Logs:Sixteen-Turn Old Weyrleader (NSFW)
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| RL Date: 9 February, 2009 |
| Who: K'del, Milani |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: K'del provides Milani with an escape, but in between the pleasant, there's some very serious talk. |
| Where: K'del's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| K'del and Cadejoth's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr There's nothing particularly unusual about this mid-sized weyr, at least from first glance. To the left of the entrance is the same, low hearth typical of many weyrs at High Reaches, which keeps it snugly warm in winter, while in summer the high ceilings and stone walls provide a cool retreat. Opposite to the hearth is a desk made of fine, polished wood, with a comfortable chair that nearly matches, while to the back of the weyr is a double-sized wooden bed, also of a similar shade, as well as a simple washstand. A few glow lamps attached to the variegated stone walls provide light, as does a fine, oil-based reading lamp that sits on the desk, next to the stack of books and papers kept tidy with matching book-ends. The bed is made with fine sheets and down-filled pillows and blankets, all dyed in shades of navy blue, a paler blue, and bronze. Between the hearth and the desk on the opposite wall is a rug made up of neatly patterned blocks of primary colours, which sits not quite flat, as though something has gotten caught underneath. A set of straps hang from wall near the ledge, and, frequently, a jacket hangs from the back of the desk chair. Beyond this, there are few personal touches in this largely functional weyr. It's just past the full on dinner hour at the Reaches, though the sun set pretty early as winter creeps onward towards turnover. Milani made a point of closing up her office early and let one of the more senior assistants take the evening coordination shift instead of working well into the evening. She changed into something pretty then went out to the Bowl to intercept K'del before he came in for the meal, lifting a basket up and shooting him a winning, but questioning look. Now she lies flopped across his bed, nibbling on the last of an apple, head propped up on one hand. "Thanks for stealing me away this evening, Kas," she says sincerely. "There's no gathers to run away to nearby this late in the turn, but I really needed to get away." How could K'del resist a look like that? Now, with a pillow behind him, his legs sprawling over the bed's edge, he laughs. "My place is always open for you to escape to," he tells her, genuinely. He's eschewed the apples, and instead takes another sip from whatever it is in his mug, swirling the liquid through his cheeks before he swallows. "Though I think you did most of the stealing away on your own. /I/ just provided the hideaway. And the company, I suppose. Tough seven?" "Good. I like it up here," Milani says with a laugh and takes a last bite out of the apple, flips it neatly back into the basket and reaches down to hand-walk her torso upward and crawls up towards where K'del sprawls, curling up at his side. Teasing fingers play with the buttons on his shirt as she settles in place. "Mmm. I got into it with Tiriana, Giorda's been acting like the weight of the world is on her shoulders even though we're /done/ storing the tithes and she and Alieva have been sniping at each other all seven. How about you?" "And I like having you up here," responds K'del, watching as she crawls up, then curling his arm around her shoulder, fingers tracing vague circles. "Tiriana," he grimaces, his tone of voice speaking volumes about his opinion on the subject. "Don't know if it's even possible not to get into it with her. But. Wish those two would grow up." He must mean Giorda and Alieva, by that. "Wish everyone would. Oh, I've been all right, I guess. Feels like all I'm doing is waiting to be tapped, you know? And it seems like a lot of people around me are-- not /unhappy/, maybe. But in need of escape." His other hand lifts, to curl idly through her hair. "Which isn't a criticism. Just glad I can do /something/." Milani snuggles into that arm, smiling widely. "Good. Means I won't stop coming up any time soon. If at all, you know." She laughs a little, then wrinkles her nose up. "I tried to be nice, but she just ... takes everything so literally. I offered to help with her hides and she tried to dump the whole lot on me. I wasn't going to do her work /for/ her. And then she dropped my book on the ground. And said insulting things. I just hope that whenever Satiet retires, Lu's gold goes up first, because Tiriana would make a terrible Weyrwoman. All about scaring people into submission instead of doing the job." She sighs softly and plucks at another button, slips her fingers between two of them. "You'd think Giorda would be already. She's older than most of the rest of my assistants by a good five to ten turns." Another little face made and then she grins up at him. "Mmm. And you? Not unhappy, not needing any escapes?" The fingers of K'del's hand, the one about her shoulder, remain where they are, splayed out companionably. The others traipse