Logs:Come Hither Vibes

Come Hither Vibes
"I'm everybody's type."
RL Date: 22 September, 2015
Who: Edyis, Yesia
Involves: High Reaches Weyr
Type: Log
What: Akluseth makes his first catch in Aeaeth's second flight.
Where: Guest Weyr, High Reaches Weyr
When: Day 20, Month 11, Turn 38 (Interval 10)

Mentions: Everett/Mentions, H'vier/Mentions, Jo/Mentions

OOC Notes: A little NSFW-y.


Gauzy ribbons of playful silver and pink had marked the moment when Aeaeth had decided the time was right to fly. She'd spent her days glowing this time as she had her last: sprawled on a large protrusion of rock in the lake, her tail flicking restlessly in and out of the water and her hide glowing with very subtle tones of her lust. She had done it right this time. Yesia had a hormonal breakdown of sobs on the first day and was given leave for the second and third, and on the fourth Aeaeth descended onto the feeding grounds, blooded two beasts properly and used their stolen strength to take the skies. She'd sang, gloriously, beautifully at her suitors, twisting and twining through them but never retracing her flight path. Never losing height. And it was easier, with Yesia there. Not Yesia on the ground, recalcitrant and pulling, wrestling to keep her control. They'd gone high and fast, and it was how it was meant to be. Fathomless depths respond to her song, refracting light and colour off the shapes of thousands of silver fishes, dancing in her light. All sound and fury, Akluseth launches into the air after her. Powerful bulk and liquid grace pitched against his opponents, never losing sight of her. Edyis barely had enough time to lose his straps before she felt his tides pull her under. Aggressive, passionate and utterly lost to the glory of flight. But all things must come to an end, yes; Aeaeth had no choice to make, this time. She flew until she flagged and fell, twisted to be caught, and her ribbons met familiar waters with an orchestral crescendo of joy as she twined with Akluseth. Wholly and truly with her, Yesia paid no mind to the result. By the time it wears off, Yesia is sleeping soundly with a peaceful expression, tousled and satisfied. Half the blankets are wrapped around her without the intention of covering anything, and Aeaeth sleeps soundly against Akluseth, curled into a small ball with her head beneath his chin. She rouses slowly, and stretches her long wings carefully. And Yesia stretches, in tandem with her lifemate even now, towards the headboard with the pleased luxuriousness of a cat. His strength buoys her, his waters dappled with brilliant rays of color and the joyous dance of shipfish. When all is ended, Akluseth rumbles softly, craning his neck to nuzzle his prize if the green allows. The brown has the draconic version of an idiot's grin plastered over his countenance, and his watery tenor is suffused with silvery dancing bubbles. « That. Was. Awesome. » He's stretched out, curled as protectively around the green as she allows, shifting and adjusting for her comfort, but utterly content to be at her side just the same. His rider, however, is another matter entirely. Edyis holds perfectly still as the last of the flight haze leaves her system, and her lifemate's mental giggling is enough to alert her to the precariousness of the situation. Her knuckles felt bruised, which meant she'd probably punched someone, or something. As usual, her memory was too hazed to recall. One eye creeps open at long last, still holding still as a stone, peering over to see just who she'd landed in bed with. At seeing Yesia, only two words can possibly come to mind. "Well, fuck." Maybe, just maybe, if she doesn't move the redheaded she-demon won't wake up fully. There's a careful tip of her chin, to assess for damages, and slowly, oh so slowly she's inching away from the pleasantly proportioned redhead. Feeling blindly for her pants, « Probably should grab your underwear first, then the pants. » The brown supplies unhelpfully. « Obviously, » Aeaeth chimes cheerfully. Her orchestra has settled to a gentle strings section, to compliment her bubbly soprano, multiplying by exponents as her consciousness soars and she shakes the last of her own flight lust. That the greenpair basks in it is clear, because Aeaeth's tail flick up and over, to twine with Akluseth's in teasing flirtation. « Is she leaving? » is, then, part and parcel of Yesia's movements reaching their termination with an 'ah' of satisfaction before those big, hazel eyes open. The she-devil awakens, and doesn't seem terribly surprised by who shares the bed. Her fingers comb through the already ruffled hair at her temple then settle there, propping her head there, her elbow burying in her pillow. "Not even a goodbye." Akluseth is in good spirits, happy to twine tails, and just generally be affectionate. He's got a pretty girl beside him, what more could a green blooded dragon want right? There's a sharp intake of breath as those hazel eyes open, and whatever reaction Edyis had been expecting, it certainly wasn't that. "Um. Yes?" Drawling out the vowel in the last word. "Uh, unless I mean you want me stay or whatever. I mean, it's, ah, well, um." She stops reaching for the pants when she realizes they are on the other side of the room. "I didn't want to get stabbed." Her ears a little pink. Yesia's fingers twine through her hair, twisting curls between them absently, her head swaying with the motions. "If you want," she says, unspecific. The hand not knotted in her hair lifts limply, swaying as erratically as a dowsing rod, before flopping down on her hip, her forefinger extended