20.Nov.16, 11:57 PM
R’nya hummed wordlessly as Rhaedalyn began to speak, the bronzerider’s eyes opening to peer at the back of her head, eyebrows furrowing slightly as he considered her words. A wry smile tilted his lips slightly and R’nya shifted forward to kiss Rhaedalyn just below the ear. “I am fine now, my love.” The arm he had wrapped around Rhaedalyn tightened just enough to discourage her from wriggling out of bed, though wasn’t tight enough to actually prevent her from doing just that if she so desired.
“D’hys apparently needs more tasks to keep him occupied,” R’nya murmured, distracted from the conversation as he nuzzled at Rhaedalyn’s neck, leaving little kisses and nibbles in his wake as he worked his way down to her shoulder. The hand holding her own lifted, fingers still entwined, to stroke the curve of her hip with a gentle and smooth touch. The trail of affection shifted as R’nya made his way back up the side of Rhaedalyn’s neck and breathed warmly against her ear, not bothering to pretend he wasn’t interested in his lovely Weyrwoman as he had done during some of their past flights.
R’nya, who had been at the receiving end of a terrible day, was too irked overall to pretend he was a perfect gentleman and that he wasn’t interested in Rhaedalyn like he had in the aftermath of most of their flights; in all honestly, R’nya was still in shock that Xyreith had managed to turn such a terrible day into something so wonderful. Despite that, R’nya still had far too much affection and respect for Rhaedalyn to leave her without options and her own say in things. Loosening their linked hands just slightly, R’nya ran the palm of his hand down over Rhaedalyn’s hip and to the top of her thigh, fingers still woven together so they cupped her leg between their palms.
“Would you like me to leave?” R’nya asked quietly, pulling back from Rhaedalyn’s shoulder just enough to speak clearly, and he waited for a few seconds during which he gathered courage to go with the lingering flightlust and his own personal desires. “I would rather not.” The statement was murmured lowly, for R’nya wasn’t sure how it would be received, despite the fact that his body was making it perfectly perfectly clear where his mind was at, even if Rhaedalyn couldn’t read through the kisses and gently stroking hand at her side. It was important that she didn’t feel trapped, though; R’nya was all too aware of the role he’d played in her life over the past several years, and lover was not a slot he seemed to fill, outside of Aradissicath’s flights. R’nya honestly wasn’t even sure Rhaedalyn was interested in him romantically.
That would be a topper to a crappy day, R’nya decided, hiding a grimace in Rhaedalyn’s hair.
“D’hys apparently needs more tasks to keep him occupied,” R’nya murmured, distracted from the conversation as he nuzzled at Rhaedalyn’s neck, leaving little kisses and nibbles in his wake as he worked his way down to her shoulder. The hand holding her own lifted, fingers still entwined, to stroke the curve of her hip with a gentle and smooth touch. The trail of affection shifted as R’nya made his way back up the side of Rhaedalyn’s neck and breathed warmly against her ear, not bothering to pretend he wasn’t interested in his lovely Weyrwoman as he had done during some of their past flights.
R’nya, who had been at the receiving end of a terrible day, was too irked overall to pretend he was a perfect gentleman and that he wasn’t interested in Rhaedalyn like he had in the aftermath of most of their flights; in all honestly, R’nya was still in shock that Xyreith had managed to turn such a terrible day into something so wonderful. Despite that, R’nya still had far too much affection and respect for Rhaedalyn to leave her without options and her own say in things. Loosening their linked hands just slightly, R’nya ran the palm of his hand down over Rhaedalyn’s hip and to the top of her thigh, fingers still woven together so they cupped her leg between their palms.
“Would you like me to leave?” R’nya asked quietly, pulling back from Rhaedalyn’s shoulder just enough to speak clearly, and he waited for a few seconds during which he gathered courage to go with the lingering flightlust and his own personal desires. “I would rather not.” The statement was murmured lowly, for R’nya wasn’t sure how it would be received, despite the fact that his body was making it perfectly perfectly clear where his mind was at, even if Rhaedalyn couldn’t read through the kisses and gently stroking hand at her side. It was important that she didn’t feel trapped, though; R’nya was all too aware of the role he’d played in her life over the past several years, and lover was not a slot he seemed to fill, outside of Aradissicath’s flights. R’nya honestly wasn’t even sure Rhaedalyn was interested in him romantically.
That would be a topper to a crappy day, R’nya decided, hiding a grimace in Rhaedalyn’s hair.