The Difference Between Work and Pleasure

[Tawny]

(OOC: This is a JP between Lys/Vtor and Tawny/Kora/Nerys)

“V’tor,” The words came out as a silky purr before dissolving into a fit of soft giggles as Kora found herself pressed against one of the work spaces in the back of the kitchen.

V'tor snaked a firm hand around her waist, leaning over her shoulder from behind, lips at her ear.  "Hmm?"  His glowering gaze took in everything around him, as it should.  He caught the gaze of another woman, filed it away, and returned his attention to Kora. Breathing lightly against her neck, he smiled.

“We can’t her…e,” She had to resist letting out a soft moan at his attentions. “I’ve got to…” her words were lost as she turned her head attempting to return the tentative kisses he gave her.

A devious grin twitched at the edge of his mouth.  "You could always let them handle it...." 

With a gentler touch than he usually made use of, V'tor worked a few fingers of his left hand past the laces of her bodice, making the only thing between his fingers and her skin a very thin shift.  He caressed her skin through it, discreetly.  Placing a kiss at her hairline under her ear, he whispered, "We could get away..."

“Maybe just for half a candlemark,” she murmured a shiver passing through her at his caress, a small tremble echoing in her lower lip. A resounding slam from Kora’s left brought her attention to focus on Faelon who looked rather pale as she pushed her way out of a kitchen. At Faelon’s quick disappearance a cat like smile to cross Kora’s features as she drew her attentions back to V’tor. “Your weyr” she murmured as she pushed her hips into his groin encouraging him to release hold of her long enough for them to get back to the comforts of his weyr.

A strangled, choking sort of noise escaped him, hastily covered by a clearing of the throat.  A mild blush crept up on his cheeks, and he backed up only enough to let her pass before him.  Just as discreetly as before, he slid his fingers back out of the bodice, and winked merrily at Kora.  "After you. my dear..."  They both knew the gentlemanly act was just that.  And for those that hadn't been too close, they would think that Kora was just off for a meeting with V'tor.  Faelon's hasty retreat hadn't escaped V'tor's notice.  He was sure to investigate that later.

For now, though, Kora was his interest..a fascinating creature, quite unlike her mother.  Oh, there were similarities, but Nerys had passed her prime....to him, she was a means to an end to his ambition.  And being the Weyrleader had its perks....

“Thank you, I’ll be back in a little bit,” Kora said to her own assistant as she went. “Be sure that dinner is served promptly at 6. Bubblies for dessert after the courses have been cleared, and we need a fresh pot of Klah,” With her final instructions given Kora made a hasty retreat from the kitchens finally ceasing V’tor’s hand after they were out of the sight of the others.

“You on the other hand, I’ve got a few preparations just for you,” She whispered resisting the urge to sprint up the stairwell that lead toward the weyrs.

A grin crept over his face, a rather frightening thing, really.  Maybe other men wouldn't look so much like a predatory large feline, or a wild canine, but....they weren't V'tor, after all.  Nor were they Weyrleader, nor did they have the exquisite wonder of having Kora in their bed.   Though V'tor begrudged them not having to politick with Nerys on a daily basis.  "I should like to see them....I believe..."  And quite a lot of other things, he mused.   He slid his fingers back into the laces slightly, the promise of what was to come enough to keep him returning to her.  Quite an interesting woman, indeed.

As they neared his door, Kora turned and wrapped herself about him walking slowly backwards as she planted soft kisses along his neck and chin. It was nice to have a partner who shared the same thirst she did.  “Where do we begin?” She murmured as she felt the door to his weyr brush up against her back, her fingers moving to the buttons of his tunic. They had never tried anything in the hall before, but she doubted he would want to, now that he had her father's title. Best to keep the rumors down for a short while.

{{Yedrath, make sure we are not disturbed....enough with these gits around here.}}  He practically growled, hungry fingers tugging at laces, the other hand fumbling for the door latch.  They were good for each other, had known each other since they were children. Always sneaking around back passages to meet.  Now that he was the Weyrleader it was no different.  Maybe that was half the excitement of their life.  Who could say if they were allowed if it wouldn't be fighting all the time?  Pushing through the door with her, V'tor slammed it shut behind them.  "They won't bother us here..."  His tone was husky, enigmatic as to his mood - usual for him, and nearly breathless.  Carried away, he backed her rather harshly against a wall, grinning.  Kissed her full on the mouth.

“Good,” it was the only word she could get out as she felt herself hit the wall a soft noise of pain escaped her, but quickly the sensation turned into an unyielding heat as he let his hunger loose. Returning his kiss her leg moved up his side resting against his waist as she drew him tighter to him, her fingers running down his clothed back to his waist drawing the shirt out of his pants so she could run her hands beneath it, her nails lightly dragging against his skin as she moved her fingers up his spine.

Running a hand up her leg to the hip, he relaxed against her, pinning her completely to the wall.  A wicked grin on his face, he nipped playfully at her neck.  "What is your surprise? Or am I allowed to ask that today?"  He winked at her, his hands having moved on to unhooking the front of her bodice.

