Logs:Mariandra's Mixed Feelings
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| RL Date: 11 September, 2015 |
| Who: Dee, Ka'ge |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Dee invites Ka'ge over on personal business. Things get ridiculous in more ways than one. |
| Where: Dee's Touch of Pink Weyr, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 16, Month 10, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: N'rov/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Adult themes. Very very back-dated. |
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| Dee hasn't avoided Ka'ge after that first night and the exhausting day that followed, but neither has she paid him special attention beyond soft smiles when he catches her eye and blushes when he holds her gaze for more than a moment. The truth is that Dee is a very busy girl. Taeliyth extends her mind to Zymdiath come dinner time a seven later. « He has her invitation. He should plan to stay til just before dawn and she hopes he's hungry. » There's a sense that Taeliyth rolls her eyes for playing messenger, but nothing more before her touch recedes. Dee is waiting when he arrives, the small table set with dinner for two from the caverns and her dress is pretty, if less provocative. Since his last invitation, the cream walls of Taeliyth's part of the weyr where the stone table is located has been washed with color, one fading inexpertly into the next and the next. Ka'ge hadn't changed by any means. No change to that smug or arrogant wit that made him so many fans, and around classes, he was mostly absent. To where, well, that always had been in question. As Dee had to focus on so much, he too seemed distracted. He too didn't ignore her, though his distraction was prevalent in exchanges, and regardless of her previous rules- did she really expect him to listen?- the scrawny brown aloof 'lizard of his appeared with some reliability to check in on her. Perhaps a nostalgic thing, even, as similar as it was to candidacy and early weyrlinghood. Chiv never stayed long, and maybe he was even there so briefly he was missed entirely. The shadows that Taeliyth reach for have their eyeless sockets turned as if intent on something else, but melt away and reform at the young gold's touch. Zymadiath gives the sensation of understanding, and that of Ka'ge- of what could be an image but plays more as moving hazy shadowy figments with just a little more substance than his typical. The shadows show a human figure, presumably Ka'ge, headed across the bowl in the direction of the living caverns, pausing, and turning for the junior ledges. There's a touch of annoyance from the bronze at the images, and then he recedes. The young man steps up into Dee's Weyr, blue-green eyes falling on her and not moving, even given the painted wall and dinner. Whatever was on his mind is left outside as he slowly closes the distance, his hood in place but his gloves off finger by finger. There's a small grin as he slows- but doesn't stop- a few feet from her. "Good evening, beautiful." Is a little too smug to be entirely sweet. "I knew it," Dee answers Ka'ge's greeting seriously (too seriously?). "I've let too much time go by. You don't even remember my name," is wailed dramatically as she steps to meet him, faking sobs as she presses herself against his chest. She really commits to the act, before curling arms around his waist, tilting her smiling face up to steal a kiss. "Hi." Ka'ge wraps his arms around her as she presses to him, looking upwards as he feigns difficulty in remembering. "Aye-" He trails off, continuing to move to spin her slowly around once before coming to a stop. He'd meet her kiss, but keep it brief only to pull back just slightly, still barely nose-to-nose to ask with an almost believable hesitancy, "What'd it start with again?" "Mariandra. And I'm afraid I have bad news," this last is sobering of her expression. The fun is done all too soon. "I brought you here to sleep with me, but not sleep with me," Dee says before she has a chance to back out of it. Her eyes seek his now, expression serious, all traces of playfulness chased away. "We have to wait until we can between, Kael. I can't afford to chance getting pregnant." So serious, and even before dinner. "Well, Mariandra." He pulls his head back enough to look up as if slightly pained, but clearly in sarcasm as if her 'surprise' doesn't disrupt his game. When Kael looks back at her, the smirk he has isn't by any means diminished, "I think our.. studies proved last time that there are ways around that." Dee doesn't look like she wholly believes his lack of disappointment, but it seems she wants to believe him. "You're... really not upset?" must be asked with Dee's hazel gaze searching his face. Too easy? It seems too easy. "Your decisions always drive me crazy." Ka'ge's sarcasm is light, though he sounds tired too, which likely helps the effort. "Why would I be upset?" A