Morning Thoughts (N'zule)

[thedreamerlady]

Fighting the urge to sneer at Z'ir's comment about his frown, N'zule kept himself restrained, and was rewarded by a kiss, a kiss the Greenrider responded well too. Eyes closing, the Greenrider pressed forward, kissing with all his skill and talent. N'zule was nothing if not a good kisser.

Of course, surges of contentment and kissing were not currently commonplace in N'zule's life, and so, of course Delith awoke, and tried to figure out what had happened. Her rider was kissing a stranger, and she wasn't sure why. Confusion foremost in her mind, Del didn't wait for N'zule to become less distracted before talking ot him.

Who is He? Why are you with Him? Why haven't I met Him? Del had always been the one to want wooing, and was disappointed her rider was skipping that important step. Her mindvoice grew higher and more upset with each question, and N'zule was a rider- he snapped out of his self-indulgent kiss, and focused back on his girl. Eyes opening, and eyes growing unfocused, the Greenrider tried to comfort Del.

Del, Del, Del, calm down. It's okay, he's from Weyrling classes, you remember Weyrling classes.... A steady stream of words were transmitted to Del, who slowly calmed down. She wasn't pleased with N'zule, but she wasn't about to start up a racket- at least, not yet.

[darkaire]

The brownrider was pleasantly surprised – though why should he have been surprised? – to feel him respond back. His arm tightened around the other rider’s waist, sliding him just a bit closer. Z’ir wanted to feel his body against him, and so the movement was an unconscious one. He had just started to really enjoy the contact when he felt N’zule snap out of their kiss. A short growl of irritation built in his throat as he opened his eyes to find out where the problem lay.

As was his habit, he looked first at his eyes. The growl died back down at the unfocused look he found. Though he understood it was hard to ignore a dragon, he was still irritated. He hated being interrupted, dragon or not.

The sudden rush of intent disturbed Azerith. Oh for the love of Faranth! Just walk away, the brown rustled his wings in exasperation. If he had expected an answer from his rider, he didn’t get one.

The hand that had previously tilted the greenrider’s head now slid to the collar of his shirt, hand fisting into the fabric. “N’zule,” he breathed his name genially, eyes narrowed into something less friendly. “I believe we were in the middle of something?” He drew the man back roughly, into another kiss.

[thedreamerlady]

Del, who had finally settled back down into her stone couch, was displeased with N'zule, and wanted her rider back in their Weyr, right then. Something was wrong about the idea of her rider being with another person like this. Especially with no advance wooing- it went against everything she enjoyed in her Rider's life. And so, N'zule was returning to their Weyr, alone, and he was going to try out this relationship thing again.

I want you here. Del demanded, her voice calmer, but still with an edge of hysteria deep in the tone. Come home now, talk to the Him later.

N'zule, himself, was not pleased with the idea. He liked where he was, with a strong leading man, and he attempted to convey his feelings to Delith. However, the Greenrider was being distracted by said Brownrider. Kissing back was an automatic reaction, but not the one his overly fussy Green was looking for.

N'zule could feel her getting antsy, and had a sneaking suspicion that if he didn't move himself back to their weyr, and soon, she was going to trumpet loud enough to wake his Wingleader. That would not lead to a pleasant conversation, and probably unpleasant duties to top the conversation off.

Shoving himself away from the Brownrider, N'zule hoped he could remove himself and get down the hall. "I need to get to Del, she's upset!"

[darkaire]

He relaxed slightly when he felt the other man kiss back, thinking for a moment he had distracted him, and that whatever his dragon had wanted could wait. It had been a good amount of time since he’d held someone, much less kissed them. He was starting to remember just how enjoyable it was. Especially when he was in charge.

Z’ir was wrong about the green’s needs. He stiffened as N’zule pushed himself away, hand instinctively fisting into the greenrider’s clothes. His eyes narrowed, indicating his … ah, reluctance to let him go.

Let him go, Z’ir. I for one do not wish to hear an angry green all night, Azerith pushed.

The man paused, then let him go forcefully with a growl. “You may leave. For now,” he murmured. Arms folded, leaning back, he waited for him to leave. Now he really wasn’t going to get any sleep.