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740.04.01 | Green, Green, Blue! - Casa - 19.Apr.19
Casa came to with a soft murmuring mew as she stretched, not opening her eyes yet; she had that content warmth through her limbs that told her she’d thoroughly enjoyed her favourite form of exercise before falling asleep. Her nakedness and the familiar feel of her own bed only confirmed that fact – because, despite the likely belief of her many lovers and general gossip mongers, Casa didn’t actually sleep naked if there was no one to sleep with her. She didn’t like the idea of being stark naked if the Weyr fell down around her, and since exactly that had happened to her in her youth, she didn’t want to risk it. Not that she’d been naked during the landslide and for which she was very grateful.
Her idle thoughts were interrupted, as the flow of emotions from her dragon was finally acknowledge. The combination made Casa frown, her eyes flickering open to peer up at her ceiling, not yet turning to see who her companion was. No, not yet – it was far too entertaining to be flooded by Thallyath, with a combination of smug satisfaction of a successful first flight, and the mortification of who had caught her. Smug satisfaction Casa had expected, it was something they were taught about – the mortification surprised her. In retrospect, it shouldn’t have – Thallyath was always mortified by one thing or another, usually Casa.
Casa, however, could not be blamed for whomever had caught her dragon. That was all on Thallyath – which increased Casa’s amusement so she snorted softly at Thallyath, the gold dragon mentally crawling into a hole and dying, though she didn’t move from beside her flight partner. Well, there went Casa’s original assumption that Thallyath was caught by Syrendryth. No matter how smug she was about her flight, Casa knew that Thallyath would not have remained curled up with the bronze – let alone allow him to sleep on her ledge. No, that meant it was someone else though Casa couldn’t think of any other dragon that would cause Thallyath such deep distress.
Rolling her head carefully so she could peer at the person beside her, her eyebrows arched slightly in curiosity – Thallyath was digging her hole deeper, refusing to reveal the winner of her flight in any capacity – Casa found herself meeting the equally surprised eyes of Nerreh. Casa burst into a peal of laughter, hitching herself up on one elbow so she could smirk at the other rider. “You were caught by a green!” she crowed, falling back down onto the bed, laughing maniacally for several minutes. It was a while before Casa bothered to try and pull herself together. When she did, she wiped away her tears, giggling with the occasional hiccup as she took deep breaths to calm herself. “Oh, Faranth,” she whispered, giggling again.
RE: 740.04.01 | Green, Green, Blue! - N'reh - 20.Apr.19
Nerreh had not even slightly seen this coming. She didn’t think Faxxonth had really expected it either, and he was the one who’d decided joining the Flight would be fun. Well, he was definitely questioning his choices just then, huddled up next to Thallyath and trying to be as unoffensive as possible. Faxxonth could tell she was, ah, not exactly thrilled by his presence. His elation at winning, at winning a gold was mostly buried under concern that Thallyath, who was indeed bigger than him, would decide she didn’t want a little upstart blue there with her and decide to squash him or something. He was not going to risk his pretty, almost fully adult, hide, oh no he wasn’t. Nerreh was impressed by Faxx’s restraint.
Faxxonth’s conflicted feelings were mirrored by his rider’s. Nerreh was relieved she hadn't ended up with some random male dragonrider — like, she’d accepted it as a possibility, but that didn’t mean she liked it — and she did actually like Casa — they were friendly, and she really was pretty — but oh boy was a blue thought to be a green catching a gold dragon going to be a downright joy to deal with. She’d just thought people would start questioning her about why her green dragon was into golds, and then trying to convince people Faxx was, in fact, blue, but this… Well, they’d see, wouldn’t they? Still, Nerreh doubted it’d be fun. Fan-fucking-tastic.
