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Post by Zirin on Feb 17, 2012 1:06:23 GMT -4
{OOC: Takes place directly after the Lorendyth/Peniath double Flight}
Why was it that his Weyr always felt so far away after a flight? J’degar took another hasty step, though his legs shook under him, not quite wanting to go that way. No… his legs wanted to carry him down to the caverns to seek out a one-time bed mate to relieve all the stress that had been building up over the last few months. Well.. stress, and now sexual tension as well. He could feel Syphraelth’s upset feelings across their bond, but he was well aware the brown would be no help in distracting him tonight; he never was after losing a flight… and this time he had failed to catch either of the two rising greens.
He needed to get to his Weyr. He needed to get there without running into anyone that could ‘distract him’. Faranth knew it was already taking most of his will power just to stop himself from finding someone else... but if someone else happened to bump into him? He groaned, trying to shake the thoughts from his mind. One more step, just one more, just around the corner; He kept telling himself. Finally, his Weyr was in sight, and he had even managed to avoid running into anybody. He ran for the door, not bothering to check if anyone was coming down from the connecting corridor. No one would bother him now! He was home safe! He had reached the door to his weyr, his hand pushing it open gratefully. It was then he heard the sound he had feared most…. The sound of footsteps behind him…
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Post by Bellatora on Feb 17, 2012 1:19:33 GMT -4
Assaila spotted J'degar and walked hurriedly after him. She even said his name, though he didn't seem to hear her. "J'degar...." She said again, coming up behind him. She knew... and she should know better. But... But... Oh she has rather dreamed of this quite honestly. "J'degar..." She stepped into the room as he did, less than half a step behind him.
"J'degar... Please. Just let me talk to you," she said, her voice pleading, her gaze searching as she tried to get him to look at her. She didn't dare touch him right now, though she would.... she was more than willing to. She wanted him... to want her... Was that wrong? Quite possibly. Se was now even more glad that Annaliese had not come with her.
She could feel Annori at the back of her mind, but she ignored the flitter all together. She tentatively reached towards him, though she fully expected him to stop her. She fully expected rejection... but when he was drunk on flightlust it was much less likely.
She knew he'd likely give in eventually. She stood on her tip toes quickly and suddenly and grabbed him tightly, pressing her lips against his very tightly. "J'degar... Don't refuse me this time. Not this once... Hmm...?" She whispered softly, falling back into her seductive habits and speaking patterns.
Assaila looked at him. He was the most wonderful grouchy man... And she would not be surprised by anything that he did at this point... stress and flight lust... could be a dangerous combination.
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Post by Zirin on Feb 17, 2012 9:05:53 GMT -4
The pleading voice behind him caught J’degar off guard and he spun around; he had been so focused on making it into his weyr that he hadn’t really given much attention to anything else. Who was there? Oh of course it would be the only woman whose sole purpose in life seemed to be to bother him. Of course… under the influence of flightlust it was considerably harder to call her annoying. His eyes raked over her hungrily before he took a step back, trying to put distance between them.
“Later… talk later.” He choked out, trying to avoid looking at her. “I can’t deal with you today.” Shards! Didn’t this woman understand how dangerous it was to mess with a flightlusting rider? Was she truly so naïve of the way things worked in the Weyr? Apparently so, as she did the exact opposite of backing off and instead threw herself into a kiss. Of course, the primal part of him screamed at him to pull her closer and deepen the kiss, which for a moment was what he did before the more logical side of his mind reminded him that he was trying to avoid this scenario. He shoved her away – not as gently as he could have, but definitely not hard enough to hurt her.
“I knew you were trouble,” He finally said as he attempted to give her a glare, though because of the glazed look in his eyes he probably looked like an idiot. Couple the pathetic glare with his shaking body and rather flustered look and intimidating was likely NOT what he was giving off. “But I never pegged you as cruel…” Every fiber of his being was screaming to take her, to take her and relieve his needs. Didn’t she understand that? Didn’t she understand that he wasn’t himself right now?
