Dizzy
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Post by Dizzy on May 29, 2006 0:33:50 GMT -5
The brown rider had every intention of finding Ceera, the aching throb in his groin told him he had been teased too many times without some type of relief and after walking out on Shereae it was more than likely the last he would see of her. He didn’t get any farther than Nylath’s wallow though, the rainbow faceted eyes whorled in worry as they turned to face R’lan.
Am I worth it?.. Am I really worth it? His self-confidence addled, Shereae’s words bounced around in his head, he couldn‘t help but ask the brown. She didn’t want to ’share herself’ unless she knew it was worth it. ’How the Fall do you know what it’s worth till you’ve already taken that leap?’
I think you are. Shereae does too. Nylath crooned to his, trying to settle the man’s emotions. His had not been this upset since they were weyrlings. Things didn’t bother his rider that often, at least not this way. He had seen His angry but not…
Why does she do this then? The blue eyed man was too upset to realize the brown had called her by name.
I don‘t know. Why do you think you left? Maybe it is the same reason? Nudging his life mate’s shoulder, Nylath tried to lend support.
I left so I could keep my word to her. R’lan walked over to the brown and leaned against his forepaw. Lost in his thoughts for the moment.
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Post by Memorie on May 29, 2006 0:49:32 GMT -5
Shereae, her eyes somewhat swollen with still-falling tears, scuttled around the room, picking up bits and pieces of this and that, and organizing the weyr. She hadn't dared look beyond the weyr door, so she didn't know that R'lan was only out in the wallow, and she didn't hear anything being said over her own bawling. She now lined up his shoes close to his clothes chest at the foot of his bed according to formality and color, lightest-nonformal to darkest formal. The girl had a bit of an organization complex, it was true, and when she was this upset, she was hardpressed to ignore it. So she didn't.
Now she wandered back over to that pile of clean clothes that she had been dreading folding. It wasn't that there were so many, it was that they had to it into the chest at the foot of his bed. She sobbed as she picked up his shirt and folded it so there would be as few creases as possible, even though she knew it was a workshirt. Next was a somewhat formal deal, and she folded it a couple times, not being happy with the way it had turned out the first. Pants. She folded them softly, and put them on the bed next to her. They would go in the bottom, where they belonged on the body, and the shirts on the top. They would go into two piles, separated by formality, and then ordered by color. She retalked herself through these steps as she performed them, still crying, though quieter now. She laid the clothes inside the chest and closed the chest.
Standing, she went to the table, and cleared it off with a dirty pantsleg. She set his quikal glass back down, being careful not to break it. There. The table was clean, all dust now in the already dirty pants. Night table next. Clean. Done and done.
The tears continued still, even when she stood back and looked at her work. She sat down quietly on the bed she had freshly made, creamy coarse sheets neatly tucked under the edges and pillows in place. Laying back, she set her head down on one of R'lan's pillows, and breathed deeply. Oh, her head hurt so bad. Maybe she'd just close her eyes for a minute...and then...
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Dizzy
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Post by Dizzy on May 29, 2006 1:27:19 GMT -5
‘You dumb glow… she was trying to say she cared about you.’ R’lan ran the scene through his mind over and over. Repeating her words. Now that he was away from her, he had placed himself out of the situation he could think a little clearer. The brown rider truly wished he had handled things differently. She had tried to tell him she came with a price… she wanted him but, it would cost. It would cost him more than what she thought he was willing to pay, and she would be bout right on that score.
R’lan stood there for longer than he knew. A goodly portion of time had passed. The sun had gone down.
Nylath? He rubbed his hands against the nutmeg smelling hide affectionately. It was a comfort to feel the bulging muscle under that satin hide.
Mine? Nylath was half asleep, his outer lids nearly closed.
What do you think of Shereae? R’lan didn’t know why he wanted Nylath’s approval of the woman, but somehow he seemed to need it.
