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Post by blueaid on Sept 20, 2008 13:52:46 GMT -8
"What, then?" Z'dayi squinted upwards to watch the finger managing a curl, to test the range of head-shake he could accomplish without risking the curl being pulled too-far. "What would you have as a consolation prize?" Because so far? The liberties the little loser was taking weren't so bad.
On its way down from playing her hand to his skin, he skimmed a finger to trace the outline of Salina's lower lip, to contemplate it with the smirking sincerity of the victor. His thumb, briefly, tugged at the corner of her mouth before he leaned again to catch her lips. Only, this time, since the game was over, he could cup her chin in his palm and splay his fingers across her jaw and cheek, a simple thing to make kissing that much more thorough.
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Post by Xinnai on Sept 20, 2008 14:00:20 GMT -8
She considered him, face framed amongst a pillow of her own hair. She looked like a pleased fallen angel, one who had wanted the mortal pleasures and been kicked out of heaven because of it. That, of course, was just fancy though.
Salina patted the curl back into place, feeling the warmth of his thumb against her mouth. "Well..." Her lips was captured then, wish fufilled. Losing was a sweet victory, their mouths joined more firmly by his hand. Small sound of pleasure buzzed in her throat, the hand at his nape sliding into his hair as she pressed to him. Oh yes, Z'dayi was one who definitely knew what he was doing. She was very glad she'd lost. Indeed, very glad. It had given her this, after all, however short-lived it might possibly be.
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Post by blueaid on Sept 20, 2008 14:12:49 GMT -8
Sad to admit, but Z'dayi's accomplishments in life were few enough that making-out ranked high on the list of things he could do well. And he had seldom bothered to apply himself with quite the same quality of ardor as he did presently-- a long, dangerous kiss with his fingers finding their way to her hair in turn, with his hand bracing against the small of Salina's back to hold the two of them firmly to one another. They were hardly being model weyrlings here, why not just commit wholly to the posture of lust and get it over with?
"Consolationed?" Not a word. But it got the point across.
At least, at least he was still technically sitting on the edge of the bed. When the worst happened and someone walked in-- and the odds became increasingly likely the longer this went on-- at least they couldn't be accused of having gone to bed together.
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Post by Xinnai on Sept 20, 2008 14:23:40 GMT -8
He was kissing her stupid. Turning her bones to mallow and her thoughts sluggish. Now that was power. Hair entangled fingers locked their faces closer, her soft curves pressing to his lean figure.
When he spoke, one of those enchanting smiles bloomed across her lips, transforming her pallid face. It was so rare for the weyrwoman to fully smile and the change was, of course, staggering. A content nod met his words. "Mmmm. Feel free to collect your prize."
She wished they could find a place, any place, where they might allow themselves just a bit closer, a bit farther. Where no prying eyes could find them. Of course, with a possessive bronze and a concerned gold, that wasn't to be managed. Still. A nice enough thought, no matter that it would never be accomplished. For now.
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Post by blueaid on Sept 20, 2008 14:36:32 GMT -8
Z'dayi laughed while he drew away, his amusement less pretty than Salina's bright smile but no less authentic for the moment. It was easy, warm and comfortable, to relax and play without the pretense of cleverness and distance. There was a finale-aspect to the nuzzle at her throat, to the hand that got a little familiar on its way up from her spine, across her ribcage, over her belly, then off the slope of her knee. "Pretty sure my prize is gonna have to wait."
No scrape of footfall nor press of dragons to drive them apart, but Z'dayi was not going to get what he wanted from this encounter. Not today. Or tomorrow. There were loooong weeks yet between this interlude and the end-result-- and no convenient broom-closet, however safe it might be from prying eyes, would change the fact that he couldn't actually have Salina at this exact moment.
Granted, there was the question of the girl's eventual willingness. But, in Z'dayi's mind, all girls were willing, so the question never really occurred to him.
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Post by Xinnai on Sept 20, 2008 21:36:52 GMT -8
Their game had gone without intercession so far, by either dragons or humans. Was it tempting fate if they were to continue? Z'dayi seemed to think so. She could feel the ending implied in the brush of his hand, the way it explored at areas as yet uncharted. Words just further confirmed it.
