A Cool Bath

[Memorie]

Tujal smiled. She had finally warmed those cold grey eyes. Thank Faranth. "Shh...it doesn't matter. Nothing matters. You have no idea how long I've held that in." And she kissed him again, hoping he'd react with as much amour as he had the first go-round.

She pulled away, and in her weyr, she could hear Amenth humming with pleasure. By My Own Shell, it's about time, the dragon stated. Tujal giggled, her veins pumping adrenaline.

"That felt so good," she said to both Amenth and I'slen. She stood normal now, eyes closed in contended happiness.

[LyricalBlue]

If I'lsen had been a dragon he would have been humming himself. He looked down at her, glad she was a tall woman. If she'd been smaller he would have had to lean down to kiss her. The rider was in awe, pure and simple awe. Had she really felt the same way about him this whole time? Eggs would crack in intresting ways. When she kissed him again he fell into it with unabashed joy. Then Tujal had pulled back again and he grinned foolishly down at her. He hadn't noticed just how expressive her eyes were.

Keeping her within the circle of his arms, he kissed her again. By the first egg what a fool he'd been. How had he ever missed this? He resisted the urge to pick her up and sweap her off to his weyr. He was far to tired for that and it was far too soon. Not to mention that sneeze of hers.

[Memorie]

He kissed her now, and her body flew with the dragons, alive with tingles and sensations she'd never felt before. So he did have feelings for her! The thought made her sigh. Her arms were still around his neck, and her eyes still closed. She sneezed again. "Char it," she muttered. "I really, really, don't want this moment to end, I'slen," she said, testing his name out in its new capacity. "Uch, what to do, what to do," she said. She'd've liked to sleep with him that night, not in a sexual manner, just in a sleeping manner. But no doubt he didn't want to rush in or anything, and she didn't want to push him beyond his boundaries.

Shall I ask? and before Tujal could give her an emphatic "no," Amenth was trying to awaken Weseaneth. Oh, Weseaneth, she said, singsong. Weseaneth! Wake up!

[LyricalBlue]

I'slen hugged her close not wanting the moment to end either. But in honesty, he was cold and tired. No doubt as Tujal sneezed that she had managed to get herself sick. He shook his head smiling fondly. Smoothing out her damp hair he spoke.
"You have lessons in the morning, I don't want my hide charred if you're late to see the Weyrwoman." Somehow he did know what she was thinking, or at least he knew what he was thinking. Tujal was far to fickle a woman to push though, and a gut feeling told him if he pushed this any farther that she might see fit to shower another man with her favors.

Up on the ledge, Wes blinked sleepily. But at hearing Amenth's voice he crooned, always happy to do anything the young gold wanted. He yawned, his great maw opening to impressive width and then looked towards where Amenth would be.
Yes?

[Memorie]

Tujal wonders if it is too soon to spend an evening with your I'slen. She thinks just to sleep near to him. Would you know, dear Weseaneth? The Weyrling gold crooned up to her bronze. He really was a nice sort of fellow, and very large too. Even still larger than she, and she came over greens and some blues now!

On the ground, Tujal cursed. "Amenth, I swear..." I'slen smoothed out her hair, and smiled at her. He mentioned lessons. "Oh, those. I swear, if I hear another word about being sullied for Amenth's first rising," she said, and then she grimaced at her harsh words. She backtracked. "I mean, I know that at the Weyr, it's not an issue, but you know I came from Ruatha, and I don't really...I mean, you know...yeah...." She trailed off.

[LyricalBlue]

Weseaneth's eyes whirled a happy blue and he stretched, shaking stiff wings out before resettling.
He would like such.
I'slen turned to look up at the bronze.
"I would like what? Oh shards," He let Tujal go to glare up at his dragon.
"Now I know you crazy beasts but right now Tujal needs rest so let her be ya hear?" He stood, hands on hips, using the same tone he did with recalitrant Weyrlings.

The bronze yawned again, unimpressed.
She would rest better with you and then so could I. Not that he minded being woken up, and if anyone was going to wake him up Amenth was the one to do it. But he had been asleep and the ledge was still warm from the day's sun.
I'slen turned back and grabbed both of Tujal's hands, his worry plainly evident.
"I do know what you mean and I've a feeling those dragons aren't helping matters."
Oh but we are. Replied Wes with an almost dignified tone.

[Memorie]

You hear that, Tujal? He would like such, Amenth said, preening.

"Of course I heard that, I hear everything you silly clunches discuss. Right down to the last, very 'green-dragon' word." Amenth rumbled warningly. Tujal just laughed, and suddenly found her hands in I'slen's.

"I do know what you mean, and I've a feeling those dragons aren't helping matters." Weseaneth replied to the negative, and Tujal shook her head.

"If you don't think it's too early, and I don't want to rush you, or anything." That sounds so ridiculous. "It's just, I'm cold, and Amenth kicks. Hard, too. And the ground is hard and cold." Well, it is! Very fit for a dragon, but not for human inhabitation. She sneezed again, and this time, her eyes watered and her noe clogged. "Oh, doh."

[LyricalBlue]

He hugged her tightly against him, wishing he had something more substantial than just his shirt to cover her with. But for now that would have to do, he shrugged it off his shoulders and wrapped it around her.
"Come on you, bed now. You can soak in my bath and I'll have some klah sent up. But not, " He held up a stern warning finger, "if you don't scoot right this instant."

Up on his ledge, Weseaneth rumbled with laughter both at Tujal's comment and at his rider's own. With one last croon to Amenth he settled himself back down to sleep. Bey and Feya curled up neatly between his forepaws.

[Memorie]

He gave her his shirt, and she breathed in deeply the scent of it. And then she made a plan to keep it. Oh, no, he's not getting this shirt back. "Yes, Weyrlingmaster I'slen," she teased, putting emphasis on the title playfully. "Scooting, sir."

Goodnight, Weseaneth. The gold yawned herself. Tomorrow would be food day, and then she would have a bath. She fell asleep in anticipation.

At the promise of a good soak in a decent bathtub, and klah to boot, Tujal hurried as fast as her legs would take her. This evening had turned out even more pleasant and surprising than she had thought it would. She turned, just to make sure I'slen was still following.