Dizzy
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Post by Dizzy on May 26, 2006 1:58:46 GMT -5
They walked in silence. R’lan had much on his mind and the redhead fitted close to his body was at the forefront. He was worried about her, some of the cuts had looked deep and he wasn’t even sure if those were the only ones she had. ‘She’s a big girl though… able to make her own choices and if she doesn’t want to go to the healer… fine by me. Her choice.’ It seemed that they walked forever under the fellis trees before reaching his weyr.
Nylath looked at the pair from his wallow, one set of lids dropping down over his faceted eyes.
He opened the door, and held it for the redhead. “Try to over look the mess.” R’lan was a confirmed bachelor, very seldom did he have visitors save for his turn at poker night and the occasional woman… usually he visited them though. Kept him from awkward moments. His eyes ran down the length of Shereae.
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Post by Memorie on May 26, 2006 2:05:21 GMT -5
Shereae nodded, noticing his look. "You did that the first time we met too, though I think it was for different reasons then. She smiled, and set her sidebag down. Nyl waddled out, full to the brim of food. Looking up at the pair, with eyes swirling green and blue, she burped loudly. "Nyl! You don't do that in public, sweetheart. That's bad manners." She admonished the firelizard like she would an erring child, and the gold merrped back at her. She smiled at the gold, who settled down for a nap on top of the purse.
Shereae reached up and let her hair down, allowing it to fall. It was long, very much so, and though it had sand in it from her dive-bombing the beach, it was still silky looking. And suddenly, the scratches started to sting from sweat dripping in them. She breathed in hard. "R'lan, do you have any numbweed salve I can borrow?" she asked, looking down and grimacing while rubbing her scalp.
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Dizzy
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Post by Dizzy on May 26, 2006 2:13:39 GMT -5
“Did what?” R’lan grinned, watching the fire lizard and Shereae. He rubbed the small gold’s eye ridge before turning back to the woman. “She’s aiight darlin’, just a baby.”
He tried to resist the urge to touch her hair. The brown rider didn’t think he had seen a more beautiful sight. “Uh, Yeah.” It took the man a moment to realize what the redhead had asked. Going to where his riding gear was stowed, R’lan knelt down and rummaged through one of his leather packs. Finding bandages, redwort, and numbweed he pulled them out and placed them on a small table. “Are those the only ones you got.”
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Post by Memorie on May 26, 2006 2:18:21 GMT -5
"Naw," she said, pain slipping in where grammar should have been. "I got 'em on my shoulders and lower back too. Who knew those gold mothers were so fierce?" Of course, she'd been warned about them, she had figured they were too small to do any real harm. Apparently, she had been wrong. "My hands are real sweaty," she said. "Would you mind fixing me up?"
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Dizzy
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Post by Dizzy on May 26, 2006 2:29:17 GMT -5
Is she trying to seduce me? Cause if she is… “Set down.” R’lan moved a shirt from the chair, smelling it he tossed it toward the building pile of laundry. The brown rider took the bottle of redwort and poured it onto one of the bandages. “This is gonna sting like fire Redhair.” With his forefinger R’lan brushed Shereae’s hair back. It was silky, sexy. He pressed the redwort to her scalp, rubbing gently, cleaning the cut.
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Post by Memorie on May 26, 2006 2:34:06 GMT -5
Shereae grimaced, but she didn't complain. The man was really helping her out, and the proper way to thank him was not by whining. The redwort burned like redeemed sin, but she just gritted her teeth and bared it as best as possible. Soon after, though, her pain tolerance came to withstand the feeling, and she relaxed visibly. Besides the aching scorch, she rather liked his hand in her hair. It was a favorite thing of hers to let the weyrbrat girls play with her hair--it was fun for them, and she liked a good scalp massage. "Thank you," she said, but she didn't turn around, not knowing if he was done yet. Maybe he'd do her shoulders too.
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Dizzy
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Post by Dizzy on May 26, 2006 2:43:58 GMT -5
It took several minutes to find all of the tiny and not so tiny gashes on her scalp. R’lan washed each in turn with redwort and smeared numbweed onto them. None looked large enough to need stitches and all had quit bleeding some time ago. He brushed her hair back from her shoulder and neck, unable to resist he kissed her bare shoulder before washing the cuts marring her creamy skin. “It’s my pleasure Shereae.”