Redhair? I like her, she makes you happy. I think you like her too. That is part of the problem. To Nylath, the matter was so simple. If he wanted a green he went after her, but it seemed his rider was having a hard time winning this flight.
I want her Nylath, but not enough to be her weyrmate. I can’t settle down. I’m not like that. I can’t be what she wants.
Nylath only snorted his reply, amusement coloring his tone. He was of the opinion His wanted the woman bad enough to do almost anything.
If you’re going to be that way, I am going back in and going to bed. It’s late. The brown could have told his rider who was asleep one his bed but he chose not to, humor making his eyes glow a clear blue.
There were no glow baskets open and the room was dark. He stopped in the door way, not knowing if he was glad she was gone or if he had expected her, wished for her to stay. The glow of both of the moons though let enough light in through the tall windows so the brown rider could see just enough not to trip. He looked around, but couldn’t get a good look at anything… something wasn’t right. The tall man slipped his shirt over his head, giving a grunt as it stretched sore bruised ribs. He tossed it to the side and sat on the edge of a chair to pull off riding boots, letting each fall to the floor with a thump. R’lan stood again and let his riding pants fall to the ground before heading toward the welcome outline of his bed
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Post by Memorie on May 29, 2006 1:39:49 GMT -5
She heard the thumps, but dismissed them as nightsounds. Halfway remembering her task from the day, she rolled over on the bed, and mostly asleep, said, "Make sure you put those away." What? The sound of her own voice startled her awake, and she sat up quickly, rubbing her eyes and cheeks. "Where am I?" she mumbled, almost incoherently. "Ohhh," and understanding struck. "Shards," she muttered. "R'lan?" she asked fearfully. He had walked out on her; how would he react that she was sitting here on his bed, at nighttime, when she had been so mean to him today. She felt horrible, and she had, by accident, of course, been teasing his ferociously.
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Dizzy
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Post by Dizzy on May 29, 2006 1:54:08 GMT -5
The brown rider jerked his hand back as if it had been biten by a tunnel snake, leaving off pulling back his sheets. “Flaming Shards. What the Fall?” Since when was his bed made? He hadn’t expected anyone in his bed and he couldn’t help the reaction it caused. “Shereae?” R’lan’s voice hit higher than normal, he had no idea what to say or what to do. "You're in my bed... why I haven't a clue." Some how it didn’t bother him though that he was stark ass naked.
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Post by Memorie on May 29, 2006 1:58:07 GMT -5
"Flaming Dragons," she said. "Yeah, sorry, it's me...I must've fallen asleep earlier after cleaning." She grimaced in the dark, and it was surely the ugliest face ever made, so she was glad for the lack of lgiht. She hadn't meant to fall asleep after she cried...but crying was such a release, and her head had hurt so bad from all the tension. "I had a headache," and a heartache, "and I must have just conked out." She sighed, feeling very very foolish. "I'll go now." She started to stand.
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Dizzy
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Post by Dizzy on May 29, 2006 2:05:18 GMT -5
Fumbling for the shield on the glow basket, R’lan managed to get it half open. “Cleaning?” He looked around his weyr, bewildered by what he saw. “You did all this?” The brown rider ran a hand through his dark hair, “Look, I’m…”
As she started to stand he snaked his hand out and grabbed her arm, “Please, you don’t have to go.” R’lan was within inches of her, her bare leg brushed against his and he was keenly aware of the effect.
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Post by Memorie on May 29, 2006 2:11:11 GMT -5
Shereae stopped. His hand was on her arm, holding her back. "You mean," she started, slowly, willing herself to not get her hopes up, "that after all that garbage I talked to you earlier, you would still share your bed with me?" She turned towards him, allowing his hand to stay where it was. She looked down at him, his piercing blue eyes, searching them for deceit, anything that was wrong with this situation, but found nothing.
