Logs:Stop. Get Off.
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| RL Date: 26 May, 2010 |
| Who: K'del, Teris |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Teris turns to K'del for help with a little issue of hers, which proves to be initially unsatisfying and kind of awful, but is better after that, hurray! (NB: non-graphic sex) |
| Where: Garden Patio Ledge / Snowasis / K'del's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 3, Month 11, Turn 22 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: The sun is high in the sky and there is not a cloud in sight. There's a breeze that tempers the heat with no humidity lingering in the air. |
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| Garden Patio Ledge, High Reaches Weyr Partly sheltered by the curving stone overhang, partly exposed to the weather, the wide stone patio serves as a balcony for socializing or just plain drinking on a sizable scale. The repurposed ledge might once have let two large dragons land, but now there's too much furniture for that: two rustic tables with attendant chairs, plus a couple more in particularly good weather, and a wrought iron bench situated to make the most of the view of the western bowl and the lake beyond. Other changes include rough little niches carved out of the stone walls to hold glows in colored bottles at night, the climbing plant that's being trained to grow up along the overhang, and the blue ceramic pots of flowers that dot the edge of the ledge as a colorful reminder not to fall off. An archway leads to the Snowasis itself, housed in the ledge's former weyr, while a few wide steps descend along the wall to the bowl. By the eleventh month, even beautiful autumn days at the Reaches tend to be on the brisk side, and today is no exception: the sky may be blue and cloudless, but the sun provides little warmth. Still, it's a change from the rain, and perhaps that's what brings K'del out onto the Patio Ledge this afternoon, nursing a mug of something hot as he chats amiably with a pair of Boreal greenriders playing cards. He's standing, leaning over their game in observation; the pair may well be happier without his presence, but they're apparently too polite to say anything of it. Free time is somewhat of a luxury for Teris these days and even now as she makes her way up to the patio from the bowl, light jacket secured around her still skinny but somewhat stronger frame, it doesn't seem to be just because she wants to be here. She's on a mission. As she passes, Teris glances at K'del, then the greenriders. Then she pauses and double takes at K'del like his presence didn't quite register the first time. The weyrling turns and approaches, but her attention shifts to the game like it might be something interesting. Poor greenriders. "Don't mind me," she insists with a reassuring smile to any expectant looks she might get. The younger of the two greenriders looks up with an expression that can't hide her dismay; the other, a woman closer to forty than thirty, remarks drolly, "I didn't realise cards were such a spectator sport!" K'del's either ignoring the significance of that, or just not really paying attention: he greets Teris with a bright smile, telling her, "Heldy just played Tiriana and I-- look, it's /actually/ us in this deck." Which seems to please and amuse him no end. Aiming a nudge at the weyrling, he adds, "How're you doing, anyway, Teris?" There's a terse, acknowledging smile for the elder of the greenriders, but Teris' attention is on the cards. She even goes so far as to reach for one of them, the K'del one, so she can get a better look. She looks from card to man then back again, brows furrowed. Then, with a note of incredulity; "Why would someone put /you/ in a deck? Where are they from?" The last question is accompanied by her trying to look at more of the cards. "I'm just fine," offered offhandedly. Heldy, the younger greenrider, opens her mouth to complain as Teris reaches for that card, but a quelling glance from her companion, and the fact that it gets put back down again, stills her. She slumps further into her seat, and then starts shuffling the cards back into the deck. No more cards for Teris to see! "There's always a Weyrleader card in dragonpoker decks," shrugs K'del, amused by Teris' reaction, and more than a little smug. "Just-- this artist decided to do /us/. For realism, I guess. Lord and Lady High Reaches, the Smith Craftmasters, and us. You want a drink or something?" The greenriders look hopeful: maybe that means they'll leave! That smugness only earns a short glare from Teris, which she shares generously with the pair of greenriders. She composes herself easily after that and asides to K'del, "You should send your regards to the artist. They made you look much more masculine." And then she continues before there's much chance left for response first, "I /would/ like a drink, yes." This time Teris smiles at poor Heldy and her friend, then turns to leave them in peace, pausing to look back at the bronzerider with an expectant lift of one brow. K'del graciously ignores the sniggers that the greenriders can't seem to help but release; he even smiles at Teris, a very 'ha ha, very funny' kind of smile, but a smile nonetheless. If the elder of the two winks at Teris, well, at least K'del doesn't see that, right? But the bronzerider only offers Teris his arm - if she'll have it - aiming, presumably, to lead her towards the bar. As he adjusts his grip on the mug held in his other hand, he tells her, cheerfully, "I'm in far too good a mood to be bothered by that kind of bitchiness, Teris. But don't take that as a challenge, either." Teris accepts K'del's arm with her own display of graciousness, smiling up at the taller rider at his cheerful words. "Just because of some cards? Or are there other