down her neck, seeking skin, then slide down the length of her other arm. "Good," he grins. "Because if you stopped, I'd have to come find you, and drag you up here bodily." The teasing note in his face fades away as he adds, "Sounds like Tiriana. Faranth. Imagine: her, and N'thei. The poor Weyr." He's watching her button-plucking, amused, as his roving hand slides towards her waist, seeking to slide between clothes. "Some people never do, I suppose. Me? No, I'm all right. Stopped stressing out so much about Peirith, at least." He sounds rueful, for that. Milani shivers pleasantly under that touch and her eyes flutter closed for a moment as K'del's fingers wander. That very lovely expression changes to something pained, almost fearful as K'del mentions that combination of Weyrleader and Weyrwoman and Millie's hand drops, arm tightening around his middle. "Don't even want to imagine it Kas. She -- she threatened to kick me out of the Reaches if she ever became Weyrwoman. Sort of. And N'thei would back her, I'm sure." It's easy enough for him to slip his hand in under her untucked shirt though, a pretty little blousy affair, white, with blue embroidery and laces down the front, currently sliding off one shoulder. "I'm glad you're okay though. They didn't yell at you too much, did they? He's just eager. Young." That reaction, the pained one? Not what K'del is after right now. "Won't let it happen," he promises, his voice kept low, as his arm tightens around her, hugging her to him. "Even if I have to-- make Cadejoth shove Wyaeth out of the way, or something. Sure I could make him do that." Even if he couldn't stop the bronze from chasing, last time. His fingers trace over the skin of her stomach, then seeking upwards, slowly, teasingly. "No, not much. It was almost... unnerving. Expected worse. Cirse wants to see me, though, after Peirith clutches." And he sounds less certain about that. Milani smiles up at K'del fondly and shifts her own hand upward, slides it along his jawline. "Weyrleader at sixteen ..." she murmurs, "just to keep me? Kas, I'm touched," she says halfway between sincerity and teasing. There. Fingers to abdomen and Millie's eyes flutter shut again, accompanied by a soft exhale and an only slightly louder: "Oh ... Kas ..." He's talking though about the flight and she blinks her eyes open, smiles at him a little hazily. "Unnerving because it was intense? Or something else?" she asks then shoots him a sympathetic look. "I hope she doesn't lecture /too/ much." K'del's response is to laugh. "Meant more so that someone else could catch, but sure, why not? /I/ wouldn't let Tiriana kick you out. Anyway," he grins, his expression fond. "Luckily for us, Satiet's not going anywhere, right? Not sure anyone /else/ would appreciate my ascension." The grin only turns more satisfied, at her reaction to his fingers, which continue upwards, then circle down again to withdraw, and start working on those laces. "Meant more the lack of censure. Though... it was intense. And unnerving. Didn't expect him to chase, so I wasn't... /prepared/, I guess. Hope she doesn't, either. Really didn't /mean/ to it. All joking aside, not sure I /want/ to be a sixteen turn old Weyrleader, thank you very much." "I find that very reassuring," Milani says with a little teasing in her voice still. "And either way, you'd be my hero," she continues, teasing, definitely teasing, though her hand has settled into his hair and works through those curls gently. "Mm. Satiet can be scary too, but she does a good job," the headwoman says quite seriously. "I can't imagine the Reaches without her. Thankfully that's many many turns from now." Her fingers sweep through his hair one more time, drop to trace the curve of his ear, though his touch is threatening to make her breath short indeed. "So no one's talked to you about it yet?" Her head tilts a little, eyes curious on his. "And I don't know if you ever can be fully prepared ... but you'd have to ask other riders about that." Millie laughs outright at his last. "I know, Kas. It's a big job. I wouldn't wish it on you." Her chin tips upward and Milani seeks out his lips with hers, light, gentle, for now. "Oh, good," grins K'del. "Well, as long as I can be your hero..." He seems to agree about Satiet, though his remark is only, "Don't really know her, myself. But people /do/ seem to respect her. Suppose you've seen a few Weyrwomen here, in your time?" His neck arches at her touch, a softly contented sigh escaping before he can answer her next question. "Just got a bit of a slap on the wrist. Don't do that again, type of thing. I-- no, perhaps not. Guess I know a little better, now, what to expect for next time. Not that Cadejoth has--" But he breaks off, to grin at her last, and then let his lips be found, returning that kiss lightly. "Matheny ... Josilina," Milani confirms in answer to K'del's question. "Mostly remember Josilina and Satiet." Her fingers wander down his neck, his collar and pick up their unbuttoning activities again. "Mm - feel it coming maybe," she murmurs against his mouth and leans in to kiss him in earnest this time. K'del's head nods, at her confirmation, though he doesn't tackle that