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Post by Azhdarchid on May 2, 2011 21:22:25 GMT -5
His eyes opened. Darkness clogged his view of everything, as usual, but he still tried as he always did to see through night's curtain. His brain rolled on to remind him of his other senses: he inhaled the dry air of the cramped room, heard the suspicious creak of wood in the bunk frame, and the sudden texture of bedfur beneath his fingers made them twitch in surprise. As soon as he realized where he was, he became preoccupied with leaving the spot. That too was as usual. The only addition to his pre-dawn routine these days was the presence of his harper roommate. Qosis was under the impression that Cysrel did not mind. Or maybe Cysrel rose even earlier; he had never really looked.
But he was a quiet conductor of his morning affairs. He had the courtesy to gather his things for the baths without light, by touch alone. He knew every bump in the stagnant prison of the barracks by now. When he returned to dress he tipped just one of the glows open by a fragile margin, carrying on under the dominant green of the light. He swiveled the basket shut before he left.
Outside the barracks entrance rested some coagulated bands of snow, the Bowl otherwise empty of the stuff for several days running. Qosis stamped the snow and kicked it aside with his boot, so no one might slip on it later. He could not tell what kind of morning it would be yet, save "largely cloudless." The only star risen to prominence so far was the one glowing red, too distant to achieve Pern's dawn.
Pale shadows of the moons dusted him with weak lunar greetings as he crossed the empty Bowl, effecting no more than an oily glimmer down the sleeves of his closed jacket. Qosis glanced up for the eyelights of dragons, but saw nothing. He made his way to the dining hall. The assignment was a familiar one: decorating tables with the appropriate plates, cups and silverware. He hated it. The route was too known to him now. The effort involved was so minuscule his mind was left to wander strange places. No one he knew was there today. He refused to associate with the drudges that took their places.
Finishing quickly, he stalked back out the yawning mouth of the dining hall and then stopped as pink light suffused the eastern sky. Where had he been headed? Back to the barracks, to suffer as usual his ugly thoughts of late? Shells, he had not even erased a fraction of the energy built into his awakening blood. His body felt boundless in its strength and potential, while his mind was seemingly forever shackled by just one recent reminder of things long dead. He needed to run, or find the storage caves deep below this disgustingly bright Weyr Bowl where there were still bags of supplies to be hauled from one place to another. He would do both, he realized. The remainder of the day was a Rest-er. He would do both. Running would be first. A little wide-eyed, he turned to the south.
And ran. His heart stopped trying to jump out of his chest somewhere along the bridge overarching the tail of the Weyr Lake, but continued to tick uneasily as he flanked the feeding grounds. A runnerbeast whinnied just as he rounded the stables, and Qosis actually veered a few steps away in surprise. It had sounded so loud, like the horse was screaming in his ear as it drove up behind him. He continued to move half-turned toward the stables, to see if he could pick out the offender.
Instead he witnessed a glowing shape larger than any dragon he had seen sailing down onto the feeding grounds. Even with the stables in the way he could pick out the high shining points of the wings, and a brief shot of wild eyes. Then he fell to one knee as the scream of the creature crashed into him, and he covered his ears, but it did not seem to help. And the noise never stopped. It even sounded as though joined by others, small and large, but none so great as the first. Before his ears began to bleed, Qosis broke for the storage caves across from the stables. Like a wher driven from the golden dawn, he sought the lowest and darkest place he could find for his shelter.
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Post by Kila on May 3, 2011 5:22:16 GMT -5
After a long night of patrol, Nadya kissed Nadysk good morning, grabbed her towel, and headed off to the baths. She had been with Whinnae, her pet favorite Handler and long-term project, so she was in a good mood. When she slipped out of her clothes, chilled by the winter night, and slipped into the water, it was still not yet morning. There would be only quiet in the Lower Caverns soon, but the world above her, which she had just ruled over as the unchallenged Queen in the chilly darkness, would soon wake. It’s no concern to me now, she thought, leaning back against the bath wall and sliding down deeper into the hot water. Not when Rubkat rises.