things you're happy about, oh fearless Weyrleader? And don't be foolish. What sort of girl do you think I am? Challenges." The last emphasized by disbelief. The most ridiculous thing she's ever heard, clearly. "Iskiveth, by the way, sends her thanks for the fire... thing." She's likely done no such thing, knowing the young queen, actually. And certainly not now after so long. "The cards?" K'del makes a sound of dismissal, head shaking, as he escorts the weyrling into the Snowasis and towards the bar. "Not /that/ easy to please, believe it or not. Just... having a good day, I guess." Setting his mug down on the bar, he signals for the Bartender; as he waits, he adds, "Bet she does /not/. Send her thanks, I mean. Though I'll accept yours. How'd you know it was from me?" Does he seemed mildly miffed that it was, presumably, so easy to work out? Maybe. "I am somewhat surprised you aren't that easy to please," Teris admits, though she's still smiling so she might just be trying to bother him more. "And, no, I suppose she doesn't. But it's not as though there would be that many people it would be from, hmm?" It doesn't really take a genius for someone like Teris to figure out how might be getting her gifts that weren't exactly cheap. "Besides, can you really picture Tiriana giving those gifts?" That's apparently her only other option. "But thank you." K'del's laugh suggests that, indeed, he probably /can't/ imagine Tiriana giving those particular gifts. Any actual answer is held back, though, as the bartender approaches, raising brows. "I'm good," K'del tells him, indicating his mug. "Teris? What do you want?" As an aisde, then, he adds, "You're welcome, anyway. Figured she might like it." Which makes him pleased, at least, making up for his earlier dismay. What does she want. It takes Teris a moment to actually decide, which means she's thinking about something other than her usual glass of red wine. And then she says, quietly, "Whiskey. Not a lot. Just... a little." Which would be what not a lot is, right? "She does," Teris tells him. "She didn't even care what it was for at first, she was just thrilled that it was so shiny." It makes the weyrling smile somewhat fondly before she realizes it and it's gone. The request surprises K'del, maybe even surprises the bartender, but neither let it show on their expressions for long. As the latter fetches the whiskey bottle, K'del slides the requisite marks across towards him, then reaches back for his own mug to take a slow sip - his first in a while. It's probably cold. None of this means that he's too distracted to note that smile, though: he appreciates it, visibly, all but outright staring until it disappears and he turns his attention away again - it's conveniently in good time for the whiskey to arrive, for the bartender to scoop the mark bits away, and then to head back to other customers. "It /is/ pretty shiny," agrees K'del, placidly. "Fire and shiny-- figured one couldn't lose with that. Should've given you whiskey instead of wine, maybe?" When the whiskey returns, Teris has a quiet thanks for the bartender and she lifts the glass to take a sip as she turns her attention toward K'del. There's a moment of consideration before she shakes her head. "No, the wine was a good choice. I do drink it more regularly. And it's good, even. This," she lifts her glass slightly to indicate the whiskey, "usually has a different purpose." Like now, presumably. "Can we sit somewhere? Or go somewhere?" she wonders after a moment even as she considers the glass that she probably shouldn't take anywhere. If anything, Teris' answer seems to confuse K'del - at least, his expression narrows slightly, uncertain, and his mouth opens as though he intends to say something. He's silent for several moments before he suggests, "One of the booths at the back? Or-- something up? You want actual privacy?" He glances around, as though the afternoon regulars might give him some clue as to what she's talking about. "If the glass gets returned later, reckon no one'll mind if we leave...?" "I don't know," she admits with a faint wrinkle of her nose. Teris isn't the sort of person that does well with not knowing things, after all. She takes another drink, less of a sip this time, then decides, "Never mind." She has to take another drink and finally set the glass down on the counter. "It's silly anyway. Stupid. I mean, well... you know what they're covering this month, right?" She looks up at him but her expression is neutral in the face of what she's probably not entirely comfortable talking about. Poor K'del, so confused. Though there's a suggestion of understanding that crosses his expression at mention of this month's primary class, it doesn't actually do a great deal to provide understanding. It's enough, though, maybe, because he reaches again for Teris' arm, meeting her gaze squarely, and with a distinct hint of sympathy. "Come on," said firmly. "It's obviously bothering you, so you may as well get it all out. And that makes it, by the way, not stupid at all." If it's any consolation, Teris is guiding the conversation and she's confused, too. She eyes him taking her arm, then him for his words, a little hesitantly. But she nods and doesn't protest, forgetting about her drink entirely for the moment. She doesn't wait to try explaining herself, though, offering, "Someone said I should just get it out of the way. That it's not a big deal. And it doesn't feel right but I can't think of any reason to disagree." Teris, ever practical, has probably given it a decent amount of thought, too. K'del swallows; he is /so/ probably not the best person to be having this conversation with Teris. But he is, and, impressively, it's enough for him to take charge: he gathers up both of their drinks in one hand, while the other holds on to Teris' arm, and, without