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Post by Bellatora on Feb 18, 2012 3:00:56 GMT -4
Assaila stumbled back and pushed the hair out of her face. "J'degar... just... just get it over with. Use me if you need to, but I need to speak to you as soon as is possible. And you haven't any idea... Not really..." She moved closer to him again, pulling at one hand and wrapping it around her waist. "If it's you... It is okay with me... J'degar..." she looked at him, her expression open and bright. She knew what she was doing to him. "Cruel? How am I cruel... Would you I left...? I suppose you would... since you shoved me away... But not too roughly." The last was an after thought and she took a step back, moving herself closer to the door. She would allow him to push her out if he so desired, but she wasn't leaving. Not if he didn't make her.
He didn't know that she wanted him to love her. Shard it! She hated the fact that she did. And she hated to admit that she didn't know how to do it. He was the one man in the world she couldn't manipulate! It was a little bit... furstrating after a time... But... perhaps not.... Perhaps it was part of why she felt the need to love him. It frustrated her and irritated her, but she didn't know how else to deal with it...
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Post by Zirin on Feb 18, 2012 18:09:46 GMT -4
He didn’t fight her when she moved his arm around her waist, though her words were basically falling on deaf ears now. He knew whatever she was saying wasn’t likely too important at that exact moment, though the fact she was ‘willing’ seemed to be pounding in his head, leaving no room for anything else at the moment. She was a cruel, cruel woman. It wasn’t that he didn’t want it, or her, at the moment. Shards the last thing he wanted to do right now was deny himself of the touch of a woman’s body. Yet, it was because he held a sort of grudging respect for her that he didn’t want to just take advantage of her like that.
He could feel her start to move away, though the arm on her waist tightened to pull her back. He knew, that he’d likely regret it if she stayed, but at the moment that was merely a thought pushed to the back of his mind. He growled, for lack of anything to actually say, but if she listened closely she might be able to decipher it. Annoyance, lust, they were both evident in his growl. He had been staring at her, but now his eyes darted to glance at the bed.
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Post by Bellatora on Feb 19, 2012 2:46:10 GMT -4
Oh... she was in trouble now... but... but... She watched him. "Will you regret this... J'degar?" the way she said his name... it was a caress, though she doubted he was any state of mind to hear it. Or... even care. He pulled her back as she moved away. His eyes moved to the bed. And she was fairly certain that there was no going back now. She placed her hands on his chest gently, plucking gently at his shirt, pulling herself closer to him, standing on her toes to cause her lips to meet with his. "I'm willing, J'degar. There is only one thing she would regret of this.... and that was.... if he completely denied her and turned his back on her after this. Or if things became awkward. Oh... how much more could they be? But she was sure they could be more awkward.
Oh.... she took a breath and she hoped that it would work out... She hoped... maybe... this might change things for the better. She couldn't stand to worry about the future. This was just.... too much right now.
She bit her lip and wrapped her arms around his neck. "J'degar..." she said again, her lips inches from him, but... he prolly had so much more in mind and talking wasn't what he was thinking about. Flightlust was all that was on his mind.
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Post by Zirin on Feb 19, 2012 22:26:34 GMT -4
“I…” Would he regret it? Perhaps. As much as he enjoyed the touch a woman there were consequences he wasn’t so fond of. It was one thing to find a caverns woman who had no idea who he was and would never be able to pin something on him… but Assaila knew him, and he knew her. What if she became heavy with child? Would she allow him to take her on a trip between, or would she fight him every step of the way, demanding that he become a father once more.
He loved his only son, he couldn’t deny it. Yet... what if another of his children brought about the death of a woman he knew and, in a way, was fond of. Could he handle such a thing a second time? He shook his head to rid himself of the thought, though to Assaila it would likely look like he was denying being regretful. This time, when Assaila kissed him he didn’t, couldn’t, deny her. He knew, in the part of his mind that hadn’t been completely taken over by flightlust, that he wouldn’t be able to deny her if she really wanted to go through with this. He couldn’t push her away or yell at her to leave; his body just wouldn’t allow it any more.
