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09.Jul.18, 08:14 PM
The kiss to his neck prompted M’dox to let out a breathy sigh, his eyes shuttering closed for a moment . He wasn’t sure if T’bia had realized yet how much the neck and jawline kisses he gave made M’dox’s heart want to fly out of his chest. He didn’t know if T’bia had noticed how shivery it made him, how much it made him want to say forget the food, let’s do this forever instead. The uneaten food could go to the firelizards (who last he saw were napping on a cushion in Riquarth’s portion of the weyr), so it wouldn’t be a waste. Really, it was lucky T’bia went along with M’dox’s plan so readily and started eating. M’dox kissed him on the temple, as a thank you for agreeing to put off the really, really nice kissing for a bit. Like usual, M’dox had forgotten to eat the right number of proper meals that day and was actually rather hungry. And having his stomach complain while T’bia was kissing him would be embarassing.
He watched T’bia take in his weyr, nibbling on some bread and cheese, wondering what his friend thought of the place. It was surprisingly busy, for someone who’d come to the Weyr with practically nothing and hadn’t been there too long, but he’d endeared himself to some of the women in the store rooms and had gotten a few things from them that had been found when the Weyr reopened. Nothing too exciting, a couple rugs that were falling apart, his mismatched chairs, but it helped fill up the room. He’d also realized that he actually made a decent number of marks as a brownrider, and he could spend them on whatever he wanted, since all his basic life necessities were provided by the Weyr. It’s possible he went a bit overboard for a bit, and he now had plenty of rugs, and bolts of cloth he hung up on the wall, as well as an excessive amount of pillows for the firelizards that always ended up scattered all over the weyr, though he always had at least five on his bed. There was also the growing pile of gifts for his family that he swore he'd actually give them eventually. M'dox wasn't quite self aware enough to realize he kept getting them things out of guilt over not visiting them for four turns.
There was also his small collection of things he’d bought for himself but didn’t have the nerve to do much more than occasionally take them out to look at. After the second one M’dox had given up pretending they were for his sister. He kept a few bottles of floral scented oils there as well, which he’d started hiding better after Frivolity knocked one over and broke it. The weyr still smelled like flowers and it had been a few weeks already.
Eventually neither of them were really eating anymore and M’dox decided they were probably done with food. They had talked a bit during dinner, unimportant things like what they’d been up to that week, but they had slowly fallen into silence. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence or anything, but M’dox thought it felt heavy, like they were both waiting for someone to do something. He felt almost lighter than usual, and more energized than he should be. M’dox was acutely aware of every point of contact between them, how those points changed when one of them moved a little bit, to adjust the chair, to take a sip of water, and in the quiet that hung in the weyr he wondered if T’bia could hear how his breathing was just a bit faster than usual. In a moment of resolve M’dox decided he’d had enough waiting.
“So,” M’dox said, leaning his head T’bia’s shoulder, unintentionally mirroring T’bia resting on his own shoulder earlier, “you want to continue where we left off?” At the moment the only plan for the evening was ‘kiss T’bia until I pass out from lack of air,’ but he was open to suggestions. Maybe he could get T’bia to kiss his neck again, that was nice. In fact, it gave him an idea. Not waiting for T’bia to respond he turned his head a bit on T’bia’s shoulder, gently bumping his nose against T’bia’s jaw to get him to tilt his head up a bit so he had better access, and started leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses under T’bia’s jaw and along his neck, hoping T’bia enjoyed it as much as he did.
He watched T’bia take in his weyr, nibbling on some bread and cheese, wondering what his friend thought of the place. It was surprisingly busy, for someone who’d come to the Weyr with practically nothing and hadn’t been there too long, but he’d endeared himself to some of the women in the store rooms and had gotten a few things from them that had been found when the Weyr reopened. Nothing too exciting, a couple rugs that were falling apart, his mismatched chairs, but it helped fill up the room. He’d also realized that he actually made a decent number of marks as a brownrider, and he could spend them on whatever he wanted, since all his basic life necessities were provided by the Weyr. It’s possible he went a bit overboard for a bit, and he now had plenty of rugs, and bolts of cloth he hung up on the wall, as well as an excessive amount of pillows for the firelizards that always ended up scattered all over the weyr, though he always had at least five on his bed. There was also the growing pile of gifts for his family that he swore he'd actually give them eventually. M'dox wasn't quite self aware enough to realize he kept getting them things out of guilt over not visiting them for four turns.
There was also his small collection of things he’d bought for himself but didn’t have the nerve to do much more than occasionally take them out to look at. After the second one M’dox had given up pretending they were for his sister. He kept a few bottles of floral scented oils there as well, which he’d started hiding better after Frivolity knocked one over and broke it. The weyr still smelled like flowers and it had been a few weeks already.
Eventually neither of them were really eating anymore and M’dox decided they were probably done with food. They had talked a bit during dinner, unimportant things like what they’d been up to that week, but they had slowly fallen into silence. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence or anything, but M’dox thought it felt heavy, like they were both waiting for someone to do something. He felt almost lighter than usual, and more energized than he should be. M’dox was acutely aware of every point of contact between them, how those points changed when one of them moved a little bit, to adjust the chair, to take a sip of water, and in the quiet that hung in the weyr he wondered if T’bia could hear how his breathing was just a bit faster than usual. In a moment of resolve M’dox decided he’d had enough waiting.
“So,” M’dox said, leaning his head T’bia’s shoulder, unintentionally mirroring T’bia resting on his own shoulder earlier, “you want to continue where we left off?” At the moment the only plan for the evening was ‘kiss T’bia until I pass out from lack of air,’ but he was open to suggestions. Maybe he could get T’bia to kiss his neck again, that was nice. In fact, it gave him an idea. Not waiting for T’bia to respond he turned his head a bit on T’bia’s shoulder, gently bumping his nose against T’bia’s jaw to get him to tilt his head up a bit so he had better access, and started leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses under T’bia’s jaw and along his neck, hoping T’bia enjoyed it as much as he did.
