13.May.12, 03:07 AM
"I've already caught you once," S'kef breathed. He smiled and closed the gap, brushing his lips lightly over B'jin's cheek in so delicate a manner that he could have called it an accident. Not that it mattered, of course. S'kef's wonderful dragon kindly informed him that thanks to Larrikith's curious positioning, D'ren couldn't see inside the hut.
"Or twice...if you count the flight," he said deviously. "So..perhaps this is the third time? I wonder if there will be a fourth."
S'kef smiled and brushed a finger across B'jin's cheek. In spite of his violent nature, the brownrider could be very controlled and tender when he felt the occasion called for it. Now certainly did! Eyes gleaming with barely-restrained gratification, S'kef peeled away.
He felt like he could feed on that fear forever. Today, however, he wouldn't get the chance. A spark of warning from Tyrrisath came just in time, allowing S'kef to take a stategic step back and release B'jin's shirt. Tyrrisath moved, delicately maneuvering himself away from the door in such a way to avoid tangling himself with the smaller green.
D'ren came back inside, looking a little bit tired but mostly relieved that Ronarth's temper had finally settled. The Weyrleader arched a brow at the two, standing so civilly in his living room. They were so civil looking that he was almost suspicious. D'ren looked at them both with a curiously arched brow before his misgivings visibly melted away.
After all, his Second and his favorite greenrider would never keep anything from him, now would they?
"Or twice...if you count the flight," he said deviously. "So..perhaps this is the third time? I wonder if there will be a fourth."
S'kef smiled and brushed a finger across B'jin's cheek. In spite of his violent nature, the brownrider could be very controlled and tender when he felt the occasion called for it. Now certainly did! Eyes gleaming with barely-restrained gratification, S'kef peeled away.
He felt like he could feed on that fear forever. Today, however, he wouldn't get the chance. A spark of warning from Tyrrisath came just in time, allowing S'kef to take a stategic step back and release B'jin's shirt. Tyrrisath moved, delicately maneuvering himself away from the door in such a way to avoid tangling himself with the smaller green.
D'ren came back inside, looking a little bit tired but mostly relieved that Ronarth's temper had finally settled. The Weyrleader arched a brow at the two, standing so civilly in his living room. They were so civil looking that he was almost suspicious. D'ren looked at them both with a curiously arched brow before his misgivings visibly melted away.
After all, his Second and his favorite greenrider would never keep anything from him, now would they?