Post by kevna on Apr 27, 2021 18:31:00 GMT -5
Morning After Payback
Siorreya - Green AmagetithShe woke up slowly, stretching, a smile on her face. That was the best sleep she had had in what felt like ages. She sat up slowly, blinking, surprised that she had woken up naturally. That happened so rarely. She looked around her side of the weyr, her eyebrows raising as she found it empty. Her green was gone. She must have gone out on the beach, maybe for a swim in the ocean. Usually, she still woke Siorreya up and pestered her to come with. Maybe the green had finally gotten some sense in realizing that it was too cold for her now. That didn’t really sound like Amagetith.
She smiled again, her mind coming back to the fact that her sleep had been spectacular. Utterly spectacular. It had been dreamless. No Podrell. Just utter peace. She stretched again, her arms coming up above her head and then back down and her fingers brushing something on her pillow. Her eyebrows drew in in confusion as she searched the bed and found a thin hide, small. She picked it up slowly and found three words scribbled on it. ‘Truth or Dare.’ She stiffened and looked around as if she would see him at any moment.
She looked down at the note and felt her cheeks warm. He had been in her weyr. She looked down at herself and fixed the strap of her tank top which had fallen askew. She didn’t sleep wearing very much, had the blanket been covering her? Not that he hadn’t seen all of her already… She cursed her heavy sleeping. Why had he come in? Had Amagetith invited him in?? She would have to talk to that green. Her hands went to her messy hair and she combed through it nervously, looking back to the hide. ‘Truth or dare.’ Well, he was persistent, she could give him that. She would be lying if she didn't admit that she was a little impressed. She smiled slightly. He had won this round, but she would win out in the end, of that she was certain. She just had to find the right dare. And she had won the battle for her dreams. She had been right, that last time with him in the sand had been all she had needed to get him out of her system. She smiled triumphantly, feeling smug and confident. With restful sleep there was no telling how she could outsmart the pompous lordling. Whenever she saw him next. Her fear forgotten, the ghost of that last kiss a whisper of a memory, Siorreya got up and got ready, the hide on her pillow forgotten for now. She had a whole day ahead of her and she felt quite ready to face it.
Two Days Later
Her exultation-or gloating in the words of Amagetith-had only lasted a few days. Only a few blessed days. She had been in a dark mood since this morning since the dreams had restarted just last night, and they had come on with a bit more force. She still remembered waking up, feeling the desire stemmed from that dream coursing through her, just this morning. She probably would have hunted the sharding lordling if not for Amagetith and her curiosity. She did have a way with killing the mood. Thank Faranth. She shuddered to think what following through on that waking instinct would have done. With the loss of her supposed triumph, the fear from the gentle kiss had returned, and the frustration and anger towards the man who had caused all of it, with it.
Her shudder wasn’t just from that thought, but also the chill cold air. They were by the lake, preparing for their practice. The prank they had in mind was more elaborate than anything they had done before, and it required a bit more planning. She looked dubiously at the green as she presented her tail to her.
“Is this really necessary?”
If you want a part in it, then yes. Otherwise, you would just be watching.
Sio twisted her mouth, and sighed. That did sound boring. She took off her jacket and her pants, leaving her large shirt on, which hung just over her butt. She had a spare shirt for when it was time to head back, so she wouldn’t freeze to death in the process of returning to the weyr to clean up.
“Better make this quick.”
You need to get used to the cold.
“Why?” She asked without thinking, and then it dawned on her. “Oh noooo, can’t we wait till summer?” Siorreya grumped. She was tired, and not up for a fight.
No. I cannot wait! It will be so fun. Now come on. Stop dawdling.
She took a deep breath and waded into the water slowly, wincing as the chill water lapped at her legs. Shards but it was cold. She stepped onto the tail, trying to find the right spot to balance.
You need to be closer to the edge of the tail.
She shot the green a glare. “I know.” She shot out petulantly.
Touchy touchy aren’t you? Tired much mine?
“Shut up.”