immediately answering her remarks, leads her firmly towards the nook at the furthest corner of the Snowasis. The drinks get set down again, he sits, and only then does he say, honestly, "Got a couple of things to say to that. Reckon your someone is both right and wrong, to be honest." He looks as though he's about to launch into something long-- but first, he reaches for his drink to take another sip. No protest from the weyrling, surprisingly, to be led off in such a manner. Teris seems surprised, just slightly, by the being led at all. Maybe just because it's K'del. But once they're there, she settles down, across from him, and reaches for her own drink to pull closer though she doesn't do anything else with it. "How so?" she prompts even if he doesn't look like he has more to say anyway. She takes a moment to undo her jacket but she doesn't take it off yet. K'del leans forward, both forearms resting on the table, once he's finished taking his sip. His gaze lingers on Teris' expression, his lips drawing into a rueful kind of smile before he begins to explain. "You can't avoid it forever. Not now. So-- sure, on one hand, makes sense to get it over with, done, because you absolutely ought to do it before she goes up. Without question. /But/, in my opinion? Doing it because you have to to be prepared is almost as bad as only doing it because it's a flight and you don't have a choice. That seems really sad to me, when it should be-- ought to be about /want/." It's a rambling kind of answer, but earnest. "I think it's been rather clear that we don't exactly see eye to eye on this sort of thing," Teris points out with a small sigh. She watches him just a moment longer, then glances out to let her gaze skim over those in the bar right now. "Wanting doesn't just happen out of thin air. And the men that I've had any sort of want for aren't really the sorts of men I could have." Which might be the main reason she could want them. At least it suggests that somewhere in there is some vague hint of a libido. Maybe. She arches a brow as she returns her attention to him, curious if he has some ramble for that, too, perhaps. K'del accepts that first remark with a bland expression, head tipping forward as his shoulders shrug. He keeps watching Teris as she looks away; he doesn't even seem embarrassed about being caught in his scrutiny when she glances back. "It can't just be sex for you, can it?" He doesn't wait for an answer - apparently, he's decided he knows the answer to that. "And therein lies the problem. With this. Can't talk about the whole relationship thing; guess I'm really not the person for that. And-- I guess I don't really get it. Like you're deliberately making this difficult for yourself." "That's the thing, though, isn't it? I don't want... that." Teris seems almost uncharacteristically earnest about that. "It's not about the relationship. I don't want a relationship in the sense that... well, maybe not that you'd understand but most people." It's not meant as a slight for all that it might sound like one. She's probably more frustrated than she lets herself sound but then, in a moment of apparent impulse, Teris says, "K'del. Will you?" She pauses and her eyes shift toward the table before they return to his face. "Will you help me take care of this?" Apparently unconcerned by the slight-that-probably-isn't, K'del opens his mouth respond-- and then shuts it again with a snap as Teris continues. He looks... surprised. Maybe even more surprised than he was at the beginning of this conversation. Maybe even a lot more. "You know I will," he says, quickly, as if by hurrying he intends to reassure her that his surprise doesn't mean what, in theory, if he were someone else, it could mean. "Of course." Beat. "Now? Or--?" Teris can probably understand the surprise to some extent. It's not as though she's unaware of herself and how she is sometimes. The last makes her hesitate, clearly thinking as she studies his face as though she expects it to tell her something important. "Why not now?" The question could be aimed toward herself as easily as him. "Unless you have some prior arrangement that should take precedence?" Isn't it great how she makes it sound like some business deal? K'del's gaze kind of narrows in as though he's confused all over again, and then, hurriedly, he's shaking his head. "Of course not. Now is fine. Now is /good/. I just-- I wanted to make sure." Only now, he looks slightly awkward, as though he's not sure how to proceed; he glances at his mug, and then back up again. "Should we-- your place? Mine?" Now, despite his best efforts (such as they are), even he seems to be talking about it like a transaction. "Yours," Teris can answer that question without any thinking at all. Not thinking might be something she should try more often, really, but it's probably not going to stick for long. She reaches for her glass, swallows the last bit that's in there, then starts shifting to rise. "This isn't going to work if I have to tell you to relax, to be yourself. Just pretend I'm--" Well, pretending she's a regular might not work either. She doesn't finish the thought but she starts moving to drop her glass off at the bar. Eyes rolling, K'del gets up off his seat to follow Teris towards the front of the bar. "Not that dumb," he promises her, as they walk, keeping his voice pitched low. /His/ drink isn't even finished, but it's bound to be cold by now; he abandons it without a second glance. And then he offers his arm again, a gentleman escorting a lady back to his den of deb-- er weyr. Cheerfully; "Usually, I make use of some dark corners on the way back, but-- guess we'll skip that this time." Teris doesn't even give him a doubtful look for that right now. She's pleased enough that he's so willing to follow her that she even smiles at