After a leisurely soak, Nadya climbed from the bath. She dried herself carelessly, her warm bed and her big Brown man on her mind, and threw on her shirt. As she exited the room, however, she was greeted by the sound of screams and roars. The cacophony was faint, for it had many tunnels to travel through to reach her, but it was clear enough that it pushed thought of sleep momentarily from her mind. Who was flying? She didn’t know many Riders of female dragons, so the answer was beyond her, but she had been in Weyrs long enough that she knew it was something big. Kalith? No, she had flown not all too long ago. Creeping closer, slowly making her way down the tunnel in the direction of the entrance, she was suddenly hit with a wave of flightlust. Definitely someone big. The flightlust made her reason vaguer than usual and pulled her further down the tunnel. She delighted in the feeling, her blood racing and her desire lighting even though no one had called to kindle it. If only there was someone around-
Thwack!
Rounding a corner, Nadya was hit head on by someone running away from the Flight. She stumbled backwards, nearly falling, but caught herself against the stone wall. ”What the shards!? Watch it, you deadglow!” she spat, angrily brought back to reality from her dream-like stupor. She could not see who had run into her because they had also stumbled back (and fallen?) from the impact. Nadya’s head began to ache from where it had smacked against the strangers, but her sense of rage, further fueled by the dim waves of flightlust, was stronger than her sense of pain.
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Post by Azhdarchid on May 3, 2011 11:29:36 GMT -5
Solid as Qosis had been built, he was also disoriented. The impact staggered him back one step, maybe only out of surprise, his high head thrown into a shadow between hall glows. Really, that should have been Nadya's first clue as to her obstacle's identity. No man in this Weyr had an inch on him. Felling him entirely took special maneuvers like a full-bodied kick to the back of the knee, or a queen dragon's lusty summons. Qosis was wary of falling; it was always a long way down.
But she had stopped him dead. He could see her lips moving indelicately around a complaint, though at first he did not hear the words. Alarmed, he put a hand to his ear, turning his head to one side and shutting his eyes against the notion that in his proximity... But sound came back to him as he focused on it. The roaring of dragons had become distant, no more than a baritone buzzing. Qosis did not know if that was because he had blindly flung himself that far away into the caverns, or if it was because the Gold had already sprung into her Flight proper and taken her symphony of suitors with her.
"The queen..." he responded numbly to Nadya's outrage. He had been looking for the words to his recent refrain not today, Nadya and that plaintive murmur came out instead. The trader centered himself with a hand to the wall, and looked around to find out where he was. It was in fact the same haunt he had used to fetch Nadya many times before, though their end destination was never the same. It was just that meeting "by chance" here was markedly less suspicious than, say, walking hand-in-hand out of the Bowl. Or making a possessive cord of his arm around her waist.
They were in the borderlands between the rooms he considered safe to explore for their purposes and the ones too populous to indulge. One could tell which was which by the frequency and tending of the glows in the hall; the ones here were sparse, incompletely replaced where they were dim, and sometimes missing. He really would have preferred the absolute dark, where the caves did not even have furnishings yet. The security was worth the bruises.
That he could smell the sweetsand off her skin as if she were already under him did not escape Qosis. Every sense had returned to the tingling acuteness he first felt when he woke this morning. His own words returned to him: the queen. His queen-- well, the mother of his would-be dragon. The part of him that suddenly wanted to rejoice in the moment leaped out the gate of his apprehensions. It was not him, but the sensation was too exquisite to resist. He had to wonder what the situation was like back at the barracks, where all the honorable fools were just waking up.
Qosis felt a stunned grin form on his lips, heard himself address Nadya like a smokeless idiot: "Good morning. You know, the fighters just weren't doing anything for me anymore..."
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Post by Kila on May 3, 2011 12:16:18 GMT -5
As the offending stranger, who had not fallen, turned his head, the dull light from a glow reflected off his familiar face and stopped Nadya’s angry words. ”Qosis,” she exclaimed, surprised to see him. For the last few sevendays the handsome Candidate had been absent from the Lower Caverns. Nadya had been more intrigued than upset at the abrupt halt to their dangerous game. Though they were by no means in a real relationship, Nadya had seen Qosis more than any other man at Dalibor. More than just pleasurable, their infrequent meetings were grudgingly enjoyable, as she found his humor to her liking and his presence a breath of fresh air among the other Handlers.