beat before he adds, "Though, I can't promise I won't try. You're too much for me not to." "Kael," is the sound of one who rehearsed this, gentle and pleading, "We mustn't. I can't trust myself not to give in and if I have to call N--someone before dawn to take me when no one will notice, he might just leave me to my chances to learn a lesson and then where would we be? Parents at eighteen and nineteen? With just barely not baby dragons? I couldn't do what Hattie did, I can't choose my family with the stakes being what they are, and we don't even know each other that well yet, so I'd be a mess, you'd--- well, I don't know if you'd be a mess, but it just would ruin everything right now." Dee ends with that firmly, but her eyes are too wide to truly be certain and decided within herself (probably just about the sex, not the consequence baby). "Call who?" Ka'ge didn't miss that, of course, but he still doesn't seem accusing or angry- yet. The joking, gentle lightness to him has dissolved, however, as the topic turns more serious. He squeezes her in their embrace but then releases her slowly to turn towards the dinner so finely set out. His regard of it is distant, though, and the young man in general walks a little stiffly. When he stops, it's at a chair that he leans on, placing both hands on the top of the backrest. "It won't be long." A couple of months, maybe three. It is long, but maybe not when compared to their history. "I can go back to my weyr, Dee. I won't upset you." The latter is stern. "A friend," is quietly reassuring without being specific. Dee follows him as he moves, "No, it won't. Just a few weeks, really," she thinks anyway. One hand reaches to touch the small of his back and the other his arm as she steps up behind him, pushing up onto her toes to press her face against the back of his shoulder and hooded neck. It's not quite an embrace, but close. "I want you to stay. To have dinner and to sleep with me, just without... sleeping with me." She encourages him with a smile as she shifts with the intention of taking her seat. "I wouldn't have asked you to come if I just wanted you to go back to your weyr. I got dinner and everything." See? Everything includes drinks, but only water given the recently reinstated rules about alcohol. "A friend." Ka'ge echoes, and then adds "who's talked to you about all this?" At her touch, though, he eases enough to turn his head to press gently in return of her semi-embrace. That at least seems to help. "I know." He offers, slower, to the rest of it, "But I don't listen. Or I have no self-control, or both." Part of it is supposed to be a joke, but he really does seem to be off. He straightens as she moves to take her seat, watching her from his hood's shadow. "I'd like to stay." There's an implied 'but', referenced to what he'd said just a moment ago, but he wouldn't repeat himself. Rather, he takes the back of the chair he'd been leaning on and slides it- noisily- to be right beside hers before falling into it. "A friend who I've talked to about all this," Dee clarifies. "My friend," is said as if it should explain everything about that. She looks at him now that he's closer before placing her elbows on the table and lacing her fingers to create a bridge. "Well, you could go, but then you'd miss out on a good dinner, the things that aren't going to lead to babies that we'll call dessert, and the feel of me trustingly snuggled in the curl of your arms til nearly dawn." There's a pause, "And have I mentioned I have a private bath?" It's just a perk. Still, she lets her hands go and leans back in her chair, "But if you don't want to stay..." She must really be helping his self-control here. Ka'ge leans over his elbows placed on the table, and apparently seems capable of keeping a thought to himself at her first answer. "I'm not going." He fixes his earlier statement, and as he turns his shadowed face back to her, his grin is mild back at least it's back. "Given I was kicked out, I never got a chance to see it." Her bath, he means. Kael shifts enough that he can lift the hand closest to her to brush the hair behind her ear. "Then you should push back your hood," Dee recommends with a purse of lips and a tartness that might be reminiscent of her lifemate. "Hoods off at the dinner table," she declare the ground rule with a slight challenging jut to her lower lip and tip of her head. "And tell me about your day?" This is, at least, more request than demand. "And if I was waiting for you to do it?" Kael asks with a raised brow before turning his gaze to look at the dinner she'd made which would hide his expression from her unless she does. She should know about how well he'd follow her rules. Her question earns some consideration, and a semblance of truth after a too-long pause, "Working out. I want to go visit," he hesitates oddly, "my father when we can Between more, reliably," He gestures an 'et cetera' motion, "He'll be expecting me not to