Scored and Scared {Assaila}

[Zirin]

 "I want to get back in the air with Syphraelth," J'degar shrugged. Even though it had only been a few days, each day of inactivity seemed to stretch on; though at least this trouble with Assaila made the time go by a little bit faster. J'degar was a man of action. Even if resting would help his wounds, J'degar couldn't bring himself to hapily relax and enjoy this vacation of sorts. The knowledge that he would still be land bound for days - perhaps weeks - bothered him to no end. At least, he mused, he would be able to get back into his workout regime soon, and now that he was back in his own weyr there was no way anyone was going to stop him from finally catching up on his paperwork. Well, at least Syphraelth was in sight now, though once again asleep.

A twitch ran down his spine with every kiss. However, as long as she didn`t attack his weak spot, J`degar was confident that he could, for the most part, ignore her. "I suppose you have odd tastes then." Why anyone would find him attractive was a mystery, and thinking of himself as 'tempting' was something beyond him. He was grumpy, difficult, anti-social; a wher in man's hide sometimes. He doubted he would ever understand why Assaila was so smitten with him. "Biased... or you just have a screw loose." Really, either was a possibility. 

He 'hmphd' as she drew ever closer, rather amazed that she could even get so close. He could feel the warmth of her body, feel her fingers dancing tantilizingly close to his hairline - the knowledge of which made his body both tense and shudder in anticipation. With a groan, his head dropped onto her shoulder, causing a protesting pain from his few neck wounds. If there was one thing this experience was teaching Gar, it was that Assaila was not a woman to be underestimated.

"This should..." he swallowed, "Wait... Until my wounds are healed." The tone of his voice was rather strange; there was a hint of warning to it, urging Assaila to pull away and stop the teasing. Yet, beyond the warning was the unmistakeable sound of uncertain want; her teasing was effecting him, and he hadn`t been lying when he said he was fond of her, he simply felt guilty about it - Guilty about his son, guilty about Anna... and guilty about forgetting his first love. Even still, as he spoke, he subconsciously nestled into her shoulder. If Assila paid attention, she might notice he was unusually warm to the touch. 

[Bellatora]

"In time... He needs his rest as much as you need yours," she said softly, though she was rather thoroughly distracted by now.

She laughed softly, her warm breath rolling across his skin. "Maybe both... I don't know... But..." She kissed his jaw this time. "I know that the one thing that matters... is that..." She kissed him again, nipping gently. "I am very fond of you... you're a soldier... a tough, gruff, irritable soldier who wants to protect..." She brushed her lips behind his ear, giving the softest moan.

Her fingers danced delicately over his neck, coming closer to his hairline, one finger slipping past and into his hair for a split second before returning to his neck. She blinked, pausing for a moment as he leaned into her shoulder, but as f that was a cue of some sort, she let one hand find its way into his hair. Her kisses were more urgent, much faster now as she kissed him, her tongue snaking out to follow where her teeth lightly nipped his skin.

"I suppose..." she said, stopping for a moment, but the tone of voice, the warning... and the want were both heard and it was a fight for her as to which one she would listen to... but he was nestling into her shoulder.... he felt warm. She felt a pang of worry that he had a fever... but she doubted that was it. "Gar..." she said very softly, returning to nibbling and kissing at his neck once more, her hands mostly staying to his neck, though... occasionally... the invaded his hair and scalp to run through it with a very gentle, lingering touch... teasing. She was most definitely teasing him. Faranth... she hoped he didn't get hurt.

[Zirin]

She was dangerrous, so very dangerous. He knew thay, and yet he had to keep reminding himself that she was, in a way, a trained professional. She knew how to use her hands and lips to her advantage. No doubt her voice held the same trained knowledge. Even still, the sound of her whispered moan had him gulping.

His hands acted of their own accord, moving to rest on the woman's legs. Rest wasn't exactly the correct term however. His fingers clenched on her thighs - not enough to hurt, but enough to show just how affected he was by Assaila's roaming fingers. By the time she stopped to speak again, J'degar was visibly shaking, his heart beating rapidly in his chest; so loud it wouldn't be surprising if Assaila could hear it.

He let out the breath he hadn't realized he was holding as her attack relented, though it was only temporary. He had thought, for a brief moment, that she was going to listen to him. If there was something J'degar needed to learn, it was that Assaila didn't seem to like leaving something alone once it had caught her attention.

"Assail-ah." He bit his lip, embarassed that her name had become the slightest moan. He had meant to reprimand her, but would he be able to do it without his voice betraying him again.
"Why must you..." He couldn't finish his question, as her fingers more more caused his breath to catch in his throat. He wouldn't give in though. He couldn't give her the satisfaction of getting his returned affections. He growled in frustration.

[Bellatora]

She tangled her fingers in his hair and nipped at his jaw again. "Gar... please.... kiss me...?" she begged him breathlessly, kissing every inch of skin she could reach in a slow, intense passion, teeth and tongue coming into play time and time again.

His hands on her legs brought another moan and she dropped her hands down to his stomach and chest, one hand attempting to sneak up his shirt while the other snaked up his chest and into his hair. She moaned again. Faranth... she wanted him to want her right now...

"I-I... J'degar..." she whispered, pulling away from him and panting only to give another soft kiss... though she was attempting to tame her urgency... but it was so hard... she wanted him. Needed him... craved him.

She nearly purred at his growl and took several deep breaths before kissing him full on the lips, her tongue darting out to brush against his lip. She didn't want to stop... But.. He wanted her too. Why did this have to be so hard.

[Zirin]

It was tempting... to give in to desire, to Assaila, to everything. His injuries hurt, a dull throbbing pain brought on by his tenseness. Even still, Assaila's teasing had been more effective than even she realized. As she asked for a kiss, J'degar forced himself to look away. If he gave in, that would be that. With his injuries, and the way she was making his knees weak, he knew that, for once, he wouldn't be able to overpower her.

He grimaced and made the mistake of looking back at her as a hand slid under his shirt. "Hey..." He argued, grimacing more as she went ahead and kissed him anyways. He tried to ignore her, he really did, and yet he could feel his resolve crumbling. "Assaila!" He pulled away from the kiss, though just barely. "I'm not well enough... I can't..."

[Bellatora]

Assaila blinked, panting. "Oh... Gar...." She sighed and leaned against his shoulder, not moving. "I don't want you to get more hurt..." she mumbled, but she couldn't resist the urge to give him a gentle kiss just behind his ear, tongue snaking out to follow the kiss. She closed her eyes tight, her body trembling against his. She had her arms wrapped around him again.

She lifted her head to look at him and kissed his cheek. "Then... maybe... we should rest...?" she said, breathless and panting. Oh... but... She flicked his upper lip with her tongue wantonly, not wanting to stop. Not at all. If anything.... she wanted more of him. She also wanted him to want her and hold onto her.

She couldn't remain still for long, however. She couldn't resist temptation for very long, though each kiss was softer, gentler than before until she finally just bit her lip and moved to lay on the bed herself, breathing hard still.