The green had her revenge as she snapped her tail, throwing the unsuspecting rider deeper into the water, the woman letting out a squeal. That was how their practice seemed to go for the next few candle marks at least. The two teasing eachother, and the snappy rider continuing her grumping and switching to laughter easily enough. She was balancing on the tail when she heard the music, and her eyes glanced over in the direction of the music. A man stood leaning against a tree, his eyes watching her carefully, a small smile gracing his lips. He carried a gitar, and his hands nimbly strummed the instrument. He looked like a predator, debating how best to pursue his prey. She felt an answering smile grace her own lips.
What? What is it? The green could feel Siorreya’s distraction and turned, her tail swinging and once again dumping Siorreya into the water. Oops. Sorry mine.
Laughter, a rich tenor tone responding to the sight before him reached her ears. Siorreya, who had come up from the water, her eyes narrowed at the green, felt herself relaxing them as she enjoyed the sound of his voice... She treaded the water, feeling her lips tremble slightly, her eyes swinging back to him. Without thought she started swimming in his direction.
Wait, are we done?
“Oh yeah.” Siorreya said, enjoying the look in the man’s eyes. “I do believe you owe me an apology, distracting my green that way.” She called out as she got out of the water. She could see now the rich brown eyes and the way they appreciatively traced over her body. Dangerously tempting those eyes. He gave a sweeping bow, his eyes never leaving her, a slight brow quirked at her.
“My deepest apology. I heard laughter, and like a siren’s call you drew me to you.”
She blinked at the sultry tone, finding herself in the presence of an actual seducer half naked. She shivered again, and not just from the cold this time.
“Well, I think that was the best apology I have ever been given.” She murmured, approaching him slowly. It was a lie, Podrell’s apology had sounded more sincere, but with Podrell she felt only confusion. She couldn’t understand his actions, or what went on behind his composed facade. With the man before her at least she understood him immediately, and exactly what drove his words.
Well what about me? The green practically pouted, and Siorreya found the trance to be broken as the man finally looked away from her to the dragon. “Hmm, your glistening hide was what guided me through the brush the rest of the way, I am indebted to you dear green.” His bow to the green was just as elaborate.
Amagetith preened, her eyes whirling. She was easily pleased.
My name is Amagetith. But I like dear green. He smiled brightly, and strummed as he spoke, his tone musical without actually singing. “Well how about dear Amagetith?”
Yes, that is good too. Would you like to swim with us? We are practicing acrobats.
“Hmm acrobats… I do like that.” His eyes came back to Siorreya, and she felt her body warming. “But your rider seems so cold. Maybe she should take a break, and I can keep her company?”
Ama seemed to consider, and then decided his idea seemed to make sense. I am not finished swimming, but I don’t want mine to be cold.
“Very judicious.” He nodded and the green gave another pleased trill, before departing to deeper waters of the lake. Siorreya moved to her clothes, and slipped her pants on, then stripped off her shirt, glancing at the stranger to see him modestly look away, but not quite long enough as he glanced back as she was slipping the dry shirt on. He didn’t seem repentant to be caught in the act, but then again, a seducer wouldn’t be, would he? She quirked a challenging smile at him, and then moved closer to him, snaking her jacket on.
“Warmer?” He asked, and his tone seemed to mean something else entirely. “Hmm, yes thank you.” She said and sat as he gestured for her to join him. He sat next to her, his eyes intensely train on her. It was like he could see into her soul. “My name is Kekoa.” He offered his hand and she took it, her small hand encased in his and he lifted hers to his lips. “Siorreya, rider of Amagetith. Well met.”
“Indeed.” From this distance, she could see the golden ring in his eyes. He leaned closer to her, his smile bright and friendly. They exchanged pleasantries, and she learned quickly the silver tongue he had. He had quite the ability to draw a woman in, she could see it. She enjoyed the compliments he gave her as any woman could, but she knew them for what they were. A means to an end. Even if he meant them now, as romantic as they were, it would pass as his attentions would when the next pretty girl walked by.
