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Post by Zirin on Mar 16, 2012 1:57:21 GMT -4
"Healer isn't bad. We need healers. The brat wants to be a weaver..." He supposed if the boy really wanted to be a weaver he would stop him... but it didn't mean J'degar was going to be too happy about it. He really wanted to see Firo impress. "And yet I'm a weyrlingmaster's assistant..." He sighed, truly missing his wingthird position. Maybe one day he'd be able to return to the wings.
After jumping away from Assaila he glanced back sheepishly, a flush on his face despite his best efforts. "No... nothing wrong." He leaned back, realizing he probably looked a little mental with how fast he had moved. He ran a hand through his hair to try to erase the ghost feeling of Assaila's fingers.
"He's just a child. If you were successful with me, you wont have a problem with him."
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Post by Bellatora on Mar 16, 2012 2:09:58 GMT -4
"Well... whatever his dream is is his dream... We need heroes like you... but weavers are important too... And well... I think the boys happiness is important as well." She was silent for a moment. "But I have no doubts... he'll Impress when the time comes. Isn't he of age his next turn?"
Assaila blinked. "Um... alright, J'degar... Do you not want me to touch your hair?" she asked him curiously. She got it... Oh yes she did.... And there little devious bloom in her mind had to be squashed immediately. She bit her lip, letting it slip sensually between her lips, closed her eyes then sighed and gently placed her hands back on his shoulders.
"I hope you're right.... he seems to be stubborn... it may take me a few turns. It only took me what? four, five turns with you...?" She knew that the boy likely felt that she was replacing his mother. "You know... he doesn't like me because I'm not his mom..." she said softly. "I know what that's like... And he may have taken your protectiveness on... but a little bit the wrong way... From what I can see."
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Post by Zirin on Mar 16, 2012 2:22:15 GMT -4
"They're important, but riders are more important." He repleid gruffly, "He'll be old enough for the next hatching most likely." She was a shockingly good judge of age! J'degar sighed, wishing once more that his son could have at least found interest in a craft that truly helped the riders. Ah well, as long as he did something useful with he life, Gar supposed he couldn't be angry with him.
J'degar glanced at Assaila out of the corner of his eyes, his cheeks till hinting at pink. He didn't respond though. He couldn't. He didn't NOT want her to do it.. but he couldn't tell her he wanted her to either. J'degar just wasn't that open about such things. Despite his conviction not to give away anything, he couldn't help but stare as she bit her lip, glancing away last moment to stare at his klah. His nice, safe, klah.
"He loved his mother. It's no surprise he'd be stubborn." J'degar admitted, "and he never thought I'd allow someone to get close at all. He's a bright lad, when he's not being difficult."
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Post by Bellatora on Mar 16, 2012 2:34:12 GMT -4
"You're support will mean the world to him and what he does with his life... It's kind of hard to do though... especially when you want so much for him..." She sighed and very gently rubbed up his neck to his hairline and back down to his shoulders. "Are you sure you don't want to lay down, Assistant Weyrlingmaster," she said, coming closer to his ear, her tone almost teasing but also partially serious.
She watched him as he looked into his klah. "Do they still have you on the fellis? I added a little bit to both our cups of klah..." she sighed and pulled the other chair closer behind him, sitting down and apply her hands to the task of trying to ease his pains once more. "Your scar collection is growing... I hope this'll be the worst I ever have to see you for awhile. Because I have a feeling that compared to what it could have been.... this is nothing..." She frowned as she brought both hands back up his neck.
"Well... I'll just have to hope he warms up to me then... I can't replace her... no one ever could... but I'd like it if I could at least be a part of his life... because I am a part of yours... whatever that part is... and I don't want it to be a problem... If it bothers him so much and I can't reach him, J'degar..." she bit her lip, not finishing that sentence. She sighed and leaned forward against his good shoulder. "I don't know... I just know what it is like to try to have someone replace your mother..." she frowned down at her hands. "I don't want to do that to him."
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Post by Zirin on Mar 16, 2012 2:48:55 GMT -4
J'degar growled lightly. He knew he should support the boy, and once the decision was made he would... but until then he would try to get the boy to do what he wanted. It wasn't that he wanted to be controlling or demanding... he just knew the Weyrs were under populated and dragonriders were needed to protect. A shiver ran down his spine as her fingers came teasingly close to his hairline again, and except for the dropping of his eyelids he managed to keep a straight face. As she whispered in his ear though, using his title, his hands clenched on the chair arms and his breath caught in his throat.
"Wha, uh... sure," he hadn't heard what she said in full, catching only 'lay down' from her sentence. "Fellis.. yes. For the pain. Never too much..." His sentences were short as he tried to gain control of himself. Shards he needed to stop letting her control him so easily. "We were caught unaware is all... Weyrlingmasters are low in the Flight, we don't see much danger really." J'degar didn't mind scars. Scars didn't stop you from doing your job.
"You're good at weaseling into lives Assaila. Don't worry about it too much." His body shuddered again as he hands moved back up his neck once more. She was doing it on purpose... she had to be!