that last and takes his arm. She /is/ a lady, after all. "/This/ time. Does that mean you want it turning into a regular thing?" She doesn't say whether or not she intends it to be that but she's not upset about the thought, either, so that's something. Since she knows the way perfectly well and she's that sort of person, she doesn't just let him lead her along but keeps pace easily and walks with him. K'del doesn't seem to mind not being able to do the leading, and of the rest? Laughingly; "Don't count my chickens with you. What happens-- happens. Meant more, would probably do that if I was picking up a random girl in the bar, or on a date or something. Can't see you as the type to canoodle in corners, though." He glances at her, as if gauging her reaction, but doesn't add anything more. As they head up the stairs into his weyr, he adds, "Want another drink? Or-- straight to it?" As they walk, Teris eyes some corners that may have been put to use at one time or another. But she makes no move or comment to do likewise. Not right now, at least. "What sort of type do you see me as?" she wonders out loud, turning her attention toward him for the answer with more than a little curiosity. "Maybe a drink," she admits. "I don't want... too much, though." She looks like she might say more, maybe she doesn't want him to have too much either, but she doesn't say it. K'del's gaze is measuring as he considers Teris. Finally, with a shrug: "Not the type who likes their personal life played out in places that're all but public. The rest-- harder to tell." For now. And, okay, there's a flicker of anticipation in his expression for that. He accepts her decision with a bob of the head, withdrawing his arm once they're inside, so that he can head towards the whiskey bottle and glasses. As he pours - two glasses, with a finger's width of whiskey in each - he promises, "Won't get you drunk. Got no intention of that." His thoughts on the sort of person she is probably deserves some sort of acknowledgement but Teris doesn't offer anything outright. When he withdraws, she's left drawing in a slow breath and trying not to think too much. She continues along, walking toward the couch, but she doesn't sit once she gets there and instead turns back to look toward him. "Do you have any intentions? I can't imagine you've been expecting anything like this to happen. Not with me." Beat. "Or have you?" That question catches K'del as he's restoppering the bottle of whiskey; he pauses, raising his brows back to her for a moment, then shakes his head and continues. "No," is his answer, easy and straightforward. "Not really my thing: planning for unlikely events just in case. Tend to take things as they come. With this kind of thing, anyway." It's possibly not strictly true, but not far off it. The bottle stoppered, he picks up both glasses, extending one to Teris before he settles down on the couch with his own, beckoning her closer. "C'mere." Teris takes the glass and peers into it for a quiet moment. His beckoning voice tilts her attention back toward him but she doesn't move right away. Instead she considers him, takes a small sip to cover the hint of anxiety she can probably feel trying to find a foothold and, before it can, she's moving to settle in next to him. "I wish I could do that sometimes," is offered quietly, something she probably wouldn't be saying to just anyone, "Just take things as they come." The weyrling tilts her head toward him, chin lifted slightly, and glances at his lips. "Wish I could do it with more things," says K'del, with a rueful, self-effacing smile. "Everything else in my life. So easy to overthink, isn't it?" His free hand, the one not holding his drink, reaches around with the obvious intention of sneaking behind her to draw her closer still. Leaning in, he adds in a softer voice, "Anyway, you seem to be doing okay, this afternoon." That doesn't entirely make sense, but, well, his leaning in seems intent on resulting in a kiss, unless she pushes him back, so maybe that won't matter. Considering she's here with a specific purpose in mind, Teris doesn't seem to mind when K'del is trying to draw her in closer. And the attempt at a kiss? She meets him almost eagerly. This is something she has some experience with, after all. It's familiar and far more comfortable than thinking about how she plans on ending their encounter. She even shifts slightly so she doesn't have to twist too awkwardly and her free hand lifts to brush his cheek. Finally, "I think I'm doing pretty well." How long has it been since the first (and only) time this pair kissed? A long time. So maybe that's why K'del can't help but grin when this one finally ends. "/Very/ well," he tells her, firmly, before taking another sip from his glass, and then setting the glass down altogether. It gives him another hand to play with, one that aims to trace lightly from Teris' shoulder downwards, until his hand comes to rest on her thigh. For some reason his praise makes Teris smile slowly and there's a glimmer of her usual confidence back in her expression as she watches his face. Her eyes only waver briefly, closing for a moment, when his hand ends on her thigh. She downs the rest of the whiskey she has, which is certainly distracting for her, and she notes offhandedly as she reaches without moving too much to set the glass down somewhere safe, "I was always wearing a skirt when I... thought about this. I wouldn't have to take it off." "You /thought/ about this." Even if that doesn't necessarily mean she was thinking about it with him, it seems to please K'del, whose gaze lingers on Teris contentedly. "But really, I'm glad you're not. Always rather having the opportunity to actually undress someone." Once her glass is safely stowed, he leans in for another kiss, and during this one, that hand of