28.Aug.13, 04:42 PM
Z'jan got to shore, his clothes pouring water out onto the sand. His pants suctioned to his legs, making walking difficult. He squeezed out some of the excess water from his shirt, revealing the line of skin around his waist, but otherwise making a point to keep himself moderately covered.
Without meaning too, he noticed O'wain's quasi hard-on. Seriously? This guy was something else. In some ways, it made Z'jan feel inadequate. But that was probably his competitive masculinity talking. He swallowed, looking away. A silence had descended over the two men, and Z'jan had no idea what to say to break it. Or if he even should.
Ghalath eyed his approach. [ghalath] you're going to get me all wet. [/ghalath]
It's still hotter than a wher's ass. Trust me, you'll dry
Ghalath didn't have to crouch for Z'jan to mount. She was small enough, and he acrobatic enough, that with a few big steps and a hop he was astride his green.
He looked back at O'wain, gathering his clothes. Should he say something? He probably should.
let's go
Ghalath didn't need anymore encouragement. She sprang from the ground in her typical rough take-off. Z'jan focused on the horizon, the faint forms of Katila weyr spreading out to the West. He immediately began to feel better. Not necessarily for leaving O'wain behind, but for all the possibilities and adventures that were yet to come. Already the past was fading in his mind. Katila, the strange secret weyr of huts and drenching humidity, always had another surprise or two lurking.
But first, a shower.
Without meaning too, he noticed O'wain's quasi hard-on. Seriously? This guy was something else. In some ways, it made Z'jan feel inadequate. But that was probably his competitive masculinity talking. He swallowed, looking away. A silence had descended over the two men, and Z'jan had no idea what to say to break it. Or if he even should.
Ghalath eyed his approach. [ghalath] you're going to get me all wet. [/ghalath]
It's still hotter than a wher's ass. Trust me, you'll dry
Ghalath didn't have to crouch for Z'jan to mount. She was small enough, and he acrobatic enough, that with a few big steps and a hop he was astride his green.
He looked back at O'wain, gathering his clothes. Should he say something? He probably should.
let's go
Ghalath didn't need anymore encouragement. She sprang from the ground in her typical rough take-off. Z'jan focused on the horizon, the faint forms of Katila weyr spreading out to the West. He immediately began to feel better. Not necessarily for leaving O'wain behind, but for all the possibilities and adventures that were yet to come. Already the past was fading in his mind. Katila, the strange secret weyr of huts and drenching humidity, always had another surprise or two lurking.
But first, a shower.