Logs:Still Not Pregnant
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| RL Date: 8 August, 2015 |
| Who: H'vier, Lilah |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: After visiting with Hattie, Lilah has children on her mind, among other things. |
| Where: Lilah's Sanitized Watercolor Weyr, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 25, Month 6, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
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| It has been enough nights, long enough that Lilah doesn't immediately ever roll away from the warmth of the occupied bed. She doesn't pull away from H'vier in moments; there's no seeming wall that slams up between them at random moments or when she feels vulnerable. Tonight, after, she lays naked against the white sheets, her fingers curving over her flat stomach thoughtfully. She'd been tired before, and she's tired again, but she doesn't sleep. Instead, it's a quiet distraction that catches the goldrider even as her gaze settles on H'vier. Outside, rain falls in a pitter patter that could be comforting, as is the soft crackling of the fire in her hearth and the sounds of Eliyaveith sleeping in the cavern next door. The bronzerider sometimes, oftentimes, dozes afterwards. Tonight he seems to, too, but a few moments after Lilah looks at him, H'vier's eyes slit open and he murmurs with affectionate humor, "I'm rather certain you weren't left unsatisfied, gorgeous. Not unless you've gotten very good at making me think so." His head tilts toward her and his eyes open more obviously. He doesn't ask, but it's an opening for her to tell him what's on her mind if she so chooses. There is a hint of annoyance for the humor, only briefly caught in Lilah's expression before it gives way to only a study of the bronzerider. If he were to notice the way her fingers move, splaying over her stomach, perhaps it would be a warning-- but instead she only questions quietly, "Do you ever want more children? To raise them?" Maybe the annoyance shouldn't make him smile, but he kind of does, just a little bit. It doesn't even fade when she asks that question. Not because of the question, anyway. H'vier considers it rather than pretending to doze off again. "The thought has crossed my mind a time or two. I miss being a part of their lives." He shifts slightly, moving a hand to gently touch Lilah's abdomen. "You don't have something you want to tell me, do you?" Lilah's own hands slide away to let him, only for her fingers to cover his and press them there, holding them against her even as she shakes her head. "No, no. I'm not pregnant, still, Havi," she teases, for all that she has been rather tired lately and sleepless. "Just-- thinking. About after Eliyaveith rises and leadership is settled." A pause, before she admits quietly, "I want children, when the time is right." "Get a man's hopes up," he teases back, almost scolding, fingers splaying under Lilah's hand and pressing ever so lightly against her, like the thought of possessiveness is there, but not the follow through just now. "I suppose if Reisoth fails to catch her, I'll still have something to look forward to." He's trying to be lighthearted about it, but it's no secret that the bronzerider has been looking forward, hopefully, to Eliyaveith's next flight. "Assuming it's still me you want to think about having them with." Lilah does not bother to skirt around the topic of Eliyaveith's next flight or the possibility of Reisoth catching-- Or not, as it were. Those dark eyes become an expectant weight, her fingers sliding against his in the only gesture of anxious energy as she levels the question on the bronzerider, "And if he does lose, will you still be here for me to think about having them with?" That, it seems, is the bigger question to the goldrider. "If it never gains you that knot?" "I'll be here as long as you'll have me, Lilah. I would rather have the knot as well." He won't deny it. "But I've become quite fond of your company. I'm getting too old for ambition and stupidity to keep me from the things I love." H'vier says it so casually that it could be missed if one weren't paying attention. "I would make you a good Weyrleader, though." It isn't missed; there is a flicker of surprise across Lilah's expression, a caught breath even as her fingers still against his. And that study becomes sharper, more intense, as if she could dig the truth of the casual statement from H'vier's expression. "I want to trust that," she replies finally, carefully. "And maybe I am too old to let my own trust issues and temper to get in the way of possibility. Of the possibility that you--." She doesn't finish that, instead tearing her gaze away to look towards their hands. Lighter, she adds, "You'd make a good Weyrleader, but I don't want a good Weyrleader. I only want one that can be controlled; one that won't stand in my way." "You're far from old, gorgeous," murmurs H'vier, thoughts already on the rest of what the redhead has said. "I can't blame you for that. I always wanted a Weyrwoman that could be controlled." But, of course, Reisoth has not been holding up his end and the desire has been made entirely moot. "You might do just as well with one that agrees with you, granted." But then he sighs, hand moving around toward Lilah's hip in an attempt to pull her closer against him. "I think I prefer thinking about you carrying our child. You'll be even more beautiful." Lilah gives in to the attempt, pliable to his desire to draw her close. She even snuggles closer, soft curves fitting to hard muscle in a familiar way as she brushes lips over his lightly. And murmuring against them, she only teases, "You better start looking for another Weyrwoman, then. But I don't promise not to get jealous if you find one." A smile catches at the other words, and she only kisses him again, this time with more intent behind the slow movement of her lips against his. A kiss is distracting, especially since H'vier is probably already thinking about distracting things. But he's not so distracted that he can't murmur between one and another, "I wouldn't get too worried about it. Reisoth has horrible performance anxiety whenever a flight actually matters." Blaming his dragon is easy, of course, when the dragon isn't here to defend himself. "And you're my Weyrwoman regardless of your Weyrleader." He might, of course, change his tune when the time comes. A laugh flavors the next kiss that Lilah presses against the corner of the bronzerider's mouth, before she is murmuring in soft, careful agreement, "I am yours. I love you, too." The will that it must have taken the goldrider to offer those words shows in the way she doesn't seem to breath after, tension holding her stiffer against him for a moment before her lips slide to his jaw instead. She won't linger over it, offering him the out of physical intimacy instead. H'vier doesn't react for several moments. But he clearly heard her properly, because he finally rumbles a very contented sound as he rolls toward her, pushing himself up onto one hand so he's not quite on top of her, but near enough to it. "I think I like hearing you say that even more than I thought I would," he tells her. "I love you, Lilah." The way he says it, properly this time, is almost experimental. He probably doesn't realize that physical intimacy is an out because he leans down with every intention of turning this revelation into a round two. "Good," Lilah answers with her own exhaled satisfaction for the words, her fingers sliding into dark curls to draw him down even as he leans. She is more than willing, of course, to let the rest be said with their bodies. And to finally, finally sleep after, for all that something causes it to be restless even with his warmth there. |
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Alida (21:29, 9 August 2015 (PDT)) said...
Unless H'vier has deeply changed... be careful, Lilah. ;)
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