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Post by Memorie on May 28, 2006 15:51:16 GMT -5
The girl let R'lan nuzzle her, and even hug her a bit. She kissed him back when he kissed her, but when he became forceful, she pulled away. "R'lan, I can't do it." She frowned. Hopefully, he'd get the picture. She still had a chance at Impressing a gold, she couldn't mess it up by becoming with child. His fingers were in her hair, and it stung a little, some of the hairs where the scratches were were still tender. She did like him, but...
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Post by Dizzy on May 28, 2006 16:04:16 GMT -5
Pulling her back to him, R’lan kissed her soundly, smothering out all complaint. He ran his hand down her throat, resting it over the place where her heart pounded. With a groan the brown rider pulled away from her, but left his hand. “Why not Redhair?”
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Post by Memorie on May 28, 2006 16:07:37 GMT -5
His hand was still on her neck, but she wasn't as afraid as she would have been with any other man. She looked him square in the eye and set her jaw before answering. "Because," she started. "If I become with child, I can't Impress a dragon." She smiled, and put her chin down so that it rested on the side of his fingers. "I am sorry," she said. She knew it must be really bad for him.
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Post by Dizzy on May 28, 2006 16:24:09 GMT -5
A deep laugh built in the rider’s throat. “Redhair… Is that what has kept you from saying yes to me?” He closed his eyes trying hard to speak through his mirth. “Aye, a pregnancy would keep you from standing.” He brushed her cheek with his thumb, “But there are ways to prevent and even end…” Standing, he wiped his hand over his face. He ached for relief. Shereae had teased him for how many months? “At least I know it isn’t me now.” R’lan was glad he hadn’t gone to Ceera when she had invited, her dark beauty had been tempting but so was Shereae’s creamy flesh. Pacing the length of the room, R’lan poured a shot of amber colored liquid and then drained the glass.
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Post by Memorie on May 28, 2006 16:32:17 GMT -5
She frowned, actively now. "I can't just end it, R'lan," she said to him as he drank his quikal. Her tone was stiff and somewhat sharp. She shook her head and looked away. Why didn't anyone at the Weyr just understand that? "And it's not funny, either. This is a very important thing to me, you know." She didn't really know what else to say, and she was already growing heated under the collar.
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Post by Dizzy on May 28, 2006 16:54:46 GMT -5
Turning to face the redhaired woman, R’lan arched his eyebrow at her tone. A bit of venom dripped from his words. “Enough women do. It is one of the joys of being at the Weyr or didn’t you know that?” The brown rider drained his glass a second time. “I agree it isn’t funny, and that isn’t why I was laughing. It is the fact that you have kept your legs tighter than Mariska wears her riding pants. I was confused… you kiss me like you want me… but you won’t have me take you.” Finding his way back to Shereae, he knelt down at her feet and put his head in her lap, closing his eyes. “How many? How many Hatchings are you going to stand for? It is going to be a good six months till the next.” Inwardly the brown rider groaned again, he didn’t know why he wanted her above all the others he had been with. ’It will end as soon as I take her… my infatuations always do.’ It would be easy to go and find Ceera or Oesalla or both. He toyed with that idea for a moment, he could end his torment… but it wouldn’t stop her face from haunting him in his sleep. ’Fall and Shards, I don ’t even know how old she is.’
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Post by Memorie on May 28, 2006 17:13:59 GMT -5
"Just because other women do it doesn't make it right or okay," she said, lips pulled back in a half-snarl. She had already relaxed her beliefs since coming to this acursed weyr, and this didn't need to be another one of them. But then, his jibe about Mariska made her laugh so hard the acid in her voice and the mean look upon her face disappeared faster than meat strips at a Hatching. Her face went soft when he came and laid his head on her lap, but she grimaced at his words. "As many as I can until a gold finds me acceptable. I may have not Impressed on so far, but Faranth help me, I can try. Why do you ask?" she asked, a little hurt.
Briefly, she wondered if she was just going to end up alone and heartbroken...but he really did seem like a good sort of fellow, and he really was a lot like her own father, and hadn't she always been told girls seek to marry their fathers? He was very happy, a jovial man, it was true, and he did have a love for creatures...granted, his creatures were not the simple runners and herdbeasts of her father's...but still. She really did like him.
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Post by Dizzy on May 28, 2006 17:53:33 GMT -5
“You have to ask?” A devilish look cast across the brown rider’s blue eyes. “I am selfish woman, very selfish.” The brown rider slid his hands up her bare legs. “ Six months is a long time to wait… and it will be longer than six months till the next clutch.” He rested his large weather beaten hands behind her knees, and turned his head up to watch her face. His chin rested easily where her legs pressed together. “Then when you Impress there are the restrictions on weyrlings for the first couple of months.” He couldn’t resist placing a kiss on her upper thigh, he teased with both words and actions. “But with you, you’ll wait the full 18 months because if you are with child you can’t fully take care of your dragon. ” He moved to her other thigh, wishing that she had chosen less practical skirts rather than the short pants so many in the south preferred. “I want you to Impress. I don’t want to stop you, to keep you from finding your life mate, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting you…” R’lan met her eyes again, they twinkled with the lust she inspired in him. “There are other ways…”
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Post by Memorie on May 28, 2006 21:52:40 GMT -5
Shereae shook her head. "Look," she said, "I really do like you, a lot, more than you could probably know. But I'm just not ready. You know how we Holdbred girls are." She grimaced, wondering if that had been the wrong thing to say. Her body was telling her, after he kissed her thighs, to just go with it and give in. But her mind and heart told her to hold off. Especially if she didn't want this man to treat her like some common woman. She didn't want to end up just another lust. If she gave herself to this man, it would be for him, and him alone. The same with any man she liked. Smiling sadly, she raised her eyes to his. "I'm really sorry if you can't hang out with me any more because of that," she said, eyes becoming cloudy with grief and conflict.