The queenrider did not sigh for the lost moments they could still have, or plead. Eyes grew round instead, lower lip jutting out slightly to aid in her heartbreaking expression. Not pouting. But close enough. "Must we?"
She knew their playing could not span much longer. There was too much temptation, too much built up need to allow it to go much farther. They had seemed content enough with the kisses and touches, and their dragons not overly bothered.
Not overly bothered, but certainly concerned. I think it smart that Tremaith's stops this now. You were both getting carried away, it seems to me. Best to put it to an end before anything too untoward happens.[/color]
It was with certain regret she found the gold's words to be true. If they had gone farther, they would have wanted more. And that would have to wait months yet. Months until her little bonded-and his-were mature enough to handle such a situation.
A shame, really.
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Post by blueaid on Sept 20, 2008 22:07:46 GMT -8
Another laugh, a little pat from Z'dayi at Salina's ankle, and he was turning to straighten his spine and stretch his neck after its long stint at an awkward angle. His arms withdrew, his hands landed on his own knees, and he popped his shoulders with a quick tilt of his head. "Yeah, we better. Tremaith's ain't gonna be happy if I have my way, and it's easier just now to let him have his. So." No small regret, but what could he do?
With a shrug, he reached one hand as if to tuck in Salina's pouting lip, his chuckle renewed at the childish drama of her expression. "Here's a bad analogy for ya-- think of it like a really good vintage. You gotta let it breathe awhile before you just knock it back." At least he admitted it was bad from the start?
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Post by Xinnai on Sept 20, 2008 22:48:35 GMT -8
She watched him for a moment, noting the little movements he made. Such discomfort in exchange for such sweet moments of delight. It was unfair as well. "Sounds reasonable to me," she murmured, finally pushing herself to a more convenient sitting position and sliding a few inches away. If no one looked too closely to find slightly mussed hair and bruised lips, they looked for all the world as if they were conversing. And had been all along.
As he pushed at her lip, she let her expression of regret disappear. After all, they would more than likely reconvene at some...later date. It seemed they coudn't keep their hands off each other. "Really?" she laughed. A bad analogy, it was true. It'd been good she'd been forewarned. "It just gets sweeter with time then, hmmm?"
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Post by blueaid on Sept 21, 2008 7:07:45 GMT -8
Sweeter with time-- "Not... exactly." Z'dayi's eyebrows jumped up-and-down comically while he thought through the notion, the whole idea of delayed gratification being foreign enough to him that he surprised himself with his own resolve just now. Six months ago... His eyes raked Salina momentarily in a way that certainly wouldn't have been good for their just-conversing facade, and he cast back with brief regret to the things he could have done without Tremaith to stop him.
But that was a whole other bag of worms.
He picked up the thread of conversation as easily as he leaned over to collect her fallen manuscript and offer it back, to lay it over the ends of her toes; "It's more like-- counting on the idea that it'll be worth the waiting, suppose. 'Specially since it'll have been months and months on both ends." Bitter briefly. "Or my end, anyways. I dunno how many guys you got lined up for the day they lift those restrictions." He conceded it with another chuckle, clearly envisioning Salina with a queue of frustrated suitors.
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Post by Xinnai on Sept 21, 2008 18:08:06 GMT -8
Another small laugh winged from her lips upon seeing his comical expression. Those eyebrow wags did nothing for his appearance. When she would have reached out to smooth them away, she stopped, noting his look. Her hand rose then instead to cover her mouth, hiding her smug little smile. Mmm. And he'd said before that she was but a child. That certainly did not seem to be the case now, if his look was anything to go by.
Toes wriggled underneath the deposited weight of the returned manuscript. With a little heft, she flipped it into the air and caught it neatly, setting it back in its place by her her cot to be picked up later. Head tilted in the curious fashion she had, eyes alight with humor. "Ah, it will be months and months. No line for me. Though you-" eyebrows rose and she leaned back, giving him a careful once over- "Mmhmm. You'll have a line, I'm sure. Just don't forget about little old me."
