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 Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 5:16 pm
It was about an hour later that S'ren slowly began to come back to, feeling oddly spent. When he opened his eyes the first thing he noticed was that he wasn't in his Weyr. The second thing he noticed was that there was another man in the bed with him.
Oh Shards. The flight... It had seemed a rather long one for a Green flight, and Tereth had been quite triumphant in his victory. Shards Shards Shards. The hazards that came with being a dragonrider... This wasn't his first time waking up like this, no, but the male gender was definitely not his sexual preference.
I apologize the discomfort, Mine, but the flight was much needed, the Brown said in his mind, sounding properly apologetic even if quite pleased with himself. Although really you did quite well yourself.
No! Nonononono, you do not tell me stuff like that! the rider replied sharply, fighting back the urge to groan lest he wake the bed's other occupant. This was awkward enough as it was; he needed to sneak out. No joking about these things. I'm just going to get out of here and forget that anything ever happened.
Tereth felt faintly amused. I would loan you my memory span if I could.
I appreciate the sentiment, S'ren thought wryly with a roll of his eyes, carefully trying to slip out of the bed without being noticed. He needed to find his clothes.
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 7:36 pm
Mine, laying there and pretending to be asleep while your partner is awake is very bad manners you know. Perhaps you should let him know you're listening to him move?
. . . .
There were no words to describe what O'rer was feeling at the moment, if he were feeling anything at all other than his hips being really, really heavy. His mind was garbled with various sensations and images, his whole back aching and his body covered with hickeys. He kept his head and face away from the other occupant in the bed, not really wanting to know whom he'd been...knowing recently.
Brown Tereth, so that means -
I know who it means, Hitath. I'm not stupid.
Hitath, for her part, sounded incredibly satisfied and content with what had come to pass. The green was known for her softness after all and the wickedness that came with her flights was often over just as soon as it had begun, leaving O'rer in something of a better mood too. A proddy Hitath made for a b*****d O'rer, or so people liked to try and explain.
Are you going to say something after all?
I'm going to get on my pants and get out of here.
O'rer shifted slightly, like he was planning on rolling out of bed, only to have a wave of pain shoot up his back. Instantly his face flushed red and his whole body shrunk inwards, the man not willing to admit what he knew to be the cause of this all.
. . . . I am telling Tereth to tell his that you cannot move.
There was humor in the green's voice as she likely relayed the message to the brown despite the clear protests O'rer was giving. Hitath knows best after all!
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 7:50 pm
Mine, Hitath informs me that O'rer is currently unable to move. Perhaps you should help him? The Brown sounded far more amused by this change in plans than he probably should have.
"..." This was just plain wrong. Letting out a small sigh, the brownrider slipped his his undergarments back on (thank goodness those had been right next to the bed) before glancing back over at his companion. "... Tereth tells me that you are unable to move. Do I need to get a Healer?" Argh, this situation was entirely too embarrassing.
Perhaps in the future you should not be so rough.
S'ren's face flushed red at the remark. It didn't help matters any that he was so much larger than the other rider. You know very well I had no control over that! You try being gentler with the Green next time and maybe I'll have better luck. He received no words in reply, simply more amusement from the Brown.
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 9:13 am
If it were possible for O'rer to turn into any more of a tomato by growing red then he certainly was on the right track in doing so. He tried to pull himself in further, or at least get a bit more out of sight. The more this other rider talked to him, this other male rider, the less and less O'rer was growing comfortable. It wasn't in the man to be violent even if he was at a point where he wanted to snap, so thankfully there would be no after-flight fist fighting.
For now, anyway.
Faranth above and all that is sacred, just leave me here to die.
You don't really mean that.
Hitath rumbled from wherever she was perched, likely off sunning herself somewhere while her rider lay in a dark room in musty sheets. An unfair trade, if you asked the man, but he knew he couldn't just lay there much longer without having to answer. He was the adult here, probably this kid's senior by at least a half-dozen turns, so O'rer needed to take the high road.
. . . Right.
"No, I'm fine. It's best if you get dressed and leave, and I'll follow out in a bit. No need for you to be seen with me if you wish the gossip to stop before it can really spread."
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 10:12 am
Gossip? Why should there be gossip? As uncomfortable and awkward as this situation was (and as much as he wished he could simply erase his memory every time), Green flights were quite a common occurrence about the Weyr. He didn't see any particular reason that theirs should be talked about more than any other. "I don't know about any gossip, but if you are sure you are alright then I shall leave." The brownrider continued to get dressed as he spoke, pacing himself so as not to seem to be in too much of a rush, but definitely moving quickly enough. Argh, where is my shardin shirt?
Have you checked in the bed, Mine? Tereth offered helpfully.
... You know what, I don't need a shirt. He started the search for his socks and shoes instead.
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