Logs:Touch Me
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| RL Date: 9 September, 2014 |
| Who: V'ros, Jadzia |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Jadzia tries to seduce V'ros. |
| Where: V'ros' Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 1, Month 10, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Quinlys/Mentions |
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| Winter Warmth Weyr Situated just beside the wide entrance to the hatching caverns, this oddly-shaped ledge looks as though half of it has been cut away in order to make room. It's not very big, though the sun hits it at such an angle in the afternoon as to make it the perfect lounging spot, as long as one doesn't mind their tail draping off towards the bowl. What it lacks for in size, it makes up for in position: this is a ledge for the dragon who wants to see everything, from visitors to the hatching grounds to more distant activities throughout the bowl. Inside, there's a hollow depression in the stone large enough for even a small bronze, with a narrow walkway around it for human occupants to make their way into the long, narrow cavern of the inner weyr. It's always warm in here, as though the heat from those next-door hatching grounds have seeped deep into the walls, staying close so as to keep things toasty in winter, and occasionally, unbearable in summer. The inner weyr is a single cavern that extends a long distance back into the bowl wall, growing steadily narrower as it goes until, at the very back, the width is only enough for the double-sized bed that has been jammed up against the wall. There are built-in sconces for glows in the walls, however, and the ceiling is high enough that it isn't as claustrophobic as it could be.
Zmeyth lands on the ledge first, lurching unsteadily into the inner portion, where he lets a dirty, sweaty V'ros slide down to the floor. He stretches his dark wings before fitting himself, comfortably, under the overhang of the weyr, with his head facing out. His rider slips off his goggles with a sigh and moves around the wallow to the back of the weyr. He is busy scrubbing a hand over his grimy face, a face that shows weariness from a day of training and flying. It's several minutes after he's come in, set his goggles down and thrown his jacket to the side, when he finally notices the other brown rider perched on his bed. Emotions come slowly: surprise, suspiciousness, and nervousness. "Jadzia, wha.. What are.." He sighs, eyeing her dubiously, despite the flush in his cheeks. "Get off my bed." And of course Jadzia doesn't say anything to draw attention to herself before he notices her all on his own. She crosses one leg over the other, leaning back on her palm and grinning at the other weyrling with a strangely predatory toothiness. "No. I like it here. You should come join me, though. I thought we could work on that being friends things now." "What's wrong with your.. your, uh, bed?" That flush turns red, reaching his ears, and before he can get a better look at the naked woman on his bed, V'ros turns away. He shuffles through a few pieces of paper on his desk - a new addition to the weyr - as if she's not inviting him to a tryst in his own bed. "How was.. shouldn't you still be at lessons?" with a suspicious glance to Jadzia, and just as quickly he looks away again. Not looking at her boobs. Nope. "My bed is great. But it's not like you'd come to my weyr to see for yourself, is it." Not even a real question. "Do you want a drink?" Jadzia asks as she lifts up her bottle helpfully. "Not too much, though, maybe. You seem like the sort that will have a hard enough time getting it up without dealing with other... obstacles." She watches him, but she's staying on the bed. Wouldn't want him to panic if she stood up or something! "Do you.. want me to?" Come see her weyr, that is. V'ros keeps avoiding looking at Jadzia, instead perusing his desktop and it's very few contents. "No. No, I don't want.. anything." Don't look at the boobs, don't look at the boobs, damn it, he steals a sidelong look at her boobs. Fuck. "Getting it.. shit, no, Jadzia, /no/." Except now he's fully looking at her, frowning to be exact. "We can't have sex. Do you know how.. how weird that would be? Zmeyth would never.. No. We can't. No. No. No." Jadzia would answer the first, but then there's all those NOs and what's she supposed to do with those? She frowns at him and finally does rise up onto her feet. She carries her bottle with her toward his desk, sets it down there and then turns her full, naked attention on the younger man. "Why would Zmeyth care about us having sex? Don't you think I'm pretty?" Has V'ros ever