04.Dec.16, 12:31 AM
Shit, she was crying! R’nya’s eyes widened in horror as he noticed the tears. He didn’t get time to react to their appearance before Rhaedalyn was shaking her hands free of his own, and R’nya flinched visibly when Rhaedalyn threw herself at him. It took him a moment to realise she was hugging him, not hitting him, and R’nya wrapped his arms almost timidly around her though he held her tightly.
“I thought I did!” R’nya exclaimed, indignant, before she was kissing him. In no hurry to end it, R’nya cupped Rhaedalyn’s face gently, brushing his thumbs over her cheeks to wipe away the tears; he could taste their saltiness on her lips. Drawing back slowly, R’nya kissed the tip of her nose before leaning back a little. He brushed his thumbs along her cheekbones, awed by the fact that she was (apparently) on the same page as him. At least for the moment; a moment of clarity informed R’nya that a relationship with Rhaedalyn would always be complicated – they were far too good at misunderstanding one another for anything simple!
Lowering his hands from her face, R’nya ran them down the sides of her neck and over the slope of her shoulders and down her arms. He finished at her hands, holding them gently he lifted them to kiss her knuckles with a light brush of his lips, before lowering them. “Just to be clear,” R’nya murmured, still holding Rhaedalyn’s hands gently though he’d lowered them, his thumbs tracing over the backs of them in a soothing way, “I can call you my mate, and not just my Weyrwoman?”
Faranth save us all.
“I thought I did!” R’nya exclaimed, indignant, before she was kissing him. In no hurry to end it, R’nya cupped Rhaedalyn’s face gently, brushing his thumbs over her cheeks to wipe away the tears; he could taste their saltiness on her lips. Drawing back slowly, R’nya kissed the tip of her nose before leaning back a little. He brushed his thumbs along her cheekbones, awed by the fact that she was (apparently) on the same page as him. At least for the moment; a moment of clarity informed R’nya that a relationship with Rhaedalyn would always be complicated – they were far too good at misunderstanding one another for anything simple!
Lowering his hands from her face, R’nya ran them down the sides of her neck and over the slope of her shoulders and down her arms. He finished at her hands, holding them gently he lifted them to kiss her knuckles with a light brush of his lips, before lowering them. “Just to be clear,” R’nya murmured, still holding Rhaedalyn’s hands gently though he’d lowered them, his thumbs tracing over the backs of them in a soothing way, “I can call you my mate, and not just my Weyrwoman?”