subject further. He's finished with the laces on her shirt, now, and his hand has started wandering beneath it again. "Mm, right," he agrees, though the words mostly get lost into that kiss. It's a long kiss, intensifying further over the course of its life, and no doubt magnified by his fingers, busy beneath her shirt. What were they talking about? Milani's cheeks have flushed and her back arches beneath his touch. His intensity is matched and one of her legs lifts to slide up along his. "Okay, maybe we'd better take care of what is clearly, very urgent need before we try to talk about anything serious," she says in a ragged voice and flips his shirt open, hand trailing down his chest to get to work on his belt. It's a very long breath that K'del has to take, otherwise breathless, when their lips do draw apart. "Very sensible," he agrees, the words wheezed out with what air he has managed to recover. "Efficient, even." That's a grin, a teasing one, as he withdraws his hand to curve about to begin the task of removing the rest of her clothes. Milani is very helpful really, after stroking her hand back up his chest one more time. Her skirt is easily dealt with, drawstring affair that it is. Hips lift and there it goes, kicked off the end of the bed. Clothes-free, she pushes up and into a straddle over the bronzerider so she can finish dealing with his belt and start working his pants downward. "I am a model of efficiency," she tells him, scooting backward a little so her hands can curve around his hips and slide trousers down. Her head bends, mouth following to kiss her way down to what really counts beneath those trousers. Although the naked Milani sitting on him is no doubt distracting, K'del manages to assist in the pants-removal process by drawing himself up off the bed for as long as it takes to slip them free. He even (helpfully) took his boots off earlier in the evening, making it, altogether, a relatively easy process - if not as easy as her skirt was. His breath catches in response to her kisses, and his hands reach out to curve around her. Everyone is being very helpful tonight, yep, definitely. With mutual nudity achieved, Milani takes a moment to smile up at the bronzerider before diving back to the very important work her mouth was engaged in before. Sex Happened Here! K'del holds tight - clings, even - throughout those last moments; his yell comes shortly before hers, held on to for as long as he can, and while he's not quite as loud as she, there's no doubt about the power behind it. Quivering, he begins to droop backwards towards the pillows, drawing her with him. Despite ragged breathing, he plants a kiss on her shoulder; then, his eyes shut, as he slowly lets his breathing settle once more. Milani makes another, softer sound and willingly goes where his arms take her, quivering still. Her arms loosen a little, though one of them is stuck behind him, caught between the bronzerider and his pillow. Millie's head finds a comfortable spot in the crook of his neck to pillow her own head and she lies still, just breathing as the come down off the high together. Eventually, her fingers start to trace the line of his collarbone, following it out towards his shoulder. "I hope we never lose this," she murmurs into his neck softly. "This closeness. Being so comfortable." K'del keeps his arms about her, as they lay there, one finger twirling through her hair idly once he has the energy to do so, the other set resting flat upon her skin. "Me, too," he agrees, tilting his gaze so that he can look at her without moving his head. "Whatever happens, hope it never changes. The turnday gift that just keeps giving." A soft laugh follows his words, thoughtful. "As it were. Don't know if mine to you will quite live up to it." Smiling into his skin still, Milani lets out a low 'mmm' sound as his finger twirls through her hair. "Glad you feel that way," she adds and presses another light kiss against the side of his neck before she starts laughing. "Perpetual present," is murmured humorously and then she tips her head back a little so she can see his face in profile at least. "You got me a present?" K'del looks amused for the 'perpetual present' - and pleased, too, though that might also be for the kiss. His hand continues to twine through her hair, lightly, his touch fond. As her head tips back, he angles his gaze to look at her again, directly, and just smiles. "Course I did. You /do/ have a turnday coming up. Told you I wouldn't forget." Milani's expression goes all warm and fuzzy and happy and affectionate. "Aw Kas. Thanks for remembering," she says sincerely and trails her fingers up into his hair, while the rest of her cuddles against him. Her hips hitch up a little though, with a quiet sigh to set him free as things quiet down for a little while. "We should go somewhere that day, take a picnic. Maybe down South? I can wear a bikini for you and we can spend the day lazing around, eating good things and having sex in the surf." And her expression only makes him look all the more pleased - delighted, even. "It wasn't, admittedly, all that hard," he tells her, as she shifts, his tone teasing. "Seems to me something relatively