It really didn’t help that when Casa opened her eyes she took one look at Nerreh and started laughing. Laughing! What the fuck? Not that Nerreh expected it either, and if she’d been a little less overwhelmed at the moment she would have agreed that it was pretty damn funny, but right then it just stung. Was she and Faxx winning that much of a joke? What was going on in Casa’s head? She’d said ‘green,’ hadn’t she, did she really still think Faxx was green? Were people still going to think Faxx was green, even after this? What the fuck.
“Uh, hey Casa,” Nerreh said once the goldrider’s laughing fit had subsided. Beyond that, she really didn’t know what to say. ‘Surprise?’ ‘So what was that laughter about, huh?’ What a fucking introduction to Flights, Nerreh thought. Faxxonth, meekly resting beside Thallyath, expressed his silent agreement.
RE: 740.04.01 | Green, Green, Blue! - Casa - 11.May.19
Casa, who was still randomly exhaling a giggle, gave Nerreh an apologetic look. “Sorry,” she mumbled, though her green eyes were still alight with mirth. Casa twisted, so she could perch herself on her elbow, facing Nerreh and grinning. “For almost six turns, I’ve listened to her, and her super-sized ego crap on about how no bronze is good enough for her.” Her grin morphed into a smirk. “Didn’t realise that meant she was going to tangle with another colour, though. Figured she’d pick the least offensive bronze, not, you know… get caught by a Weyrling.” Casa waved her hand idly, and snorted, shaking her head.
Casa gave another snort of laughter, and shook her head. “Do you think blues are able to sire clutches?” Casa asked, relaxing back onto the bed and folding her arm under her head so she could frown thoughtfully at Nerreh. “I mean, greens never lay eggs… though they get caught by bronzes sometimes, too, so that could be a green thing. I don’t think I’ve ever heard of a blue fathering a clutch, though. What do you think?” Lifting her eyebrows, Casa smiled encouragingly at Nerreh, not at all finding it weird to have such a conversation while stark naked, in bed, post flight with someone that could really only be considered a friend if she tilted her head and squinted.
She had, after all, developed various relationships in more obscure locations… positions… situations.
RE: 740.04.01 | Green, Green, Blue! - N'reh - 13.May.19
It seemed like forever until Casa stopped giggling, and Nerreh just lay there awkwardly until the goldrider started saying actual words. Which, okay, good, sounded like Casa was laughing at Thallyath and not Nerreh. Probably. That was definitely better than laughing at her. Nerreh shuffled a little to make the angle her neck had to be at to look at Casa less painful.
“Well, uh, here we are, I guess. Weyrling blue pair. Faxx is definitely blue, by the way, if that wasn’t explicitly clear by now.” Nerreh stumbled through the words a bit, still a bit bewildered by how this had turned out. Faxx had just wanted to do some fancy flying and confuse people about what color he was, he hadn’t actually been meaning to catch Thallyath. Sex appeal of a Rising gold was too much for an inexperienced Weyrling to resist, clearly. Nerreh remembered how Faxx didn’t even think about catching her, just moved, just did it, as if he had no control over pursuing her at that point. Damn. Golds didn’t fuck around, did they? Made the entire Weyr want them. Faxxonth hummed in agreement, and breathed a sigh of relief as Thallyath relaxed and he was less concerned she was going to kick him off the ledge. Still, he wasn’t stupid and wasn’t going to push his luck with her. Not today, at least.
“I’ve never heard of a blue fathering a Clutch,” Nerreh started slowly, thinking, “but I don’t think I’ve heard of a blue catching a gold in the first place, either. Need the one to have the other, don’t you. So, uh, uncharted territory, this. Guess we’ll see?” Faxxonth siring a Clutch. Fuck. Nerreh had never considered that in the slightest. It just didn’t happen. Well, it had happened. Just Nerreh’s luck to Impress the most confusing dragon on Pern.
