Said Once, Said Twice { tag } Slasher / Niomi

Not the large stone caverns that Weyr people are used to, these are buildings built on the top of the cliff, sometimes referred to as the Weyr Cliff. These buildings are all the same size, with multiple apartments for dragonriders to live in in each building. Because of space constraints, dragons sleep in large pavilions built around the dragonrider apartments.
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Tue Dec 11, 2018 11:59 pm

If he hadn't been under the influence, maybe he would have agreed. But as it were, he was sitting up after her as she removed his boot. "Nimmy..." He breathed, as his fingers went to his shirt and he started to tug at it. "Nimmy, why is it so hot in here?" The grousing didn't end there, as he started to pull it away from his body, not sure why he suddenly felt so hot. "It feels like I'm swimming in fucking lava right now, Nimmy."

Somehow, and even he would be amazed how he managed it in his sober state, he was able to get his shirt off with minimal tangling of his arms. But as he sat there slumped forward, shoulders hunched and pout on his face, it was clear he wasn't comfortable. "Its still so hot and I have snakes on my legs!" Before she was even able to get at his bother boot he was standing up, hands going to his belt, and it was quickly clear what he was intending to do.

And he did it - the belt was done, gone, tossed aside and thankfully it didn't break anything. "Begone snakes!" He shouted at his pants as he unlaced them. When they didn't immediately go away, he scoffed at them and hooked his fingers on the edges, at which point he started to tug them slowly down.
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Wed Dec 12, 2018 1:26 am

What? Niomi glanced up from the man as he moved and stood, and was about to snap at him about laying back down so he can rest, but his arms were moving, he was muttering something about it being hot, and then she wasn't really paying attention anymore because his shirt was coming off. She'd seen him without a shirt on before, it shouldn't have been a big deal, but for some reason her mind just sort of checked out. In the mild light from the glows she could see each line of his muscles, each time he moved, she became distracted, fascinated with every movement, every bunch and relaxation of his body.

And then he was yelling about snakes. And reaching for his belt. And his belt was off. Seeing him suddenly starting to pull his pants down knocked her out of her haze, and she bristled and hissed. Leaping up, she scrambled for his hands, trying to stop him. She knew he didn't wear anything beneath...

”Cat, there's no snakes, stop! Don't-!” Too late. If she continued fighting him pulling them down, she would have ended up...touching things. And she was by far not ready for that, even if the thought crossed her mind daily*cough*. She spun around, turning her back to him as he escaped the “serpents” that were apparently on him. Shards, how drunk was he? She buried her face in her hands, then kept one hand over her eyes as she turned half back towards him, ”Alright fine, here, just lay down there...” Her free hand gestured vaguely at his and the bed's direction. You should just Rise for him already, get it over with. Let him Catch you. Niomi made a choking sound, even as Haddy offered her both irritable and amused input. You butt out, dragon!
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Wed Dec 12, 2018 5:26 am

He started to get them pulled down, and as he worked them down his knees, he fell back onto the bed. Thankfully it was there, not that he would have noticed in the state that he was in, though it was likely that a fall as hard as he would have taken might have sobered him up a touch or two. Nonetheless, he continued to struggle with the awful serpents surrounding his legs, screeching at them to stop spreading fire throughout his body, because he couldn't take the way it felt, and woe be poor Niomi who had to hear his battle cries as he threatened them with the most colorful use of words his parents would have choked on if they ever knew they were coming out of their son's mouth. Thankfully they would never know, considering he had no intentions of ever returning to that place, but that wasn't the point.

The point was the damn serpents were wound around his ankles now and no amount of tugging of his feet or legs would get them off and he was in tears, the battle cries were over with, and he was a man defeated by a pair of pants. "Nimmy... they've bitten me. It hurts. It's spreading, their venom. I can't get them off." He didn't realize that if he just shook his foot a little, he'd get the boot keeping the "serpents" on off and he'd be just fine. But now he was swimming in the agony of defeat like a child that had just gotten their toy taken from them and he needed her help. "Help me, please, before they take my life from me further."
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Wed Dec 12, 2018 4:17 pm

She was still hiding her eyes, and listening to him screech about serpents and snakes and how hot it was, and they're burning him, and by the bloody shell, Cat, what the fuck...She shook her head, just shivering a little as he railed about. This was not how she envisioned the evening going. Honestly, she hadn't had any real plans for it, other than enjoying her friend's time before he vanished for who knows how long(a bit dramatic in her mind, but that's how she felt). Hearing him plead for aid though, she glanced sharply at him, suddenly worried that in his flailing he had somehow injured himself.

