Through A Golden Haze { tag } Slasher / Mar'co

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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They had started to have a conversation the night before that had led to a late, though experimental, dinner in her apartment. Na'vi had asked him, when they'd realized how late it was, if Marrow would be willing to allow her to cook for him since she was learning how, and while her stove wasn't large by any measure of means, she was trying to teach herself how to use it. She was certain he was reluctant about it, but somehow he agreed and she'd prepared them a veritable feast of all the little things she'd been learning to prepare, both from the kitchen staff, on her own, and from various people and hides throughout the Weyr on her own free time.

It had turned out well enough that they'd eaten food and chatted during the night, losing track of time as they did so. She didn't even realize it, nor did he seem to, and she found it odd for her to do such a thing. It was odd for her to find such comfort in the company of a man, having thought herself incapable of such a thing long ago, but she thought with Marrow, she thought she might actually grow to like him as more than just a friend. Chinolth, bless his soul, didn't catch onto that thread of thought, for he would know that she already felt that way, and if he did, he might blather away out loud about it, and then she'd be left red faced in front of her friend.

As it neared morning, the air seemed to grow thicker, and she gave his equally thick shoulder a little shove. "You're going to need to go home so you can sleep a little before duty takes you away for the day." She felt sad about that, but thankfully didn't let it show. "Maybe some other time, you can bring me some things to try and cook for you since I apparently didn't poison you last night." Which was a miracle, considering she had the skills to be able to do so, and that pitted her stomach, before she dashed the thought away and refocused on him. But why was it growing so hazy to actually focus and think properly?
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Marrow couldn't help but grin as she lightly shoved his shoulder. He gave to the pressure, even if it would have been zero effort to hold against it. She was stronger than she looked, but he still out weighed her slight frame by a good sized portion. He had felt the change in the air, but had just dismissed it to the fact that they had been there all night. And yet, he didn't feel tired. Being around Na'vi was...energizing? He couldn't think of another word as he shifted a bit on the couch, his arm extending over the back of it towards her. She was about the distance of his arm too, his hand just barely brushing her shoulder every now and then when she changed her position a little. And he loved it when it did, damnit. Not that he was touching her on purpose, oh no, but...

”Aye, I should go soon...The air feels heavy now too, so maybe I'm more tired than I thought?” He shrugged a little, ”I'll definitely take you up on that though...” He felt...hazy? It was a familiar feeling, and he just dismissed it as his comfort with being around her, but...that wasn't quite right. And he also didn't care at that moment to try and analyze the feeling, because, well...How the morning light(glows?) was hitting her at that moment...He was just glad to be staring at her, ”And poisoned? Nah. I mean, my stomach is pretty hardy, but I thought it was good. I'm pretty sure I already said that?” His tone was gently teasing with that last 'question'. He had assured her numerous times during, and after the meal, that it tasted good. He had offered a little bit of constructive criticism, but it was that she didn't have to be so conservative with it. It was obvious with the meal that she had hesitated with some of the seasonings. ”I can handle whatever you throw at me.”

His tone had shifted somehow, and he wondered at himself, but...his words felt heavier? Sounded heavier, in his ears, like he wasn't just talking about the food and her cooking anymore. Almost on its own, the hand along the back of the couch moved, just the tiniest bit, a single finger daring to touch her shoulder. So far, the majority of their physical touches had been initiated by her, such as the shove before. He had treated her like a feral feline, one you had to convince over months that it was safe around him. But he felt some sort of encroaching boldness, and couldn't help but...maybe push his luck a little? He knew he liked her...
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There was a moment when that finger made her stiffen, and it seemed as though she might bolt in the opposite direction. But the stiffness that had invaded her shoulders soon disappeared and she was able to relax with a sigh, her body moving closer so that it wasn't just his finger that rested against her body. It was bold, to feel his hand on her shoulder instead of one digit, and perhaps the air was strange, and this was strange, but then why did her heart dance always dance at the idea of spending time with Mar'co?

She wasn't sure what she was going to say now, her words trapped in her throat where they insisted on hiding just like how she wanted to hide her face against his shoulder. She was certain her face was blooming a thousand different hues of red in that very moment, and all of them were keeping her from looking at him. The air just felt so heated suddenly, so much so that she started tugging at the neck of her own blouse.