We fit very well together, Faxxonth said smugly. Nerreh sighed, and tried to focus on Casa instead of her frustrating dragon. Which was actually a bad idea because that meant she was looking at Casa, who was smiling at her and also naked and wow she was really pretty. Did Casa even like girls? Nerreh had heard plenty of gossip about Casa and pretty much all the men in the Weyr who weren’t gay or exclusive and actually committed to that exclusivity, but she couldn’t in that moment remember if there were any other girls mentioned in said gossip. Could Nerreh not remember cause she hadn’t heard it or because the only brain capacity she had left was devoted to ‘Casa pretty, tits good?’ Fuck.
RE: 740.04.01 | Green, Green, Blue! - Casa - 31.May.19
Casa laughed softly. “I don’t know,” she said cheerfully, flicking her hair away from her face with a jerk of her head. “I rather enjoy the concept of my dragon being caught by a green.” She laughed again, tossing a fond look towards the direction Thallyath was in when the little gold grumbled, but didn’t really put up much of a fight. She was tired, and as she shifted and shuffled around, she sprawled out on the ground in a rather regal manner and puffed out a long sigh. She didn’t care if Faxxonth stayed with her or left, he was free to do as he wanted, so long as she was allowed to sleep while the humans fussed over what the event meant. Thallyath didn’t care.
“I guess we’ll just have to wait and find out,” she said, still with that cheerfulness that she seemed to be radiating. Then a mischievous look came over her features, and she perched herself up on one elbow, and tilted so she was looking down at a rather dazed looking Nerreh. She’d seen that look before, and Casa preened in it, lowering her eyelids to give Nerreh a sultry look. While she hadn’t fooled around with other women even a fraction as much as she had with men, Casa wasn’t opposed to the idea. She’d enjoyed what little she’d gotten up to with Mylorah, it was just that with an army of men knocking on her door, she really hadn’t found the need to go and hunt down a woman for companionship. Besides, she loved the D. Why knock a good thing?
Running her hand playfully up Nerreh’s inner thigh, Casa gave a soft, throaty laugh suddenly. “You’re going to become a hot commodity,” Casa murmured, her hand still creeping higher, pausing and then sweeping down again in a teasing, soft touch. “Everyone will want to know if you have secretly always been a boy like your dragon,” smiling softly, Casa rested her hand gently on Nerreh’s hip, watching playfully to see what Nerreh had to say about that. Casa couldn’t recall a whole lot of gossip about the bluerider’s bedroom habits, which meant there probably weren’t a lot of notches on Nerreh’s belt. That, in turn, meant there would be more curious conquerors coming to investigate. How would the pair handle that? If most everyone was suddenly pounding on their door to get a look at what lay under Nerreh’s clothes?
RE: 740.04.01 | Green, Green, Blue! - N'reh - 01.Jun.19
Nerreh lost the last shred of mental functioning she had at Casa touching her, and any response she may have been forming to Casa’s last statement fizzled into nothing, as Nerreh’s breath caught in her throat and she blinked dumbly at the goldrider. Oh. Okay. Maybe Casa was a little interested. Cool.
And then Casa’s next statement sent Nerreh’s thoughts whirring back into action. Wouldn’t that be something, if she could just be a boy now, like Faxxonth? No one would believe it, no chance. People could probably accept a dragon being mistaken for a different color for under a turn, but no one would accept the same for a human, especially considering Nerreh was almost nineteen. No fucking way. But wouldn’t that be nice. Nerreh would love if the world let her be a boy for real, not just people who didn’t know her and thought she looked boyish. It would never happen, but Nerreh loved the idea and would have to think more on it later. Because Casa was giving Nerreh a look, as if she was just waiting to see what Nerreh did next, and Nerreh didn’t want to disappoint her.
Emboldened by the idea people might wonder if she were a boy, Nerreh rested a hand on top of Casa’s on her hip for a brief moment before suddenly moving, taking Casa’s hand with her and pinned it to the bed. In the same motion, Nerreh rolled to loom over Casa, knees on either side of the goldrider’s hips.