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Post by Memorie on May 26, 2006 2:48:43 GMT -5
The woman shivered when he kissed her shoulder; she hadn't been expecting that. Her scalp was now soothed, and her shoulders on the way. Wondering if she'd be able to coerce him into also taking care of her lower back, she leaned back a little into his hands. I don't think he'd say no if you asked him to, I mean, realistically. Really, these mental pep-talks really were quite the thing. She let herself enjoy the feeling, instead of shying away from the touch of the opposite sex as she had donw for five years now. She closed her eyes, and a relieved sigh escaped her lips. "Mmm, that feels very good," she told him.
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Dizzy
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Post by Dizzy on May 26, 2006 2:58:13 GMT -5
Taking her sigh as invitation, R’lan ran the tips of his fingers down the side of her neck, finding her collar bone and tracing it as well. “Yes it does.” It pleased him that she hadn’t pulled away.
He held her hair back with one hand and dipped the other into the jar of numbweed… luckily the redwort kept his fingers from going too numb. “Your skin is so very soft, Shereae. And your hair… beautiful.” He pressed closer to the woman, inhaling her scent.
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Post by Memorie on May 26, 2006 3:08:43 GMT -5
Shereae got the sudden flighty urge to leave, a large, cold ball forming in the pit of her stomach. Old habits die hard, she thought, and even she felt herself tense under his touch. She tried to relax, and she told herself that she knew this man and that he would never hurt her...but five years of avoiding men worked distinctly against her favor. He complimented her, and she blushed. "Thank you," she said, unsure of what else to say. She had been told that her hair was nice before, but his words seemed...different somehow. With different intent, she thought. He came closer to her, and she could smell his spicy smell, so reminiscent of his brown, and something else. Something good. She couldn't tell what it was.
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Dizzy
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Post by Dizzy on May 26, 2006 3:18:31 GMT -5
“Your back too? Lean forward.” R’lan leaned close to her ear, his lips brushing the lob.
“I’m going to raise your shirt up Shereae.” The brown rider’s hands acted on his lips’ promises. R’lan felt himself tighten with need. He ran his palms softly up either side of her rib cage. His fingertips stopped at the underside of her breasts as he looked down at her lower back. “Shereae, darlin’, one of these cuts is fairly bad… I wouldn’t say it doesn’t need stitches.”
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Post by Memorie on May 26, 2006 3:24:59 GMT -5
His lips were right on her ear, the wind from his words gently caressed her traegas and eardrum. "Okay," she said, nodding. She hoped she wouldn't have to stop him from doing something bad. His hands stroked her sides, and almost touched her breasts, and she gave a sharp, but slight gasp. "Well, what should I do?" she asked, more to herself than him. She didn't want to leave his company, but it seemed as though if she stayed, she might be hurting him more than helping. "Uch. What do you think, R'lan?"
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Dizzy
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Post by Dizzy on May 26, 2006 3:33:54 GMT -5
Holding her shirt up with one hand, R’lan poured redwort into the wound washing some of the sand from it. He daubed at it with a bandage, it had started to bleed again… only a bit. “I’m not a healer…” It took only a moment longer to apply numbweed to the two inch long cut over her lower back. It wasn’t as deep as he first thought. Placing a clean bandage over the salve, he kissed the swell of her back before putting her shirt down again. “All done.” Moving to face her, the brown rider stepped close. “Feel better?”
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Post by Memorie on May 26, 2006 3:37:44 GMT -5
She giggled at his kiss, and found out that she apparently liked to be kissed on the back. He moved around to look at her. "Feel better?"
"Perfect," she said, with a genuine smile. She kissed his cheek. "Thank you very much. You're much better than any healer I've ever been to."
Suddenly, the fatigue of her day overcame her, and she leaned up against his chest. It had been a very long, very tiring, very hurting day. Maybe if she just stayed here for a second, she'd be okay.
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Dizzy
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Post by Dizzy on May 26, 2006 3:45:55 GMT -5
R’lan wrapped his arms around her, careful of her back. He grimaced only for a moment when he moved wrong. “I’m glad you think so.” He murmured quietly, as he nuzzled her neck again, then her cheek. One hand moved to the back of her head and tangled his fingers in her hair as he pulled her closer and kissed her lips. He was gentle at first, but that didn’t last. The brown rider wanted her, he couldn’t hide it… he wouldn’t. Shereae surely knew.
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