his begins making an attempt to explore under her shirt. "Not often," she amends quickly-- maybe a little too quickly. And Teris has a look for this concept of undressing in front of someone else. It's doubtful and can't help being vaguely worried. But she still has a lingering smile on her lips when he leans in for another kiss and there's only brief surprise, a flex of her abdomen and a quick inhale, when his hand touches skin under her shirt. She doesn't try to push him away but she does attempt to wiggle out of her light coat before a hand is moving to guide his higher. And there's nothing beneath her shirt but his hand. It's no doubt hard to see, but K'del is almost certainly pleased by the encouragement his hand gets: certainly, he's more than happy to be guided higher, and to turn explorations into happy discovery. It should come as no surprise that he's quite good at this, his fingers practiced. He breaks the kiss - eventually - but keeps his face close, watching; "Should we--?" His head tips in the general direction of the bedroom. There are even some unconscious compliments to K'del's talent from Teris in the way she breathes or makes some small sound or returns his kiss. She draws in a deeper breath when it breaks but there's no being lost in the moment for her and she glances toward that direction. There's enough time for her to consider one way or the other before she gives her head a nod and starts shifting to move away from him after one last quick kiss. It's almost playful for her, the way she goes. K'del keeps his silence, during this exchange, though his expression gives a lot of his thinking away: he seems distinctly pleased by Teris' responses to everything thus far, and, without question, is rather enjoying himself. Isn't it nice when doing something for someone can give personal benefit? In the bedroom, the bed is - thankfully - made, and with clean sheets, too, and the bronzerider doesn't hesitate in sitting down on the end of it, removing his boots and socks. When K'del comes into the room, Teris is looking around with some small bit of curiosity. Shortly after he sits, though, she's on the bed, pulling off her shoes and coming up behind him to wrap her arms around his torso and trail small kisses along his neck and shoulder. Her hands are looking for the bottom of his shirt and if she finds it, she'll try to pull it up over his head. "Are you usually in charge here, too?" K'del lets out a contented little 'mm' of pleasure on receipt of those kisses, dropping his second boot-and-sock to the floor with a light thud. The bottom of his shirt is easy to find, and he makes the removal process even easier, lifting his arms. As she speaks, he makes an attempt at turning his head back to look at her; his brows raise. "Depends. Sometimes yes, sometimes no. If you want to take charge-- by all means." But now that his shirt is off, despite his words, he's shifting around to try and do the same for her. "You're very predictable," Teris returns but there's a lack of bite to the comment. It's probably part of the reason she's here in the first place, after all. There's probably some sense that she thinks she knows what to expect from him. And even if she expects the whole reciprocation of shirt removal, it still makes her tense up despite herself without quite resisting, helping stiffly. She watches his face very carefully once her shirt is out of the way, though, licking her lips and shifting slightly up the bed. K'del's grin is boyish; "I consider that one of my more endearing qualities." He can't possibly be unaware of that stiffness as he removes her shirt; that's probably why, once it's off, he doesn't really seem to pay much attention-- instead, he crawls after her, drawing her back into his arms so that he can lay them both down, and kiss her soundly. Again. He's lying more next to her than on top of her, though one leg extends to tangle with hers, just lightly. The kissing does seem to ease her back into a more relaxed frame of mind. Poor K'del. Teris seems agreeable enough for the entanglement and the way she trembles probably has more to do with anticipation than anxiety. She's the one that draws back from the kiss, though, one hand moving to fumble with the fastening of his pants as she leans up over him slightly with the help of her other. She doesn't go trying to touch anything past that point, instead staying above the belt, so to speak, and exploring in her own way with a hand at his stomach and lips and teeth at his chest. She would be a biter. The only reaction her teeth get is a somewhat gutteral sound of approval: biting, then, is a-okay. While she keeps herself occupied with that, and now that she's made a start on his pants, he takes care of the rest of it, lifting his hips only as much as he absolutely has to to wiggle them free. It's not very graceful, but, well-- it gets the job done. Eventually. At which points, his hands are finally free again to get back to previously abandoned explorations. It's a nice sound and Teris seems like she might want to try making him recreate it but instead she pauses entirely when he starts to explore again, her eyes doing the roaming that her hands wouldn't. That involuntary tremble is back and it makes her lay back to take a couple careful breaths like she'll try to make it go away by pure force of will. It doesn't help a whole lot. "I'm okay," she murmurs as though he might think she's not, though. K'del's hands still as she trembles and lays back like that, despite all assurances. His eyes are on her, gauging silently for several moments, before he leans in to kiss her. Hey - it's worked so far! Of course, his actual state of complete undress /would/ be a little hard to ignore at this point, it's true. It's not as long a kiss as some of the others, this one, and as he withdraws, he