“We’ll just have to keep them guessing,” Nerreh smirked, taking a moment just to openly look at Casa. To Nerreh’s delight, she seemed to be into the new development, and Nerreh carefully shifted so that she had better balance while still keeping a firm hold on Casa’s wrist. Satisfied he wasn’t going to fall on Casa accidentally, Nerreh leaned forward to start kissing and nipping along Casa’s jawline, eager to see how this might turn out.
RE: 740.04.01 | Green, Green, Blue! - Casa - 02.Jul.19
Casa gasped in delighted surprise when Nerreh suddenly pinned her down; it was only by the one wrist, but it was enough, and Casa smiled invitingly up at Nerreh, sinking into the bed and preening under the open, honest gaze. Casa loved being looked at in general – she loved it even more when the gaze was filled with heat and lust. Shifting her hips wantonly, Casa hummed in quiet approval as Nerreh’s kisses turned into nips along her jaw.
The hand that wasn’t pinned to the mattress lifted to brush the short locks of dark hair, fingers splaying across the back of Nerreh’s head so she could bring her head ([Thallyath]I thought Faxxonth’s was a boy now, too?[/Thallayth]) down to seal their lips in a heated kiss; Casa smiling into the action at Thallyath’s sleepy comment. The body perched above her was made of all the same parts as her own, but where Casa flaunted her femininity, with her small hips and bust, and her tiny waist; where Mylorah was smooth curves and strong limbs; Nerreh was lithe muscles and sharp lines. Casa revelled in the strange new experience.
Not really having gone so far with Mylorah, Casa enjoyed the thrill of learning on the job with Nerreh, laughing with playful delight when one of them did something silly or odd (which Casa was prone to doing, partly to cut down on any anxiety either of them might be brewing, and partly because it was fun) and definitely not being quiet when Nerreh hit any of the right spots. Casa had never been one to be a silent lover, and she had learned early that if she let her partner know what she liked when her body told her, they were more inclined to get the message. She never faked it, though. That was just ridiculous and she’d scolded more than one of her female companions for pretending their mate or lover was better than he was. It was ridiculous!
Casa, as a result, wasn’t shy about telling her lover if something was done that she didn’t like. But, in all honesty, Casa had so rarely come across things she didn’t like, that it was mostly a non-issue. Not to say her lovers were excellent; Casa was remarkably knowledgeable about her body and was wickedly direct with helping Nerreh out when he stumbled. (A sly little smirk twitched at Casa’s lips every time she thought of Nerreh as a man, though never gave comment of what caused it, and the expression would fade over time as she got more comfortable with the usage and less aware of it.)
Casa gave a soft, moaning whimper as she cuddled up against Nerreh. The sweat had cooled, which was making her feel chilled, which made her desire a bath. But that meant actually getting up, and while Casa had a small bathing room within her weyr, it was on the other side of it. Her limbs were still made of noodles, and the bed was so comfortable. Alas, Casa sighed dramatically as she sat up, leaning over Nerreh to give her companion’s shoulder a gentle shake. Casa, at least, had been dozing on and off for the last little while. She assumed the same of Nerreh.
“Come for a bath?” Casa asked in a low murmur, feeling the weight of the day – week, really, when she considered Thallyath’s growing emotions and proddiness prior to her Flight – bearing down on her like sacks of heavy flour. “Thally will call someone to change the bedding.” A twitch of her lips (she didn’t envy that person), “and bring food,” Casa moaned, before she more or less tumbled out of bed, finding her centre of gravity and stifling as laugh as she peered out of the bedroom and into the main room. “What a disaster,” she giggled.
RE: 740.04.01 | Green, Green, Blue! - N'reh - 05.Jul.19
Nerreh might not have been as sexually experienced as Casa overall, but he wasn’t totally virginal, and had at least some experience having sex with women — more than Casa, almost certainly, which helped him keep from totally freaking out. He may not have been super experienced at going down on women, but she’d at least done it a few times before, and Casa was so helpfully responsive, so it was easy for Nerreh to tell when he was doing something right and to keep doing it. The encouragement definitely kept Nerreh from panicking too much about ‘what the fuck, I am having sex with Casa, how did this happen,’ though she did stumble a few times, but Casa seemed to just brush it off, laughing at things both of them did and eagerly continuing or trying something new. It was… nice. Reassuring that he wasn’t fucking it up too bad.