seen her pout before? V'ros backs up as far as he can against his desk when she comes towards him, wrapping his hands around the side. Maybeif he holds on, she won't try anything - Wishful thinking. "B.. because.. Sav.." Why is he even trying? He swallows loudly, watching Jadzia with wide, worried eyes. "It would just.. It would be a bad idea. What would Quinlys say?" His grip on the desk gets tighter, his knuckles going white. "It doesn't matter what Quinlys would say. We have our own weyrs. We can do whatever we want now." Jadzia moves slowly, like a feline stalking its prey, but she does move closer. "Don't worry about Savroveth. He thinks it's a good idea." She reaches out to try catch one of his belt loops, but if he moves away, her fingers will probably just brush against him. "You can touch me, if you want." "I don't.." If it wasn't for the fact that Jadzia has him by the belt loop, V'ros might be on top of the desk. He looks like he wants to run away and climb the walls at the same time; this forceful introduction isn't going so well. "Jadzia, no." But he doesn't move her hand away, because then he'd have to 'touch' her, and that could out more ideas into her head. "Can't we.. We can talk. Are you.. Drunk?" He settles his anxious gaze on her, his eyebrows pulling together. "You've never been with a woman, have you." Another one of those non-questions. "A man?" Jadzia is especially not convinced that he's not gay right now. She's naked, after all. And he's still being all weird. Since she already has a hold on his belt loop, he totally won't mind if her other hand pulls on the belt itself to start unfastening it, right? She's still slow, like maybe he'll just let it happen if she doesn't make any sudden movements. "I'd be a lot more forceful if I was under the influence," she assures him. "No!" V'ros scowls and shakes his head. "No. Neither." His eyes narrow as he stares at Jadzia, his body language becoming a little more defensive; he 'did' just admit to never having slept with.. anyone. That she's undoing his belt does have effect on the brown rider, who tries to take another step back, but if she has a good hold on it, it would be easy to keep him in place. "M.. more.. forceful?" he asks, giving her that unsure look again. "Why.. do you think.. this is a good idea? You didn't even want to be friends." And now she's trying to take his pants off. "Relax. I'm not going to hurt you. Sort of the opposite, actually." Jadzia has that predatory grin again, letting go of his belt loop to press her hand against his thigh, close to important things, but avoiding actual contact still. "I'm not good at being friends. But I am good at this. And wouldn't you rather be with someone you know your first time? Instead of some stranger when Zmeyth catches his first green?" "Jadzia, I.. ahhh." V'ros jumps when she touches his thigh and moves his hands to hold onto her arms, to stop her from any further personal invasions. "I.. I.. I don't know. I hadn't given it a lot of.. thought. It's a long ways off still." He is frowning, still. "Are you even attracted to me? Why would 'you' want to help.. me?" Legitimate question, in a highly inappropriate moment. There's questions and then there's distractions. "Because we shouldn't be doing.. anything.. if you aren't." Maybe that will work. Why does Jadzia want to help him? That's a good question. And it's one she doesn't answer. "I think you're cute. Besides, you're not some gross, old, fat drunk." Anything is a step up from that. And she's been that low, presumably. "You really don't want me?" she asks, looking up at V'ros like her feelings might be hurt. V'ros seems to be about to argue, but her comment draws his attention away from the obvious lack of answer. "You have sex with fat, old guys?" He blinks, confused, and possibly concerned about this latest bit of information. Not concerned enough to forget the situation they're in though. "Jadzia," he says, slowly, like he's scared of making her mad, "I don't.." A frown replaces his words, his eyes scanning her face and that 'hurt' on her face. "Do you.. want to have sex, that bad?" "I've had sex with all sorts of guys." is what Jadzia starts saying. But she goes silent as he continues, whatever it was that seemed like a good mood fading away. It gets him what he wants, though. She backs up, reaching for her bottle, then turns to head back to where her clothes are piled on the floor near his bed. "Sorry," is all she says. Between the two of them, they're a mess. V'ros stands there, hands at his sides, and watches her walk back to her clothes. His expression is a bit unfathomable, his fingers curling towards his palms. "Jadzia," he says