside papers and books and pens, often untidily stacked; a jacket on the back of the desk chair, the occasional empty mug or bottle of beer. Oh, if only Cadejoth could look into that weyr. Peer one of his huge eyes in to see Yuliye making short work of her clothes, leaving them in a puddled trail from the entrance to the tub back there. Or see her sprawl all nude and pretty along the tub's stone sides before dropping herself in. "Mmmm, I definitely need one of these in my room." If only Cadejoth could see or care to see and convey all /that/ to K'del. Naked girl in his room alert! Naked girl in his tub alert! Cadejoth may not make a habit of /looking/ through the door into K'del's weyr, but he's got to be aware of where his rider is, right? And that's not in the weyr. So, when there are sounds, /in/ the weyr - dragons can hear, can't they? And does the sound of him rumbling, slightly, out on the ledge, make it all the way in? It's a beautiful day, the curtain between weyr and ledge left ajar. But maybe that'll be enough. Otherwise, in the meantime: hot water, private bath. Yuliye certainly enjoys her privacy, even going so far as to sing songs with nonsensical lyrics, replacing the real ones with whatever comes to mind or a hum when she doesn't know the words. There's sound of splashing, of a sponge being squeezed, of a head submerging in the water and then coming up with a small splash. Perhaps that sound of him rumbling has made it all in, the head peering out from the side of the baths to crane a look to the ledge entrance. Dripping water everywhere and smiling sunnily, she also waves a lazy little finger wiggle to what of the bronze dragon she can see. "Congratulations, papa dragon." Cadejoth has got to be pretty used to naked girls in the weyr, and probably on his ledge, too, but that doesn't stop his head from lifting off of great, enormous forelimbs to get a better look at Yuliye - now. Well, look at that. He lets out another rumble, this one slightly more enthusiastic: papa dragon! Even if he has been banned from getting close to his own offspring. Both of those bare, wet arms drape over the bath's edge and her chest must be all squished against the tub's side. Still! She seems pretty cheerful as she continues to regard Cadejoth from afar. "It's too bad," she reflects aloud, "That you can't join me." Why yes, she's flirting teasingly with a dragon. "But it's probably for the best. The tub /is/ awfully small." Her head hangs briefly, chin touched to bath's edge, then her head turns so she might look to the new almost-dad again. "Proud? Lots of babies? Why aren't you out there right now? I thought that's what the papa dragons do." And yes, she's carrying out a conversation, however one-sided, with a dragon. Cadejoth whuffs what is probably warm air in Yuliye's direction, his tail marking a steady beat against the stone of the ledge, perpetually puppy-like. whatever he thinks of Yuliye, and her conversation, may as well not matter, though, because, a moment later, there's the sound of footsteps, and then, K'del, saying, "Are you /flirting/ with my dragon, Yu--" Presumably he's been somewhat warned. But. There's a naked girl in his tub, and in the flesh? Yeah, that's something to pay attention to, even more than just in mental image. "Hi." Not just naked, but with a trail of clothes leading all the way to her. Shoes by the door. Stockings tossed to hook on something over the hearth. Dress draped over the couch. Panties somewhere near the ledge's entrance and bra all tangled by the tub. With arms draped over the tub, Yuliye surges forward and up just a little bit to offer tantalizing glimpses of a naked, wet body. Hi, indeed. "Jus' talking. I like talking." A beat of silence is followed by a sly, "Aren't you the Weyrleader? Shouldn't you be out doing, y'know, Weyrleaderly things?" All of which K'del might be eyeing appreciatively, except that, you know, /naked girl/ in his tub. Is it any wonder that he walks straight past all of it to approach the bathtub and girl, then? And: "I /was/ doing very important Weyrleaderly things. Like making nice with my Weyrwoman. But Cadejoth was showing me some very peculiar images of a trespasser in my weyr, and-- had to come make sure my stuff was safe." Sure. That's exactly why he came back. Cadejoth, his work done, retreats entirely. Sneaky. Breathed out, all smoky and sweet to mix with the steam tendrils that rise from his bath, is her, "Saw she was dancing with you. Even held your hand for a little bit?" The pretty face breaks out into a lazy, happy little look that causes her to drape even more of her weight against the stone tub's edge, on the verge of drowning perhaps. "She doesn't want anyone to touch you, does she? Doesn't like competition even if she doesn't want to be the one here. In your bath. Naked. With you." Not like she is. Oh, how naughty they are. Yuliye reaches one damp little hand up to stretch for and tug at K'del's belt. "Come on." "Only because she was pissed off that you were touching me. And then, because she wanted to dance, and I was the only one available, I think." K'del can't keep his eyes off of her, can't help himself. He swallows, as she continues to talk, hard and thick, and, okay, let's face it, he needs no further invitation to join in on the naked times. That belt? So gone, and the rest of his clothes with it. "She thinks you'd be more likely to sleep with her, than me." Oh, is Tiriana ever so wrong. Not that, if they're careful, the Weyrwoman will ever find out of their indiscretions. The tub isn't so deep she can't stand, and even if she can't, that just gives her incentive to pull herself up to that edge to rest her knees against, so she might reach to pull him over with one hand by /there/ and the other to rest behind his neck. Yuliye's light, bright, glittering eyes are open for only a moment as she leans in to test out K'del's lips just to see how they might respond and if it passes the test, pull him closer so he'll either have to climb in with her or risk toppling her (and him) over. Either way, Yuliye in the tub with a naked bronzerider is how she hopes tonight's Clue game will end. It's the perfect crime, really: no clues. At least, if all goes well. K'del allows himself to be drawn in without hesitation, his eyes meeting hers for that moment, then shutting alongside as he responds to her kiss. For a kid, he's obviously had some practice. It lingers, though it's not really the long, slow type of kiss - fast, furious, intense. He elects to avoid the topple, drawing back just enough to be able to heave himself over the rim, sending water everywhere, true, but at least not resulting in accidental injury that might bring to a premature end this particularly welcome game. One part Cromese flipskirt, one part manwhore bronzerider, add water to taste - and enjoy. |
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