Logs:Comfortable and Honest
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| RL Date: 10 July, 2016 |
| Who: Edyis, Jocelyn, Akluseth, Aidavanth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Pillow talk and confessions in the aftermath of Aidavanth's flight. |
| Where: Jocelyn's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 25, Month 3, Turn 41 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Lys/Mentions, N'rek/Mentions |
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| Dark curls pool out in a fan over the pillows, the rise and fall of her chest still rapid as she lays there, the spell of the flight slowly wearing off as Edyis becomes aware of her surroundings. Clothes are strewn about the room like leaves and Edyis realizes awkwardly that the body she has an arm and leg tangled around still protectively belongs to none other than Jocelyn. The brownrider swallows hard. Her lifemate, however, cannot be more pleased with himself, content to curl up with his mate, sharing thoughts of shimmering blue currents and thousands of colorful fish dance along them contentedly. He will stay with her as long as she allows, tail twined over hers. At last, Edyis is brave enough to break the silence. "Are you okay?" Jocelyn is still floating somewhere between asleep-and-not - at least until Edyis's question starts pulling her back to alertness, even if Aidavanth's satisfaction is still so very much present. She stiffens a little, under that arm and leg, and turns her head so that she can better stare at the brunette. "You're ... not Lys, " she says, clearly confused, a frown working its way over her visage before it begins to clear and turn to half-panic. "Edyis, oh Faranth." 'Awkward' might be the understatement of the turn to describe her expression as she just lays there, trying to process. "I don't think you hurt me, if that's what you're asking, " she says at some length, shifting experimentally. "Just the - usual sort of soreness - " And even that trails off awkwardly, now that the brownrider probably has a pretty good idea of with whom she tends to experience the usual after-effects. Shaky inhale, shaky exhale; tentatively, "You're alright? Aidavanth's - pleased." To Akluseth, Aidavanth radiates drowsy satisfaction, her warm, flowing presence all but restored to its usual humor. For his dancing fish, she adds little bubbles that float along with them, curled as closely about him as she can manage. He can, so far as she's concerned, stay every bit as long as he likes. "No, I am not." Her expression becoming a mask, even as her fingers will make small soothing movements wherever they can touch the goldrider's skin. She studies Jocelyn quietly for a moment. "I don't just mean the physical side of it, though I am glad that I wasn't too rough." There's a smile at the question, "I've gotten pretty well accustomed to flights by this point. Akluseth too is pleased, more than even. I doubt you will be able to pry him from her ledge for a long time." She moves to plant a kiss lightly on the woman's forehead if Jocelyn allows it. "So you and Lys. I would never have guessed." Though perhaps it did explain a few things about the greenrider. "I suppose this is the part where we either decide to go a second round or talk very carefully about boundaries and expectations?" Bubbles and fish, lights dancing in the waves, that drowsy sense of contentment is there long after the brown drifts into a comfortable sleep, content at the side of his mate. (To Aidavanth from Akluseth) It's easier to feel vulnerable in the aftermath of having let passions run their course, and perhaps that's why Jocelyn doesn't move away from the intended kiss, instead letting out a long, shuddering breath. "I don't know. I've never - there truly is no experience to equal it, is there?" And yet, there's something rueful that touches her expression after. "Even with someone you care about." Slowly, one hand lifts to brush against the other woman's shoulder in an experimental, almost-caress. "Do you want boundaries and expectations, Edyis? Is that what you normally implement with your partners?" They're quiet questions, followed by the search of brown eyes by bluer ones. "No there is nothing quite like it because it's both halves of you rather than just one." The brownrider agrees gently. "Though that doesn't make those times with someone you care about mean any less." The caress draws a soft smile, though the question fades its edges. She pulls Jocelyn closer reaching to pull a blanket over both of them. She is silent for a while before she answers. "It isn't a question of want, but as far as expectations Akluseth's never sired a clutch before so I will need some guidance there." She pauses, somehow the moment allowing her to admit things she might not otherwise. "I fell in love with a man once, and neither one of us wanted to be the one who asked too much. We were both riders, both had duties to our respective weyrs. We passed it off as just sex but somewhere along the line, I fell in love with him without realizing it. We danced around defining what the rules and boundaries were and in the end I wound up hurting him and myself in the process." Those eyes as dark as ink glisten a little but the glisten does not become tears. "What I want is for you to always tell me if I cross a line Jocelyn. I want you to be comfortable enough to be honest with me. Tell me if you want or need anything of me. I swear to do my best to abide it." "Aidavanth's never produced a clutch before, " says Jocelyn, mouth twitching faintly, "so we'll both be learning as we go along. I have a general idea of how to proceed, but I don't know yet how she will be when they arrive." There's a glance off in the direction of the outer portion of her weyr, followed by a little shrug for wherever the dragonpair may have settled. "These things are always - difficult, " she responds slowly after Edyis finishes her account. "I can't say I've done any better. I asked for too much, too soon and no matter how much I do care, it ultimately hasn't been very fair. To either party." Carefully, the redhead turns onto her side without pushing Edyis's arm and leg away, the better to regard the other rider. "I'm not very good at this sort of thing, but I'd hazard a guess that we're both being - at least somewhat comfortable and rather honest, right here and now." Another look tips over to some of the tattoos within her field of vision, before considering their owner soberly. "Your wants are equally important. What - do you want?" The response causes Edyis's own mouth to twitch in kind. The dance of flames up her ribcage, The knotted oak on the back of her shoulder, each one tells a story, each one a work of art. Edyis traces a thumb delicately over the pale line of Jocelyn's jaw. Leaning in she attempts to press her own mouth against Jocelyn's for just a moment before; "I am up for exploring all kinds of options, or not exploring them as the case may be, and right now I would very much like the honor of pleasuring you again." Surprised, it takes Jocelyn a moment to react to that brief meeting of lips, but she manages to faintly return the peck before Edyis resumes speaking. Gently, questing fingertips extend to trace what she can reach of the outline of those flames before the redhead gives an almost-embarrassed exhale, a little smile. "I'm honored that you see it as an honor, " she quips. "I'd - like that, too. Being close again after what we've shared. Exploring. I don't know what time your duty begins tomorrow, but if it's easier to fall asleep here while they're similarly occupied, I won't mind." Poor Jaine already has multiple surprises awaiting her in the morning. The invitation is all that Edyis needs, content to indulge in that gentle exploration and fall asleep in Jocelyn's bed. Poor Jaine indeed. |
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