Siorreya blinked as she realized how close he had gotten, and she felt his hand caress her cheek. He leaned forward and their noses brushed. This was different, there was no parrying of words, no battle of the wills. She leaned in forward and lips met. He was gentle, so very gentle, but it only made her stiffen in remembrance of that last kiss she had shared with Podrell. She pushed Kekoa away, her eyebrows descending angrily. “What was that for?” She huffed, and she watched his confused look.
“The kiss? I thought you wanted-“
She waved at him angrily, “I did, I just mean… That kiss specifically.” She shook her head, leaning away from him, confused. “It was…gentle. I thought you wanted-“
“Sex?” He said it with a laid-back smile.
“Well… Yes.” She grumbled and he chuckled.
“Well if you had been patient…” He said, and leaned forward again, but she put her hand on his chest. “But…” Her mind was whirling. “What-what does a kiss like that mean?” She asked, and he leaned back, his hands behind him to support him, his eyebrows raised. “What do you mean?” He asked, his casual lean made him look good, but she was still struggling with understanding.
“I mean. I was just expecting something… More… Hungry.” His eyebrows descended, and for a moment he looked angry. “Have you been treated ill?” She shook her head, waving at him dismissively again, getting frustrated. She didn’t know how to explain what it is she meant, but she felt a need to. “No, no, no. I just… I’ve only had one man kiss me that way-and it confused me. I like to think I’m a great student at lovemaking, but it didn't seem to make sense to me.” She said with some frustration. Just as quickly as the anger on his face came it was gone, and an amused smile graced his lips.
“Ah I see. Well gentle kisses can mean many things.” He shrugged lazily. “I like to use them to warm women up.” He quirked a suggestive eyebrow, “but I have also used them to say thank you, or to take things slow to better enjoy each and every sensation.” Siorreya felt herself relaxing. Podrell’s gentle kiss had occurred after their lovemaking, and she smiled as she realized he had just been thanking her. The fog of confusion was dissipating. “That… Makes so much more sense.” She sighed, her smile turning brilliant, and she watched the way his eyes seemed to darken and he leaned closer to her again.
“Hmm, well I do like making a woman feel better.” His husky voice made her giggle and she shook her head.
“You don’t give up, do you?”
“Only if specifically asked.” She smiled and didn’t say anything intentionally. He really had made her feel better, and even if the dreams had returned, she was beginning to feel lighthearted again. It all made more sense. She stood brushing off her pants, and she watched his false disappointment, or maybe it was real, pass over his face. But it was quick. His relaxed smile returned quickly enough and he stood picking up his gitar.
“I’m going to run and bathe, but thank you.” And with that she caught his face and gave him a gentle kiss, showing off the knowledge he had given her. He responded immediately, his free hand reaching for her. But she pulled away, shaking her head. “It is too cold out here for much more, sir.” She said, tsking at him and stepping back.
“It wasn’t too cold a moment ago.” He followed her, and she laughed again, but considered. He was alluring. He took her moment of consideration as permission, closing the distance and catching her lips in his. This time he gave her the kiss she had originally expected from him, his lips battling with hers, his tongue insistent. She expected that if one of his hands hadn’t been holding the gitar, things would have progressed, and quickly. She hadn’t had a mind to stop him. A sudden intense desire to get one man behind her so she could move forward was overtaking her body. Suddenly he pulled away, a teasing smirk on his face. “Still too cold?” He whispered; his free hand still wrapped tightly around her waist. She huffed frustrated as he stepped back, his hands splaying out to his sides, one hand holding the gitar still.
“Something to remember me by, Siorreya. Maybe next time we’ll be somewhere a little warmer.” His voice held promise and she quirked an eyebrow at him, trying not to show her frustration. He backed away, and with a wink, turned and walked away.
“You’re just going to leave me wanting?” He didn’t even glance over his shoulder as he lifted a hand and waved. “This time. I like the anticipation almost as much as the act.” His voice held humor, but the promise was still there, and she put her hands on her hips. Sharding men.