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Fulfilling a Bet

Writers: Miriah, Yvonne
Date Posted: 26th January 2018

Characters: Harki, Rorela, Paetri, Ma'din
Description: Harki doesn't lose bets.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 2, day 5 of Turn 9
Notes: Follows 'Double Dare'.


Harki dressed up.

The greenrider in a dress only usually happened at Hatchings, and it usually involved hem lengths that would make a Holdbred woman faint. Harki had shapely legs and liked to show them off. Usually. Today she had a bet to fill, and so she sauntered into the Dining Cavern in a full length skirt that would be more appropriate at Amber Hills Hold than at the Weyr. She paused at the door to wink at her companions, then scanned the room for her target-- who was currently absorbed in dinner. **Perfect.**

Harki grinned at her conspirators over her shoulder, then schooled her expression into something between 'I'm perfect and a little dim' and 'I just took a swallow of sour milk' before sashaying across the dining caverns to where Ma'din sat. "Oh Maaaaaaaaa'din!" she cooed when she was close enough to be heard. Her voice was as melodic as a herdbeast in the fields - and carried about as far. "Would you like me to bake you cooooooo-kies?"

A drink was half lifted to his lips when his name was cooed loud enough to wake a wher during daylight. "What the f..." Ma'din turned, brow knit and when he saw who exactly it was, the furrowed brows arched nearly to his hairline. His eyes flicked over her, taking in the out-of-character skirt and the vapid expression on Harki's face. He blinked, then his head fell back as a deep belly laugh erupted from him. "Faranth, I never thought you'd come out that drunk in public!"

"Oooo!" Harki collapsed into a heap of fluttery fabric on the bench beside him, folding her hands beneath her chin and blinking at the brownrider like an idiot. "I would _never_ drink! How crude!" she said in a breathy voice. "I am merely happy to see you, my Ma'din! How was your daaaaaa-aaay?"

There was no mistaking the giggles from the other table, or the snort from Paetri as she tried to stifle them. Ma'din turned to scowl at the pair of greenriders who he now noticed were watching. He turned back to Harki, trying to ignore the others at the table who were watching with interest. "They drugged you." He leaned away from her, just a little. "Please tell me that they drugged you."

The greenrider shook her head vehemently. "Ooooo, noooo! I am a good, virtuous woman who would _never_ be drugged! It's _improper_." She leaned forward, trying her best to look vapid. "I am _very_ proper. All the time. It's only proper."

M'adin just stared at her for a moment, blinking slowly. He then turned his head slightly towards the giggles and one brow slowly raised as his lip corned lifted. "Very proper, hm?" He leaned forward, resting his arm on the table. "Good. My boots need cleaning." He lifted a foot and placed it on her lap. "Well? Get to it."

Rorela hid a grin behind her mug.

Harki gave the brownrider her best simpering smile as she held out her hand, palm up. "Hankerchief, dragonman? I seem to have misplaced mine."

His brows rose. "Misplaced? I thought a proper lady always had several on hand. How disappointing."

"A _proper_ lady also knows how to improvise. And how could I _poooooosibly_ not clean my man's little booties when asked?" Harki paused for dramatic effect, then, with a twinkle in her eye, began the noisy work of summoning a giant loogie.

Ma'din moved his boot with a grimace. "You are your friends are insane. I hope you know that."

"Oh, noooooo. We are very proper." Harki slurred slightly.

"Rorela's about as proper as a trundlebug. Paetri's the only one of you three that even comes close." He scooted back with a grimace and finally dug out a piece of cloth, handing it to her. "Here. Spit that mess out before you drool it out."

She delicately lifted the handkerchief to her lips and spat, making eye contact all the while. "You _sure_ you don't want your booties shined?" she asked, waving the wet cloth.

"You're evil, woman. Did you know that?"

"How rude." The greenrider sniffed and lay the handkerchief on the table between them. "I demand an apology!"

"Not a chance." He flicked the handkerchief away before she could grab it again. "And who came up with this..." he waved his hand at her, "...idea?"

"You don't liiiike it?" the greenrider asked. Her smile was positively wicked.

His brows arched and he leaned forward. "What makes you think I'd ever want a submissive woman?"

She batted her eyelashes at him. "Maybe you'd better find out just how submissive really I am."

"Fine. Clean my weyr. While you're naked."

**I can work with naked.** Her eyes were full of mischief. "I'm a terrible housekeeper."

"You said you'd be submissive." He pointed out. "That means no excuses."

Oh, but there was still so much room for interpretation... Ma'din would be pulling his hair out by the end of it, or he'd give in to temptation and they'd end up exactly where she wanted to be. This would be fun. She batted her eyelashes again but couldn't quite suppress her wicked smile. "No excuses."

"Very well then, pet." He waved at her. "Get going. Time to clean."

Harki stood. "You'd better come along to inspect, brownrider. I'd hate to do a bad job."

"After I'm done eating." He smirked at her. "I'll be up in a moment, pet."

"Of course." She smirked back. "Pet."

Last updated on the February 1st 2018


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