When Qosis began to speak and grin like the deadglow she’d only just accused him of being, Nadya had to fight to keep a smile off her own face. She suddenly became aware of how idiotic she must look wearing only her shirt with a towel over her elbow and her hands on her hips. The venom disappeared from her person and was replaced with false anger. ”Good morning indeed,” she humped at him, crossing her arms. The urge to smile remained and she continued to fight it off. ”Thank the egg that I’m not greeted like that every morning. It’s exceedingly rude.”
Moving forward so they were on the same side of the bend in the tunnel, Nadya paced around him, staring him down silently. Restitution for the collision, she shoved him playfully. She still used a good amount of force in the action, but her stature was nothing next to his. A Queen, you say?” If not Kalith then one of the Golds- Calli or Cou or whatever their names were. I guess that would explain why I’m feeling her all the way down here in the Lower Caverns,” she said softly, looking up at him. ”And you?”
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Post by Azhdarchid on May 3, 2011 13:12:09 GMT -5
He remained still under the Handler's inspection, swallowing back any further wooing words that sounded genius to his begreened brain. Why did Nadya have to pace so? She already knew he was magnificent. He wondered if he was going to remember anything this time. He already felt like he had lost the underpinnings of his soul to the queen, and now here was Nadya to take the rest and leave him like a dragon with no thought beyond the present. Qosis woke up a little, again, when Nadya's ineffective shove hit his side. This time he did not even sway, but he did turn his head to regard her as she played up the velvet in her voice.
"Did you need me to move?" he chuckled, grabbing her arm, then letting it trail out of his grasp as he slipped away from her. His stride alone would force her to put effort into keeping up-- surely an embarrassment for the self-assured Nadya. "Are we doing a reenactment here?" the Candidate teased further as he turned to the next dim tunnel. But for a moment the notion stayed with him, whispering that if a reenactment was the situation, wasn't Nadya supposed to be...? Another second and it did not bother him.
Another minute and he was embracing the fever in his blood and bones, refusing his conveniently-dressed follower the barest backward glance. Therein lay his show of confidence that Nadya was as enthralled by him as by the Flight, or rather that she could not resist in the face of draconic impulse. "I am in fact completely immune," he announced. "I feel nothing. I will escape this experience utterly unscathed." At last he grinned over his shoulder, though the detail was not revealed by their favored darkness. Rather his silhouette just appeared to turn, and more importantly his step slowed, though he refused to stop for her.
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Post by Kila on May 3, 2011 16:19:48 GMT -5
Nadya savored the sensation of Qosis’ fingers running down her arm, pleasured by his touch, and at last allowed a smirk as he pulled away. How she loved playing hard to get. Qosis walked, Nadya followed.
”I’ve never been a fan of reenactments- I’d much rather do things my own way,” she replied from behind, stalking him down the tunnels to wherever it was he thought he was going. The place was irrelevant for they would end up in the same situation no matter where they stopped. ”But in this case… I think it might be appropriate. Shouldn’t you be chasing me, though?” Qosis in no way fit the role of Queen- that title was hers in this game. If Nadya was Queen, that meant she got to choose whoever she wanted, and right then that was Qosis.
Though her legs were long, Qosis’ were longer. She was interested in matching his pace, however. When he finally looked back, she pounced. Normally when they were together it was he who was the dominant one, fine with her because in every other situation she was, but this time she was in no mood to be passive. Surging forward and wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she rubbed her nose suggestively across the back of his neck and exhaled. ”Do reenactments usually involve such silly games?” she demanded quietly.
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Post by Azhdarchid on May 3, 2011 16:54:52 GMT -5
"I thought about it," Qosis started to say, but his voice hissed the words when Nadya collided with his back. She could not even fell him then, and he threw his shoulders back as if a bad-tempered runner seeking to toss her from the saddle. A short sigh replied to the touch at his neck, then the Dragon Candidate laughed in the dark. "But you are so slow, woman, it would not have been much of a challenge. Look at how long it took you to catch up!" The tease ignored how at any point Nadya could have overcome him by simply running where he only strolled.
