Another Day of Chores (Z'dayi)

[Xinnai]

Deoneth felt Tremaith's gratitude but did not reply, not yet, keeping close watch on her rider still. She knew that Hers wouldn't go to extents that were forbidden to them as yet, but she felt slightly nervous as this interlude still proceeded. She knew of what her Mine would do, but she was not even slightly reassured by Tremaith's.

You have been a great help in this and to me. Thank you, Tremaith, especially for alerting me to the situation. Deoneth got the benedictions over quickly, back to monitoring the blond girl.

Salina sighed once more, eyes holding some of the regret that the situation inspired. It would have been interesting to see what might have happened and she knew innately that she would wonder. She was finding that there was a disadvantage to her rather glorious situation and it was this-the limitations she had not found so opposing before were suddenly stifling her with their intensity.

She let herself be pressed all the closer to Z'dayi, arms linking behind his neck as eyes slid closed to the sensation of his face buried against her skin. "Yes," she agreed. "Much too soon, by far." The next part of his sentence caught her off guard-pick up in a few months? She was willing to do so, but had not realized he would. She smiled to herself, fingers rising to tangle in his own blond curls. "Yes, we will."

She laughed lightly, giving him a light hug in their compromising entanglement, the sound tinged briefly with her sarcasm as she let her chin rest on his head, feeling soft tingles from the kiss to her neck. "Mmm. I probably could as well, I think."

Their tableau was over and then what? Back to the chore they'd neglected or as they parted, I'dalyn would come stalking in to chew them out for such laziness? She found equal horror in both scenes.

[blueaid]

Would Z'dayi really let it go that far with no plans to take it further? Would any man? His hands slid a meandering track up her spine, coming to rest on Salina's shoulders, wrapped around her collarbones lightly while he held her to him those few extra moments. "By the time we're done being weyrlings," he began, breath warm where his lips rested against her neck. "You'll almost be a real grown up." Before, the jest was barbed, meant to rankle her. Now, it held a hopeful quality while he nuzzled the curve of skin beneath her chin.

Just at the moment, Tremaith had gone quiet toward Deoneth, his focus maintained toward his rider, toward the insistence that his mate pull those snuggling-warm arms from around her. And he did, albeit reluctantly, sliding them off from Salina and dropping his hands so his palms landed flat on top of thighs. "But get offa me now, sugar." Sad to say it.

Even sadder, "And let's get these shardin' taters peeled 'fore I'dalyn shows up."

[Xinnai]

She shivered at the light tracing of hands, feeling very reluctant now to get back to the mind-numbing work before them now. It was just the slightest bit unfair to go from drudgery to coquetry and then back to the drudgery. At least now it might not be so stilted when it came to conversation between the two.

She laughed quietly at his words, albeit a bit breathlessly. The spot he played with was another of those ticklish spots, the ones that encouraged squirms and giggles. She kept those down for a moment, trying to concentrate. "Perhaps just a little more toward it, though I think myself close enough already."

As he let arms slide, she followed suite and then watched him for a moment, disinclination rising all the further. She did as she should though, and swung legs to stand, sliding off with a little hop. She looked at the potatoes mournfully and then back to Z'dayi.

"I guess we have to. We wouldn't want to get our heads chewed off, now would we?" With that, she rounded the mound of potatoes and sat back down. But the story had changed from the last time she sat there; the scenery was the exact same but the dialogue and players were monstrously different.

[blueaid]

"I'd like to meet the girl that don't already think she's a woman," mused Z'dayi, flickering the ghost of a wicked little grin up at Salina while she dislodged herself from the happy confines of his lap. His hands clung to her legs before she slipped out of reach, slid down to her knees, then off.

And he followed her with his eyes an extra moment, eyes that danced before falling on the daunting task before them. He fell back to it, pleasant now, idly flirtatious, but determined to get through the chore in all haste now. Chit chat persisted, but he put the pro in procrastination: play as long as possible, then work faster to make up for it.

[Xinnai]

She laughed lightly, expressive eyes rolling. She felt his hands slide off her legs, making her shiver slightly as she stood on her own feet. When would she feel those hands again, those lips? It surprised her by bounds and leaps how much she wanted to.

She fell back to the task before them, peeling all the faster than she had. She was willing to flirt with disaster in other scenarios but not in this. She'd rather not face any sort of wrath right now. She peeled and discarded and every once in a while would send Z'dayi a look that spoke volumes and related directly back to their "game."