quietly, but without waiting for an answer, he follows her towards his bed. "Okay. Let's do it." He is serious. "Now." Then, he opens and closes his mouth a few times more; in the end, he settles on a firm nod to close the deal. "No," says Jadzia in a totally fascinating reversal of roles as she bends over to pick up her things. They're dropped on his bed so it's easier for her to pick through them and put things back on. She's trying to put one of her legs into her pants when she turns her head to look at him. "You can keep your virtue. It's not like I can't find someone willing." Which begs the question of why she came here in the first place, perhaps. "Then.. why.." Frustration. "You came in here to have sex with me and when I say yes, you say no?" Imagine his confusion. V'ros puts both of his hands against his head and looks at Jadzia like she's lost her mind. "Wh.. Why? Are you fucking with me?" By not fucking with him. He shakes his head and sighs, hands dropping to his sides. "I don't understand you. You don't want to be friends.. You want to have sex.. But you don't want to have sex." Moving around her, he flops down on the side of the bed. "You.. don't make sense." "Why did you say yes? Because you actually want to or because you felt bad for saying no?" Jadzia looks at him like she's pretty sure she already knows the answer. Which is probably also why she doesn't wait for one. "I don't know how to do friends. I know how to do this. And I usually get something out of it." Which, you know, is pretty unlikely with him even not taking into account that she doesn't mean satisfaction. Jadzia may be putting on her clothes, but V'ros is busy taking 'off' his boots and socks. They're pretty gross and sweaty so it takes him a couple minutes. "Huh?" He looks up, both eyebrows lifted. "Sorry? I don't do things because.. I feel sorry for people." Both boots are shoved into a pile, then he wiggles his now-free toes. Sexy. "I think you're the one who feels sorry. You don't have to.. have sex with me just because.. because you feel bad for 'me'." There's an accusatory stare at the end. "Fuck you," says Jadzia like he's said something offensive to her. Her clothes go back on that much more quickly, though once she's basically decent again, she doesn't seem to know whether she wants to stay or storm off. So she takes another drink and glares at him. "Fuck me?" V'ros sounds incredulous. "You want to.. have pity sex with me and you're offended?" He tries his best to look like the injured party, but he's starting to relax now that he's in his natural habitat. "Do you still want to share 'that'?" as he motions to her unfinished bottle of.. whatever. "I didn't want pity sex with you. I wanted sex with you." Big difference! Jadzia looks at her bottle, takes another drink, then hands it over to him. And if he's going to share her booze, he'll have to share his bed. She sits down, then falls back with a sigh. "Why is it that none of the decent guys ever want to touch me? It's always the assholes and perverts and fat, old men. It's never just-- what's wrong with me, V'ros?" V'ros accepts the bottle and takes his own drink of the brew. He sets the bottle aside, by his feet, and lies back next to Jadzia, with his hands pillowed by his arms. "That's.. pretty serious. I don't.. think.. there's anything wrong with you Jadzia." A short pause follows, wherein he simply stares at the ceiling. "I think sometimes you push people away." Turning his head, he looks at her in a careful, concerned way. "Or you might be asking the wrong guys?" Fortunately for him, Jadzia is quite content to stare at his ceiling and not look at him at all. It's eaiser to pretend she's not being weird and emotional that way. "I don't know who the right guys are. They apparently don't exist." And then she's sitting up again, because that's probably enough being open about her feelings for one night. Or turn. "I'm just-- I'll go." She reaches down to grab her bottle, then she's back on her feet and heading for the ledge. And they were just starting to become friends! V'ros struggles up onto to his elbows, half-turning so he can watch Jadzia leave. "Jad.. Don't.. Damnit." There she goes, leaving. Here he is, frowning after here with no real intention of getting up from the bed. So instead, he just flops back down and crosses his hands over his stomach. "You were right, Zmeyth," he mumbles under his breath. |
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Edyis (15:45, 9 September 2014 (EDT)) said...
Poor V'ros! It was interesting to see this interaction and get a little more of a glimpse into Jadzia's thought process.
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