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30.Dec.19, 03:50 AM
Caz was feeling better after the quick break and snack, more confident that the odd pang of mysterious non work related emotion was just a fluke brought on by a lack of sleep and the still rather new environment of the Weyr. Sadly she was proven wrong as soon as T'ryn stepped back out and she found herself admiring how even the unfinished pants looked on his trim body. At least she only stared a little this time before grinning and shaking her head. "Well you should be able to still shimmy out of them pretty easily once I'm done sewing them up. Unless you didn't use any oil. Then the shimmying might have to be a bit more vigorous."
She circled him, eyeing the pants with a critical eye as her mind refocused on work. "Okay, legs a little more spread, don't lock your knees, and try not to twitch. Let me know if any of this starts feeling too tight. It shouldn't, but just in case."
Cazan had her large leather stitching needle clenched in her teeth with a bit of extra thread as she knelt down to work on tightening all of her stitches and closing the gaps between the panels of leather starting at his waist and making her way down. Somehow, being in such close physical proximity was much easier than just looking at his shirtless body had been, her fingers nimbly working at the threads and making small adjustments to the stitching as she went with no care or concern for how scandalous her position would look if anyone had walked in.
Every now and then she would poke and prod and manually rearrange one of T'ryn's legs, tell him to bend or flex to make sure the garment remained flexible. It wasn't until she had finished closing up the last stitch and made her final adjustment that she stood up and stretched with a groan, before looking at her handiwork in awe at the form fitting pants that appeared to have been painted on. "I don't know if you make my work look good or if my work makes you look good but you are definitely wearing those to the party."
She circled him, eyeing the pants with a critical eye as her mind refocused on work. "Okay, legs a little more spread, don't lock your knees, and try not to twitch. Let me know if any of this starts feeling too tight. It shouldn't, but just in case."
Cazan had her large leather stitching needle clenched in her teeth with a bit of extra thread as she knelt down to work on tightening all of her stitches and closing the gaps between the panels of leather starting at his waist and making her way down. Somehow, being in such close physical proximity was much easier than just looking at his shirtless body had been, her fingers nimbly working at the threads and making small adjustments to the stitching as she went with no care or concern for how scandalous her position would look if anyone had walked in.
Every now and then she would poke and prod and manually rearrange one of T'ryn's legs, tell him to bend or flex to make sure the garment remained flexible. It wasn't until she had finished closing up the last stitch and made her final adjustment that she stood up and stretched with a groan, before looking at her handiwork in awe at the form fitting pants that appeared to have been painted on. "I don't know if you make my work look good or if my work makes you look good but you are definitely wearing those to the party."