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Dizzy
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Post by Dizzy on May 29, 2006 2:21:20 GMT -5
“Aye, I’d eagerly share my bed with you.” The edges of his eyes crinkled as he smiled. “That isn’t the point though Shereae. I can’t promise you tomorrow and that is what you want darlin’. As badly as I would like to promise you the world, it would be empty promises that I would want to keep but couldn’t.” He closed his eyes for a moment and swallowed hard the lump that had formed. Fall take him for developing a conscious now.
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Post by Memorie on May 29, 2006 2:34:29 GMT -5
"I see," she said sadly, turning away again. "Well, you have your beliefs and rights, and I have mine. I wish things were different." She guarded herself against further tears now; dramatics would not win R'lan over any day, and especially not this evening. Turning, she removed his hand from her arm, but followed it back up to R'lan's lips. She kissed him. "I really am sorry," she said, apologizing once again for teasing him and then not fulfilling. She turned and walked away from him. She liked him a lot, and it could grow into love, but if he wasn't willing to sacrifice a few things for her, then she could wait until he could.
Stopping at the door, she turned to face him in the dim glowlight. "I'll see you soon, R'lan. Goodnight, and sleep well." She closed the door softly, not slamming it as the angry dragon inside her told her she ought to, but just gently shutting it. She left it a little cracked, and admittedly, she wanted him to chase after her. But she doubted he would.
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Dizzy
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Post by Dizzy on May 29, 2006 2:59:39 GMT -5
Balling his fists tight, R’lan fought the urge to lash out at something, anything. He so wanted to throw the highball glass on the table. To scream at the shutting door. Instead he pulled on his wher hide pants as quickly as he could. She wasn’t going to get away that easily. He did slam the door behind him… verra hard. It took only a few strides to catch up with the woman. The brownrider laid his hand on her shoulder pulling her up sharp he turned her toward him. Figuring the kiss she supplied a few moments ago fulfilled his word, R’lan brought her close and pressed his lips heavily against hers. They were sweet and tender and he lost himself for a precious moment.
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Post by Memorie on May 29, 2006 3:17:27 GMT -5
Shereae's first reaction at being stopped and molested was to hand chop whoever it was in the neck. But she realized that, even though she had been in deep thought, she had heard the door slam from not far behind her. She resisted the urge to defend herself and reacted to his kiss as ardently as it had been given. Her hands found the back of his neck and linked together, allowing her to stand on her tiptoes to reach his lips. Ooh, she had so hoped this would happen!
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Dizzy
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Post by Dizzy on May 29, 2006 3:28:26 GMT -5
Not giving her a moment to think, R’lan continued the kiss. Thankful that she ceased to struggle and actually returned his passion with fervor. His hands found her backside and pulled her closer to him. He squeezed roughly, liking the feel of her ample curves in his hands. He was hardening fast, if he had to stop now after being filled with such need for a third time the brown rider was going to kill someone. Himself, Her… anyone who looked at him wrong.
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Post by Memorie on May 29, 2006 3:42:58 GMT -5
Shereae kissed him back, but when he grasped her, she pulled away. "Ouch, R'lan, be careful, wudja?" she said, grammar slipping once again. She felt him hardening between them, and she knew she had a decision to make.
But this is not my fault! I didn't ask him to chase me! No, but you have been teasing hm and tormenting him since you got in from the beach! Okay, yeah, but this is all him! It's either you help him out, or he hates you. Don't pull that on me! It's true! Nuh-uh!
And so that went on for a few minutes. Finally, she decided she couldn't take it any more, nor quite yet. "R'lan!" she said, speaking as loud as she dared. He didn't let her go. She slapped his face hard.
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Dizzy
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Post by Dizzy on May 29, 2006 3:52:21 GMT -5
He touched the tip of his tongue to his lip and tasted salty blood. She had belted him a good one, but it was not enough to make him back off completely. “You slapped me?“ Surprise carried in his voice, but the brown rider didn’t let go of the young woman, keeping a sharp grip on her upper arm. R’lan met her eyes for a moment before drawing her close to him again. He sharply kissed her, touching his tongue to her lips and begging entrance as he did so.
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