Going for a Swim (open)

[darkaire]

"If I were disappointed, lady, I could tip you right back to your former position," he reminded, feeling the need to exert some sort of power on her. It was his weyr, and it was his bed. It was only natural for him to feel it was his woman. His hair raised and went for her hair, tangling into it the blonde. He leaned forward, smelling out of curiosity, letting his nose brush the back of her neck slightly.

He chuckled at her suggestion, commenting softly into her neck. "That's a lovely idea, Ry. Except it seems to have been reversed, since you are in my weyr, and don't know me all that well."

Careful, ridermine... the brown warned, feeling the churn of emotions in his rider. It had been a while since he'd had a woman in his weyr, in his bed. He'd tried to keep them out due to his increasing fascination with darker foreplay. But this time he couldn't avoid it. At least, that's what he told himself.

[kayla]

Rynien blinked at the exertion of power and kind of blushed again. Though as he messed with her hair and leaned in to smell her, she did close her eyes. It felt nice, though she felt an alarm in her head - not Irath - warning her to be careful.

She swallowed a bit at what he said and opened her eyes. She did not know what to say in response to that. Her mouth opened and closed wordlessly a couple of times and she licked her lips.

She took a calming breath, "You did say you didn't take advantage of women who came unasked to your bed... and I'd really rather get to know you first. Please." She did not think he would take advantage of her. Though she knew that she'd be hobbling if she tried to walk on a numb foot. So she really hoped he would not try to take advantage of her.

She had just been feeling comfortable, and he'd asked her out, but if he took advantage of her, it would be a one time thing. Though she probably wouldn't go to anyone in her wing to get them to go after him if he did hurt her.

[darkaire]

His mind had started to wander, intoxicated by her smell, and oddly enough, the sight of her blood. It had spurred visions of her in quite a different position, with him crouched over her, the reflection of a small blade coasting over that delightfully smooth skin. But his thoughts were interrupted by voice, and the suddenly violent urging of Azerith to wake him from his stupor. Z'ir blinked and sat back up, hand dropping into his lap. What had he been doing, losing control for a moment like that? It might have cost him something had it gone any farther. It was the please that struck a bit of shame into him. He glanced down, apology muttered.

He caught himself and took a beath, speaking for her to hear. "You're right, and I'm sorry. I didn't mean to put you in that position," he smiled apologeticly, hands clasped in his lap tightly to keep him from reaching out again. The image still burned in his mind, and touching her had been so exotic. This was going to be a problem.

Knowing that, he stood and walked over to another chair and sat there, looking a bit mournful and sheepish.

[kayla]

She frowned slightly as he apologized and then moved over to a chair. "I just... I'd like to still have dinner with you, and get to know you... and then..." She gestured. She knew it was silly since she did not always get to know the person she'd wake up beside after a Flight, but that was different. Very different, since it involved Irath. She'd do anything for Irath.

She stood, ignoring the odd feeling of putting weight on her numb foot, and hobbled over to him. She would kneel, not wanting him to feel all upset at himself or sheepish or anything. She was the kind who preferred a relationship to just... bed jumping, but she also knew that guys did not always like women to push that. "I'd rather the possibility of you know... more than one night."

She smiled up to him, "Or at least a good friendship."

[darkaire]

"No, I understand," he sighed, not realizing he appeared to be sullen over his loss of conquest rather than his loss of control. I tried to warn you... the brown muttered, causing Z'ir to wince. I know. I'm sorry I didn't listen.

He looked at Rynien, who was now kneeling in front of him, He froze, managing only to blink for a few seconds. Oh shards, did this woman not know what she was doing to him? Of course not. How could she guess that while she knelt, all he could picture was a collar around her neck and her pretty face gasping for air? How could anyone know? His eyes slid shut, but reopened at the reminder of his brown.

"I'd like that, Rynien," he said, voice a tad hoarse. He resisted the urge to reach out to her again, knowing he'd touch her hair, fearing he might fist his hand into it and force her closer. Her protests would be so delicious to his ears, but he could not. Not with Azerith looking at him like that. He swallowed and smiled.

[kayla]

She smiled and stood smoothly... well, as smoothly as she could on a numb foot. Which kind of caused her to grimace some, it was worse than when her foot went to sleep! But at least she managed not to stumble.

"I promised Irath I'd come back and finishing washing her once I was better. I think she would still like for you to help." She smiled at him warmly. "I probably could use the help getting down there... I can't feel the bottom of my foot..."

[darkaire]

He seemed to perk up at her offer, and he stood slowly, giving Azerith a look. "I don't know if you should be getting that foot wet so soon, but it's up to you," he shrugged, eyes glued to the brown as he shifted positions.

Only once the dragon was ready did he let himself look at her, polite smile forced back into place. "Care for another dragon ride, lady?" He asked this time, in case she'd rather hobble through the halls.

[kayla]

She frowned slightly thinking about her foot. He was probably right in saying that it shouldn't get wet. "Um... I'll..." It would be hard to wash Irath without getting her foot wet. "I'll stand on the shore and put my shoe on when we get there. And, I'll just have to get Irath to be obliging stand where I can reach her without getting wet..." It wouldn't be the best bathing the Green had ever gotten, but it would suffice.

