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17.May.14, 07:05 PM
"Your back?" Sherepeated, slipping past him to take her position behind him. The woman worked the sweetsand into a lather between her palms before applying it to his back. He was taller than she was and in the end Alicona stood on her toes to rub the sweetly scented sand across his shoulders. Thin, deft hands worked over the lines and contours of his back, allowing gentle fingers to follow the ridges of muscle there. It didn't take long to finish washing him down, from neck to hips and along his sides. When he stepped away to rinse, Ona took the moment to wash her most private of areas. In a way, she was glad he had left that to her.
"If I have been keeping you from your tasks you should have said something!" Having his Bronze upset with her was exactly what she didn't want. "If you'd like we can always try having lunch another time." She couldn't imagine the bond that existed between dragon and rider. It wasn't something she was inclined to tread upon either. So if the big bronze wanted time with his rider Alicona would gladly step aside. It wasn't as if she ever went far anyway. But by that same token, if Vleyth didn't mind her presence, she wouldn't be adverse to spending more time with J'tir. Especially if she was going to follow through with her hasty decision. It would mean that they would eventually end up sharing a bed. That thought alone had her freezing up, anxiety taking hold of her. Ona lifted her fingers to her mouth, worrying at her nails. What had she agreed to? How was she going to manage even getting that far?
Alicona dressed in a rush, pulling her hair back and twisting it back into a very damp bun. She had been so caught in the moment that when the nervousness finally broke it came crashing down on her in a malign wave. She glanced to where J'tir was dressing, chewing her lip and a look of regret in her eyes. As much as she wanted to say something to him, words had failed her. As quietly as she could manage she began to back out of the area, finally turning to walk back to the Weyr as fast as she could. Ona didn't look back, lifting the front of her skirt with one hand and cursing herself for a coward the whole time. She had agreed to another baby and then run off. What was he going to think of her? Alicona bite into her lip hard, brushing her forearm across her face in shame. Why did she ever think she'd escape the anciety?
"If I have been keeping you from your tasks you should have said something!" Having his Bronze upset with her was exactly what she didn't want. "If you'd like we can always try having lunch another time." She couldn't imagine the bond that existed between dragon and rider. It wasn't something she was inclined to tread upon either. So if the big bronze wanted time with his rider Alicona would gladly step aside. It wasn't as if she ever went far anyway. But by that same token, if Vleyth didn't mind her presence, she wouldn't be adverse to spending more time with J'tir. Especially if she was going to follow through with her hasty decision. It would mean that they would eventually end up sharing a bed. That thought alone had her freezing up, anxiety taking hold of her. Ona lifted her fingers to her mouth, worrying at her nails. What had she agreed to? How was she going to manage even getting that far?
Alicona dressed in a rush, pulling her hair back and twisting it back into a very damp bun. She had been so caught in the moment that when the nervousness finally broke it came crashing down on her in a malign wave. She glanced to where J'tir was dressing, chewing her lip and a look of regret in her eyes. As much as she wanted to say something to him, words had failed her. As quietly as she could manage she began to back out of the area, finally turning to walk back to the Weyr as fast as she could. Ona didn't look back, lifting the front of her skirt with one hand and cursing herself for a coward the whole time. She had agreed to another baby and then run off. What was he going to think of her? Alicona bite into her lip hard, brushing her forearm across her face in shame. Why did she ever think she'd escape the anciety?
