27.Aug.13, 05:16 PM
Z'jan jumped a little at the clap to his shoulder, but it was a good jump. This kind of contact was casual, everyday... ignoring the naked bit. Things were going back to normal. Whatever normal was.
Z'jan followed O'wain out of the woods, realizing he was right. It had been a pretty straight shot. He'd been so busy playing keep-away, it hadn't occurred to him to keep track of his twists and turns. Or lack thereof. As they walked, Z'jan (unlike O'wain) made a conscious effort to avoid staring at the the brownrider. Not because it wasn't a good view. No complaints there. Rather, he found it difficult not think about sex when staring at the well formed backside of a man who'd just fucked him. And not thinking about sex was very high on his current list of priorities.
[ghalath] why?[/ghalath]
Z'jan didn't have an answer.
When they reached the firepit, O'wain wasn't the only one to notice the dragon tracks scattered everywhere. At first, he assumed their were all Nishkath's, being so large. Then he spotted a footprint much smaller than the others, almost erased by other prints.
Did you eat the wherry and blame it on Nishkath?
Ghalath snorted with disgust.
[ghalath] I retrieved your pants, you ungrateful... person.[/ghalath] The green couldn't bring herself to openly, utterly insult Z'jan. And Z'jan couldn't keep from smiling.
"What? Oh, yeah, she's really quiet. I mean, not to me, god. But she doesn't talk much to other dragons. Hope Nishkath didn't take it the wrong way. It's not him, it's her." He felt Ghalath tighten up, even in his mind. She didn't like being talked about. But tough for her.
"Oh, and I guess while Nishkath was eating our dinner, Ghalath stole my pants." he laughed "I think he got the better part of the deal. I'll just go get them, then..."
But he hesitated a second, before starting off. Had that been too.... obvious?
Z'jan followed O'wain out of the woods, realizing he was right. It had been a pretty straight shot. He'd been so busy playing keep-away, it hadn't occurred to him to keep track of his twists and turns. Or lack thereof. As they walked, Z'jan (unlike O'wain) made a conscious effort to avoid staring at the the brownrider. Not because it wasn't a good view. No complaints there. Rather, he found it difficult not think about sex when staring at the well formed backside of a man who'd just fucked him. And not thinking about sex was very high on his current list of priorities.
[ghalath] why?[/ghalath]
Z'jan didn't have an answer.
When they reached the firepit, O'wain wasn't the only one to notice the dragon tracks scattered everywhere. At first, he assumed their were all Nishkath's, being so large. Then he spotted a footprint much smaller than the others, almost erased by other prints.
Did you eat the wherry and blame it on Nishkath?
Ghalath snorted with disgust.
[ghalath] I retrieved your pants, you ungrateful... person.[/ghalath] The green couldn't bring herself to openly, utterly insult Z'jan. And Z'jan couldn't keep from smiling.
"What? Oh, yeah, she's really quiet. I mean, not to me, god. But she doesn't talk much to other dragons. Hope Nishkath didn't take it the wrong way. It's not him, it's her." He felt Ghalath tighten up, even in his mind. She didn't like being talked about. But tough for her.
"Oh, and I guess while Nishkath was eating our dinner, Ghalath stole my pants." he laughed "I think he got the better part of the deal. I'll just go get them, then..."
But he hesitated a second, before starting off. Had that been too.... obvious?