She grinned, "I'll make it up to her once my foot has gotten better. She's actually not demanding like I hear other Greens are."

Why would I need to be demanding? You take good care of me.

Rynien chuckled softy, Why wouldn't I be, dear one?

She then turned her smile back to him, "I would appreciate that, thank you."

[darkaire]

Z'ir frowned slightly, then waved her answer off. "No need, I'll take care of washing Irath. If she'd like," he added, aware some riders preferred to wash their own dragons. He doubted the green would mind too much, and in accordance with the persona he'd created, he was obliged to offer his service to the injured greenrider. Not only that, but if she didn't let the gash heal properly, she might be limping for a longer time than she wanted.

Azerith obediately ducked down, allowing his rider to take Rynien by the hand and lead her over to him. Sometime after she'd given her answer about his offer, he climbed up onto the brown, then lifted her up, settling her just in front of him. He wrapped an arm around her waist lightly, bracing her as Azerith lept into the sky and glided down to the lake.

[kayla]

She chuckled, "She loves attention. I'm sure Irath would be fine with that... though I feel like you've done so much already, I hate to put you out more." She sighed softly, "I feel like such a clutz. I can't believe I stepped on that rock..."

She did like the feeling of his arms around him and did relax as he braced her. "I promise, I'm really not some helpless girl who constantly needs to be rescued. Though you might find that hard to believe right now."

[darkaire]

To be honest with himself, Z'ir actually liked the feeling of taking care of someone. It had been Turns since Shaynn needed him for anything, and it gave him a certain amount of control over someone to tend to them. In response to her spoken thoughts, he merely pressed a gentle kiss on her neck at Azerith landed. The brown crouched low, making it easy for his rider and hop off, then catch Rynien.

His smile was back to being polite, and he bent slightly in a bow before rolling his pants legs up and pushed his way into the water. Z'ir pulled a face, "It's a lot colder than a little while ago," he complained, but dutifully began washing Irath, working off the built up energy he'd gained in his weyr.

Azerith rumbled in amusement, having stretched out by the woman to sun himself. As usual. Why so eager to wash another dragon? Z'ir snorted in response, working his hand into a spot he knew dragons liked. You know why. I'm surprised you stay with me, these thoughts should've driven you away by now.

You know I wouldn't leave.

He did know.

[kayla]

Did she make a little sound when he kissed the back of her neck? She did. She would deny it if anyone asked, though. She smiled to him when he caught her off of Azerith's back and then as he rolled his pants legs up, she moved to sit, knowing she'd be better off the foot than on it.

She watched him and rubbed the back of her neck a bit as she did. She was usually slow to accept attention, and even slower to accept any kind of romantic types of attention.

She snapped out of her reverie when he complained about the cold. "I'm sorry..." She sighed a bit, feeling bad for causing him so much trouble.

She looked over at his Dragon and smiled, "You're a handsome dragon, Azerith. Thank you for being willing to ferry me like that. Sorry to put you out too."

He washes almost as good as you.

She smiled at that, I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, lovely. And I'm glad he's not as good as I am.

Are you better, Mine?

She nodded, Its numb. But it'll be fine.

Did you like the attention?

Her eyes widened a bit and then she nodded. Yes, dear.

She closed her eyes. What is wrong with me? I barely know this guy.

[darkaire]

Not the type to speak to anyone but his rider, Z'ir was forced to relay Azerith's response. Oh, I wish you'd just get over that, his rider protested, but knew it was useless.

"He says if he minded, he would have made you walk back," he called over his shoulder to Ry, his attention hardly straying from the green as he disappoeared to her other side. In a softer tone, meant for himself - though he didn't mind Irath hearing, "I think he has a soft spot for pretty girls, too."

He beckoned for the green to lower her head so he could take care of that before moving on. "If you want anything lovely, you just let me know, okay?" He smiled at Irath, grateful for the distraction she provided.

[kayla]

"She likes extra attention behind her eyeridges and under her jaw. And she says you wash almost as well as I do." She grinned at that. It was good to know her Irath thought her the best washer.

She smiled over to Azerith with a chuckle, "Well, thank you for not making me walk." She would not force the dragon to have to keep relaying responses through Z'ir. She would, if he allowed her to and she could reach them, however, scratch at his eyeridges. Those seemed to be a universal favorite area for dragons to get scritched.

As she scratched Azerith, if he let her, and watched Z'ir wash her dragon she lost herself in thought and retrospection.

[darkaire]

Taking the advice in stride, he tackled those areas with an extra burst of vigor. Hearing her voice brought on another image of his, and he applied the extra energy to the task at hand. "I'm glad I can offer a decent washing, then," he called back, voice a little muffled as there was a dragon in between them.

Azerith let her scratch his eyeridges, though he wasn't the kind of dragon to overly enjoy another person's touch. It was pleasant enough, and he allowed it only because it added to the good feeling of the sun's touch.

Ry had been lost in thought long enough for Z'ir to finish washing Irath. He took a moment to peek over the green at her, and was relieved to feel he had regained all his control over himself. An easy-going grin washed over his face as he waded back up, flicking excess water off his hand at her.