02.Mar.18, 11:51 PM
F’drel blinked for a moment at D’hys’ invitation before deciding to focus on his question about the sheet first. That was easier and required much less thinking. He shook his head gently, hair brushing against D’hys where F’drel lay against him.
“I’m fine as is, though if you want to pull a sheet up, go for it.” F’drel was generally a huge fan of blankets, but D’hys was actually pretty warm in addition to it being afternoon at Ista, so he wasn’t cold, and modesty had been thrown off the weyr ledge a long time ago. It seemed a little silly to start caring about it now.
Of course, now that he’d replied to the sheet question F’drel had something else think about. The bluerider had invited him to visit sometime, which meant ‘have sex with,’ right? ‘Returning the favor’ definitely implied sex. What the fuck did he mean by ‘right person’? What the fuck did he want?
You could visit him next time we have to wait around and I’m with my friends. Halomirth piped up drowsily. I can visit Zeianth and you can visit his rider. It would be nice, right? You have a new friend!
’I’m not sure ‘friends’ is exactly what he’s thinking of, love.’ F’drel thought at her, smiling softly. But you’re talking and getting along. That means you’re friends, doesn’t it? She asked, clearly puzzled. F’drel told her not to worry about it for now, to which Halomirth agreed and returned to her drowsy cuddling. F’drel started puzzling over D’hys’ comment again, but with the nagging feeling that something about Fort was important. A moment later he remembered.
The letter.
“Oh fucking—ughh.” He groaned, really not wanting to get up and go to another Weyr. “You just reminded me. We were supposed to take a letter to Fort before Miri decided to alter our schedule. Fuck.” F’drel grumbled. “I don’t want to do that now.” He bit his lip and looked up at D’hys, considering. A second later, decision made, he started carefully ghosting his fingers along the arm D’hys had around him.
“Can you think of a good reason to put off delivering it a bit longer?” F’drel asked quietly. He really didn’t feel like leaving his weyr for the rest of the day, especially not to deliver some brownrider’s letter.
“I’m fine as is, though if you want to pull a sheet up, go for it.” F’drel was generally a huge fan of blankets, but D’hys was actually pretty warm in addition to it being afternoon at Ista, so he wasn’t cold, and modesty had been thrown off the weyr ledge a long time ago. It seemed a little silly to start caring about it now.
Of course, now that he’d replied to the sheet question F’drel had something else think about. The bluerider had invited him to visit sometime, which meant ‘have sex with,’ right? ‘Returning the favor’ definitely implied sex. What the fuck did he mean by ‘right person’? What the fuck did he want?
You could visit him next time we have to wait around and I’m with my friends. Halomirth piped up drowsily. I can visit Zeianth and you can visit his rider. It would be nice, right? You have a new friend!
’I’m not sure ‘friends’ is exactly what he’s thinking of, love.’ F’drel thought at her, smiling softly. But you’re talking and getting along. That means you’re friends, doesn’t it? She asked, clearly puzzled. F’drel told her not to worry about it for now, to which Halomirth agreed and returned to her drowsy cuddling. F’drel started puzzling over D’hys’ comment again, but with the nagging feeling that something about Fort was important. A moment later he remembered.
The letter.
“Oh fucking—ughh.” He groaned, really not wanting to get up and go to another Weyr. “You just reminded me. We were supposed to take a letter to Fort before Miri decided to alter our schedule. Fuck.” F’drel grumbled. “I don’t want to do that now.” He bit his lip and looked up at D’hys, considering. A second later, decision made, he started carefully ghosting his fingers along the arm D’hys had around him.
“Can you think of a good reason to put off delivering it a bit longer?” F’drel asked quietly. He really didn’t feel like leaving his weyr for the rest of the day, especially not to deliver some brownrider’s letter.