And yet it was that same warmth that caused her to finally look at him, and she did so with abandon, drinking in his visage with so much confused longing on her own face that she wasn't quite sure what to do with it all, her want for such things having not come into being for so long that it still felt strange. A hand reached up to touch his cheek, so sharp and chiseled, and she wondered if he would mind her own words were still stuck in her mouth.
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Something was happening alright. Somewhere. Right here though, in front of him, he couldn't help but see the varying shades of crimson as it spread and changed across her otherwise normally pale face. A small grin split his lips, unable to hide it as he admired her blushing. It was...adorable. Endearing. Fascinating...Encouraging. As she moved, he was sure it was on purpose too, his hand curled around and over her shoulder, his fingers curling just enough to trail against her without actually moving his hand any.

And she was fighting looking at him. He grinned a bit more at that. But then she finally did meet his heavy gaze, and his heart skipped a few beats as his breath caught. Her hand moved, touching his cheek, and he felt hot beneath her fingers. Not that his skin was hot, which it probably was, but when she touched him, he felt a zing of heat flood down his spine. His gaze held hers for several long moments, until it flicked down to her lips. He wanted to do things to those lips, he realized.

And before he could even stop himself, his own hand had moved to her cheek, thumb trailing across the soft flesh there, just beneath her cheekbones. The hand on her shoulder tightened a bit, and before he could stop himself, or give her a chance to escape, he pulled her closer, leaning in at the same time until he caught her lips with his. The world dropped out, and a tiny growling sound escaped his throat, only to be muffled against her lips as he kissed her. A second or two, a hint of tongue, and it wasn't until she finally melted against him that things clicked.

He jerked back, aghast at himself, cursing himself for his idiocy, ”Sorry, so sorry, I didn't mean...” He was already up and moving, not even bothering to grab his overcoat before he shot out the door. He felt it then. That familiar hum and pressure in the air. And Roth confirmed. The Queen was Rising, and Roth would chase. Marrow wasn't safe around Na'vi now, obviously. He would have to return afterwards and hope she forgave him his bold move, but in the meantime...The cursing was never ending in his mind.
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She watched the space where he had been, shame and chill building up in her as the moments ticked by. What had been her problem, becoming so soft with need so easily? She went to close the door quickly, not thinking to lock it, though her fingers fumbled mindless, aimlessly, in that direction before giving up and moving away to wander off in another direction. She wondered what was happening to have made him leave her so quickly, and when she reached for Chinolth, the realization of what was taking place dawned upon her. Had she not been feeling shame prior to this moment, she would have in full bloom now; she felt so foolish, but it all was so natural now that she thought about it. Why else would he have wanted her but through the lust and desires of a flight?

She scratched her arms and started to pace, more so when she felt her own thoughts begin to evade her every facet and corner of her mind. No, she wasn't going to think about his lips anymore, even if they were still ghosting over her mouth, and she had no desire to consider what his fingertips might feel like upon her skin. There was nothing about any of this that said she wanted this, especially with him.... and yet there was no one else in the Weyr she'd rather experience the moment of flight lust with than him. He would need comfort after, and she was no longer at that point in training when she had to distance herself from the subject of a sexual nature.

It was just... these things were still cool to the thought for her. Still made her frightened of what would come . But in all honesty, was Marrow like they had been? No more than two seconds had passed before her mind had softened, her fingers clenching her arms so tight had softened and she sighed "No." And yet she still found herself trying to resist the thoughts permeating every surface of her mind, because it didn't feel like her right, didn't feel like he wanted anything to do with her. She closed her eyes and went to lock the door, make sure it was at leas.t He wouldn't come back, she told herself. She wasn't worth his time...
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Roth had lost. And honestly, Mar’co was a bit relieved. With what had just happened, what he had just done, he didn’t want to ad Weyrleader into the mix. It would be bad enough...Shard it all. He cursed to himself as he fidgeted in his room, pacing. The man knew he would have to apologize. He was just...embarrassed. And he was sure their friendship was over, she probably hated him. Just damn the timing of that Flight!

It had ended, and he just thanked Faranth he had managed to lock himself in his room before letting go and joining with Roth. Candlemarks later, and he had woken sprawled on his bed. His mind racing. He had showered, drank some water, but his stomach was in too many knots to eat. Pacing...it ate at him, and he was just working up the courage to face the music. Finally, as Roth still slept, he headed for Na’vi’s quarters. It felt like years had passed, when it had only been the day.

He found himself outside her door, staring at it. The moments ticked by as he breathed shallowly. He was a strong man, but what might lie behind the door frightened him. If she hated him...A quick shake of the head, and he balled his hands in fists as he stepped up to the door. One fist raised, and he offered a quick knock, one that she might recognize as his.
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For what had seemed like hours, she'd been staring at the door, almost willing him to return. It had been such a strange thing, to find herself so obsessed with one individual, especially a man of all people. She had told herself so many times in the past that she would never become involved with anyone after what had happened at Walled, that she would never let herself become entangled in anything involving intimacy. And yet here she was, fighting urges, and needs, and desires. She closed her eyes and set her face against her knees, trying yet again to press it all away.

