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Tweak says, ""This is SPAARTAAAH!""

R'ger of bronze Shielth (bronzeshield) wrote in bendenweyr,
@ 2013-03-31 02:58:00

Entry tags:

imogen, r'ger

Who: R'ger, Imogen
When: immediately following this
Where: R'ger's weyr
Summary: Scolding. Laughable sexy attempts. Drunkenness. Maybe some real sexyness, later?

Shielth's landing on the ledge was smooth, as smooth as it always was, but R'ger's dismount was lacking. Maybe it was his current upset. Maybe it was the candidate that he practically hauled down after him, swinging her back into his arms easily. "You two will be the death of one another," he pronounced, using the same voice that he might have used to observe the ridiculous behavior of an errant wingrider. It wasn't necessarily unkind, it was just... how could such intelligent women be such sharding fools, sometimes?

Drunk in the lake. Shells.

The wingleader's weyr, when he swept her into it, was large. It was neat. Everything was in its place. Except, of course, for a large amount of things that were just sort of... occupying space in his living area. Blankets, heaps of cloth and weaving supplies and all manner of gifts, clothes, and so on. He didn't give Imogen any time to notice those, however, but took her right on through to his bathing chamber. "You're cold, Imogen. You need to warm up, and then get into some dry clothes."

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sweetwings
2013-04-12 02:18 am UTC (link)

Imogen blinked when he blocked her path. He was being very evasive about that corner, and she knew that probably meant she wouldn’t be too thrilled with what was over there. Still, it was just stuff. Things. It wasn’t as if he were hiding a second lady over there, so surely it couldn’t be that bad. She was more than happy to let herself be distracted when he bent his head to hers, hand turning her chin up to meet him halfway. Her arms slid around his neck and she hummed into his mouth.

This certainly went a long way towards making her feel less like a child. She briefly wondered how Kenzie was faring with K’rin-the girl had done plenty deflecting of her own-before R’ger wiped that thought away with his hands. They bracketed her rib cage, and they were warm and made her feel secure. She couldn’t remember why she’d been so worried yesterday.

Eventually they pulled away from each other. Not far, but enough to speak. Her hands fell to his biceps, fingers curling around them. “It’s a rest day.” She wanted to bury her forehead in his chest to hide. That was almost the same thing as inviting herself to stay. She should probably thank him and ask him for a lift down so she could revel in the fact that he hadn’t lost interest after all. Or whatever silly idea had pushed her over the edge into a panic yesterday. Something she didn’t think he had to be aware of.

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