puts in his own murmur: "You're doing beautifully." Teris offers him a reassuring sort of smile that's even mostly convincing. And she's good at faking that but right now might be a little much for her to manage that so it's probably even genuine. The kiss and his words have some sort of desired outcome, at least, and she moves one hand, then the other to shakily work at her own pants. "Help," she whispers, closing her eyes and maybe trying to ignore the fact that this sort of help will eventually end up with her being naked. It's not with words that K'del responds to that request, but with actions: he reaches for one hand and then the other, setting them aside so as to give himself full access. Instead of going straight for the pants, though, he takes his time, pressing kisses all the way down Teris' torso until he gets to her remaining clothes. He doesn't even try and use his teeth for that: that's what hands are for, taking their sweet time in drawing the rest of her clothes away until, finally, they're both entirely naked. The way she breathes evens and deepens somewhat and Teris arches her back just slightly to press up into those kisses. There's some obvious hesitance to help with the removal of clothes but not enough to keep her from it entirely. She shifts and lifts her hips and once everything's gone, the weyrling is laying there, eyes closed, feet flat on the bed with her knees pressed together. "I'm making this awful, aren't I," she whispers without opening her eyes. Considering her in general, it's probably difficult to tell whether she means for him or for her. K'del doesn't answer that remark directly, but crawls back up to settle down beside Teris, drawing her into his arms. "You're doing beautifully," is his promise, made in a kind of husky voice that suggests that he, at least, hasn't been turned off by any of it. And then, as if to prove it, he begins to pepper her with kisses: lips, cheeks, ears, neck - wherever he can reach. Meanwhile, his hands trace curves and shadows on her bare skin, more encouraging than teasing. Hopefully. "Sure you say that to all the girls," she says back almost reflexively but in a quietly distracted sort of voice. She likes the kisses, though, so Teris isn't complaining too much right this moment. Far from it, perhaps. She's relaxing under hands and lips, body moving with ever so slightly awkward grace beneath the attention as though to encourage more. Her hand still resist their own exploration, one curling slightly into the bed covers. "Only when it's true," is K'del's response, murmured into her collar bone between light kisses. His kisses trail slightly lower again, his mouth settling in to pay dutiful attention to her breasts; while this goes on, one knee aims to slide in between her legs, to draw them just slightly apart without - hopefully - de-relaxing her all over again. Hopefully. "That works," comes breathily before Teris is left sucking in a small gasp and arching just noticeably into that attention. Her free hand, the one not busy with the covers, moves toward the back of his head, curling against hair and, by all appearances, she's not noticing the rest enough to put all his hard work up to this point to waste. She lets his knee do what it intends on doing. K'del would probably smile if, well, his mouth wasn't otherwise occupied. Alas! His hand is occupied, too, creeping lower-- below the belt, as it were, towards previously unexplored territory now made more accessible by the presence of his knee. His gaze slides upwards first, though, watching; his breath is warm as he asks, softly, "How're you doing?" Teris is nodding her head a little quickly as she says, "I'm fine," at a similar tempo. "Good," because reassurance is needed all around, apparently. Hopefully her heartbeat doesn't sound as loud to him as it does to her. She's definitely a little flushed and it can't all be the previous alcohol's fault even if it's likely that's what she'd blame if she had a chance. "You?" she asks, sounding awkwardly uncertain about asking it. "'Fine'," teases K'del, keeping his gaze tipped upwards towards Teris. "Only fine? Have to try harder, then. That mean I'm not making you want me, yet?" His words provide accompaniment to his actions, fingers continuing their southwards path, with gently stroking gestures, almost certainly designed to tease. "/I/ am more than fine, anyway. Rather more focused on you, though." This being his Good And Selfless Deed for the day (or something). "Is that what you're trying to do?" Teris asks, a smile pulling at her lips as she lifts her head enough to glance down at him. "Trying to make me want you." She sounds slightly amused by it for some reason but the touch is too distracting for that to last for long. "I didn't really expect that from you," she admits, despite their earlier conversation, but the tone of her voice suggests it's a nice surprise. K'del's brows raise: "Didn't expect me to take the time for that? That'd be counter intuitive, from my end." He doesn't specify exactly what he means by that, instead redoubling his efforts-- onwards! A moment later, he adds, "This is all kind of new for me, to be honest. Mostly-- well. Guess most of my partners are different kinds of girls." Experienced ones. Inappropriate time to talk about this? Oh, maybe. Redoubled efforts earn a little sound from Teris, pleasantly surprised by that, too, evidently. The rest of what he says unravels some of that hard won relaxation, though. "Don't really want to start thinking about all of the girls you've been with," she says to him. "Particularly not--" but she doesn't finish that thought. It's probably clear enough anyway what she'd intended. "Hey," says K'del, quickly, not abandoning the work is hand is doing, but stretching up to get closer to her anyway. His head leans in