07.May.12, 12:59 AM
Personally, J’ver was beginning to think D’ren needed someone to help him step down. The man didn’t seem to have the backbone to properly stand by his decrees or punish the troublemakers on his own. Let a brownrider run the weyr. While the idea of S’kef bedding Tsuen made his skin crawl, seeing his brownrider in that position of power sent a shiver of excitement down his spine. If only they could make that happen! There weren’t many bronzes left and with the new gold slowly working her way toward maturity, there was ample opportunity to work with. That was something to mull over on his own time before presenting the idea to S’kef. He did like to have enough information to tantalize with first so the conversation of their current state of employment was dropped. It was easy enough to tell S’kef’s word on the matter was to be the last and he wouldn’t tolerate anything else.
J’ver easily slipped into the far more enjoyable topic of teasing the ailing man. His roaming hand dopped to S’kef’s thigh where it brushed along the top before dipping to the inner thigh to come dangerously close to the man’s groin before sliding back the way it came. It would be so easy to remind S’kef of all the benefits in keeping him around and why it was of the utmost importance to heal but J’ver knew, despite his own need for even the briefest moment of an erotic touch, overtaxing the brownrider so early in his recovery helped neither of them for the long run. “I will simply have to endure and put up with a whiny blue this time but I expect Tyrrisath leading the pack for the next.”
A wicked smile crept into place at the order to stay out of trouble and J’ver tsked at his superior. “Staying out of trouble is never fun, my darling, S’kef, but until I see you standing proudly beside D’ren once more and leaving the weyr cowering in fear, I’ll keep out of sight.” He wasn’t foolish; without his protector, one step out of line could cause serious issues for the betterment of his future and J’ver was all about living comfortably.
Icy blue eyes dropped to the kiss being placed on his hand and for a moment J’ver forgot the tenderness was likely linked to a game to keep him submissive as he gave a weak smile. Moments like this always left the lines blurred as to who was playing who and what emotions were real but J’ver couldn’t think of a negative to them and always simply enjoyed and let his attitude tone down to something more agreeable. “If you only give me the word, I will track down the best Healer in the North for you. He’d never have to know it was a weyr and could be left to think it was a fevered dream of his own if I returned him.” J’ver spoke in soft tones as he fell into the loyal servant role and eagerly assisted S’kef in the task of lying back down. It was something a grown man shouldn’t have to ask for help with but there were always exceptions and even the greenrider that sneered at weaknesses laid no blame upon the man this time.
Adjusting the pillow and smoothing out the sheets, J’ver frowned at S’kef looking so vulnerable in bed. “You will get better, S’kef, and I’ll make sure no one forgets how invincible and powerful you are.” Even with his mind plotting out other potential candidates that could rise to power, J’ver still refused to believe his turns of hard work in cultivating a relationship with S’kef were close to ending. They were both too stubborn and determined to let being bed-ridden slow them down from reaching their goals.
J’ver easily slipped into the far more enjoyable topic of teasing the ailing man. His roaming hand dopped to S’kef’s thigh where it brushed along the top before dipping to the inner thigh to come dangerously close to the man’s groin before sliding back the way it came. It would be so easy to remind S’kef of all the benefits in keeping him around and why it was of the utmost importance to heal but J’ver knew, despite his own need for even the briefest moment of an erotic touch, overtaxing the brownrider so early in his recovery helped neither of them for the long run. “I will simply have to endure and put up with a whiny blue this time but I expect Tyrrisath leading the pack for the next.”
A wicked smile crept into place at the order to stay out of trouble and J’ver tsked at his superior. “Staying out of trouble is never fun, my darling, S’kef, but until I see you standing proudly beside D’ren once more and leaving the weyr cowering in fear, I’ll keep out of sight.” He wasn’t foolish; without his protector, one step out of line could cause serious issues for the betterment of his future and J’ver was all about living comfortably.
Icy blue eyes dropped to the kiss being placed on his hand and for a moment J’ver forgot the tenderness was likely linked to a game to keep him submissive as he gave a weak smile. Moments like this always left the lines blurred as to who was playing who and what emotions were real but J’ver couldn’t think of a negative to them and always simply enjoyed and let his attitude tone down to something more agreeable. “If you only give me the word, I will track down the best Healer in the North for you. He’d never have to know it was a weyr and could be left to think it was a fevered dream of his own if I returned him.” J’ver spoke in soft tones as he fell into the loyal servant role and eagerly assisted S’kef in the task of lying back down. It was something a grown man shouldn’t have to ask for help with but there were always exceptions and even the greenrider that sneered at weaknesses laid no blame upon the man this time.
Adjusting the pillow and smoothing out the sheets, J’ver frowned at S’kef looking so vulnerable in bed. “You will get better, S’kef, and I’ll make sure no one forgets how invincible and powerful you are.” Even with his mind plotting out other potential candidates that could rise to power, J’ver still refused to believe his turns of hard work in cultivating a relationship with S’kef were close to ending. They were both too stubborn and determined to let being bed-ridden slow them down from reaching their goals.