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Post by Bellatora on Mar 16, 2012 3:16:08 GMT -4
Firogel was almost entirely wiped from her thoughts for the moment as he growled. That sent a stab of desire through her. "Gar... if you... if you." Faranth! She couldn't speak. She was already feeling aroused do to his reactions... and now he had to go and growl... She did her best to resist for the longest time she could... but... that wasn't really too long as she leaned forward and trailed kisses over the back of her neck. "Try not to growl. It makes me... want to touch you more," she whispered, forcing herself to pull away, her voice breathy.
"It'll take more fellis for you." She ran a hand through his hair again, not even thinking about it. "You drink it." She kissed one shoulder. "Often."
She frowned slightly, trying to force her mind to think clearly. As clearly as possible. "I don't ever want to see you hurt badly... or worse than this..." She sighed.
She sighed. She couldn't help it. This time she did return her hands to his neck, doing her best not to further entice either of them... but it was too tempting... She massaged gently at the base of his neck where his shoulders joined his neck... and then trailed up into his hair again.... and back down. she had to do her best not to give into temptation... Not to continue with the temptatoin anyways...
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Post by Zirin on Mar 16, 2012 3:27:54 GMT -4
He jumped as she suddenly began trailing kisses down his neck, his fingers digging ever deeper into the arms of the chair as he fought the feelings she was causing/ He had done so well! For four Turns he had ignored everything she tried to do... but a few days on more fellis than average and he suddenly felt like he had no control of himself. By the time she pulled away slightly, J'degar was taking ragged breaths from the effort. Never trust a trained professional!
"I don't drink that muc-" His words caught in his throat for just a moment as she started her assault on his weak spot once more. Ever gentle touch of her fingers causing him to shudder despite himself. "You're... ah... horrible..." Faranth he sounded like a teenage boy! How long had it been since anyone had teased him like this?
He looked up at her, desire evident in his eyes. He reached up with his good arm, cupping the back of her head with the intent of pulling her down for a kiss if she complied. This wouldn't be a sweet, chaste kiss like in the infirmary. It would be deep and wanting. He would blame it on the fellis later, there was no doubt of that. But at that very moment the only thing he could think of was the fingers in his hair. His second hand moved to cup the other side of her head, but the movement stretched his wounds and he pulled away wincing.
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Post by Bellatora on Mar 16, 2012 3:43:47 GMT -4
"H-how am I horrible..." she said in a whisper, "Assistant Weyrlingmaster..." sh whispered again, her breath warm against his ear. She gently kissed him just below the ear... but she really didn't have much time to continue teasing....
No... His expression was full of desire... And that desire made her breath catch again. Oh... Faranth. She control it anymore. She allowed him to pull her in for a kiss.
Oh... this kiss was nothing like the previous kiss he had given her... It was so... so much more... wanting... she moaned against his lips softly, closing her eyes. She tried to pull away slightly as he nearly touched her with his injured hand... and pulled away. "Gar..." she said, but was quickly distracted again.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, one hand moving up into his hair and trailing through it again. She pulled herself tightly against him... She was practically sitting on his lap by now as she kissed him. She groaned, tipping her head back and giving him full view of her neck, gently pulling his head towards it. "Gar..." her voice was a breathless whisper of want and need. Faranth. They hadn't done anything close to this since that night...
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Post by Zirin on Mar 16, 2012 3:56:48 GMT -4
He shouldn't be doing this. He really shouldn't be doing this at all. He was injured, for Faranth's sake! Her moan and the way she whispered his rank and his nickname, he couldn't stop himself. He just couldn't. It was the fellis.. the fellis...
He winced as her arm pressed against one of his wounds, but then she was there again, hands running through his hair, her body pressed against him and kissing him as if she was under flightlust. He growled again as her hands hit his weak spot and he let her guide him to her neck, his good hand pressed against her back as he leaned closer. His lips brushed against her neck gently, his breath ghosting across her skin for a moment.
"What are you DOING?!" J'degar stopped in his tracks, flushed and out of breath, and looked to the doorway where a very confused, wide-eyed Firogel stood in shock.
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Post by Bellatora on Mar 16, 2012 13:21:54 GMT -4
Assaila was panting now, her eyes closed, her hands moving over his shoulders, neck, and head. Faranth... They were such trouble together... She found herself gasping for breath as his lips glided over her neck and he pressed her closer yet... and his breath against her neck...
But then she froze, opening her eye sand looking towards the doorway. Oh Faranth... She felt the guilt come over her then... And...
Anna was standing just behind Firogel, wide eyed and looking surprised adn speechless... Oh Faranth... why had her daughter also had to see them. She looked back at Gar for a moment and tried to extract herself from him if he didn't try to keep a hold on her and started to attempt to fix her hair and clothing as best she could. Oh Faranth...
"Mama...?" Anna said in a soft voice and Assaila did her best to keep the pant of guilt from not only reaching her face... but from Gar as well. He had enough to deal with... but she doubted he wouldn't notice. Now what... What were they supposed to say?
