Logs:Where To Begin
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| RL Date: 11 April, 2009 |
| Who: K'del, Milani |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: It's a good thing K'del has Milani to clean him up, feed him up, and sex him up. All (well, mostly) in the name of High Reaches. Really. |
| Where: Milani's Room, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 12, Month 6, Turn 19 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Tiriana/Mentions |
| It's been a long night for everyone, and yet Milani opens the door promptly when that knock sounds and without a word, she opens her arms up for K'del to step into. He might not notice it right away, but she's got a pitcher of klah and breakfast for two set out. Was she expecting him? Someone else? Does it matter? K'del sort of collapses into this arms, and though his eyes are dry, it's not exactly hard to miss the fact that they haven't always been, never mind the confident walk between his resting place and here. He doesn't notice the breakfast; for now, he doesn't seem to notice much of anything, except, perhaps, the sensation of arms around him, and his head buried in her neck. "It's all fucked up," is what he whispers, eventually. Milani draws him in close and kicks her door closed expertly with one foot. Soothing hands lift to run over his back, into his hair. "Shh, Kas, sweetie, it'll be okay, it'll be okay," she murmurs, more maternally than lover-like right now. Her head turns though, to deliver kisses to his cheek, his brow. "Welcome to my world," Millie adds with a slightly wry chuckle and she hugs him tight. "We'll figure this out though. Together. I promise." It's a little babbly. K'del jumps at the sound of the door closing, and then relaxes again; it's as though he'd forgotten there was an open door, that he was, still, in some capacity, on display. He breathes, taking in deep breathes like a man drowning; his voice is muffled, distinctly teary again. "How?" Now, slowly, he begins to draw his head away, so that he can look at her, although he keeps his arms around her, staying close. "Shells, Millie, I don't even know where to begin. And Tiriana hates me, and I threw up in her weyr so she's really going to be pissed off, and--" She's not the only one babbling. "Oh is that what smells?" Milani says with a little playful wrinkle of her nose, and kisses his forehead again, hands curling around the back of his neck. "And shells, you haven't changed. Come on, let's get you cleaned up. Strip, my friend. I still have some of your stuff you forgot here last time you stopped by." She pauses, takes a deep breath and fixes him with a steady look. "One. Day. At. A. Time. The day after is bound to be rough. Just let it go, don't dwell on it. Also, you're smarter than she is. Stay cool around her and you'll be able to manage. I'll send a crew over there to clean up, but you might want to do something nice for her as a sort of apology, but draw the line there," Millie warns. "I've had months now to work things out with her and Satiet ..." pause there and her teeth close down on her bottom lip, "... Satiet gave me some good advice about her. So, just trust me, okay? But for now, get your ass cleaned up, let's get your head cleaned up and then ... I wouldn't waste any time making your position in the Weyr solid. Go see F'rint." The best K'del can do is make a pained sort of expression for Milani's comment and the wrinkle of her nose. His clothes are pretty vile, and he's in enough of a state that following directions is the easiest thing to do: he strips without further comment, his shirt and trousers dropped; his underwear and socks are nowhere to be found. "Something as an apology, right," he repeats, gaze intent upon her face. "Not sure it'll help - she's /so/ pissed at me, anyway - but I'll try it. And... F'rint. Right. Will he want to stay on? Or will I need to find someone else?" Millie knows everything. Must do. "I don't have a bath, but I can sponge you down," Milani says more playfully and leads the way back into the bedroom where she gets a towel off the washstand. "Otherwise it's off to the baths with you," she waggles the towel to and fro. "Flattery. It might not 'fix' it right away, but a gesture made is better than nothing. Ignore her being pissed for the most part. She gets pissed if anyone looks at her cross-eyed. You're going to have to grow a thicker skin than that." But she's crossing to him, pressing her hand to his cheek. "It's your call whether or not he stays on. He's a good man and he knows his stuff. You'd