10.Feb.12, 06:56 AM
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While B'jin was 05.03.231 AL, 9 AMhardly one of those greenriders, that went out of his way to spend more time wrapped in random arms at random times, he was working on becoming less and less likely to immediately re-clothe and flee after Larrikith had released him from her Flight. It wasn't so much because he didn't enjoy such times, but B'jin was loyal to his lovers, and since he had spent the better part of twenty turns bonded to a non-rider, the greenrider had found it easier to simply flee whomever he'd ended up tangled with before they wanted a re-enactment, sans dragons. Old habits died hard, though B'jin had been enjoying Larrikith's flights a lot more since his rather messy breakup. He didn't get out much, without her insinuating such events, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy them, now, when they happened.
However, as B'jin slowly collected himself back from his dragon, the greenrider rather suddenly remembered a particular moment of clarity he'd had during the flight, in which D'ren had been standing before him, eyes lusty, making some kind of demand B'jin couldn't remember. Eyes springing wide open with horror, B'jin froze where he lay, too terrified to move in case he did so and saw D'ren's familiar face beside him. He breathed out slowly, breath trembling, and slowly turned his head with great caution. His face was pinched, ready for the ultimate humiliation, body coiled as he prepared to fling himself out of the bed and as far away from any such humiliating confrontation.
As a result, the image of the randy young bluerider lying sprawled on the bed both shocked and relieved B'jin. The lack of being D'ren had the greenrider relaxing visibly as he flopped back down on the bed, a massive sigh of relief leaving his lips as he did so, and warm brown eyes rolled sideways to peer at R'nd's face. He knew the other rider had a rather exotic reputation, as far as the blankets he'd been tangled in. B'jin, however, had never noticed the young man make an attempt at himself or Larrikith, and he was slightly surprised to find him sprawled beside himself.
Not, B'jin decided, as he leaned up on one elbow and peered down at the grey-eyed blonde, that he was complaining in the slightest. "Wakey wakey," B'jin whispered huskily, face inches above R'nd's and a sly smirk tugging at his lips.
While B'jin was 05.03.231 AL, 9 AMhardly one of those greenriders, that went out of his way to spend more time wrapped in random arms at random times, he was working on becoming less and less likely to immediately re-clothe and flee after Larrikith had released him from her Flight. It wasn't so much because he didn't enjoy such times, but B'jin was loyal to his lovers, and since he had spent the better part of twenty turns bonded to a non-rider, the greenrider had found it easier to simply flee whomever he'd ended up tangled with before they wanted a re-enactment, sans dragons. Old habits died hard, though B'jin had been enjoying Larrikith's flights a lot more since his rather messy breakup. He didn't get out much, without her insinuating such events, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy them, now, when they happened.
However, as B'jin slowly collected himself back from his dragon, the greenrider rather suddenly remembered a particular moment of clarity he'd had during the flight, in which D'ren had been standing before him, eyes lusty, making some kind of demand B'jin couldn't remember. Eyes springing wide open with horror, B'jin froze where he lay, too terrified to move in case he did so and saw D'ren's familiar face beside him. He breathed out slowly, breath trembling, and slowly turned his head with great caution. His face was pinched, ready for the ultimate humiliation, body coiled as he prepared to fling himself out of the bed and as far away from any such humiliating confrontation.
As a result, the image of the randy young bluerider lying sprawled on the bed both shocked and relieved B'jin. The lack of being D'ren had the greenrider relaxing visibly as he flopped back down on the bed, a massive sigh of relief leaving his lips as he did so, and warm brown eyes rolled sideways to peer at R'nd's face. He knew the other rider had a rather exotic reputation, as far as the blankets he'd been tangled in. B'jin, however, had never noticed the young man make an attempt at himself or Larrikith, and he was slightly surprised to find him sprawled beside himself.
Not, B'jin decided, as he leaned up on one elbow and peered down at the grey-eyed blonde, that he was complaining in the slightest. "Wakey wakey," B'jin whispered huskily, face inches above R'nd's and a sly smirk tugging at his lips.