It was also way more intense than Nerreh remembered sex being, but she figured the combination of mingling dragon emotions, first time Flight dazedness, and not having gotten laid in nearly a fucking turn was the source of that. Or Casa was just fucking amazing at sex. Probably both, to tell the truth. He played the events of the past — how long had it been? Hours? — over and over in his head, still not believing most of it had actually happened. But even with his eyes closed, Nerreh could still feel Casa curled up against her bare skin, and he couldn’t ignore that it was real.
’You make my life extremely interesting,’ Nerreh thought at Faxxonth, who gave a pleased hum, now having relaxed somewhat and no longer terrified Thallyath was going to bite him. He still wasn’t going to push his luck, but he was lounging a bit now instead of staying as rigid and still as possible.
“Hmn?” Nerreh asked, blinking her eyes open when Casa nudged him, pulling back from Faxxonth and focusing on Casa, “Oh, sure. Bath sounds good.” Nerreh had a moment of fear about going out into the Weyr — she forgot goldriders often had their own private baths in their weyrs, and had no idea Casa had one — before getting distracted at the idea of someone changing the bedding. Someone would what? Just come into the weyr and change the bedding for Casa? And bring food? Damn, goldriders got some nice perks.
“Does the person changing the bedding and bringing food tidy that up too, or is that outside of their job description?” He asked, staring around at the complete disarray of the main room. Fuck. Did he do any of that? Nerreh didn’t think so, Faxx was mostly dodging around and being agile, not brute forcing their way forward. They weren't breaking shit, or shoving people. Because Faxxonth had some fucking class. “I can offer a hand if it is, but I think a bath first is a good idea. Fuck, where are my clothes…”
RE: 740.04.01 | Green, Green, Blue! - Casa - 09.Jul.19
Casa laughed softly, leaning lazily against Nerreh as they peered into the mess that was her living area. “I mean, I could probably get them to,” Casa said softly, shrugging the shoulder not pressed against her lover of the moment. “But I also don’t really want them poking around my stuff.” Which was fair; most of Casa’s belongings were kept out in the main living area, decorating and making the whole small weyr look homey and inviting. Her bedroom, by comparison, was quite bare. Heavy tapestries hung from the walls, there were rugs, a rocking chair and her bedside tables, but mostly it was made for sleeping or fucking, and was decorated to cater to that part of her life. Why risk pretty, precious or expensive items in the bedroom? No one that was in there was going to appreciate them, definitely!
Casa laughed again, amused by the loss of clothing. “Don’t worry about it,” she said. “I have some stuff that’ll fit you,” she gave a teasing look. “And it's not my typical style,” she promised, reaching up to place a kiss on Nerreh’s cheek. He was only a few inches taller, but it was enough. “I’ll find your stuff later, and bring it to you.” Glancing around the room with mild disinterest now that plans had been made, Casa took Nerreh’s hand in her own and gently lead him through the minefield of her belongings, pouting at a broken frame; thankfully it looked like the image inside was still safe and sound. Casa puffed out a sigh of slight irritation at men, always so damned pissy and determined to out class one another, and pushed aside the double-curtain to her little bathing chambers.
“Being on the ground level has some benefits,” she said playfully, though her voice was still littered with her lazy drowsiness. “Like in house baths!” The pool had water piped in like the main bathing rooms, and Casa took full advantage of that fact, rarely wandering out to the main chambers if she could bathe in the comfort of her own home. Dipping her free hand into the water, Casa gave a soft moan of delight and dropped Nerreh’s hand so that she could dig in a little basket off to one side.