The arm around her waist tightened as he lifted her up, though his grip was loose enough that she could fight him if she so chose to, not that it seemed that would happen. The way she was saying his name was doing nothing more than urging him on, and his steps became hasty. He closed the distance between them with a kiss, one started by himself this time, before placing her on the bed and leaning towards her. There was almost no time left for her to escape. He had a one track mind now, whether she liked it or not.
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Post by Bellatora on Feb 19, 2012 23:10:09 GMT -4
Assaila looked at him, her eyes widening. her mind felt like it was moving in slow motion. Very slow motion. He was the one who started this kiss. She took a deep breath, trying to clear her quickly fogging mind. She hardly made any move to leave him, her hands gently wrapped around his arms, tender. "J'degar..." no... She wouldn't want to go on a trip between to kill an unborn child. She didn't like the idea of killing a child. Even an unborn one. It unsettled her. To be so willing to just take the life of another person... It was a life after all.
She grasped at him, her lips pressing insistently to his, her eyes slipping closed. Her mouth opened for him. she made no move to escape or run. She wanted this. She was starting to wonder if this was wrong. If in some way it all was wrong. For her even to want to have him as her own. She was always so jealous of the idea.
Assaila didn't mind. She couldn't help it anymore. Even her mind became one tracked as things continued. She leaned in to him, striving to be closer to him. Her hands caressed his face gently.
"J'degar..." she whispered again, her lips just mere inches from his own. She couldn't think stragiht. not at all. Not right now.
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Post by Zirin on Feb 19, 2012 23:45:54 GMT -4
Had Assaila voiced her opinion on abortion, and had J’degar been in a sane mind, he would have stopped. There were things he could deal with; an angry woman, scornful opinions… shards just about anything. But a stubborn, child-heavy brat of a woman? Definitely not something on his ’to deal with’ list. He groaned as she deepened the kiss, no longer caring about how wrong this was, or how bad it could be in the morning.
His hands worked their way to her clothes, fighting slightly to get them off. He had no words for her, not a whisper of her name or any sweet words of love. Shards, he probably didn’t even recognize who she was anymore. But it wasn’t something that registered anyways. He pressed her back, down onto the bed to trail kisses as he continued working on her clothing. He wanted it, he needed it; the searing heat of flesh on flesh. They were past the point of no return now, and for now, that didn’t seem to matter at all.
{Fade out?}
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Post by Bellatora on Feb 20, 2012 0:07:46 GMT -4
She didn't know his opinion on this... or he would have been angry on the spot. But... none of it seemed to matter in the moment besides J'degar. Her hands pulled at him. She couldn't even fathom or think of the trouble that could come....oh how much trouble could come because of this.... But she... ------Next Morning----- Assaila woke slowly as the morning sun slowly started to stream into the room. This wasn't where she normally slept. And she knew why.... J'degar. She held very still, even though her breathing changed. She just lay there, thinking, though her mind was still bogged down. After sleeping like that. Anori wasn't there. He was with Annaliese who was probably wondering where her mother was. Oh... she wondered if perhaps she should try to rise and leave him here and go to her... even though she didn't want to just... leave him like that. She felt a certain dilemma as two parts of her felt like they were at war with each other. She wanted to have them both be one and the same. It was a little hard, though.... what with considering that Annaliese couldn't be here. And not that she wanted her daughter to see these kinds of things. She mentally berated herself. This was different. Not like before... This was because... well.... She quieted her mind then. No she wasn't going to think about it. And that was that. She gave a soft sigh and just closed her eyes, drifting between teh world of wakefulness and sleep. |
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Post by Zirin on Feb 20, 2012 0:23:33 GMT -4
J’degar groaned as his mind started to wake, and his shifted slightly, realizing only partially that his arm was draped over something warm… oh right… Syphraelth had lost a flight, so he must have found a stranger to relieve himself with. The one thing he hated about such things was finding a way to politely excuse himself from the room, or to get the person to leave his weyr if the situation called for it. He supposed he should check and see if he knew the girl or not, but he wasn’t yet ready to move yet. Besides, the breathing of the person beside him had changed, so she must be awake. Maybe if he was lucky she’d leave on her own accord. Yet… after a few moments it didn’t seem like she was going to leave. Shardit all! His brow furrowed as he contemplated what to do. That was when something soft and fluffy landed on his face, causing him to sit up abruptly and earning a rather angry mewl from the calico feline.
