05.May.12, 03:22 AM
S'kef smiled, softly but confident despite his weakness, and squeezed J'ver's hand. "D'ren won't replace me," he said firmly, confident in that fact and in no mood to argue with his greenrider over it. "Don't worry your pretty face. I requested leave for the benefit of the Weyr....D'ren needs someone to help him."
Heh, D'ren. S'kef genuinely respected the man, but he was awfully easy to dance around. He was trusting to a fault and knew nothing about S'kef's past. If D'ren ever learned what S'kef had done back at Telgar, well...that would be that.
Good thing no one knew except B'jin. Not even J'ver knew! S'kef trusted J'ver not to squander the knowledge, but that was the problem. What if the pair's relationship ever went south? S'kef wasn't willing to pass an ace like that to J'ver, not when it could just reappear late game and send him packing.
No one knew, and it was going to stay that way.
"So don't worry," S'kef repeated, voice deepening and eyes widening subtly as those gentle hands ran down his chest. Faranth, how thew brownrider wished to be well! How he wished to feel J'ver's flesh against his again! It would have to wait, though. The calculating man knew that it would only strain him. Perhaps some deep part of him was also concerned about J'ver as well, but that too would remain a secret.
"And as for your green," S'kef said, pulling J'ver's hand to his lips and delicately kissing the top, "I'll be well soon enough. You'd best keep out of trouble," he said. He didn't need to talk about his resignation any more. J'ver was going to accept the answer and like it! And while S'kef had no idea about the greenrider's plans to 'treat' his potential replacement, he wouldn't have been surprised. No, he would have been pleased.
But he knew J'ver. He knew him well enough not to waste his breath on the order.
"Help me lie back down," he ordered after a moment.
Heh, D'ren. S'kef genuinely respected the man, but he was awfully easy to dance around. He was trusting to a fault and knew nothing about S'kef's past. If D'ren ever learned what S'kef had done back at Telgar, well...that would be that.
Good thing no one knew except B'jin. Not even J'ver knew! S'kef trusted J'ver not to squander the knowledge, but that was the problem. What if the pair's relationship ever went south? S'kef wasn't willing to pass an ace like that to J'ver, not when it could just reappear late game and send him packing.
No one knew, and it was going to stay that way.
"So don't worry," S'kef repeated, voice deepening and eyes widening subtly as those gentle hands ran down his chest. Faranth, how thew brownrider wished to be well! How he wished to feel J'ver's flesh against his again! It would have to wait, though. The calculating man knew that it would only strain him. Perhaps some deep part of him was also concerned about J'ver as well, but that too would remain a secret.
"And as for your green," S'kef said, pulling J'ver's hand to his lips and delicately kissing the top, "I'll be well soon enough. You'd best keep out of trouble," he said. He didn't need to talk about his resignation any more. J'ver was going to accept the answer and like it! And while S'kef had no idea about the greenrider's plans to 'treat' his potential replacement, he wouldn't have been surprised. No, he would have been pleased.
But he knew J'ver. He knew him well enough not to waste his breath on the order.
"Help me lie back down," he ordered after a moment.