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08.Jan.13, 01:15 AM
Valerian came back into his own mind exhausted, sated, and most of all, confused. Veeth was smug and extremely happy which only added to the confusion. There was a flight, right? It was short and Veeth seemed to be close but they never won so surely it was the same today. That smugness, however, left the weyrling slowly being convinced they had finally snatched their first victory but why wasn’t he happy about it? Who did they win? Better yet, why was he staring up at a bush?
Slowly, Valerian pieced together what had happened leading up to the current point in time and he blanched when the image came to him clearly. Larrikith and Veeth had conspired against them and flew together despite the protests of their riders. That only meant one thing and Valerian wasn’t sure he wanted to turn his head to verify it. He did anyway, green eyes wide from the shock he hadn’t even confirmed yet as he laid perfectly still and turned his head from skyward to the side where his partner was.
Yep, that was B’jin.
Valerian looked back up at the bush and was momentarily thankful for their outdoor location. If they had been in a bed, he may have been tempted to smother one of them with a pillow. He was also thankful for their ability to find a thicket since it was far less sandy and Valerian wouldn’t have to spend extra time getting the grains out of various crevices. No, he’d just be spending extra time in the bathhouse to scrub off the sex with B’jin. He didn’t even have the energy to shudder.
“Well… that happened.” He wasn’t quite sure what else to say. It did, indeed, happen but Valerian wasn’t about to comment on it one way or the other, especially since the snippets he could recall had been nice. No! That was a bad mind and it didn’t need to dwell on those thoughts ever again! Larrikith and Veeth would latch onto that like they still latched onto the fact that he hated imagining B’jin naked. Now he didn’t even have to imagine it – he had it burned perfectly into his mind despite his best efforts not to look at the greenrider again.
Perhaps he should cover up before B’jin accused him of flaunting his goods or some such nonsense. Valerian reached out with the hand furthest from B’jin to see if he could make contact with some sort of material but failed. Not in the mood to move just yet thanks to the satisfaction from the flight, Valerian continued to lay there staring up at nothing in particular. Maybe B’jin would grab the chance to find his own clothes and run before they had some awkward conversation. Though, Valerian amended, knowing them, B’jin would freak out and blame him for planning it somehow and then pretend it never happened. That was fine with him.
Slowly, Valerian pieced together what had happened leading up to the current point in time and he blanched when the image came to him clearly. Larrikith and Veeth had conspired against them and flew together despite the protests of their riders. That only meant one thing and Valerian wasn’t sure he wanted to turn his head to verify it. He did anyway, green eyes wide from the shock he hadn’t even confirmed yet as he laid perfectly still and turned his head from skyward to the side where his partner was.
Yep, that was B’jin.
Valerian looked back up at the bush and was momentarily thankful for their outdoor location. If they had been in a bed, he may have been tempted to smother one of them with a pillow. He was also thankful for their ability to find a thicket since it was far less sandy and Valerian wouldn’t have to spend extra time getting the grains out of various crevices. No, he’d just be spending extra time in the bathhouse to scrub off the sex with B’jin. He didn’t even have the energy to shudder.
“Well… that happened.” He wasn’t quite sure what else to say. It did, indeed, happen but Valerian wasn’t about to comment on it one way or the other, especially since the snippets he could recall had been nice. No! That was a bad mind and it didn’t need to dwell on those thoughts ever again! Larrikith and Veeth would latch onto that like they still latched onto the fact that he hated imagining B’jin naked. Now he didn’t even have to imagine it – he had it burned perfectly into his mind despite his best efforts not to look at the greenrider again.
Perhaps he should cover up before B’jin accused him of flaunting his goods or some such nonsense. Valerian reached out with the hand furthest from B’jin to see if he could make contact with some sort of material but failed. Not in the mood to move just yet thanks to the satisfaction from the flight, Valerian continued to lay there staring up at nothing in particular. Maybe B’jin would grab the chance to find his own clothes and run before they had some awkward conversation. Though, Valerian amended, knowing them, B’jin would freak out and blame him for planning it somehow and then pretend it never happened. That was fine with him.
