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17.Jun.14, 02:28 AM
R’nya’s eyes fluttered open with a frown drawing his eyebrows together. Being abed at the later-ish hour did not bother him so much, though he had not gotten to go to bed as early as he’d personally like for some time. Damn S’kef and his tossing the Wingleader rank back upon his shoulders! Nor, truly, did being naked for R’nya was a liable to fall into bed without anything on at all, as he was to keep his loose, soft cotton pants on. No, what had the frown furrowing his eyebrows and his lashes just separated enough to peer through the gloomy light, was the very naked and very female body curled into his side.
The content sigh and the fluttery kiss had an eyebrow arching slightly as R’nya watched the top of Rhaedalyn’s head with sudden surprise. The events of the flight came back in a sudden wave of splotchy memories even as Rhaedalyn seemed to realise something was amiss and run her hand down his body. R’nya managed not to squirm, though that took more effort than he cared to admit. Her light touch sent goosebumps spawning all up and down his body and R’nya held his breath in silence as he waited to see what she would do next.
Disappointment settled over the bronzerider like a heavy cloud as the girl inched away from him, and took the blanket with her. While the man was not particularly dismayed at being without cover for his own modesty, he was slightly worried about Rhaedalyn freaking out over both his own nakedness, or his rather obvious arousal. Sighing, R’nya sat up quietly and maneuverer a pillow to sit delicately over his lap, watching when Rhaedalyn cautiously peeked out before vanishing back into the depths of her little hideaway with a squeak.
R’nya’s shoulders slumped and he sighed softly when it was clear Rhaedalyn had no intent to resurface any time soon. “I am sorry, my lady. I did not mean to upset you.” The words were very nearly whispered and R’nya rose slowly from the bed, stepping off the edge; he did not worry about freaking Rhaedalyn out with his desire for more than he could have – her squeak and hiding away had killed that without mercy. Scrubbing a hand over his face and through his short hair, R’nya glanced around the room and grimaced when he realised they were in his tiny little shoebox of a room in the main building.
At least it made finding his clothing easier. Digging through the clothes chest at the end of the bed, R’nya dug up a pair of pants and stepped into them even as his pale eyes searched around the room. He managed to spot most of Rheadalyn’s clothing, and quietly collected it once his pants were tied up, though they hung low on his hips. He brought the bed, in which he was sure Rhaedalyn was still hiding, the young woman’s clothing and laid it out gently at the foot. “Your clothes, lady Rhaedalyn.” His words were formal, but his shoulders were still drooped and his voice was a lacklustre murmur.
“I’ll leave you to dress,” turning quietly, R’nya made his way to the door, pausing just before it to straighten his stance and gather back in place his mask, taking a deep breath. It would not do at all to walk out looking like a whipped weyrling.
Xyreith shifted to sit up where he’d been teasing Aradissicath by cuddling as close as he could, all the while ignoring any dark looks he may have received from the lovely creature who was most definitely his, even if she were too stubborn to admit it yet. His eyes whirled in a slow show of confused worry as he felt R’nya’s sad array of emotion, his own confusion growing. R’nya only ever acted amused or irked after a flight, usually irked because he wasn’t interested in whatever green’s rider he ended up with. Xyreith blinked, glancing at Aradissicath and then rumbling a soft question to R’nya.
Sir?
The content sigh and the fluttery kiss had an eyebrow arching slightly as R’nya watched the top of Rhaedalyn’s head with sudden surprise. The events of the flight came back in a sudden wave of splotchy memories even as Rhaedalyn seemed to realise something was amiss and run her hand down his body. R’nya managed not to squirm, though that took more effort than he cared to admit. Her light touch sent goosebumps spawning all up and down his body and R’nya held his breath in silence as he waited to see what she would do next.
Disappointment settled over the bronzerider like a heavy cloud as the girl inched away from him, and took the blanket with her. While the man was not particularly dismayed at being without cover for his own modesty, he was slightly worried about Rhaedalyn freaking out over both his own nakedness, or his rather obvious arousal. Sighing, R’nya sat up quietly and maneuverer a pillow to sit delicately over his lap, watching when Rhaedalyn cautiously peeked out before vanishing back into the depths of her little hideaway with a squeak.
R’nya’s shoulders slumped and he sighed softly when it was clear Rhaedalyn had no intent to resurface any time soon. “I am sorry, my lady. I did not mean to upset you.” The words were very nearly whispered and R’nya rose slowly from the bed, stepping off the edge; he did not worry about freaking Rhaedalyn out with his desire for more than he could have – her squeak and hiding away had killed that without mercy. Scrubbing a hand over his face and through his short hair, R’nya glanced around the room and grimaced when he realised they were in his tiny little shoebox of a room in the main building.
At least it made finding his clothing easier. Digging through the clothes chest at the end of the bed, R’nya dug up a pair of pants and stepped into them even as his pale eyes searched around the room. He managed to spot most of Rheadalyn’s clothing, and quietly collected it once his pants were tied up, though they hung low on his hips. He brought the bed, in which he was sure Rhaedalyn was still hiding, the young woman’s clothing and laid it out gently at the foot. “Your clothes, lady Rhaedalyn.” His words were formal, but his shoulders were still drooped and his voice was a lacklustre murmur.
“I’ll leave you to dress,” turning quietly, R’nya made his way to the door, pausing just before it to straighten his stance and gather back in place his mask, taking a deep breath. It would not do at all to walk out looking like a whipped weyrling.
Xyreith shifted to sit up where he’d been teasing Aradissicath by cuddling as close as he could, all the while ignoring any dark looks he may have received from the lovely creature who was most definitely his, even if she were too stubborn to admit it yet. His eyes whirled in a slow show of confused worry as he felt R’nya’s sad array of emotion, his own confusion growing. R’nya only ever acted amused or irked after a flight, usually irked because he wasn’t interested in whatever green’s rider he ended up with. Xyreith blinked, glancing at Aradissicath and then rumbling a soft question to R’nya.