He licked his lips, glancing to either side where Nadya's arms were encircling him from. Then he reached back to locate her legs, seizing them behind the knee and hauling her feet off the ground. "I don't know," he mused as he carried her to the nearest turn-off into some dismal black alcove. Even there the atmosphere was thick with the inspirations of Flight. "Is there anything you can do back there that isn't a silly game?" Loosing his right arm from her right leg, he gripped her left all the tighter and tried to drag her around to his front. It would be an awkward passage, suitable to dethrone the self-named queen. As it was she would catch more wherhide than skin in her probings, as unlike her Qosis was still fully dressed for the Winter morning.
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Post by Kila on May 3, 2011 18:20:05 GMT -5
”If I had been flying and you chasing you would never have got me- not until I wanted you to,” she retorted grumpily, nipping his ear. Stupid man; sometimes she tired of his arrogance, and though she had no qualms with hypocrisy, she normally just pushed it aside and ignored it. She didn’t blame him for being him, but he couldn’t blame her for hating it. When he picked her up piggy-back style, however, she supposed his more obnoxious man qualities could be forgiven. There were some good ones.
”I’m sure I could think of something from back here,” Nadya replied as they slipped into comforting inky darkness. That lack of lights made their proximity even more enthralling. When he let go of one of her legs and made to swing her to his front, she moved with him, making the transition graceful and painless. Now face to face with him, legs wrapped around his face and arms on his shoulders, she moved in close. ”I think I can do much better from here, though.” Trailing her hands down to his chest, she rested her forehead against his and began to slowly unbuckle his jacket, the lust growing ever stronger as her and Callistath’s races neared an end.
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Post by Azhdarchid on May 3, 2011 22:36:55 GMT -5
"Sure you could, but I am not that patient." Qosis knew he was wading the limits of Nadya's tolerance for baiting. He also knew there was not a teasing word on Pern that would keep her from him right now. But he let the subject of who would Catch who, and how fast, and how hard, lapse to the wayside. They had each other now. "I like to keep you where you are most useful." He seized one of Nadya's wrists, and directed her hand lower. His other arm, supporting her from below, bumped her closer all-at-once in a mockery of her own attempts at proximity.
Her forehead slipped away from his in the maneuver; Qosis found her mouth instead, licking her lip to warn of his imminent admittance. He let her fuss with the jacket, and anything else, using his own free arm to negotiate the boundaries of the alcove. He felt for the contours in the wall that were gentle enough to fit the line of her back, where the stone was polished instead of gritty. When the wherhide had been moved off one of his shoulders, he switched which of his arms held her till she managed to get both sleeves detached from him. Qosis took the jacket and pressed it to the wall, then laid Nadya against the soft buffer.
The culminating reenactment and Nadya's ear-nipping complaint still vied in his thoughts as he kissed the Handler's brow. "There is something I should tell you," he said, shocked as anyone on the point. "Not should-- want to. It's important-- no, it's interesting. You will find it interesting." Surely the only time Qosis could be misjudging his own intentions and opinions was under the second sun of a Rising queen.
He took one of those steadying breaths, and hiked Nadya's legs over his hips. The rising anxiety in his voice did not hold a candle to the tension in his body. "It's not that important," he amended. "I can tell you later."
Later, after the necessity of the present waned enough that they had the presence of mind to even strip the rest of their clothing. After the dragon's hold dissipated and he could find coherence again and give it words to speak by. After he had become comfortable with her via sheer prolonged proximity. She was a woman, but a Wherhandler. She would understand. Qosis mistakenly believed that he would, too.
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Post by Kila on May 4, 2011 8:48:20 GMT -5
Nadya was only too happy to have the distance between them closed when Qosis pulled her to him. Her hands wandered with the ease of practice, setting free clothing wherever her fingers touched. Even the sturdy belt was only a small barrier, and when he guided her hand lower she did away with it without missing a beat as he carried her deeper into the tunnels.