important in /my/ life happened around then, too, if I'm remembering correctly. So you'd have every right to be truly awful to me, if I did forget." He can probably be excused for the instant interest, and slight glazing of the eyes, that accompanies her suggestion - it's all in the bikini - but at least he manages, and very promptly, to tell her: "Sounds perfect. We'll just have to keep your present /away/ from the surf. And probably the sand. Wouldn't want to ruin it." Milani chuckles softly. "True, how could you forget Cadejoth's birthday?" Her smile only widens though and she continues to draw little lines and swirls with her fingertip on his skin. "Oo, now I'm all curious," she admits, eyes alight. "And we should make it a celebration for you and Cadejoth too. Hmm. Maybe I'll bring something /hopelessly/ naughty to wear, to tantalize you with. Won't tell you what it is, just that it's /on/ under my clothes." Mischief dances behind her mock-innocent expression. "But let's see, can't get it wet or sandy ... I'm going to be thinking about this all the time until then!" Lazily, K'del agrees: "Someone has to remember it for him." He lets out a contented little sound under the ministrations of her fingers, as his own continue to play through her hair. "That was the point," he tells her, of her curiosity. "Hopelessly naughty, you say? That's--" Perhaps he was going to say 'not fair', but he breaks off, instead, to just laugh. "Can't wait, then. The imagining will be plenty fun, until the reality becomes /even more/ fun." "Mmm," Milani agrees softly and tilts her chin up to kiss his jaw, down his neck, up towards his ear. "Hopelessly skimpy too. You know, just enough there to entice the imagination." She winks up at him then winds her arm up around his neck again. "Time with you is always fun," she murmurs. "I've just about forgotten all of the tough things from this seven." "My poor imagination is going to go into overload," K'del mock complains, as another little sigh escapes under the weight of her kisses. His arms, still wrapped around her, squeeze as she winds her arm around his neck, and again (still?), he looks pleased. "Good," he tells her. "As it should be. 'm always here, if you need to forget a while. And next seven? It'll be better. Promise." If only because there is now something to look forward to. "I'll just have to give you rescue breathing," Milani says quite seriously, with big round eyes. FOr his overloaded imagination of course. "I'll have a firelizard soon too, so I can check to see if you're busy first," Millie adds candidly. "You ... are still entertaining a lot, aren't you?" she asks curiously, without the faintest trace of jealousy. "And yes, next seven is going to be great and I'm feeling that warm sun and you and me all tangled up in warm water already." "Ah, Millie, such care for my well-being and safety!" K'del can't keep his face straight, so gives up, and just grins. "I know what a sacrifice it will be, to get that close." His gaze grazes the ceiling, then languidly returns to hers. "A firelizard? Excellent - no, you're right, that'll be useful. Makes things easier. Mm, I am. Though," and he looks thoughtful as he says this, "Mostly the same people, just more regularly, these days." He lets out a contented sigh at her description of the sun and water, and two of them. "Your turnday is too far away," he teases. The /waiting/. Giggling suddenly, Milani gives him a fond squeeze. "Mm. Big sacrifice," she teases and kisses his cheek, the corner of his mouth. "Yes. Leova was after me to get one. To ... watch out for me," she says carefully then tilts her head again to see him better. "Oh? And by regularly ... does that mean I get to claim a slot?" she says with a hint of teasing still in her voice though she starts laughing again promptly. "It's not even two sevens!" K'del will, if he can, get that kiss to the corner of his mouth followed by a proper one - though still light, playful. "Ah. Makes sense. She's a good friend to you." Her tease makes him stick out his tongue, amused, as his hand drops to rest lightly about the back of her neck. "If you like," he grins. "First days and fifth days? Got to keep things orderly, you know." But he's laughing: entirely joking. "Meant more that I'm not sleeping with half the weyr or anything. And-- /two sevens/. That's forever. I could die by then. I might not even be a /weyrling/, then." Proper one granted and readily, Milani smiles back at him. "A very good friend. Almost like a big sister," Millie says with a little laugh and shifts her legs a little, settles over to his side a bit and starts laughing again. "Oh yes, orderly," and she trails her fingers up his chest lightly. "Mm. Me neither. Though I still pick up the odd fellow here and there when I'm out and about." Her hand goes searching for his, to thread fingers through and curl together. "Actually you might not at that. Be a weyrling anymore then. I'm not sure though when the tappings will start, but it has to be soon." K'del looks terribly smug: all these kisses. "Nice thing to have," he says of Leova-the-big-sister. "Someone to watch out for you." He stretches out his toes, idly puffing up his