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Post by Dizzy on May 28, 2006 22:33:54 GMT -5
“I wish you would let me please you.” A look kin to pain shadowed the tall man’s eyes. “If you wish it though, it is so. I won’t ask again.” R’lan stood, lifting her to her feet by her arm. His grip wasn’t harsh, but it was far from soft. He kissed her once more, before letting go. The brown rider began pacing again, mumbling half to himself.
“The restrictions of the Hold are so the men know whose seed will inherit and to keep control of their women.” ‘Though there is no sure way of knowing and control… heh.’ A grin colored his face for the brown rider did know how hold bred women could be. “I am not a wher, woman… I will admit I want you to warm my bed at night, but you are more than that. I consider you a friend.” He ran his hands through his hair, exasperated. “It is your choice Lady Shereae, you make it now. But by the Shell of Nylath your lips will beg me to take yours soon enough.”
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Post by Memorie on May 28, 2006 22:55:31 GMT -5
When he told her abouth is lack of wherry-dom, she immediately began the defensive. "I never said..." She was shut up by his next words. Her jaw dropped at his self-assuredness, and for a distinct moment, she was dumbfounded. She found her wit quickly, though. "Is that so, Lord R'lan," she said, putting emphasis on the title. She didn't like it when he called her Lady. "Well, how do I know I won't just end up like Oesalla? Just another 'favorite?'" She was angry now. He said he was he was her friend, but why would he be trying to get somewhere with her? "Apparently, the Holds and the Weyrs have a different definition of the word 'friend,'" she said, lips pursed in anger. Her cheeks were red with blushing, but she wasn't entirely sure of why she was so angry. She turned away from him.
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Post by Dizzy on May 28, 2006 23:16:09 GMT -5
Struck dumb, R’lan didn’t quiet know what to say. Fall knows he hadn’t tried to keep his other women from her. It made him angry that she would throw one of his lovers in his face… it hurt worse than the hardest of slaps. “You don’t know anything about Oesella. Don’t judge her. And as far as friends, I have my own definition that apparently you don‘t understand.” To be called the brown rider’s friend was a compliment. His so called favorites were treated well, many knew about each other and were comfortable with that, those that weren’t didn’t keep the brown rider’s company for very long. R’lan had never been in love, he had a few children whom he took a passive role with as was tradition in the Weyr. One son was fostered with this mother and father, showing signs of a talent in Smithing… It was Oesella’s son, Osylan He put his hand on her shoulder, but with drew it quickly.
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Post by Memorie on May 28, 2006 23:43:30 GMT -5
"I didn't judge anyone; I said she was your favorite. And no, I apparently do not understand," she said, eyes welling up. Maybe she just ought to go. His hand on her shoulder surprised her, made her jump, and brought her back to reality. She turned slowly back towards him, still avoiding his eyes. "Look, I am sorry, again...just, being around you and knowing that I can't have you all to myself puts me on edge. I wish I could make you understand. But I don't want to tie you down if you don't want to be tied down. And when I share myself with someone, I want to know that it'll be worth it, and more than just momentary satisfaction."
During this little speech, she moved closer to the man, until they were a scant nine inches apart. She wanted to be held, kissed, slapped, anything right now from him, but she wouldn't push him to it.
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Post by Dizzy on May 29, 2006 0:03:42 GMT -5
Not a word came from the brown rider, his eyes searched hers as she spoke. For a moment he wished he could make her happy, could give her what she asked. He didn’t care for Oesella no more than the fact that she gave life to his son, no more than he did for Ceera or any of the others he had been with. He liked her well enough but there was no love, lust but not love. If he remembered right, Oesella even had a man courting her, who wanted her to settle down with him. At that moment he felt guilty, Shereae deserved more. More than what he would ever be willing to give. It scared the Fall out of him to even think he was giving thought to the idea. “I count you as a friend, Shereae. More than someone I lust for. Someone I can talk to, share things with. You make me smile… Not many women do I count as friend.” R’lan looked down, he couldn’t look at her like that and not wrap his arms around her, smother her in kisses. He had given his word though, made a promise and unless she asked, he wouldn’t. Without another word he walked toward the door, opened it and left.
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Post by Memorie on May 29, 2006 0:20:30 GMT -5
Rolling her eyes as he left, in an attempt to hold back the dam that threatened to burst, Shereae sighed. He left the room, and she collapsed back onto his bed, sobs already encompassing her slight frame. "Char it all!" she said, her voice as heavy as her heart. She didn't know that she had liked the man this much. But at least she had been honest with him, and more importantly, herself. Besides, she could've been hurt more than this. But him walking out on her...That hurts pretty bad, she thought, nodding to herself.
Slowly, she stood, sobs still shaking her. Going to the nearest pile of clothes, she picked up a pair of pants. Doing the default smell test she always did with her own garments, she smelled the crotch. Dirty. She kicked some more clothes aside and started a dirty pile. Next garment. Shirt. Underarm Sniff. Clean. She started the clean clothes pile. She'd fold those after she finished with the pile. Next garment. Shirt. Sniff. Clean. And so it went on, different garments, different piles. The only thing she didn't touch were his undergarments. She wiped her nose on a clean shirt and threw it in the dirty pile. She was starting to get a headache, but she couldn't seem to stop crying.
Next, she organized the Records he had taken out from the Records Room according to date. Then she organized his sweetsands and oils according to first letter of the name of the scent. She was long from done, but the room started to be in order.
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