close; he looks like he's about to kiss her, but first: "Here with you, aren't I? Doing my best to make sure /you/ feel good. And you do, don't you? My fingers... my mouth." And then he /does/ kiss her - long and hard. "Yes," Teris whispers once she catches a breath in the wake of his kiss. She can't honestly deny that he's here and making her feel good but she can still murmur, "You'd be here with anyone." It's not protest or anything, almost resignation. Except once it's said, she shifts her hips in a way that can really only be taken as encouraging and seeks another kiss. Kisses! More kisses. Lots of kisses, even - K'del forestalls having to answer any of that by continuing the kissing for quite some time. That and everything else. Only, eventually, breathlessly drawing back, he adds, "Not so sure about that." Not these days? But it's a conversation for-- well, probably one not to have, to be honest. Then, softly; "You ready? Or more of this, first?" Is she ready? Teris' eyes can't help going a little wide, probably completely unconsciously, as quite a few answers flicker through her head but not past her lips. /Is/ she ready? It shouldn't be a difficult question, really, but she doesn't seem quite able to come up with any real answer for him other than that way she moves. Watching as closely as he is, K'del seems all too aware of those physical answers that aren't; he leans in to kiss her again, instead of saying anything, making it a long one, shifting subtly as he does so. He withdraws his hands, using them to prop himself up instead, then leans in for another kiss. As it ends, he promises, quietly, "I'll take it slow. Tell me-- if you need anything." She has to be aware of the kissing as a distraction thing. She seems to be encouraging it, even, as willing as she is to let it work so nicely. Or maybe K'del is just that good of a kisser. The world may never know! "Slow," Teris repeats quietly and she takes a deep breath before giving a very small nod of her head. If only everyone could see her look so vulnerable! If /everyone/ could see her look so vulnerable? The world might combust. It'd totally ruin things. At least K'del makes no reference to it, only smiling down at Teris as he positions himself, one hand on either side of her to prop himself up. "Nice and slow," he agrees, again, and: "Relax. You're in good hands." Even if he does say so himself. At least he's confident of it. Then, without any further warning, he - slowly, /really/ slowly - begins to inch his way in. And leans in for another kiss. /Totally/ a distraction thing. If it weren't for said kissing distractions, relaxing would probably be the absolute furthest thing from her mind right now. Even as it is, Teris doesn't relax completely, a hand of hers curling, nearly digging in at some points, against the back of his neck. The kissing isn't distraction enough to keep her from getting slightly distracted away from it and that's clear enough in the way she goes still more than once, not pulling away, before returning his kiss again. K'del doesn't seem to mind the nearly digging in - or, at least, doesn't object to it visibly. He shifts one hand to reach for her other one, to grab hold of it and squeeze, as he continues his slow, careful entrance. The kisses don't really end, except for the occasion pause for breath, and, eventually, a breathless, genuine, "Sorry if it hurts at all." "Shh," Teris murmurs tersely. It might just be for that particular comment, though, since she hasn't really objected to much talking until now. She can't help the way she goes noticeably tense once he reaches a certain point, though, and she breaks away from lips to try burying her face in close to his neck, breath ragged, possibly anxious but it's difficult to tell exactly. Hint taken. K'del shuts up, goes back to kissing, at least until she breaks away from him. He shifts again, making an effort to hold her close, one arm wrapping around her as best it can given his present condition; it's probably intended to be comforting. His eyes close as he does this, as if he's having to steel himself to his task: slowly, carefully, he keeps on inching on, until - finally - he's all the way in, and comes to a halt. The way she breathes is a little too fast but by the time he comes to a halt, Teris has her legs wrapped around him, a hand at the back of his neck and the other somewhere lower on his back. It's not quite clinging but, especially for her, it probably seems close enough that it doesn't matter. She tilts her head against his neck, just hot breath against skin at first but then a kiss there turns into a sharp, experimental nip. K'del's breath catches on receipt of that nip, and definitely in a good way. He apparently takes it as his cue, drawing back so that he can begin thrusting, as one of his hands lifts to tangle in her air, the other still propping him up as best it can. Not quite so much with the slow, now; but then, his breathing is more urgent, now. At first Teris seems to be with him, seems to want him, even. But it's almost as though between one thrust and the next, something changes. She panics, quiet initially. Breath catches in her throat like she can't quite do it right and her hands move for his chest to push against him slightly. "Wait," she whispers, maybe not quite sure, then her voice gets a little louder, more anxious, "Stop. Get off." She pushes more urgently at that. As focused as he is at this point, K'del doesn't seem to notice the change in Teris immediately. It's not until she pushes - and even then, it's the second, more urgent push that /really/ gets his attention. His confusion is obvious in his expression, and the "Huh?" that escapes his mouth, but he complies: withdrawing, rolling over. He stays there for a moment, gaze focused on the wall, catching his breath, then