do a lot worse than to keep him and learn from him, right? Because I don't know squat about running wings. So I can't help you with that, other than to point you in the right direction." She leans in then to kiss him, puke-breath not withstanding. "The Weyrleader's weyr has a bath in it." K'del relates this as though it's news to him, something exciting, except that he still sounds pretty much dead in tone. "Should've washed before coming. I didn't think about it." But for now, he'll follow her lead: a sponge bath is better than nothing. He takes a deep breath, as she presses her hand to his cheek, and nods, the kind of nod that isn't fast or forceful enough to disoldge her, nor his gaze from hers. "I'll have to learn. All of it." But the kiss - he leans in to it, his eyes closing. Afterwards, a deep breath. "How'm I going to face everyone else?" "Mm. You can tell me what furniture you want later," Milani notes, about said weyr after that kiss and gently, tenderly sponges him down, head to toe. For all they've had so much fun sex over the past however long, again, it's an oddly non-sexual act on her part and it ends with her handing him a spare toothbrush and a pot of tooth powder. "With your head held high," she says simply and sets her chin, demonstrating. "You are the Weyrleader. Own it, Kas. You don't have to swagger and be a fucking poppycock about it, but you can own it, like the man you are." Furniture. Definitely something to worry about later; the more mention of it just makes K'del frown, and lapse into silence for as long as it takes to finish the bathing. Despite her hands on him, he has no reaction to it, either: he just kind of stares at the wall, until the toothbrush and paste in his hand turns his attention back to her. "Right," he says, after a deep breath, mimicking her chin-lift. "The Weyrleader." His chin wobbles. "Think I might have to practice that one a bit." So he concentrates on brushing his teeth instead, for now. Milani goes rummaging for those clothes: one of his button-downs, a pair of trousers, not his fanciest stuff, but the right size and there's some underwear too. "You were over often enough for a while," she explains having the things and leaves them out, folded on the bed, comes up behind him to wrap her arms around his waist. "Just try to stay calm and confident. You can /do/ this Kas." Her lips find the back of his neck then, hand traveling up his chest just a little. "I'd meant to drag you away last night for your turnday. I still have your presents ... you could have them now instead ... though it might mean your klah might cool down some. "Such prescience," says K'del, with a smile that is actually genuine this time, if not almost teasing, though he can't seem to relax enough for it to be outright so. He lets out a little sigh, at her hands about him, and that kiss. "Calm and confident. Right. Well. It's what I wanted, isn't it? /Eventually/. Just... sooner than I wanted it." He takes in another deep breath, "I'd hoped to /be/ dragged away. It was supposed to be, like, the perfect day. Even talked to P'ax without yelling!" His hands find hers, and he draws them away, so that he can turn around again, consider her with raised eyebrows. This is more Kas-like. "Like the sound of that. What've you got for me, that would take that long?" "Mm. Fast-forward," Milani says quietly. "I never expected to have to basically train Tiriana up and step in for Satiet either. You'll manage." And she's confident on that too. There's a brilliant smile f or him when he turns around and she reaches forward to press her finger to his lips. "Shh. Close your eyes. Wait 'til I say when." And she waits until his eyes are closed, before stepping back to shed her clothes, reaches into her dresser for something that she has to shimmy into, then fishes in her press for a bottle, closes it up again and perches on top of it. "Okay. Open your eyes." "Going from Satiet to--" K'del doesn't mention N'thei, nor even complete his sentence: he doesn't need to. Her confidence seems to give him some, because his shoulders sink into a more relaxed stance, and he even devotes his full attention to eyeing her with increasing interest at her request. But, as commanded, he does indeed close his eyes, even puts his hands over them to prove that he's not even peaking a little bit. Not even once! Still, his eyes are trained on the direction the sound is coming from, and, on her okay, he opens his eyes and withdraws his hands pretty fast. His jaw drops, his eyes go wide: yeah, that's normal K'del. "/Millie/." Milani bites