be fat and lazy." He chuckles tiredly at that, tapping a finger on the table a couple times as he speaks. Dee reaches over a hand to carelessly flip back the hood at Ka'ge's challenge as if it were no more a Thing than passing the salt. She doesn't even wait for him to finish talking. "As if you could become fat and lazy," Dee murmurs, "As a weyrling and with your body," which she's spent some up close and personal time with. Judging from the way she tilts her head and lets her eyes trace down his frame, she might be picturing him with less clothes or just contemplating the next up close and personal experience. At this rate, they'll be lucky to get through dinner. Eat fast, Ka'ge. At the suddeness of Dee's hood-removal, Kael sits up straighter, surprise to disappointment flickering first before he just manages to shake his head. The attachment he has to that thing is notable, though instead of commenting on it, he reaches for a sweet roll. "Aye." He moves on, mostly, focused on attaining the food and placing a smaller piece on a fork to then offer to Dee instead of himself. Has he ever been seen to eat much? "But-" And there's a sly grin suddenly, as if he's retracting the information he was about to give to replace it with something else, "Let's just say his standards are a little high." His tone is suddenly quiet, "I could use your assistance with some.. extra training." Dee's brows lift, "Why, are you going to be showing off the particular skill set we use together when you're back home?" It could be mild interest, it could be jealousy, it's definitely more baiting. Everything else, including the food is ignored. She'd teased him, so given such an opening, surely Ka'ge wouldn't pass it up. And he doesn't, "It's been a little while. I'm sure the girls have gotten a little older, a little.." He had given up on the fork, set it down, and now he raises both hands to sculpt out the hourglass shape of a woman with his head tilted as if he's imagining it all too well. Dee is still (too still), looking at him (staring). Clearing her throat after a moment sees her actually taking another breath and her eyes drop down to her plate. "Good," it falls flat of anything resembling humor. "I wouldn't want you to pass up anything because of me." It's amazing how interesting her food has suddenly become and the necessity of cutting up the strips of wherry into bite size pieces; it really takes a lot of focus. Ka'ge retrieves his fork to stab and steal a piece of the wherry that she cuts for herself from her plate. He stares at the piece, as if he'd missed all of her reaction to what he'd said. Eventually he eats it and that seems to be the end of his interest in it. "Pretty sure they'd all punch me before even letting me take my shirt off." The thought seems off-handed and sobered, but a clarification of the previous statement none-the-less. "I doubt that's the case," Dee answers nonchalantly now. Whatever ruffling he did of her feathers seems to be getting tucked away somewhere deep where the hurt can't mar the meal. "If you're hungry, you can eat the rest of mine," she offers, not certainly because her own appetite is diminished (or, oh, gone). She sets her fork and knife down, rising and moving behind him to lean down and drape arms over his shoulders, a mini-hug now, with a kiss to the top of his head. "I'm going to go get in the bath. Join me when you're done?" She doesn't wait for an answer though, removing herself almost immediately to (presumably) do that. Ka'ge watches her, though mostly out of his periphery. If there's a sigh- which most definitely there was or will be one- it's quiet enough and made when he adjusts himself in the seat to lean back as she removes herself from the table. "You have no idea." He says after she's mostly gone, muttered. He'd wait until she's around the corner if she does go all the way to her living quarters, to slide his chair back, scratching on the stone below. Slow, almost meandering steps would follow her so that she'd have time to at least be started on whatever she'd be doing at that point. He's in no rush, it seems, particularly after this last change in atmosphere. Dee doesn't waste time on her way; it's a simple walk through the two curtained doorways, though she does seem to have shed clothing along her route, so that would speak to being serious about getting in the small pool. That's where she can be found, already situated comfortably and leaving room enough for him to join her. It's silent save for the sound of the water. As he walks into the room, following the breadcrumbs so to speak, he draws his shirt up and over his head to drop it on the floor. Despite himself and all that lack of modesty, he never fails to have some moment of hesitation here. But it dries up quickly as he sits on the edge of the pool. Still with pants on, more behind her than in front of her. He leans to scoop water into his palm and pour it over her shoulders. "What's