09.Jul.18, 12:20 AM
It was with no resistance that M’dox let T’bia direct him back into the room, relieved that his friend shut the door behind him. The idea of someone watching them just made him uncomfortable and M’dox knew that maybe that made him weird among weyrfolk, but he couldn’t help it. M’dox almost melted with fondness when he realized T’bia had already picked up on that and was trying to accommodate for him and his holder idiosyncrasies, and he would have told T’bia so but suddenly T’bia was kissing him and that was more important. T’bia probably understood the appreciation anyway, in the way M’dox kissed him back. As close as T’bia had brought them M’dox wanted to be closer still, wrapping an arm around T’bia’s waist to keep them as close as possible, the other hand going to the back of T’bia’s head to pull him closer there as well. He kept the kiss going as long as possible, until he physically couldn’t go without air any longer and had to break the kiss to let them breathe. M’dox took a few big gulps of air, trying to remind his lungs what air was, before leaning back in to leave a quick kiss on T’bia’s nose, eyes shining.
“I plan to keep doing this,” he started, pressing himself back in close to T’bia, “but I did get us food and I know if we don’t eat it first I’ll keep remembering it and getting distracted and I’d rather be able to just focus on you.” With that M’dox stepped back, moving his hands to take T’bia’s and start pulling him over to the table. Thankfully he knew his own weyr well enough that he could make it to the table backwards, keeping his eyes on T’bia the entire time. He guided T’bia into one of the chairs and started pointing out all the food they had, letting T’bia know he could claim either plate or they could just share both, and that he could pour himself water if he wanted, or M’dox still had the other bottle of wine they could get out. As he finished up his tour of the dinner options M’dox frowned, considering the other chair on the other side of the table. A moment later he grabbed the other chair and dragged it around the table, until it stood beside T’bia’s chair. M’dox’s mouth quirked into a pleased smile.
“There,” he said, sitting in the empty chair, close enough to T’bia that his left leg pressed against T’bia’s right and their shoulders bumped gently, “I like this better.”
“I plan to keep doing this,” he started, pressing himself back in close to T’bia, “but I did get us food and I know if we don’t eat it first I’ll keep remembering it and getting distracted and I’d rather be able to just focus on you.” With that M’dox stepped back, moving his hands to take T’bia’s and start pulling him over to the table. Thankfully he knew his own weyr well enough that he could make it to the table backwards, keeping his eyes on T’bia the entire time. He guided T’bia into one of the chairs and started pointing out all the food they had, letting T’bia know he could claim either plate or they could just share both, and that he could pour himself water if he wanted, or M’dox still had the other bottle of wine they could get out. As he finished up his tour of the dinner options M’dox frowned, considering the other chair on the other side of the table. A moment later he grabbed the other chair and dragged it around the table, until it stood beside T’bia’s chair. M’dox’s mouth quirked into a pleased smile.
“There,” he said, sitting in the empty chair, close enough to T’bia that his left leg pressed against T’bia’s right and their shoulders bumped gently, “I like this better.”