casts a careful glance back. Teris sucks in a gasp when he's gone as though his presence was all that was standing in the way of her being able to breathe properly. A hand lifts to cover her face and she's probably trying desperately to recompose herself. After a moment, she glances toward him, expression hard to read though she murmurs a quick, "I'm sorry." Following the words, she's pushing herself up to lean over him, then a leg moves up and over so that she's straddling his waist. She closes her eyes and already seems more at ease but she doesn't offer explanation or anything else just yet. K'del's "It's okay," seems genuine enough, in between heavy breaths as K'del pushes his sweat-dampened curls back from his face. Genuine-- but confused and concerned, undeniably. His gaze lingers on Teris as she straddles his waist, but he doesn't say anything else for the moment. One hand, warily, reaches out to rest on her arm, asking the question that he doesn't have words for: are you okay? "I'm better now," Teris tells him. She finally opens her eyes and looks down at him, shifting herself back and moving her other hand to touch his arm in turn. "I just--" But she pauses because she's not exactly sure how to explain what just happened. Maybe she's not entirely sure herself or she just doesn't want to share that much. "Do you want me to go?" she asks, suggesting, at least, that she doesn't feel any overwhelming need to run away. The reassurance that she's okay seems to be most of what K'del needs right now-- he doesn't push for an explanation. His breathing has largely evened out by now, though it takes him a few more moments of silence before he can completely (more or less) compose himself. "Only if you want to," he tells her, then, firmly. "Entirely up to you." Teris is left looking down at him, studying his face and watching for anything that might be in his expression that says anything other than what he actually says. If she finds anything, though, she doesn't say. One of her hands moves behind her to touch what she's been avoiding giving much attention until now but she's still watching his face as she explores. If he's frustrated, K'del is doing a decent job of covering it up. But that frustration would probably be understandable. Instead, he tries for a smile-- one that turns slightly, his eyes closing, as her hand reaches to touch him like that. He lets out a low breath, but beyond that, doesn't say anything. Exploration turns somewhat more purposeful when Teris holds him so she can guide as she shifts her hips to give him a somewhat more definitive, if slow-going, answer to whether she's going or not. Evidently not. She continues watching his face, gasping through parted lips as she settles and the only wince she has is gone after a moment. There's hope yet! The only audible response to any of this is the sound of K'del's breath, gone heavy again - and so quickly! Apparently, it really doesn't take much for him to jump back into action, as it were, after such an interuption. He doesn't move much, either, letting Teris take the lead, the action; his hips shift slightly, though, and he reaches out to put a hand on each of her hips: for now, just resting there, gently. Teris moves experimentally and her gaze finally breaks away from his face so her head can rock back and she can let out a long sigh. She's much more relaxed from this vantage point and that doesn't change when his hands find her hips. One of her hands move to his chest, resting lightly and helping to support her as she rocks her hips. Her other hand finds a resting spot over one of his, encouraging him, the vastly more experienced, to help her find a rhythm here. A smile steadily begins to curve around K'del's expression at all these developments, and particularly at that long sigh. Correctly reading her intent in that encouragement, he uses his hands to guide her hips, whilst matching the movement of his own to meet. it's a slow rhythm at first, but one that gets steadily faster - along with his breathing. /His/ gaze stays on her, watching, always, though he remains silent. Something must be right because Teris doesn't panic again. In fact, she lets herself get a little lost in the sensations, the sounds and movement until there's a different sort of tension building. It's probably the sort he's familiar with, the sort that throws off any rhythm she'd had herself entirely and makes her cry out a surprised sound when it snaps. His name is there somewhere in what follows, though she doesn't seem to be talking to him directly. It doesn't take K'del much longer than that-- nicely timed, really, but perhaps not surprising given everything. /His/ reaction is something more akin to a long, ragged gasp, but it's no less obvious for what it is, ultimately. After that, there's just breathing, his eyes shut, while his hands rise from her hips to offer what is probably intended as a hug, to draw her in. If she wants. His smile, though? Distinctly satisfied. And perhaps relieved. And-- maybe just content. Teris kind of melts into his arms when he offers the opportunity, her arms tucking up between them with her head settling against his shoulder. She'll probably come around soon enough and slip back into much more familiar tendencies but for now she's a content girl, trying to catch her breath, with a guy she trusts. "Thank you," she murmurs, finally, maybe a little distantly yet. One of K'del's hands strokes Teris' hair idly, whilst the other simply wraps around her, snuggly and content. That's probably as much activity as he can manage at this point; this doesn't seem to bother him. "My pleasure," he tells her, his own tone soft- it's almost certainly genuine, but it carries less of the weight many of his statements have, this afternoon. |
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