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17.Apr.13, 03:45 AM
“I’m glad,” R’nd whispered in response to the repeated love confession seconds before Ayyonth caught up with Larrikith to end the chase. He might still have issues comprehending the words and certainly hadn’t reached a level where he could say them himself but it was a major step to acknowledge that he had not only heard B’jin whisper his love but that he was happy to have it. In a clearer state of mind the bluerider knew how confusing he could be with his contradictions in how he felt and how he wanted others to feel for him. He needed people to like him, be friends with him, even love him, but at the same time, R’nd never wanted anyone to get too close to him and he panicked when there was love or even strong lust. He knew how he was and knew that while he craved that attention, there was a strong chance he would hurt someone with his flighty and flirty ways.
Not that day, however. Not there in the bathhouse with B’jin pressed tight to him in that odd way that made it seem like they were meant for such positions, their hands wandering over each other’s bodies that they knew so perfectly. R’nd was completely comfortable in how things were with the greenrider that had won him over in every way so as to push doubts and fears aside; most of the time. R’nd still had his fears that one day he would hurt B’jin without meaning to but it hadn’t happened yet and he was intent on keeping it that way, just as he was intent on telling his not-mate truths that B’jin never seemed to believe or had been told before. “My gorgeous greenrider. Only you, love.”
As they tumbled to the floor, R’nd gave a soft laugh and his last sober thought before losing himself to the flight lust was that he really was a romantic sap.
As R’nd came to, his fingers twitched and he frowned at the hard surface beneath them. His bed was typically far softer and more comfortable than the current location which a stiff neck he tried to move indicated. The only familiar sensation to his groggy mind was the warm body draped partially on him. There was once a time where that was normal but R’nd didn’t always know who the body belonged to without visual confirmation but now was different. He recognized the way B’jin rested his head on his chest, the way blonde hair liked to find its way over his nose to make him struggle against a sneeze, and the man’s weight.
“Ah, the bathhouse,” R’nd finally clued in to the location when he heard water rippling against something – which ended up being Rell splashing around in the tub as he entertained himself while everyone was busy. He really shouldn’t have been surprised. He was pretty sure Larrikith purposely waited for B’jin to be in a certain location before she took to the sky but he didn’t mind. It was somewhat fun having a list of unconventional locations for flights with B’jin. Dining Hall, classroom, lake, and now the bathhouse. The greenrider no doubt hated it but R’nd saw the amusement in it and went along with it.
Actually, this was probably the most convenient flight yet. They only had to roll into the tub to clean up – and likely play a bit before, during, and after – instead of dressing and stumbling to the nearest open room. R’nd was growing rather fond of the current situation but he didn’t make any further comment as he wasn’t sure if B’jin was awake or in the mood to move from where he was snuggled. R’nd wasn’t sure if he actually was either as he draped an arm around B’jin for what could be considered as a lazy hug.
Not that day, however. Not there in the bathhouse with B’jin pressed tight to him in that odd way that made it seem like they were meant for such positions, their hands wandering over each other’s bodies that they knew so perfectly. R’nd was completely comfortable in how things were with the greenrider that had won him over in every way so as to push doubts and fears aside; most of the time. R’nd still had his fears that one day he would hurt B’jin without meaning to but it hadn’t happened yet and he was intent on keeping it that way, just as he was intent on telling his not-mate truths that B’jin never seemed to believe or had been told before. “My gorgeous greenrider. Only you, love.”
As they tumbled to the floor, R’nd gave a soft laugh and his last sober thought before losing himself to the flight lust was that he really was a romantic sap.
As R’nd came to, his fingers twitched and he frowned at the hard surface beneath them. His bed was typically far softer and more comfortable than the current location which a stiff neck he tried to move indicated. The only familiar sensation to his groggy mind was the warm body draped partially on him. There was once a time where that was normal but R’nd didn’t always know who the body belonged to without visual confirmation but now was different. He recognized the way B’jin rested his head on his chest, the way blonde hair liked to find its way over his nose to make him struggle against a sneeze, and the man’s weight.
“Ah, the bathhouse,” R’nd finally clued in to the location when he heard water rippling against something – which ended up being Rell splashing around in the tub as he entertained himself while everyone was busy. He really shouldn’t have been surprised. He was pretty sure Larrikith purposely waited for B’jin to be in a certain location before she took to the sky but he didn’t mind. It was somewhat fun having a list of unconventional locations for flights with B’jin. Dining Hall, classroom, lake, and now the bathhouse. The greenrider no doubt hated it but R’nd saw the amusement in it and went along with it.
Actually, this was probably the most convenient flight yet. They only had to roll into the tub to clean up – and likely play a bit before, during, and after – instead of dressing and stumbling to the nearest open room. R’nd was growing rather fond of the current situation but he didn’t make any further comment as he wasn’t sure if B’jin was awake or in the mood to move from where he was snuggled. R’nd wasn’t sure if he actually was either as he draped an arm around B’jin for what could be considered as a lazy hug.