wrong." Ka'ge asks evenly, somehow. "Nothing," of course. Then, "I just didn't think you would be that-- blunt about your other interests. I wasn't-- prepared. I'll be fine, though," Dee says like she means it. "Just come get in, the night doesn't have to be ruined. We don't even have to talk about it anymore." It's so nice of her to volunteer what she so plainly would seem to prefer. "When am I ever blunt about the truth?" Ka'ge returns with a light smirk that makes the question amused, even if it really isn't that funny. Further scoops of water trickle down her upper back, then the back of her neck, then the base of her hair. All slowly, drawing out the moments. And he watches the trails of the water over her skin, such things being far more interesting than any conversation. Despite her preference and request, he seems very content where he is, and adding for clarity's sake. "You're it." "I shouldn't be," Dee sighs, "that's why liking someone is complicated at this age. That's why I wasn't supposed to find anyone to like for turns yet." She closes her eyes, reaching up to pinch the bridge of her nose. Then hands are waving in the air. "It's fine. It really is. There should be other girls, you should have other girls, I just-- maybe don't need to know about them." This last finds its way out and she seems a little surprised by it, but there it is and she doesn't take it back. "Meh." The dismissive sound comes in place of any significant response, "I never really cared about what should be." Rules right? Ka'ge stands behind her to remove the rest of his clothing in silence, only to return a minute later to step down into the water beside her. Minimal care is taken for personal space, sitting close enough to brush her thigh with his own once he's seated, laying an arm over the stone behind her. "Does it matter?" He asks, with a lazy smile as he watches her face. "If you enjoy yourself, if you're happy?" The pool is large enough to accommodate them, but not so large as to offer them much in the way of personal space even if they did want it. Dee doesn't seem much inclined to try for it given that she scootches closer, curling herself against Ka'ge's side. "It matters if it's unfair. If I'm hurting you." Dee, of course, means it. Ka'ge accepts the scootching with an automatic wrap of his arms around her, pulling her into his fit self. He lays his head gently atop hers. "Unfair?" Is met with a dark chuckle, likely as it had been before. "Name something that isn't unfair. Doesn't change anything. Besides, all you do is for other people. I only do things for me. And you thinking too hard about it isn't gonna change anything. You know that." Dee's frustrated sigh seems to be sentiment enough for Ka'ge's words, her head leaning against his shoulder. "I don't like it," is murmured, but without fight. Not now. Instead, she takes just a few more breaths before straightening up again, letting a hand wander under the water. "Let's talk about something else." Or not talk. "Maybe about how we're not having sex tonight." And all the other things they could do in lieu of that. Ka'ge's form heaves in a frustrated sigh, but it has nothing to do with Dee not liking his answer. It's rather dramatic occurance that has everything to do with what she'd prefer to talk about. "The pain." He groans, playing off the whole 'hurting' thing as if this is what's going to do it. Although previously he hadn't 'cared', it now warrants this sort of reaction apparently. "Don't the healers make a drink for that or something." In place of going Between, his tone is still teasing, light. "One I drink daily," Dee answers even as she's leaning to plant kisses along the man's neck. "But it's not infallible. And neither is going between. But two is better odds than one and far better than none." What her hand is finding might serve as distraction enough. "Besides, we'll just have to make things as near as much fun as we can otherwise. It might--" she pulls back enough to flash him a grave look, "--be quite the undertaking. We might even have to stop to refuel." To eat that dinner they left, if he's not too daunted by the prospect. Ka'ge's glance slides sideways towards as she kisses his neck, only to be able to see her more directly as she pulls back slightly. His playful if wry grin is evident when she's able to see him, despite the severity of 'pain' of his tone before. The reply to her warnings is a physical one, his lingering hold of her form pulling her back, but more to pull her around to sit her on his lap with his hands rubbing over her chest once his is to her back. Kisses come too, softly behind and below an ear. "I'll take that as a yes," comes out brokenly between Dee's quiet gulps and gasps. A 'yes' that keeps less pleasant topics at bay while the challenge is met and the reward comes in sweet sleep (entwined and not always altogether comfortable, but together). |
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