She smiled when he finally rested her against the wall, his jacket padding the stone for her. The buffer was a simple gesture, but rang as oddly considerate for a pair who seemed to use each other only for pleasure. The kiss on the forehead that followed echoed the same sentiments. She remained silent as he spoke, her fingers twining in and out of his hair. The tone of his words was not a normal one for Qosis, and because Nadya granted him her undivided attention, putting even the emotions of the flight at bay. He had something to say- that much he managed to get out- but she arched her eyebrows with interest and mirth when he told her how the news would make her feel. Like he would know. As long as it’s not an “I love you”. Nadya had issues dealing with those. Though he seemed serious, it was not the vibe she got, so she remained calm and impassive. “I can tell you later” was the green light to get on whit the show, so the Handler let it slide when their lips finally crashed, but she did not forget.
”So what were you going to tell me?” she asked much later when the fire had passed and they were resting. Nadya had a wicked good memory, and her lover’s strange almost-confession was something that she was going to let him get away without finishing. ”Was it the reason why you quit the caverns and our normal haunts for the past few sevendays?” she guessed, devilishly bringing up his conspicuous absence from her bed. Or floor. Or wall. Or whatever, really. In their romp they had managed to find one of the many out of the way spots in the tunnel network so they were not in danger of being found. Nadya walked her fingers up his arm and poked his cheek gently. ”Or something else?”
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Post by Azhdarchid on May 4, 2011 10:09:01 GMT -5
With his arm flexed behind his head as a pillow, Qosis had fallen into a light doze when Nadya's voice intruded on his relaxation. His eyes were shut, the press of her body to his side a reassuring familiarity in the black alcove. It was cool. The sweat on his skin lingered longer than its purpose and exacerbated the chill. And the stone made a poor lounger, but the trader had never been picky. He did reach across the floor once or twice seeking jacket or cloth to blanket himself, but all he found was one of his boots lying on its side. When Nadya spoke he made the show of minor limb adjustments characteristic of a man surprised into waking.
"What?" he croaked, genuinely confused in the wake of their strenuous passions. And dry in the throat. He had a hip-flask on his belt, which was...somewhere. It was not that big a notch in the wall- where had everything gone? Qosis settled for swallowing to moisten his tongue, flinching his face away from the prodding. Nadya showing curiosity about anything once their business was done was highly unusual. Maybe she was still feeling the Flight. He thought he was. He tried giving her a disapproving look, then remembered even a Handler was blind down here. "'S...nothin'," he said, garbling the word in a manner acceptable among caravan wagons but not at the Weyr.
Qosis paused to let himself stir a little more from the blurred heart of the encounter. "It is nothing," he corrected, reciting each word as a drill against further language degradation. "The Flight," he claimed as an excuse, lifting his arm off her momentarily and gesturing up at distant dragons and their lovely pink skies. "So it wasn't even me." His eyes flickered toward where Nadya's face would be. "It was nice though," he allowed. A silence filled the pause, followed by what was almost a sigh before he got up on his side, moving the arm around Nadya to cradle her head as he turned her on her back.
His other hand searched down her body, pausing against her thigh. "I hope someone flew that queen as well as us here," he said, with a return to former cheesiness. "I need my dragon now. Actually I don't need him now...I need him in a few sevendays. Then I can take the vow of chastity or whatever the shells they make you do and resign myself to a sexless existence in the name of Pern." Qosis grinned hopefully for his exaggeration, and his sidestepping of Nadya's question. He was clearly quite capable of enduring the torment described, considering how he had not bothered to show up to treat it for so long. " I do need those few sevendays though, to make my farewells. It's a mourning period." He allowed his hand to move freely again. "You want more?"
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Post by Kila on May 4, 2011 12:07:34 GMT -5
What was he grappling around for, Nadya wondered as Qosis’ hand searched blindly on the floor around him; she was right there. His first word was more of a grunt. It took her less long to discern it than he might have thought, but even if she hadn’t been able to she knew that it was not an answer. ”Nothing, or the Flight?” she wheedled, calling out his contradiction. She had a hunch that they were both lies. ”You are still very much yourself during a flight. It’s not as if we were bonded to the dragons flying,” she pointed out.
