01.Feb.14, 05:48 PM
S'cer woke with a small jolt, eyes searching the roof of the tent frantically as he tried to place where he was. This was his tent, but something was horribly wrong--an arm was slung around his waist, pinning him to a warm chest, and sweat was damp at the back of S'cer's neck. It was all horribly uncomfortable, especially since he was not used to sharing a bed, and S'cer lay there for a moment, reaching out for Quelseth.
She slept, blissfully so, but roused at the query.Yes, I'm fine. There was a lazy sort of satisfaction beneath the surface of her soft voice, and it worried S'cer. She was all grown up now, wasn't she? Wasn't it much the same after losing one's virginity as a human? Ipsyth was very gentle , she pointed out, matter-of-fact, and it all started to filter back in, the gaps in his memory becoming clear.
S'bel! S'cer panicked, because this situation was far, far too domestic for his liking. He had never gotten the chance to be with Lytem as he had liked, having had to sneak around for rolls in the barns whenever the opportunity had presented itself, and he had genuinely cared for his fellow Farmcrafter. S'bel was nice looking, but S'cer hardly fancied him--he had no strong opinions about him other than that he was grateful that Ipsyth had been gentle with Quelseth.
S'cer wrapped a hand around S'bel's wrist and lifted it, scooting out from under it and letting it drop unceremoniously to the bed. The muscles in his thighs twinged with pain, and a mottled flush crept up the back of S'cer's neck and to the tips of his ears as he sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed--he hadn't been with anyone in quite some time, certainly not since Impressing, but even beyond that.
His throat was dry, and S'cer got to his feet, moving toward the water bucket and drinking a dipperful before pausing to fill a cup. Snagging his trousers from where they lay scattered around the tent, S'cer tossed them over his arm before prodding S'bel none too gently in the ribs. "Get up," he demanded, shoving the cup of water at the bluerider. "Surely you have something better to do than laze around in my bed all day."
She slept, blissfully so, but roused at the query.
S'bel! S'cer panicked, because this situation was far, far too domestic for his liking. He had never gotten the chance to be with Lytem as he had liked, having had to sneak around for rolls in the barns whenever the opportunity had presented itself, and he had genuinely cared for his fellow Farmcrafter. S'bel was nice looking, but S'cer hardly fancied him--he had no strong opinions about him other than that he was grateful that Ipsyth had been gentle with Quelseth.
S'cer wrapped a hand around S'bel's wrist and lifted it, scooting out from under it and letting it drop unceremoniously to the bed. The muscles in his thighs twinged with pain, and a mottled flush crept up the back of S'cer's neck and to the tips of his ears as he sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed--he hadn't been with anyone in quite some time, certainly not since Impressing, but even beyond that.
His throat was dry, and S'cer got to his feet, moving toward the water bucket and drinking a dipperful before pausing to fill a cup. Snagging his trousers from where they lay scattered around the tent, S'cer tossed them over his arm before prodding S'bel none too gently in the ribs. "Get up," he demanded, shoving the cup of water at the bluerider. "Surely you have something better to do than laze around in my bed all day."