Training had not been easy for her, but she had managed to work her way through it with the help of klah and cold bath prior. Chinolth had made it easier as well, even when she'd broken her concentration on more than one occasion. Upon finishing for the day, however, she'd gone straight home, pulled on comfortable clothes, paced a few times, then curled up on her sofa to watch the door and... wait. But he never came, and she felt stupid, and foolish for thinking that he would.

But then came the knock of a heavy fist upon her door, and somehow she knew, and her stomach clenched, and her body lit up. She shouldn't be feeling like this, not after the flight had been over for so many hours, and yet the itch was still there and demanding to be scratched. Slowly she uncurled her legs, climbed up from her seated position, and made her way to the door, telling herself she would be calm, that she wouldn't overreact when she saw him.

That is what she told herself. It was not what happened at all. The moment she saw Marrow, Na'vi was on him, her arms wrapped around him, her face pressed against him, a soft little sound escaping her. For a moment, that's all she did, and she didn't regret it, didn't think she could, just hoped that he wouldn't hate her as her hands started to tug on the back of his shirt, as her fingers reached underneath and started to explore...
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Whatever reaction he would get when the door opened, the one that greeted him was not...quite what he was expecting. He had braced for her wrath, her anger, her offense at his boldness, the fact that what he did could very well be considered rude in most contexts, especially with the flight. He assumed she would be mad that he had taken advantage of the heat in the air, charged with the Rising Queens energy. But what he got...

Her arms flung around him, and he felt the heat of her breath across his cheek. As she pulled at his shirt, he reacted. He stooped a bit, his hands moving down her sides until he hooked her legs and lifted her up as if she were nothing. Wrapping her legs around his waist, he stepped over the threshold of her door. A quick glance during the kiss, his foot moved, flinging the door closed behind them. One hand hooked under her rump, holding her up. The other hand slid up her back, cradling her torso against his as he kissed her.

Several moments ticked by, he felt his shirt rise up his back, and he knew he would have to break the kiss if the garment was going to get peeled off by her seeking hands. Without the aura of a Flight, he could think clearly at least. And it seemed she was more than open to the kiss he had so dared to press on her lips that morning. With a grin, he breathed against her a moment before pulling his head back to catch a breath, and look at her, ”I'm taking this to mean you aren't mad at me...”
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That's when she slapped him against the shoulder, a grin on her face as she looked at him. But a second later, her lips were on his neck, and she was moving against him in such a way that suggested she really wasn't that mad. "You can make it up to me by doing a few things." She explained, though it came out in such a way that sounded far too obscene for a woman that had been up without sleep for an entire day. She threaded her fingers in his hair and drew his head to the side, whispering something in his ear, things that made her cheeks flame up almost immediately, things that made the nerves in her stomach bunch up and tingle.

Truth be told, she'd never been this bold or forward before. Intimacy had always been something to be afraid of. Marrow was different. She could trust him, let him through those barriers, if only for a little while. Sure, there was no telling what tomorrow might bring, when it all cleared up, and she didn't want to think that far ahead, but for now she paused against his ear and hoped he wouldn't throw her aside, that her boldness wouldn't be too much for him in that moment. "Do we have an agreement?" She whispered a final time, before kissing his lobe and nipping at it with her teeth.
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Oh, that sultry voice coming from her lips, he couldn't help but grin, his cheeks coloring with heat as he bent his head for her lips near his ear. As she whispered such things, his fingers tightened slightly against her, one hand lightly kneading the flesh of her rump. The other hand moved down, his fingers wriggling until they found the hem of her shirt, and slipping under it to feel the heat of her bare skin beneath his hand.

The feel of her lips so close to his ear, her hot breath grazing against his skin, that was enough to make his mind go numb, his thoughts flying out the other ear, leaving his brain to just sit and bask in the feel of her against him, beneath his hands. He barely really registered her actual words, even as he heard them. And all of it sounded....Shards...He shuddered as he walked them deeper into her room, not really even sure exactly where he was going with her.

Her lips kissing his ear, her teeth grazing against his flesh, his breath caught as his own lips turned. Leaving his neck angled for her as his own mouth sought her skin, any part of it. He managed to nudge her shirt aside just enough to plant his lips against the crook of her neck, his own teeth brushing her skin before kissing it, ”I think I can handle that...” His voice came out rougher than usual, breathy and thick with lust.
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