Flirting With Authority [A'zael]

[Hiko]

Mollin had stayed too long within the hatching grounds, it seemed. While chatting with her egg, she'd been left behind, the rest of the candidates long gone before she realized she was alone with the clutch.
Well, not entirely alone. It seemed as if the far-too-handsome-for-his-own-good Weyrleader had lingered as well.
Mollin's grin was reminiscent of a feline on the hunt.

Sauntering up to the man, she gave her best smile. “Sorry about this, sir, but it looks like I might be in need of a ride.” Her eyes flicked to the man's chest and lower. “Down, I mean.” Smile widening, she teetered on her feet, the heat of the grounds felt even through her heavy boots.

“So, sir,” she began, giving a courtesy in the same manner one might call a lover back to bed, “Would you mind giving me a ride? I'm sure I could make the favor up to you.” Her eyes flicked over the man once more, “Somehow.”

[Zen]

A'zael :: Bronze Fath

A’zael had decided to stick around the hatching cavern until the last candidate left so Karredy wouldn’t have to stay for the ones that lingered and could get back to resting and recovering. He’d dismissed everyone B’rax and Zenelle as well, as more of the candidates left. A’zael himself honestly hadn’t paid too much attention to the eggs. He’d gone to see them from afar while Karredy had been ill, but hadn’t wanted to get close in case Zalmaranth didn’t like it. So he was taking them all in himself and stood back shaking his head. Two Golds, Fath… are you good or what?

Prettyshiny. Like Zalmaranth. I like them a lot, Mine.

He chuckled, So you’ve told me. He glanced around the sand to see that only one candidate was left as she was coming toward him. She looked to be about his own age, which made him distinctly aware of how very young he was for his position. He tried to look Weyrleader… ly… as she got closer, but something in the tone of her voice made him relax a bit. Not to mention the way she looked him over. See that, that was normal to him, not trying to act the perfect leader all the time. Thank Faranth, he obviously didn’t need to act the Weyrleader at the moment.

The smile that had once been so customary upon his lips, but had been rather scarce as of late, finally made a return, “Mmm… I wonder how the debt might be repaid….” He scratched his chin thoughtfully as looked her over in turn. If he was another man, maybe an older and more mature man, he might wonder if the Weyrleader sleeping with a candidate, and so close to a hatching, would be proper. But these thoughts didn’t even touch A’zael’s mind. She was clearly interested, whether it was for his rank, his looks, or something else entirely he didn’t really care.

“I am the Weyrleader, busy man and all…,” busy, busy, busy, Faranth wasn’t that the truth. His smile spread into a small grin, “A ride for a ride, perhaps?” He would have taken a bit more time getting to the point normally, but Between with it, he’d been waiting long enough. She was interested, he was interested, he didn’t have the patience, as the chance finally presented itself, to keep beating around the bush. Fath, I need to you take us back to our weyr. The Bronze seemed a bit disappointed to be leaving his ‘prettyshiny’ gold eggs, but made his way over to where his rider and another were standing, lowering himself with a small grumble to make it easier for A’zael to mount. A’zael swung up onto the dragon and reach one hand down for the woman. He realized he didn’t even know her name, “You know, Fath doesn’t like giving rides to people when he doesn’t know their name.”

That was a blatant lie. Fath could care less what the names of the people on his back were. But if could be true for all she knew. He would have introduced himself but he’d found at this point that nearly everyone already knew him and would interrupt his introduction to let him know that they already knew, so he’d sort of stopped doing it, it was annoying to constantly be interrupted during a simple introduction. They could at least wait until he’d finished to let him know they knew who he was.

[Hiko]

Mollin laughed outright at the man's forward response.
“What, no flirting? Tsk, tsk, Weyrleader.” She wagged a finger at him. “But then, you are a busy man indeed.” Mollin extended a hand so as to rest it on the man's chest as she leaned in.
“Shame, all the same. I happen to enjoy a bit of sport. Ah well~”

When A'zael moved nearer to Fath, mounted and offered her his hand so as to aid her in the climb up, she grinned.
“Is it Fath who cares so much, I wonder, or is it the man bonded to him~?” The woman took her Weyrleader's hand and in a fluid, albeit cautioned motion, vaulted onto the bronzed beast. She rested her hands at the man's hips as she sat behind him, more than a little amused at her current situation.

