20.Nov.20, 11:16 AM
He allowed himself to forget his leaden feet and imagined he had wings instead, for surely the is what it felt like to fly. His hands found their way to the nape of her neck, tangling in her hair as she greeted him with an enthusiastic kiss, and any doubt he held vanished like a dragon going between. He barely registered her offer of refreshment, nodding absently against her, just happy to finally be here.
She was kissing him again, and somewhere through the fatigue and fogginess and the rush of her lips against his he heard the buzz of conversation around them, and he chuckled at the small crowd they seem to have attracted.
“I’ve missed you, too.” He whispered, smiling against her.
He debated for a brief moment before deciding that letting her out of his arms wasn’t worth it, even to walk whatever short distance was needed. Energy somewhat renewed, in one swift movement, he reached an arm behind her legs and scooped her up, holding her against his chest and stifling any objections with another kiss. They’d already made a spectacle of themselves, so why not? He was enjoying just holding her, and she seemed to be more than comfortable in his arms.
“Where to, m’lady?” He asked, and nodded when she offered direction. Tossing a wink and a cheeky grin over his shoulder toward anyone who happened to be watching, Alekse started walking. Setting her down once they reached stairs more for safety than anything, he still kept hold of her hand in his. She led him to her and her daughter’s quarters where klah was then poured, and he made himself comfortable on the couch, his overworked muscles complaining as he let himself relax.
He beamed at her. “Master Venan sends his regards.” He looked around the space, taking in the little details of how she and Zarel had already made it feel like a home since the Weyr opened earlier in the turn. “I uh…I got your last letters…” he coughed, feeling a combination of nervousness and being quite pleased as he recalled the contents and invitation.
She was kissing him again, and somewhere through the fatigue and fogginess and the rush of her lips against his he heard the buzz of conversation around them, and he chuckled at the small crowd they seem to have attracted.
“I’ve missed you, too.” He whispered, smiling against her.
He debated for a brief moment before deciding that letting her out of his arms wasn’t worth it, even to walk whatever short distance was needed. Energy somewhat renewed, in one swift movement, he reached an arm behind her legs and scooped her up, holding her against his chest and stifling any objections with another kiss. They’d already made a spectacle of themselves, so why not? He was enjoying just holding her, and she seemed to be more than comfortable in his arms.
“Where to, m’lady?” He asked, and nodded when she offered direction. Tossing a wink and a cheeky grin over his shoulder toward anyone who happened to be watching, Alekse started walking. Setting her down once they reached stairs more for safety than anything, he still kept hold of her hand in his. She led him to her and her daughter’s quarters where klah was then poured, and he made himself comfortable on the couch, his overworked muscles complaining as he let himself relax.
He beamed at her. “Master Venan sends his regards.” He looked around the space, taking in the little details of how she and Zarel had already made it feel like a home since the Weyr opened earlier in the turn. “I uh…I got your last letters…” he coughed, feeling a combination of nervousness and being quite pleased as he recalled the contents and invitation.