When Qosis finally moved Nadya rested peacefully and patiently in the crook of his arm, her body still touching his. He had many more clothes to find in the dark than she did this time. Perhaps I should always wander around in nothing but a shirt or jacket, she thought. The thought was tempting, not only because of the ease it afforded her in such situations as the one that had just arisen, but because she loved being naked. If she didn’t live in a Weyr she supposed she and Nadysk would wander around naked together all the day.
”It was nice,” she agreed at last as he began to run his hand over her body. His next statement, however, was rather displeasing. ”Oh yes, the Weyrling’s vow of chastity,” she said, wrinkling her nose at the idea. It was so inconvenient, people impressing dragons. She didn’t tangle with Candidates as much as people who were already bonded (and closer to her age), but when it did happen the post-impression period was a real killjoy. ”I guess I’ll just have to run off and play with some of my other friends then,” she sighed, not counting it as a dire loss. ”I hope you enjoy your chastity,” she teased, knowing that even though he would make it he would miss the joys adult fun. ”Mourning period or no.”
When his hands began to rove again Nadya arched her back slightly, tipping her head back and smiling with closed eyes. His question amused her. ”Would I ever say no to that offer?” she laughed. ”But you know what I’d like maybe even more?” Her hand found his and caressed his arm. ”A real answer to that question I asked you.”
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Post by Azhdarchid on May 4, 2011 12:58:19 GMT -5
Qosis had always made detachment from himself in a bonded-induced state a part of his justification for any actions taken during that time. Nadya's hole-poking in that personal theory was greeted with an irritated silence. He recovered when her own complaints started shining through, and bent down to kiss her as he stoked her flesh with rough fingertips.
"I see the loss is overwhelming you," he murmured with his lips brushing over hers on each word. Qosis glanced uselessly to his arm as her hand came across it. She always knew to apply a little pressure, so he could feel the touch beneath his scars. He moved his hand away from its business of deliberate distraction. But in its place he shifted his body atop hers, keeping his hands and knees mostly on the floor so she was not crushed to discomfort. To his credit he only lay there, considering the request and then maneuvering his arms behind her in an undemanding embrace.
He had made his decision, and now only needed to gather the words. He doubted Nadya cared half as much as he did, but the Flight-- he was still blaming it no matter what she said --left him unable to cancel out his emotional investment. "What I wanted to tell you before...it's just that I had a wher too. I thought you should know. And I was thinking that I have been good entertainment for you for a while now, so maybe if I could just touch yours, or see her...that would be something good you could do for me." Qosis let go of the Handler, sitting up and edging backwards till he was kneeling between her legs.
He lifted her the left with one hand, kissing at the inside corner of her knee, quite prepared to illustrate the benefits of this arrangement as long as he was able. As if Nadya did not already know! "I forgot how hard it would be," he continued, his voice dissonant with his affections. "That the Handlers all work at night while I am sleeping. I never did that. But you came out in the day, so I found you. And then I tried...at the Hatching...but it didn't work. There's-- those sharding new-colors...and it went all wrong. It was the opposite of what I thought. So I just need...one...just once. Something that isn't crazy. Then I'll have the dragon and I can focus on that." Qosis started kissing down from her knee toward her thighs. "Consider it."
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Post by Kila on May 5, 2011 4:56:24 GMT -5
”Completely overwhelming,” she murmured in agreement, happier to rest in the present moment where his lips were brushing against her than in the future. His body weight on top of her was comforting, like a (really) heavy fur, and with his arms around her she finally shut up and listened to words that he summoned.
What Qosis told Nadya was as interesting to her as predicted, despite her earlier skepticism. She was surprised that he had kept it from her until now, though they shared little of their personal lives with one another. He said he had not altered his schedule to that of his Wher’s, so he hadn’t been in a Weyr. A bonded trader- interesting indeed. She very tactfully and thoughtfully withheld the question of why he was no longer bonded.
It was the “her” that really amused Nadya. It only proved how little they had shared with each other. She arched her brow at the word and continued to watch his face in the dark. Though being on top of her was far from innocent, his plea made him sound more like a child than she had ever heard. Whatever had happened to his bonded, she assumed, must not have been nice, for it seemed painful for him to reveal this information and make his request. He said he needed something that wasn’t crazy, and though Nadya didn’t place herself and Nadysk in that category, she would not refuse him. He was sure in for a surprise, though.