And she froze for an instant, getting quite the eye full as he flopped and kicked, nearly...whining. She was torn. On one hand, she wanted to shield her eyes again. This was highly inappropriate, it wasn't her place to be seeing him in the nude, and as much as she had thought about it, she couldn't help but feel like she was somehow taking advantage of him. On the other hand, by Faranth's ass, this was...hilarious. Her hand went to her mouth as he pleaded, and she couldn't hold back the giggle. ”Oh, Cataren...” As he became a bit of a pitiful puddle of intoxicated man, she leaned down and pulled the other boot off, ”Here, quit wiggling, you oaf.” Grasping the bottom hem of his pants, she pulled them off too, pointedly not looking up towards the rest of his body. His luscious, toned, delicious body...

Dropping his pants, she stepped around, and crawled onto the bed from the far side, closer to his head. Grasping his arms, she tried pulling him further up the bed, ”By the stars, you're heavier than you look, Cat...” She got him moved maybe an ilm before she flopped back on the bed, his head on her bare legs.
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Fri Dec 14, 2018 2:06 am

The fuzzy edges were starting to take over, closing in on whatever clarity his mind still had to offer his senses. He knew at any moment, he was going to quite possibly fall asleep, but there was something he need to do first. He had to thank her for taking care of him. He knew that much at least. He shifted on the bed, turning his head enough to kiss her, not realizing in his sleep-drunk haze that what his lips were brushing against was the skin just above the inside of her knee.

And then he turned that much more and started to hug her leg, cheek nuzzling against her skin, lips brushing against her even more, and in his mind, he was hugging her from the shoulders, kissing her cheek, nuzzling her shoulder instead. "When did your shoulders start feeling like your knees, Nimmy?" He asked as he started to fall asleep, a chuckle drifting from his lips, which brushed over her one final time, where they rested as he yawned. "Love you, Nimmy. With all my heart." And it was with those words that his body relaxed, and he fell asleep, holding her and resting against her smiling.
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Fri Dec 14, 2018 2:39 am

This predicament was not what she had been intending at all and she had no idea how to handle it at this point. The love of her life, the very fuel of her heart was snuggling his way against what was essentially her thigh, drunker than she had ever quite seen of him, stark naked, and she wasn't much better. Then she felt his lips on her skin, and her mind plummeted, she couldn't breathe, and a slightly familiar but terrifying feeling started searing its way into her stomach. Oh, shard it, Cat, why now? Why when you're like this? She shivered a little, her hand reaching down to tenderly lace her fingers through his hair, fingers running through it as she petted him.

”When did your shoulders start feeling like your knees, Nimmy?” The woman closed her eyes in defeated pain, and sighed. Oh, you are just sloshed, aren't you, love? Her eyes stayed closed as she sighed, resigning herself to falling asleep like that. Her own body started to drift off, a small smile tugging her lips as she just let herself enjoy this bit, the closest to him she would probably ever be, her fingers buried in his hair, still stroking even in half-sleep.

”Love you, Nimmy. With all my heart.”

Her eyes flew open. There was something in his slightly foggy voice, something...true. In the way she felt it. Was it even possible? Or was he just being drunk? She almost felt like she couldn't breathe. She sat up the tiniest bit to peer down at him, and caught an eyeful of...well, everything. She felt her cheeks erupt in red, and she squeezed her eyes shut and lay back down, wincing a little. She just...she had no idea what to think, really. He had said it. He had said it, and it had sounded like a romantic sort of love, not just the best of friends. With a bit of a sad smile, she began re-petting his hair, ”I love you too, Cat...” She decided it was best to disregard his words to him being drunk.

It didn't take too terribly long for her to drift off too, a smile curling her lips as she petted him. Eventually she shifted in her sleep some, her other leg curling over his side, her foot drifting towards his nether regions, her torso curving around a bit to be nearer him, even as his face rested on her thigh.
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Fri Dec 14, 2018 4:03 am

When he awoke sometime later, he was only vaguely aware that it might be time to go soon, and he hadn't even spent time with her. It made him frown against the soft something he was curled against, and his mind started to swirl with trying to figure out why he was where he was. His head hurt though, and the pieces didn't want to stick in place like they were supposed to. He was only able to confirm some things - he had come to Niomi's place at some point last night, and from there was all blurry.

Was it her... above the sour notes of alcohol were hints of spice and leather and flowers he associated with her. Was that also why he was naked? Naked... NAKED. He sat up rather quickly and looked down at himself, turned to look down at her. She was still asleep, though shifting now because of his movements, and he flopped back down on the bed next to her legs. She was wearing his shirt. She was wearing his shirt.

From the looks of it, they had been together, but why couldn't he remember it? Had he really been that drunk? He rolled over and kissed her leg, inched up her body and settled in next to her. A kiss to her shoulder, on to her neck, another soon rested upon her cheek. He yearned to look in her eyes, to see her open them, to maybe tell her how he felt, like he'd intended to last night before he'd gotten so drunk. That had been his plan last night. To come here, tell her how he felt, let her know before he left that he wanted to be with her at last.

