<<Lanarona always did like Goldflights. They were the times when others
were as free of hang ups as she usually was, even if she knew enough of
discretion not to run around making others uncomfortable. She did have
to live in the Weyr, whether she Impressed or not, after all. She
cuddled closer against her cotmate's naked body, enjoying the warmth
they shared after their tryst. And then it occurred to her that this had
all been happenstance, that maybe he'd only been into it because of the
Flightlust, that maybe he wasn't interested in her the way she was
starting to be in him. She pulled back.
"Uhm..." Lana didn't know what to say and she didn't know if she should or shouldn't look Gairnett in the face.>>
Well, Gairnett could understand why people made such a big deal out of sex now. That had felt *amazing.*
The problem with sex, though, was that as far as he knew, it almost always came with baggage. He didn't want that, so he was a little disgruntled to realize that apparently, some baggage wanted him.
The baggage that said he wanted to do this with Lana again. Not other girls, because there weren't any other girls he trusted enough. Just Lana.
Except no way was he letting himself be as emotionally vulnerable as admitting that would require.
"'Uhm' what?" Gairnett asked her, turning his head to give her a flat look. "Don't start to say something if you don't have anything to say." His tone taking on a hint of hard edges, he asked, "You don't... regret anything, right?"
--Cheshire w/ Gairnett