Well damn. His bedmate would know he was up now… He scratched idly at the feline’s ear as he glanced over to see just who he had tricked into bed with him, only to have his body tense up and freeze. Of all the sharding good for nothing women! HER? Was there some deity somewhere that wanted to punish him? He groaned and flung himself out of bed before she could do anything, only barely remembering to grab something to cover himself with. He stormed out in the hall, and for all purposes it probably looked like he was just leaving her there, though a quick, hard to decipher bellow could be heard as he yelled at the first drudge unlucky enough to cross his path.
He returned a few moments later, followed by a rather shaky drudge carrying a skin of lukewarm klah, who left the moment he could. Grabbing up a mug of klah for himself, and secretly adding a few drops of fellis to it to combat the already growing headache, J’degar sat on the end of the bed, wondering just how much longer Assaila was going to feign sleep.
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Post by Bellatora on Feb 20, 2012 0:52:44 GMT -4
Assaila heard him as his cat first woke him... and then... he ran out and shouted and the cat screamed as he sat up. There was really no helping or pretending to be asleep much longer. She sighed and sat up, her one hand supporting her while the other was wrapped across her body. She looked at him, almost afraid as she looked at him. Now what.... What would happen now. What would happen between them. "I suppose... good mornings are in order...." she said softly, looking down towards the ground.
She really didn't make much attempt at talking to him. She really wasn't sure what to say she was looking down at the ground. She was afraid..... a bit afraid anyways. She wondered what he would do or what he would say.
Assaila bit her lip. "I... I should probably go see Annaliese..." she said in a whisper, starting to get up, holding a blanket to her chest.
Anori appeared then, landing on her shoulder for only a minute before taking off again.
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Post by Zirin on Feb 20, 2012 1:08:55 GMT -4
J’degar gave her a look, half between confused and annoyed as she spoke. The softness of her voice was just… unexpected. He had expected her to be angry or annoyed with him… much like he was. Though, despite what she might have thought of his anger, it wasn’t directed at her. It was directed at himself. He wasn’t quite ready to talk yet, what with his mouth full of delicious klah and all. He couldn’t help himself from looking her over as she rose; even with the blanket covering her, he could still see the outline of her body and he had to admit, she wasn’t half bad. He grimaced as she spoke again, she sounded like she wanted to get out of there more than J’degar did, and that was saying something.
“Look…” He finally spoke, his voice wavering slightly as he tried to find the words. “I.. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you. I forget myself under flightlust…” He apologized, looking into his mug instead of at her. He felt guilty, so very guilty. He knew he was bigger and stronger than Assaila.. and it wouldn’t be the first time he had forced someone into bed with him while under the influence of a flight. It was why he often tried to just make it back to his weyr alone. He sent a silent plea to Syphraelth as he felt the brown stir from his own slumber.
Pardon my intrusion friend-Assaila. I shall check on her. Annaliese? Can you hear me little one? Are you alright? Syphraelth spoke to first Assaila then Annaliese, doing his best to contact her despite his still sleepy head. The brown wasn’t quite sure why the girl wouldn’t be fine. She was getting old enough to take care of herself from time to time… plus the Weyr was a friendly place; she would be cared for regardless.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He sounded genuinely worried, but then again, he was still under the assumption that Assaila had had no choice in the matter. Most of the night was still a foggy memory; quick glimpses of their activities but nothing more. His feline crawled onto his lap once more, demanding to be scratched and he complied, still avoiding looking at Assaila. Well… on the bright side, if she hated him then maybe she’d stop pestering him all the time…
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Post by Bellatora on Feb 20, 2012 1:50:17 GMT -4
The girl roused from sleep. "Oh! Syphraelth! Do you want to go play at the lake! I would love to play at the lake! We should have fun!" The little girl was less than concerned or upset in any way. She was just fine, in fact. "Thank you Syphraelth," she said, a soft smile appearing on her face.