He settled his cheek against her shoulder, hooked a leg over her body, pressed his hand to her clothed belly and sighed against her skin. "Nimmy..." He licked his lips and stroked over her stomach, started to reach further down, a little more each time the more he felt her wake up, and the more he did, the more bold his lips became along her neck...
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Fri Dec 14, 2018 5:36 am

She slept...oddly peacefully, considering the slightly awkward position. Her mind never really woke fully, even when her body was slightly disturbed by her bedmate jumping upright. The movement did cause her to squirm a little, a small, quiet, breathy sound escaping her lips as she snuggled into the bed a bit. But she settled quickly, especially after his warmth returned to her, and as he worked his way up, her body moved the tiniest bit, as if curving away from, and yet straining towards every little kiss. It was more a vibration to his touches than actual movements. When he settled behind her, a small breath escaped her and she relaxed back into him, her form molding against his automatically.

Her mind was lost somewhere in her dreams, even as she heard, ”Nimmy...”. A smiled tugged her lips, and she leaned back against his chest, ”Cat...” The sound of her own voice seemed to rouse her a little more than his voice, her body shivering a little with the barest first hints of waking...After all, his voice haunted her dreams regularly, the things spilling from it only ever something she would ever hope to hear while sleeping. But her own response to it, the sound of her own voice...She grinned a little, her fully conscious mind not catching up with her body in the slightest sense yet, her mind still floating somewhere else, not present in her bed, ”You were soooo drunk....” A tiny giggle escaped her lips at that, her voice soft, heavily sleep-fuddled.

As he kissed at her neck, her breath came out a little heavier, her neck curving towards the touches, exposing the soft skin there. Her hand on the bed twitched a little, her legs moving against his, their skin touching. Her face turned upwards a little, almost turning to try and glance back towards him, but her eyes remained shut, lips parting slightly as she breathed.
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Fri Dec 14, 2018 6:26 am

So she'd dealt with him drunk. Oh, she had before, but he had been last night, more than before. He still felt it, even now - his head ached, his body ached, but now? Faranth, he wanted this before they left, wanted to be able to remember this with her, unlike what they'd done last night together. "Drunk on you." He grinned against her neck, pressing against what was exposed to him, nibbling on the skin there and moving against her body as his fingers pulled up the fabric covering her.

And then it hit him - while he'd been drunk last night, what if she felt differently now? So he paused, fingers hovering over her stomach, and lips pressed to the juncture of her ear. "Tell me to stop, Nimmy, and I will." He breathed, because he wouldn't continue if she said no, if she uttered any version of the word, showed any sign of hesitance. "Tell me no and I won't continue."
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”Drunk on you.”

She grinned, the smile blooming across her features even with her fighting it, because that was the sweetest, most romantic thing she had ever heard, and shards did she wish he meant it. Her head moved a little, shaking a bit, ”You're still drunk. Go back to sleep.” Please don't leave, let's just stay here, like this, frozen. She felt his lips on her, felt his grin, and matched it. Her hand lifted up, reaching up and back until she found his hair, fisting the short strands and then curling her fingers through it again. She felt him move the fabric, and couldn't help but squirm a little. Her mind was returning, rapidly now.

When he spoke next, hesitating, asking, really, she could hardly comprehend fully. Her eyes fluttered open, her face turning away a little as she stared at nothing, not really seeing, just feeling. He would stop...Did she want him to stop? No...Never...Her eyes moved to glance towards him, but then stopped before meeting his gaze. If she looked at him, she might lose her nerve. Every bit of her being screamed at her to say yes. Fuck, to plead even. But...she also knew that he was leaving that morning, either way. Even if something happened between them, he was leaving for who knows how long, and she would be damned if she made him feel obligated to stay. Which he would. If she said yes, he would stay, he would risk his profession, countless marks...

She knew the moments were ticking by, knew that any instant, he would take her silence as a 'no'. And it wasn't. She just...refused to hold him back. To stop him from leaving, her hand was still in his hair, and she resolved to cling to those locks, as difficult(short) as it might be, hold him there while her mind raced her heart.

Finally, she let a breath out that she didn't realize she was holding, and twisted just enough to meet his gaze, even if it meant pulling his lips from her neck. Looking at those blue eyes, her own wide awake now, she...She felt Haddy's pride rush through their bond as she looked at him, the dragon knowing what was coming.

”Cataren, I love you. I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you since as long as I can remember. I'd love nothing more for you to stay...” She nudged her nose lightly against his, her voice thick with emotion(and hints of darker, more salacious things), ”But you can't...This is a smart move on your part, remember? Your craft needs you...” Faranth, why did it have to be so hard? And what if this ruined all her chances? Her dreams descended into nightmares as she braced herself for his response, hating herself for feeling like she was pushing him away.
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