Wakey, Wakey, Dragonman
Dragonsfall Weyr
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Writers: Miriah, Paula
Date Posted: 3rd February 2020
Characters: G'nir, Rorela
Description: Rorela sneaks in and wakes up G'nir
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 1, day 2 of Turn 10
Notes: Mentioned: Ma'din, Harki
"Shhh, Nirreth, don't wake him up." Before daybreak, Rorela crept past
the big bronze on light feet. "I want to surprise him. " Holding up a
finger to her mouth, she winked, then silently encouraged Upinth to
use her own wiles to cuddle up to the bigger dragon and keep him
occupied.
With a grin, Rorela snuck into the weyr, tiptoed towards the bed and
found G'nir sleeping peacefully. Eyes glinting with merry mischief,
she slipped off her boots, then carefully climbed on the bed, moving
to straddle the big man's waist. With a single fingertip, she began
to lightly tickle his neck. "Wakey, wakey dragonman."
G'nir's eyes shot open. For a moment he tensed and looked like he was
about to throw her off. Then he woke up fully. "Rorela!" he exclaimed.
"I'm awake." He pressed his hips upwards, so she could feel exactly
how awake.
"Oh.." Rorela grinned, wiggling her bottom. "My, my my... someone's
happy to see me." She bent to brush her lips over his. "I guess you
missed me last night, hmm? Well, good. You can explain to D'ale
that I shouldn't get night watches from now on."
"I'm sure he'll listen to me. What gives me this pleasure?" G'nir replied.
"The rider that was supposed to have the watch last night got sick.
It ruined my plans to spend the night completely debauching a certain
Weyrlingmaster. " Rorela sighed dramatically, then rolled off of him
to lay beside him. "Sorry I wasn't here last night for dinner like we
planned."
"These things happen," G'nir said and rolled to his side so he was
facing her. "Last night it was your turn. Faranth knows how many times
I've missed a planned date when some crisis or other cropped up with
the weyrlings. So, nothing to be sorry about."
"That is very true." She stretched, then snuggled into his bed, head
propped on the extra pillow. "Harki's planning a birthingday surfing
party. Wanna be my date? We're going to sleep on the beach the night
before and spend the day in the sun. Will you have time or be able to
get away?"
"I might, with some arrangements and barring some unexpected weyrling
crisis," G'nir replied. "That beach party does sound like fun. I don't
know how to surf but I can make mean barbecue," he continued. Harki
was not his favourite person, but he could tolerate her for Rorela's
sake. Having grown up in inland Hold, he never surfed. But barbecues
or cooking meat on open fire, often associated with hunting trips
back at the Beryl Plains, was something he had done before.
A wide grin spread over Rorela's face. "She's inviting Ma'din. He
doesn't surf, so you might get to hang out with him or at least watch
him face plant in the water." Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she
studied G'nir's face for his reaction. "Just don't fling any food at
him. "
"I'll try to resist the temptation. I can't guarantee that his meat
won't be bit burned," G'nir said.
She chuckled at that, then tilted her head. "Did I ever tell you that
Ma'din and I were weyrmated once? Right after he graduated to the
wings." Her lips quirked at the memory. "It didn't work out,
obviously, but we're still friendly. "
G'nir was surprised by the flare of jealousy that hearing it made him
feel. He quickly squashed that feeling. "I do my best to be nice to
your friends," he couldn't keep certain stiffness out of his voice.
That the thought of former weyrmate bothered him, was indication of
how deep his feelings for Rorela really ran.
"I know that, G'nir. And I appreciate it. " She laid her hand in his
chest. "We're _only_ friends now. He's absolutely mad for Harki
anyway, but he gets a bit jealous about you too, I guess. He doesn't
have many friends because he can be such an ass and doesn't know what
tact is." Rorela propped her head up on her hand, watching him. "We
really don't talk about what we were to each other. Most of the time
I don't think about it and I don't think he does either. It was a long
time ago, but it was rough when we split up." She had avoided even
thinking or considering ever weyrmating again since.
The problem, she decided, was that G'nir was the weyrmating kind and
he'd admitted how he felt about her. She hadn't said those words back
to him, not yet. The thought of opening herself up again like that
scared the stuffing out of her. Part of her really wanted to, the
other wanted to brush it off, deflect with humor, and then ignore it.
She didn't know which part of her she should listen to
G'nir wasn't always insensitive, arrogant jerk, he could sense the
pain behind her words when she talked about her past. It was one
reason why he never pushed her to admit her feelings or asked her to
weyrmate. That would scare her off. He reached to stroke her face.
"Well, I know tact and was taught to be at least polite to people I
dislike. One of the few advantages of my Lordly upbringing."
She nuzzled his palm, a more softer smile on her face as she did. "I
know. You've got way more manners than I do. So..if Ma'din does bother
you, just tell him to shove his head up his rear in the crudest way
you can think of. You gotta be rude to him sometimes to get your
point across. Otherwise, he'll just keep on needling you." Rorela
sighed and then nestled close to G'nir, resting her head against his
shoulder. "Does your Lordly upbringing allow for some early morning
naughtiness to start your day?"
"Naughtiness was very much part of Lordly upbringing," G'nir grinned
and moved his hands to stroke other parts of her.
That brought a low, throaty chuckle even as she arched against his
touch. "You might be late for your classes, you know. Tsk...what an
example you're setting for the weyrlings."
"I trust my staff to handle it," G'nir repiled indifferently. He was
proceeding into more naughtiness.
Rorela sighed with pleasure as G'nir's hands touched just the right
spot. "I'm a bad bad influence...Handle me instead, dragonman." She
wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her lips to his.
"Happy to," G'nir replied.
Last updated on the February 15th 2020