She blinked. "You didn't hurt me, J'degar... You tried to tell me to leave you alone, but... like a fool, I didn't listen. I would have thought you'd be upset with me..." She looked down at the ground, bunching the blanket in her hands. She took a deep breath and sank back down onto the bed and, sat quietly for a moment.
She gently put a hand on his arm. "J'degar..." she looked down to the gbround again, ashamed of herself. She would praise Faranth if he was not upset with her he would be grateful. She bent closer to him and gently brushed his shoulder with her lips. "J'degar... I... am... sorry...." she felt ashamed of herself, and yet she still leaned against him. She wanted him to hold onto her.... but... she doubted he would. She would probably think he would wanted her to be out of there now. Oh... he barely tolerated her. And she was sure he was not going to tolerate her any longer.
She closed her eyes and just waited, a slight trembling moving through her body. The thing is that... she was feeling... a bit afraid. She was afraid in a way. This part was never something good it seemed....
"Do you... Do you want me to leave....?" her voice was so soft and so gentle. She bit her lip as she was about to speak again. No... she had t o remain quiet and wait. She looked down at the ground again.
She wished... he would feel what she felt. But it had to be that much harder for him. He had loved his wife. And now she was gone. She hadn't loved her husband or her second husband. She respected her second husband and had killed her first. How could he love a despicable woman such as her? She was despicable.... horrible, in fact.... a witch in a way.
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Post by Zirin on Feb 20, 2012 2:12:59 GMT -4
The lake sounds quite lovely little one. Syphraelth responded happily. His skin itched and the cool water would feel nice until J’degar got a chance to oil him. He passed on the message to Assaila to make sure she trusted her daughter in his large, brown, semi-capable claws.
At Assaila’s words, J’degar did become angry. “You ARE a fool then. Don’t you know how dangerous a lusting rider can be? What would you have done if you had gotten hurt? I’m not exactly the most gentle bedmate under flightlust, as I’m sure you discovered.” Sure, he wasn’t a brutal lover or anything, but he wasn’t exactly gentle and loving under the influence. Though his voice was angry, it did carry a hint of concern. J’degar might not be the friendliest of men, but that didn’t mean he was coldhearted. At her apology, J’degar couldn’t help but laugh, feeling guilty about it. “What do you have to apologize for woman? That you gave me a pleasurable night in place of a lonely meeting with my own hand?” He scoffed. Even if he wasn’t entirely pleased that he had slept with someone he knew - someone who liked to make his life a living hell no less – that didn’t mean he hadn’t enjoyed it.
His body had tensed as she touched him and kissed him; a subconscious response to any such displays of affection. He waved her off as she continued speaking. If she wanted to leave he wouldn’t stop her, but apparently there had been a big misunderstanding somewhere along the line, and he’d at least try to clear that up before she left. It wouldn’t do him any good to have an angry, murderous woman out to kill him after all.
He rose, mostly just because he didn’t know what to do with her affection, and partially because he needed more to drink. “How do you take your klah?” He asked, to avoid the question of her leaving. It was one he simply couldn’t answer at the moment. In a way, the klah was a silent way of telling her she was okay to stick around for a little bit. He should have just kicked her out for being such an idiot but… despite his attitude towards her she was kind of... growing on him. It wasn’t a matter of liking or loving her; far from it, but she had become something of a companion. He felt like he could trust her more than some of his fellow riders even. Perhaps it was because she had done despicable things in the past that he could feel that way with her… after all, he had poisoned the very Weyrwoman who had later saved his life.
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