“I can’t surprise you if you hold me against the wall like this,” She murmured hotly as she leaned her head closer to his ear, “Or would you like to enjoy this position first? I wore a skirt just for you today.” Her leg slowly drifted down his side and then back up again, as she moved her fingers to the buttons of his shirt to finish undoing them. 

Hamming a mock-disappointed look, he placed a irreverently playful kiss upon the skin quite exposed by the top of her bodice.  Exaggerating a sigh, he raised his head and calmly let his hands slide down her sides.  He was quite careful to make sure she knew he was enjoying what the clothing would let him feel.  pulling her gently away from the wall, he smiled, tender even for him,  "What would you like me to do/  Close my eyes/  Twirl three times?"  his eyes teased her.

“Wearing my bodice?” She teased as she began to slip delicately from her clothing her hips swaying as she let each piece drop to the floor.  “I’ve learned a new game,” she murmured as she moved closer to him again helping him remove his clothing. “I’ve heard that it leaves a man weak for weeks,” she murmured standing on her tip toes to suck on a small point on his neck, as she finally pulled his shirt free and allowed it to join the rest of the clothing on the floor. Allowing her lips to leave his neck she grinned feral like. “Unless you don’t want to play?”

He melted into the little kiss..the woman ever knew his weak spots...  "What are the rules of this game?"  He watched her curiously, a hand reaching out to brush against her skin lightly.

Undoing his belt she slowly backed him toward the bed grinning. “You aren’t allowed to touch me, no hands,” She murmured trailing her fingers down to his abdomen and lower as she removed each piece of clothing before lightly pushing him into the bed. “You have to resist all urges,” she whispered in a throaty tone, watching his back arch with desire, as her fingers moved down his legs to remove his boots.  Taking her time to undo the laces she finally pulled the boots free dropping them on the floor her fingers tickling the soles of his feet before tracing up the inside of his legs, her lips carefully licking a trail after them.

V'tor gasped, his right foot twitching uncontrollably.  It had always been the most ticklish of anywhere else on his body,  and the only other woman that knew of its existence besides his own mother was Kora.  And she'd been the only one who'd had balls enough to even dare tickle him.  He sat up partially, startled, hands out to stop her, her name on his lips, before he remembered the rule -- no touching.  gritting his teeth over a moan, he forced himself to lie back, his eyes rolling into the back on his head.  His hands, though, balled into tight fists of their own volition.  If anything, he'd not give in.  It was more fun this way...  He head jagged hyperventilating in his ears, and groaned when he realized it was his own breath.  "Faranth help me, woman...."

My rider wishes an audience with your own. Issashanth said all to clearly her voice as crisp as her riders as she bespoke Yedrath. The Queen had moved to rest on her ledge at last, her golden neck craning for the sight of her bronze.

[[Mine.....she wishes to speak with you.]]  Yedrath's tone was sheepish.  But no one refused a gold, did they?  Especially not his precious mate? 

V'tor's jaw clenched in fury. He'd not wanted to be disturbed.  How difficult was that?  He'd wanted time alone, and he doubted he'd be able to sneak her away for possibly a sevenday or more...  He forced himself to sit up slowly, sure he'd knock himself out if he sat up too fast.  "Kora..."  Her name came out a strangled, hoarse whisper.  He cleared his throat, and unclenched his fist, feeling pain there...  touched her cheek gently.  "Kora..."

Hearing her name uttered in such a way Kora’s hands stopped her gaze lifting to meet the anger that had crossed V’tor’s face. Lost by the sudden change in his attitude she sat back looking at him perplexed. “Mmn, did I do something wrong?” She murmured.

He shook his had slowly,  "Never..." he smiled fleetigly, an irritated look shot out toward Yedrath's couch.  His tone was mocking, now.  "The Weyrwoman requires my company, it seems."  he sighed, touhing her face gently with his fingers.  "When can you get away again?" he murmured gently.

“Perhaps after we finish cleaning the kitchens,” She murmured straightening her shoulders slightly as she rose to her feet.  She new she would be too exhausted at that point as she should have been directing clean up as dinner being prepared, the cooks got sloppy without constant supervision. “I’ll try,” she murmured a sudden flare up of hatred for her mother rose again. She never had been more jealous than her own mother until recently. Why did she have to choose the man she fancied most to be her weyrmate? “You best go before she gets annoyed,” Kora said as she gathered her clothing.

 

Closing the distance between them in two strides, he held Kora tight against his chest and kissed her once, hungrily, on the mouth, before releasing her.  It was the price he paid for the rank he had well and truly won.  He pulled on his trousers, and snagged his shirt up, too...Boots were a bit more difficult, but soon, he looked none the worse for wear.  "I will find you."  It was a promise he always made but, ike her own duties, his post often kept him away.  Turning on his heel, he took the long ramp down to the Bowl.  He could feel the rage coloring his cheeks...though it ranged from the anger to frustration in mere seconds.

Soon, he found Nerys, poring over a musty Harper record.  "You wished to see me, milady?"  His tone was guarded, gentlemanly.