”Of course you can see Nadysk,” she replied gently, sensitive, for once, of his feelings. She reached up to touch his face reassuringly, but he had already sat up and was between her legs. When he took her left one in his hand and began to kiss suggestively she purred with pleasure. ”You don’t have to convince me, but I won’t say no; I’m more than happy to show off my baby. Nadysk is the love of my life. You’ll see.”
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Post by Azhdarchid on May 5, 2011 11:17:35 GMT -5
"Good," Qosis answered breathily, exhaling his sigh of relief at the same time as the word. He closed his eyes as Nadya announced her receptivity to the descending brushes of his lips, laying down on his stomach as he moved. His toes hit cold stone, and with a murmur of surprise he jerked his foot away from the wall it had struck as he stretched out. He decided to turn the pause intentional: "No convincing though?" he teased, voice restored to its usual deep confidence. "Does that mean I have to stop?"
The way Nadya had spoken of Nadysk-- Nadysk! he repeated privately more than once, happy just to hear the tail-end of the name --was as reassuring as her response to the request. It was so familiar and...well, Qosis paid substantially more attention to the Handler afterwards than before, though Flightsex was not the most comprehensive benchmark.
Later, when he still could not find his clothing anywhere, he ventured out of the alcove toward the upper levels. Seizing the first glow he found, he shut its basket and crept back into the fog of black tunnels, opening the glow just a sliver when he reached Nadya. Qosis blinked. He had managed to stuff all their clothing-- his and Nadya's --into a fissure in the wall at his eye-level. The only exception was their boots, which were in the alcove and hallway, and his jacket, which he had rested on its own private ledge.
He grimaced at the thought of what might be lurking in the hole along with their things, and motioned Nadya out of the alcove before he began knocking the clothing free. Qosis picked up each article and gave it a little shake, then passed Nadya hers and set the glowbasket down to put on his own. Nadya's lack of pants was her own problem. After he had dressed, he retrieved the glow and made the mistake of glancing back into the fissure he had emptied of clothing.
Qosis stood a little straighter, then shut the basket. "Time to go," he told Nadya, then immediately reached out and seized her arm to keep her from leaving. "I don't think it would be a good idea to meet in your quarters. It's too strange for a dragon Candidate to be there. ...even if we leave the door open." The trader smirked. "There's a little breathing room between the end of dinner and when they expect us to be at bed in the barracks. A sevenday from now, I will go to dinner, but leave early. Stay a while after that, then meet me in the southern wing of these storage caves. Do you remember the big room? It was full of flour bags..."
Qosis' grin was leaking into his voice. "Anyway I think it's empty now, but go there if it's alright with Nadysk." He released her arm, throwing another wary look into the blackness of the alcove and that unsettling gap in the wall before he set off. Would it seem suspicious, he wondered, to inform the Weyrfolk that they had a nest of brown tunnelsnakes in such a place?
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Kila
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Post by Kila on May 5, 2011 14:39:02 GMT -5
Nadya was sure she had something right, because the flightsex was nothing next to what followed. By the time they were really done it was well into the day and she was ready to go to bed for non-recreational purposes. Ever the more responsible party, Nadya was perfectly content to let Qosis go hunt for a glow and, when he returned, their misplaced articles of clothing. The unlikely pair located the clothes in question at the same time. Nadya made a face. Why on Pern had he stuffed them way up there? Not important. I’ll have to bathe again anyway.
Pulling on her loose shirt easily, Nadya waited patiently for Qosis to redress himself. She was ready to go when he finished, but his hand suddenly on her arm held her back. ”Yes?” she said and listened to his proposal. ”Oh, I remember the room with the flour,” she said with a smile. When they had left they had been a conspicuous shade of white. ”As you like it, Qosis. I’m sure the place will be irrelevant to Nadysk.” When he released her she rocked forward and up on her tip-toes and kissed him on the chin. ”Later, handsome,” she drawled and slipped off into the darkness. Her presence in any part of the caverns, unlike Qosis, was not suspicious, even though it was close to midday. Even if someone did find it odd, she carried herself with such thoughtless confidence that no one would say a thing.
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