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20.Apr.20, 04:28 AM
He actually wasn't even sure if he was winning anymore. He felt he had the upper hand at the start, wearing the tight leather pants that got varying reactions out of people but his opponent came prepared as well with the lacy dress that drove him wild the first time he saw it. Still he had been confident and showed great restraint early on, even removing his shirt, ruffling his hair and biting his lower lip to help give off some serious bedroom eyes.
Now, he had his hands gliding up smooth thighs as he whispered what he wanted to do to his opponent if she just gave in and said the word. Neither would concede which meant neither was getting laid just yet but the build up had been fun and he almost gave in at one point and was close to doing so again when the interruption came.
Given the frustrated growl Casa gave, he knew she was getting lectured as well. "Great timing as always. And this Hatching doesn't even involve our dragons," T'ryn grumbled against the neck his face was now buried against. He knew they were both hot and bothered and sitting through a Hatching in such a state would be torture. He recalled the end of turn party where they had teased each other but couldn't do anything about it thanks to clothing and being at his Aunt's home and how that night seemed to go on forever. Going through that again didn't seem fun.
"Sy says the news is current," T'ryn stated as he straightened so he could look at Casa clearly, "so we both know there's time... I'll even concede even though we both know I was winning," he laughed when Casa denied such a claim but several minutes later, T'ryn was pretty sure neither of them was the loser--unless one counted having to ignore the badgering of a dragon throughout most of the fun.
An hour later, T'ryn had tidied himself up though his desk was begging for attention and he was itching to give it. They had never made it to the bedroom during or after the game and his desk had been the closest and most desirable surface at one point so papers had been spread all over the place and some fell to the floor, but at least his ink pot had been stored away earlier that day and hadn't spilled on anything important.
Casa seemed a bit weird as she dressed again, but T'ryn wasn't offended by it. She was weeks away from becoming WeyrWoman, which that alone was already a stress, but he imagined she had likely received more news or an order on what to do for this Hatching or even if she was allowed to go; would they make her stay and be in charge? But then she asked about one of the notes she must have seen when she was up close and personal with the paper. T'ryn explained it, she nodded, and then excused herself to get ready herself. Odd, but again, he didn't think much of it before going to change.
He still didn't think much on it as he ignored the desk to get Syrendryth ready and head out. His mind was now on supporting N'mor, which also meant getting Mylorah to come. She had been hesitant about attending as she didn't want to end up going to Healer Hall if she accidentally Impressed. But he was fairly certain she loved her friends too much and wouldn't miss showing her support, especially when one of them was almost another brother to her and the clutch's sire.
It didn't take any convincing, he found out when he arrived because she had already left for the Hatching. When he got to Fort and found her in the stands sitting with Z'rin, T'ryn joined them and then immediately wished he hadn't. He had been right about her desire to support friends but he also found out Mylorah had ran to his weyr the moment she heard about the Hatching, hoping to catch him before he left to get a ride. But she had heard him with someone--and the way she said that word had T'ryn both blushing and hoping his sister didn't know what Casa sounded like during sex to know who he was with--and went to N'mor and Z'rin's weyr instead to catch a ride. He wasn't very chatty after that, refusing to answer her inquiries.