What would the barracks say if they knew of what she had in store for the man who led their little Weyrhold? What would his Weyrwoman say? Would she even care? Did Mollin, even if she did?
No, not really.
Weyrmates were a trifling thing; she'd learned that during her time within Ista. Let someone else care about matters of monogamy – it made little sense to Mollin herself, what with dragonlust being a very real and present creature to live with.
Besides, wasn't it desirable for candidates to be well-versed in bedroom antics, if only to ease them into the idea of being more open come a gold or green flight?
And surely, if she did Impress gold or green, wouldn't she'd be better accustomed to the wantonness of men by virtue of experience?

Truth be told, there wasn't much of a reason for Mollin to find herself so introspective at the moment. A'zael was attractive and obviously in need of some sort of physical comfort, seeing as how quickly he'd leaped onto the chance to bed a pretty face.
“It's Mollin. Molls, if you're a good boy. Sir.” At that last "sir," she squeezed her hands gently at the man's hips, as if intent on pulling herself closer, despite the bronze's neckridges.

Even if she couldn't enjoy the usual banter of flirting, Mollin had decided the least she could do was tease the man. Otherwise, where was the fun?

[Zen]

A'zael :: Bronze Fath

“You’ll have to forgive me for that… like you and I both said, I’m a busy man….” He gave a rather exaggerated sigh, “I’m just worried it wouldn’t leave us much time for… anything else.” He looked down at her as she took his hand and grinned, “Fath is quite friendly, but I have to admit… he does seem to have a problem with remembering names.”

He waited as she settled behind him, her hands resting on his hips. Fath made his way toward the entrance to the hatching cavern as she gave her name. Mollin. His eyebrow raised slightly at the squeeze on his hips, “If I’m a good boy? I wonder what your definition of that is.” He grinned, Let’s go Fath. “Hang on then,” not that he expected her to fall off, it wasn’t like Fath was going to be doing any fancy acrobatics, just a quick and simple flight to their weyr, but he had no idea how Mollin felt about flying… and frankly had just gotten used to saying that to passengers.

With that Fath launched himself into the air, unfurling his wings and heading off toward the weyrs in the cliffside. I can go back to the eggs when you’re there?

Yes, Fath, he assured the Bronze with a glance back at Mollin. Soon enough the weyr ledge was in sight and Fath landed with surprising grace, proving the fact that he was a perfectly fine physical specimen despite anything anyone else might say. “Shall we?” He slid down from Fath’s back and turned to look up at her, “You can use his leg as a step down… or dismount like a master.” He grinned and took a step back to allow her room to get down, gesturing inside, “Welcome to the Weyrleader’s weyr.” It still felt strange to call it his. It was much fancier than his previous weyr and had been home to other men, and might be home to someone else come next turn. It seemed wrong to call it his, for some reason.

[Hiko]

Truth be told, Mollin loved being dragonback. The few times she'd earned the privilege at Ista had been through aiding the occasional dragonrider in oiling their lifemate. Oh, there had been the initial flight from the hold to the Weyr, but that hardly counted; she'd been so afraid of being taken back to her hometown that the ride had been one of personal fears and isolated thoughts.
But every time since?

Mollin felt the rush of wind despite Fath's gentle glide and nearly sighed in contentedness. What better life could she have found for herself than in the Weyr? The chance at expanding the boundaries of personal living was enough to sway her, but the hope that she might have continued access to the sky?
Glorious.

It was over all too soon, she thought with a small frown. When A'zael mentioned dismounting “like a master,” Mollin allowed herself a small laugh; she was terrible at getting down from a dragon, and she had to wonder if it wasn't because she didn't just thoroughly enjoy being on one.
Still, when pressed, she used Fath's bronze leg as an aid. Flat-footed once more, her fingers lingered on the dragon's forearm, reluctant to part.
For all her forwardness in the hatching grounds, Mollin realized she would have preferred a longer thrill in the air above than in the sheets nearby.

“Is it awkward?” she asked, parting from the dragon's side and entering further into the weyr, “The title, I mean. The finer accommodations? Women throwing themselves at you?” She grinned at the man, knowing full well that she likely seemed no less than a hunter for privilege as well, “Not that they weren't before, with that face.”