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Post by Zirin on Mar 18, 2012 1:27:41 GMT -4
J'degar was doing what he could to get his breathing back under control. In a way, he was glad the children had interrupted. Seriously, what had come over him...? He felt guilty.. more guilty now than when he had woken up next to Assaila that morning. Perhaps it was because he was consciously giving into desire. His hand still rested on the small of her back as he glanced at the children.
For a brief moment, J'degar contemplated holding on to Assaila, stopping her from moving... but he realized that would have gone against her wishes and he stopped himself. They likely could have come up with an excuse if she had stayed... her jumping up like that only solidified the fact that they had been doing something inappropriate. He groaned, this was just not his day.
"That will teach you to knock, Firo." J'degar said plainly. He would have made an attempt to cover up, but Assaila's quick escape from his lap had all but sealed their fate. He was a bit ashamed that his heart was still thumping strongly in his chest, and his face was still flushed. From the doorway, Firo leveled a glare at Assaila. It was accusatory, and the look said more than words ever would. 'How dare you take mother's place' is what it may have said.
"I hate you." It was a simple sentence, but Firo meant every word. He didn't take kindly to people butting into his family.
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Post by Bellatora on Mar 18, 2012 1:36:18 GMT -4
Assaila looked seriously at J'degar, still panting, her skin flushed. She looked at Anna. "Anna... go to the dragonhealer and ask to continue your lesson for the day." she told her. "Yes mama." the girl said quietly and obediently, turning and heading back out the door. Then there was just Firogel. Assaila looked at him, staying close to Gar. She sighed. It hurt to have him look at her that way.
"Gar... i'm... sorry..." she said to him. "For causing all this trouble..." She bit her lip and looked at Firogel, drawing herself up. "Firogel. You can hate me for supposedly taking your mother's place. But even if I'm in your father's life and I'm going to have to be in yours, that doesn't mean that she has no place that her place is taken. Your father still loves her. You still love her. She is still here." She sighed. "Hate me all you like. I don't let little boys make changes in my life for me... But if your father wants me gone... then that is his business. But..." she looked at Gar. "I... don't want to drive a wedge between you and your father..." She moved and sat down on the bed, still trying to get her breathing under control. She was trembling, though she tired to hide it and prevent any sense of guilt from showing.
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Post by Zirin on Mar 18, 2012 23:50:47 GMT -4
To say he wasn't surprised would have been a lie. J'degar was actually shocked that Assaila had simply sent her daughter off like that. She was a young girl... walking in on her mother partaking in... that sort of thing (the thought caused him to twitch), could be rather devastating to a young mind. Perhaps not for a Weyrbrat, but Annaliese was hold born... Well... no one knew Anna better than her mother. J'degar watched Assaila move to the bed and even he could tell she was fighting with herself.
"Women are nothing but trouble. Isn't that what you always say, Father?" Firo hadn't taken his eyes off Assaila, and the boy's posture made him look older than his meer thirteen Turns. "They weasel their way into your heart and try to take over and make you forget." He turned towards the door stopping only to look at Assaila. "Father wont let you take mama's place. He'll dump you." The boy's glare hardened.
"Firogel." His father called calmly, though the boy was already turning to leave before the stunned brownrider could really retort. With a tired groan, J'degar leaned back into his chair and rubbed at his temples. He really should have stayed in the infirmary... "Assaila..."
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Post by Bellatora on Mar 19, 2012 0:11:57 GMT -4
Assaila's fists tightened on her knees and she glared at her boy. "That is your father's choice, boy." She sat up straight and looked away from him, doing her best to look tough, but the storm that was taking place inside herself, barely concealed... was not entirely invisible.
As soon as Firogel was no longer visible she covered her face with her hands, her cheeks burning and tears stinging her eyes. How could one boy... make her feel so guilty.
She looked up as he said her name and wiped her eyes of her tears and looked at him. "Yes... Gar...?" she said softly, sounding rather choked and looking at him with what had to be blurring vision by the looks of it. "I'm so... so... sorry..." She said as if it was entirely her fault. She covered her face again, her shoulders starting to shake softly.
She didn't want to cry... and yet... she couldn't help it. "I'm so sorry... And Anna... oh Anna..." She pulled her bare feet up on the edge of his bed and wrapped her arms around them, placing her chin on her knees.
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Post by Zirin on Mar 19, 2012 0:27:19 GMT -4
J'degar sighed, the sound almost coming out as a low growl, and pushed himself off the chair to sit next to Assaila. He reached out to tilt her chin up, wanting her to look at him, and his eyes portrayed just how annoyed he was.
"Listen to me. Don't cry over this, you're stronger than that." He ran a thumb in the hopes of helping wipe her tears. "For the last thirteen Turns, Firo has never seen me willingly spending time with another woman... it's understandable the boy's in shock. I'm only sorry you had to put up with his temper." He grimaced, "I'll be punishing him for that outburst." He tried to tuck a strand of hair behind her ears, his fingers gentle as he tried to show her the comfort she obviously needed.
"How will Anna take this? Hasn't she seen you with others before?" He was having just as hard a time with this... 'relationship' as Firo was, so Gar could completely understand where his son was coming from.
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