Lifting her head which slowly tilted to the side, Nerys gazed first from the slight flush he wore to wrinkled state of his clothing her lips pursed.  “You look as if you’ve been mauled recently, Weyrleader,” she said as she finished the last sip of wine in her goblet.  “Would you accompany me to dinner? We have things to discuss,” She murmured gracefully alighting from her chair. “I hope the woman that mauled you realizes how dangerous a mistake that could be,” she said extending her delicate hand toward his.

At her statement he glowered...almost.  That was to say, he caught himself in the barest hint of time before the fury lashed out of him.  And he had himself quite under control, enough to not give his lover's identity away in his anger.  A small smile played across his lips, and a very formal nod executed, in deference to her rank.  "I would be delighted to accompany you to table.  NO doubt today has been quite enlightening?"  He offered her his hand, as a gentleman would.  It was the safest course of action around Nerys at all times.  "I assure you, milady, the woman in question knows her place, quite thoroughly."

“I’m sure she will,” Nerys murmured looping her arm with his tucking herself close as her gaze drifted back toward the books before following. “We are sending our tithe requests to the hold shortly. I wish to get you something,” She murmured her gaze falling upon him with a new softness. “Is there anything that you lack as of late your title did not accord you?” She thought starting with idle small talk would be best before settling into the heat of discussion, the past hatching, the rumors that Issashanth had skimmed.

He was quite honestly surprised.  Pleasantly so, but surprised nonetheless.  "Milady, there is nothing I can particularly think of but....you know my tastes well enough..."  he smiled tenderly at her, "Please, surprise me...."  Of course, he couldn't exactly say what he could wish for...which would be completely inappropriate for anyone's ears but the woman he'd just left.  Around Nerys, he wasn't even sure he could think her name without Issashanth figuring it out...

Grinning at the response to her offer, Nerys began to relax slightly the corridor about them empty still. “There is talk about Varena’s green’s death. We must make an announcement that the plague was the true cause of death,” Nerys said simply her gaze lifting to meet V’tor’s her look nearly stoney. “There is no other reason for such a healthy dragonette to pass between so suddenly,”

He nodded.  Bad business, that.  "Of course.  I shall speak with the Weyrlingmaster.  Tell him to instruct the weyrlings they must be extra careful with the health of themselves and their dragonets."  Why wouldn't it be?  "Consider it done."

A smile lit her features at his response. “We will also need to announce it at dinner tonight, I don’t want talk of Issashanth’s reaching her peak, as we know that it isn’t true.” Her hand squeezed his own tightly a soft sigh escaping her at the thought of that wonderful flight. “You rarely touch me like that anymore,” she murmured to him a soft flush rising in her cheeks as she quickly evaded his look.

He wasn't quite sure he caught that...had she actually enjoyed herself?  He'd been under the impression their age, his tendencies since he was old enough to know what to do with himself, and their duties kept them apart.  It had been...not well known, but enough...that before the flight, folks had almost expected him to 'mate Kora, or someone else he'd favored that was nearer his age.  He was sure he was the father of multiple children...though if Kora had ever borne an of his, he was not aware.  "I....  We will certainly make the announcement at the end of dinner tonight.  We cannot have rumors to the contrary allowed to circulate."

“Thank you,” She murmured her grin returning to her features again. “I will send W’vryn to the hold with the tithe request tomorrow morning, and he can relay the cause to the holders as well. Best to scare them now before they get any ideas, their greed worries me.” Nerys said plainly as they approached the dining hall. As they entered her gaze swept the room briefly catching the flustered look upon her daughter’s face, as she was quickly setting dishes down the head table. She looked as if they had been working her to the bone this afternoon. Perhaps, she should speak to the Headwoman about this. “I wonder about how they treat our Lower Cavern Women,” Nerys murmured to V’tor her gaze moving up to his face as he led her toward her seat.

His gaze kept impassive, he steered Nerys gently toward their table.  "I have often wondered the same thing.  My mother tells me the laundry staff has benefitted from the decision to move them to a rotating schedule.  It allows for time to fully regain strength...especially for those getting up in Turns.  I wonder if it would not be a prudent experiment for the kitchen staff as well.  I'm certain they see the same amount, if not more, work than the laundry."  Which could give him more chances to catch time alone.  It was a sound idea, though Nerys might not relish the idea.  She was particular about the little things.

“Would you mind looking into that for me?” Nerys said as she settled into her chair the dining hall that just barely beginning to fill, her gaze appraising the plate and silverware,  “This 7-day proves to be a bit trying.”

He held her chair for her at the table, then seated himself at her side.  "It would be my pleasure, milady."  It was known highly that he ate sparsely at regular dinner times, but if taking his meals at one such time, he would eat enough to get by and excuse himself.  he'd been that way for as long as he could remember.  And with the questionable relationship outside of flights between the Weyrwoman and himself...he was rarely at table unless summoned at all. 

Tonight, her mood was less chafing than it had been...but he doubted her appetites were the same as his....and wit has delicately structured as the woman was, most of his play wouldn't suit her...in disposition or rank....More was the pity, he guessed.