pillow with a shift of his head, no hands involved. "Mmm. No doubt we're disappointing half the weyr with /not/ doing so, but... like it this way, anyway. You never know what you're going to get, with someone new. Sometimes, worth the risk. Sometimes... not so much." He lets her thread fingers through his, and curls his own about her hand. "I know," he agrees. "That'll be strange. Though I guess everyone'll keep seeing us as the 'new ones' until there's another clutch to worry about." "Yes. That way, if N'thei loses it ... well it's backup," Milani says with a wry grin then starts laughing again. "Maybe. Right now, I have you, Lessom sometimes and if it doesn't seem too weird, every now and then my brother's weyrmate. T'mic. He was the one who ... well he showed me the ropes," Millie tells Kas candidly. "That reminds me though. Ista. There's a girl there, a greenrider. She's still a weyrling, but they're out from under restriction. She'd maybe be interested in that three-way we were talking about." She turns his hand to and fro a little, looks back up at him. "Mmm. For a while you will, but then, you'll just be riders like everyone else." K'del makes a face, an honest grimace, at that idea - of N'thei, of him losing it. But he appears to be trying not to look too serious; the grimace cracks into a grin, and then, a more impressed one, at her list. "/T'mic/. Faranth. He was showing P'ax the ropes, too, apparently. So it does feel a bit weird, sometimes, sleeping with your brother's weyrmate?" He's so intent on this thought that it takes him a moment to properly digest her next. "Do you usually go around proposing these things to random girls you meet?" he teases, though his eyes gleam, glint: he's interested. He squeezes her hand, nodding. "Which'll be nice." "Mic? No, it doesn't seem weird to me. It's light, friendly. He's just ..." Milani trails off and laughs. "You know if it was anyone else, it probably would feel weird? But with Mic it never has. He's just a very ... open person. It's hard to explain. Have you met him?" And she nods about P'ax. "I sent him Mic's way," she confesses with a wink. "When it seemed like, yes, really, P'ax only likes boys." Her mouth pulls to the side a little wryly and she squeezes his hand back. "No, I don't usually go around picking up random girls, but well, okay this might make you laugh. She's T'mic's daughter and if the saying, 'chip off the old block' could apply to anyone, it'd be Tosolla." She stretches out a little, re-settles and frees her hand gently to send fingers a-wandering down lower. Oh. Time for round two? "And I imagine finally ditching the weyrling routine /will/ be awfully nice. K'del's head shakes: no, he hesn't met him. "Have met your brother, though. P'ax... apparently had quite a time. So that's good." He seems willing enough to accept the rest of the explanation, though his expression remains relatively thoughtful - until his eyes bug out again at mention of Tosolla. "/Faranth/. The incestuousness. Except not in a bad way." It has him laughing, aside from that little breath that escapes as her hand goes wandering, and his own follows suit. "Mmm, it will. Suppose we might have to use some of my newfound freetime, in the new routine, to visit Ista, then." But for now: round two, commence. "Not surprised," Milani says with a little shrug while her fingers continue to play. "Mic's /good/," she says bluntly, colors just a little, faintly at the word 'incestuousness'. "I -- does that bother you?" Millie asks until he starts laughing and she snorts at him, tickles a little. "Okay then. When things settle down, we'll go and be completely debauched about the whole thing," she says laughing again until his touch robs her of words. "No," says K'del, no, it doesn't bother him. But there's the slightest of hesitations before he says it, so maybe it bothers him a /little/. The tickling makes him laugh again, as he rolls her over, to kiss her soundly, his hands quite busy all over again: "It's a deal. Winter here... I can think of worse places to go. People wear too much." There's a hint of concern in Milani's eyes at that hesitation, but then she's being rolled over and kissed and losing her breath to him touching her. "Good for ... keeping warm though ... in bed," she gasps out and then lifts her arms to drag his head down to seal her mouth to his and get lost in his embrace for a little while longer. So, for the moment, there's nothing more to say on that subject - nor on any of the others. And, certainly, no one /will/ be getting cold tonight, between their bodies, the covers, and the fire burning low in the hearth. No one getting cold, no and Milani just tucks herself into the curve of his body afterward, stays all the way through until morning breaks and she has to nudge him awake to take her down to work. Which /will/ be cold: the getting up in the morning, the getting down to the bowl. A disadvantage. But, "Thanks for staying," said fervently, before the day's duties take them both. Cold indeed, but Milani has a kiss for him in parting and a soft: "Anytime," for his ear before scampering off to see to those duties. |
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