“Bubbles!” She said, biting her bottom lip and making sure Nerreh wasn’t about to tell her he was allergic to the stuff, or freak out and run for the door at the idea of the delicious soft white bubbles joining their bath. When no such motion was made, Casa beamed at him and just about pranced over to the bath, pouring in just the right amount and swirled it around. “They’ll pop up as we’re washing,” she said, enjoying the steamy scent of lavender and vanilla.
Stepping into the pool, Casa turned and held her hands out to Nerreh, smiling invitingly. It wasn’t a big pool, a few steps and it was a little past waist deep on the short young woman, and big enough for possibly three to lounge around the edges; but quite perfect (in Casa’s opinion) for companionable baths, and (or) watery sex.
RE: 740.04.01 | Green, Green, Blue! - N'reh - 23.Jul.19
Nerreh was a bit dubious about what sort of clothes Casa had that would fit him (or rather, who the clothes had originally belonged to), but as long as they were clean Nerreh didn’t really care for the moment. She’d deal. He followed Casa through the room, figuring they were going to wherever Casa kept her soapsand and towels and shit (in the main room, apparently?) and stopped in amazement when Casa opened the curtain and revealed the small bathing room.
“Wait, Cas, what the fuck,” Nerreh said, staring at the water. Casa had her own private bath? Goldrider weyrs were fucking fancy. There was no way Nerreh would ever end up with a private bath unless he moved in with someone who already had one. Which was terrifically unlikely. Nerreh was brought out of his daze of ‘wow, private bath’ when Casa spoke again, holding up a small bottle and declaring it to be bubbles. She blinked at Casa for a moment, still hung up on goldriders having private baths — did Vaeyla have one? If she did, why had Nerreh never been informed of this fact? — and it took her a minute to figure out what was meant by ‘bubbles.’ By the time he had, Casa had already poured them into the water. Not that Nerreh cared, like whatever, bubbles were fine. Sure. Whatever made Casa happy.
He reached out to take Casa’s hands, carefully getting into the bath and standing self-consciously next to her. “This is the part where I have no idea what I’m doing and just awkwardly follow your, lead, okay?” Nerreh said, at a loss for what to do. He’d had sex before, yeah, and shared baths with people, but never actually shared a bath with someone he’d just had sex with. Like, did you just clean yourself? Did you help your partner wash up? Nerreh had no fucking clue.
RE: 740.04.01 | Green, Green, Blue! - Casa - 29.Sep.19
Casa laughed, musical and delighted by Nerreh’s startled response to her bathroom. She hadn’t expected that, but rather enjoyed it and basked in the delight it caused. Casa’s weyr was - over all and all considered - pretty lacklustre in regards to her fellow goldriders. Not that Casa really cared, when push came to shove. Thallyath was small and didn;t need much room, and these days, Casa herself rarely stayed in her own weyr anyway. Now, it wasn’t great for big parties, but that was okay. Casa preferred someone else host those, anyway.
“It’s great, right?” She said cheerfully, sinking into the water and sighing in delight, feeling the warmth soak into her muscles. Fuck, why was a hot bath so damned amazing? Casa looked up at Nerreh, and laughed softly at the confusion on her friend’s face. “Just relax,” she teased, green eyes bright with amusement. “I mean, you can scrub and run if you prefer, but I promise I’m not going to leer at you or whatever.” Casa shrugged one shoulder, then gave Nerreh a teasing look. “Unless you want me to, of course!” Her smile turned naughty, her tongue poking out slightly to lick at her top lip. “All about pleasing my partner, after all.”
Wiggling her eyebrows playfully, Casa laughed and flicked some water in Nerreh’s direction, a halfhearted attack that did little more than send ripples towards him. Despite her teasing, Casa really didn’t want Nerreh to leave; once they broke up the little dragon instigated party, the real world would come crashing down around them, and Casa knew there was going to be all kinds of mayhem out there, what with Faxxonth being a blue, not a green, and winning a gold and all that shit. Casa really wasn’t ready to face any of that. Not ready at all. She doubted Nerreh would be any more excited about the prospect than she was.