down on her lip, casts her lashes down demurely and swings one foot over the edge of the press seductively. "You like?" she says all faux-innocent and tilts the bottle his way. "For your collection." Not that she or what she's got on should be in his collection, oh no, not at all. "Congratulations, Weyrleader," she says sincerely. "And happy birthday, Kas. Come celebrate with me?" The mental images? /They/ will definitely be taking prime position in his mental collection. "What does it look like?" he teases, needing no further invitation to cross the distance between them, reaching up to run his hands up the length of her legs, and over the skin-tight concoction she's got on. He lifts one hand, to take the bottle from her and set it aside, instead intending to pull her back into his arms. "Reckon I can spare the time for /this/, yes." /Yes/. Grinning, Milani doesn't fight the removal of the bottle at all. Her hands run up his arms and she scoots backward onto the bed, taking him with her. "Good, spare the time, and I'll drive every thought of our sourpuss Weyrwoman right out of your head. Think of me, just me. And we'll deal with everything else later." Her concotion of red sisal and black lace winds up all rucked up around her waist eventually, after she's spun K'del around the moons a couple of times. Millie lies contentedly sprawled along his side after, trailing sensual fingers down his chest. "So. Weyrleader, mine. Breakfast first, then you'd best go take care of business with F'rint while I get your weyr all set up. It'll be ready for you tonight, the basics. Just let me know if you need anything new, or if you want anything brought down from your old weyr. And tonight ... we can break out that bottle and drink to your future." K'del props himself up on the pillows so that he can watch her go, shimmy and all, with distinct approval. Hey, if this is what being Weyrleader is like... "/Feed/ me?" he repeats, as she settles herself back in, stretching out contentedly as she cuddles in, one arm creeping back around him. The grape gets chewed and swallowed, her comment draws a grin - and he is distinctly happy to follow her lead, kissing following food. "/Some/ turnday." "Someone has to make it special," Milani claims stoutly and reaches for more food to pop into his mouth. Little bites of torn off pastry, fruit, some soft cheese to lick off her fingers. That sponge bath may not have been sexy, breakfast certainly is. But she's eyeing the clock is Millie, even as she reaches across K'del to grab one mug of klah to pass to him. "I hate to kick you out, Kas, but I have to get going and so should you. Strike while the iron is hot and all that. But, I promise, you will see me tonight. I've got to go get everything tagged for you and people assigned to haul things over. I'll take care of setting you up right." She bends then, to kiss him again, very, very soundly, then slips out of bed to take off the rest of the happy-fun-time-dress-up and puts her proper work-a-day stuff back on, hair twisted up into a practical chignon. "/Someone/ definitely has," promises K'del, the thanks in his voice echoed in his words, too: "Thank you, Millie." That's in between the bites of food, and the occasional stray kiss he attempts to steal. He accepts the mug of klah, his own gaze sliding towards the clock, and, slowly, he nods. "Right. Lots of things to do today." That's said /before/ the kiss; afterwards, he has to take a moment or two to recover, before, as she gets herself dressed, he drains his klah, quickly (it's not exactly terribly hot anymore), and then follows her example. He hesitates before heading for the door, reaching in to kiss her just once; before he pulls back, there's a brief, whispered 'thank you' on his lips. And then: time to face the outside world. Kisses, readily accepted and returned in between things, Milani waits on him, winds her arms around his neck and makes that last one another to remember. "Chin up," she tells him one more time, smiling up at him with trusting eyes and encouragement in her voice. "You're welcome ... and I'll see you tonight," are her parting words as she ushers him out. She has some tidying up to do then, the pitcher and plates to stack up and Milani heads out with those in tow just a short while later, singing something slightly off key but merrily enough as she goes about her day. Chin up. It reminds K'del, and it's a directive he follows. He's even sort of smiling, as he pulls his shoulders back, and is gone. He can do it. |
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