to the end of the bed. "Your clothes are right there." Shift a few degrees to the left. "And there." And again, closer to the wall, "And there." There's a considering pause, a pursing of lips, and Yesia shifts the blankets to rummage through them then comes up with - yes - underpants. Not hers. Ed's. "And here. I don't have a knife." Edyis snatches the underpants from Yesia with near violent blushing. "Thanks." It's high pitched. "I, look, not that it wasn't fun, you just aren't really my type and I am pretty sure that I am not yours. Unless somewhere along the line I missed some critical development." She is slipping out of the covers, every inch of tattooed skin plainly visible as she pulls her underwear on. "And I expected a lot more yelling." Giving Yesia a queer look then as though someone has replaced her with an alien. "I'm everybody's type," Yesia says with a throaty chuckle, incredulous, and she stretches again. She doesn't replace the covers, for what little good they were doing before she freed Edyis' undergarments. Her yawn is contrived. "Can you stop by the Snowasis and get Everett, if you're going? Do you know Everett? I'm still..." Still half-lidded and flight lusted, not quite sated after one round but certainly disinclined to try and keep Edyis for company if she wants to go. "Yelling? Aeaeth's happy," which explains a lot, "and the last time, yelling just made me tired. It's better, if Aeaeth's happy." "You'd have to be taller, male, and have killer ink to be my type." Edyis states with an easy smile, tugging on her tunic. Not that she isn't wholly unappreciative of Yesia's charms, tugging at the hem of the tunic a little. "I can grab him for you I guess." Another shrug, unconvinced. "Who are you and what have you done with Yesia." Ed is definitely gawking at her now. Yesia tilts her head just so, an unspoken, if you say so gesture that attaches to her patronizing smile. "I'd rather it wasn't you anyways," the girl decides after an overt up and down look for Edyis, eyes lingering on the tattoos until they're covered, at which point her gaze wanders away -- the brownrider herself doesn't seem to be enough to keep her interest, especially as clothes pile on. "What are you talking about?" "Look, you are drop dead gorgeous, not to mention really smart." Edyis states, her tone lacking the patronizing effect. "But, one of my best friends has this thing for you and I have a someone." Which is probably why she's pulling on those leather pants. "You, hate me I'm fairly sure." Edyis notes her brows lifting skyward. "And you kind of have this come hither vibe going on, It is really confusing." "Then go find Everett," Yesia orders, her brows knitting and lines coming out on her forehead in her consternation. It's not an expression she commits to. She doesn't have the energy or the attention span. "Because I'm bored, and I'm still horny, and Aeaeth wants to know if Akluseth can stay, by the way." The hand on her hip slips forward, sensuous. Exactly where it's going is perfectly clear, the blankets twisted as they are and covering so little. "I suppose you could send H'vier. Unless you're going to come hither, like you said. I don't like you," confirmed, "but if you're here, and you're just going to stand there asking me questions...." She trails off on a breathy sigh. She almost barks out a 'Yes, ma'am,' half hopping across the floor as she tries to wiggle into those rather tight leather pants that seem less than eager to comply with Edyis's wish to not be naked. Movement draws her eye and immediately heat flushes her face as Yesia further proves her hardship. Naturally this reminds Edyis of her own unsatiated needs, and short circuits her brain, trying to get out the door to find someone to assist the greenrider, and trying to get her pants on at the same time, except she trips. « Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere. She can deal without me for a while. » Yesia laughs without malice when Edyis falls, her movements suspended in her mirth. « She'll hurt herself, » remarks the small green with a modicum of concern, but certainly not enough to disengage from Akluseth. Don't worry, Ed. Aeaeth cares. Yesia too, in her own special way. "I hope you don't fall down the stairs," doesn't exactly sound like she cares either way, but she also has more important matters to attend. Later there might be other concerns. Now? Just the one. The floor is actually more conducive to getting pants on Edyis discovers, And once the laces are tied she snags her boots and jacket from the spot where they landed. "Right. Uh. Everett." Still a little too high pitched. As for the traitor and his rumble of amusement, « She's actually quite sturdy. » Edyis flees then, presumably sometime shortly after someone arrives to assist Yesia with her concerns.

Comments

Jo (13:41, 22 September 2015 (PDT)) said...

Poor Ed. Always caught as a rock between a hard place. ;) Definitely a contrast to when Tacuseth won! An interesting read~

Yesia (13:46, 22 September 2015 (PDT)) said...

Shhhh, her first flight was a really troubling time, okay?

Alida (20:37, 22 September 2015 (PDT)) said...

Hahahahaha!

Edyis (22:00, 22 September 2015 (PDT)) said...

SHE WAS HITTING ON ME, I CAN'T DEAL WITH THIS WEIRDNESS!!

Hopefully Everett took one for the team~~

Everett (10:04, 23 September 2015 (PDT)) said...

There are some sacrifices he is absolutely prepared to make.

Edyis (17:11, 23 September 2015 (PDT)) said...

Really, well then Everett you are a gentelman and a scholar and I shall keep you in mind for all future terrifying greenrider needs.