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Post by blueaid on Sept 21, 2008 18:19:03 GMT -8
"Sadly." Z'dayi stood, finally taking the time to button down his shirt, though he left it untucked. Had to be careful lest people started taking him for slouch-free. "My queue's shorter'n I'd've liked by now. Will let you cut to the front anyways, seeing as you're a queenrider." As if that were the bulk of his attraction to Salina.
And not the pretty-young-and-willing aspects.
Then, as an afterthought, before he headed off to his cot, he began, "I thought you'n--" No. His foot hovered near his mouth, but no. "Anyway. Finish your reading, darling." With such derision for her hobby.
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Post by Xinnai on Sept 21, 2008 18:30:34 GMT -8
"Good then. It's the least I deserve." She chuckled, leaning back. Their little meeting was over then, unfortunately. Scene Two over. Act two to begin. Reconvene where Scene One left off. Fingers ran through her hair, settling it more into her normal look than a make out. "I guess you'll be allowed near to the front of mine. Seeing as there's some bronzeriders who outrank you."
Ah. Notably one of course. And he seemed to have hit the nail on the head and stopped himself. He'd learned. Salina settled herself on her cot, back to the wall that it rested by, watching her companion thoughtfully.
"I haven't seen him for months, y'know. Haven't talked to him or done anything." Especially not what his mind must invariably drift toward. "We've settled into our roles it seems." Poof. He'd disappeared. Just like that.
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Post by blueaid on Sept 21, 2008 18:43:23 GMT -8
Turning his collar, Z'dayi walked away from her cot across the empty barracks toward his own. Yes, their interlude had passed; for all accounts, they were just innocent-little-weyrlings again, passing the time-- her reading, him primping himself to go and increase his queue. He ran his tongue thoughtfully over his teeth, testing them for fuzziness, and allowed himself the chance of a grin before he asked, "Breath's a'ight? You'd know better'n I would." Seeing where his tongue had been a few minutes ago...
But Salina's broaching of the subject caught his attention, had him tilting his head while he plopped down on the end of his own cot to look across the distance at her. "Done anything. Technically-- and s'far as anyone but you'n me are concerned-- we ain't done anything either. Can't be as I'm the only fella waiting for you to be free'n clear, darlin'." Then, while he fished around for clean socks, "Hurt at all? Mean, you two did have... something before?"
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Post by Xinnai on Sept 21, 2008 18:55:27 GMT -8
Idle fingers reached for the manuscript she had just put aside, if only for something to occupy herself with rather than sitting there with empty hands and talking about any other suitors she had. It just wasn't in good taste. She had to let him know though, considering what had just passed.
"Your teeth and breath are just fine," she murmured, flipping through the pieces of hide until she found her spot. She didn't read though, just stared at one spot as the words blurred and danced across her vision. When she spoke, she was carefully nonchalant.
"I knew about us, I can assure you." Mum's the word between the queenrider and the bronze. "No, you're not, I guess. As I know I'm not the only girl." She tried to read a few lines and quit as the words just went in one side and out the other. "I thought we did. I've no idea if we still do. So, technically, I can't be hurt, can I?" Though she was bruised just a little. She felt like she'd been brushed off, as if she were dirt on his hands that he'd gotten rid of.
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Post by blueaid on Sept 21, 2008 19:02:16 GMT -8
Why had Z'dayi brought up the subject? What was wrong in his brain that he'd even glanced across the matter, even thought to mention it? He was not the kind-and-sensitive type to be talking to girls about their man-problems, seeing as he was usually the cause of their man-problems, but he was just attuned enough to catch the overly casual quality of Salina's voice, the implications behind her can-I question.
He took a breath, searched for some words, found none, pulled on his sock, tried again. "S'all right if it stings a little though. And, if it helps, maybe he's just biding time till he can actually make something of whatever you two got started? Not every man's as... stupidly easy to get riled up as I am, y'know. Maybe the Weyrleader's smart enough not to get himself excited when it comes to naught."
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