Suspicious Jammies

Writers: Shawna, Sia
Date Posted: 6th December 2024

Characters: N'kevyn, Aydhan
Description: N’kevyn attempts to hide his firelizard mishap from his weyrmate
Location: Barrier Lake Weyr
Date: month 1, day 18 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: Garion, Aydhara

N'kevyn

Aydhan

N’kevyn had managed to go to bed after Aydhan and get up before her the first night, in large part because rolling over onto his stitches had kept him from sleeping terribly well, and their normal schedules had kept them apart the next day. The second night, however, he’d been in bed reading when Aydhan came into the room. With a suspicious suddenness, he said cheerfully, “Well, I’m tired, so good night,” and immediately turned over and pulled the blanket up to his neck.

Suspiciously, he was wearing a long sleeve shirt that he’d slept in during the draftiest of High Reaches winters.

"No you don't," Aydhan said gleefully. Part of her wanted to see how far he'd go with the bit, given that it was summer and sweltering hot compared to High Reaches, but the thought of him sweltering in bed next to her in his scratchy long pajamas was enough for her to pull the blankets back and climb on top of him. "We moved here because I never wanted to look down at these awful woollen jammies again. Come on." She tugged a little on his shirt, trying to catch a feel of his stomach.

“Hey,” he protested, “there’s nothing wrong with fuzzy pajamas,” except for right now, when he was sweating in them. His hands moved quickly, grabbing her wrist and gently pulling it away from his stomach.

“It’s late,” he tried again, though it wasn’t that late, “I’m tired.” His thumb was making little circles on her wrist, and he couldn’t find it in him to do more to push her away.

"No it's not." Aydhan complained. "You can't tell me you're comfortable in all these layers."

“Maybe I’m coming down with something?” His voice sounded a little too questioning.

"I could make you some rivergrass tea, if it's a fever." Aydhan said innocently. She slipped a hand out from his and placed it on his forehead, her frown just a little too concerned.

That made him scowl, “That tastes terrible. I'm sure I'm fine. Just… chilly. There's plenty of fun that can be had with my shirt staying on,” he added suggestively, moving his hands to her hips. Except when he tried to gently lift her, the sudden tug at his stitches and cuts made him wince.

"Oh yes, pants down to your knees and socks still on?" Aydhan teased. "And they say the romance fades after time. It's not chilly. Maybe you are getting sick. Rivergrass and brassica, just in case it's a cold. I have extra in the cupboard." She shifted a little, making to get off him and go get it.

“It’s you I wish would leave your socks on,” he said, tugging her back in place, “no. None of your bitter teas.” His hands slid up her sides, pushing her own shirt up, “I can have a lot of fun with my shirt on.”

"I don't doubt that, but it makes _me_ itchy." Aydhan said as she let N'kevyn remove her shirt. She slid her hands underneath his again, teasing, "though if you're into it I can always linger near a storage closet tomorrow so we can happen upon each other."

“Aydhan,” he scolded, trying to squirm away from her hands (mostly because he was fairly certain he was in fact sweating under the shirt). “Maybe we should save our energy for a storage closet adventure tomorrow. Anticipation makes everything more fun.”

"So does repetition." Aydhan said cheerily. "What happened to 'I'm never wearing pajamas to bed again'? Did someone walk in on you cooking naked?"

“Yes. It was awful and I’ve decided to take a vow of… clothes.” It was getting harder to focus on why he shouldn’t let his weyrmate pull the itchy hot pajamas off of him.

"It wasn't one of the kids, was it?" Aydhan said cheerily. "Did Aydhara witness anything she shouldn't have…?"

“No. Aydhara learned to knock.” N’kevyn frowned up at her suspiciously. “You’re very chipper.”

"Why not? I have a very handsome husband, even in his scratchy long underwear." Aydhan said, "How did your latest firelizard hunt with your daughter go? Did the whistle work the way you thought?"

“Oh, it went wonderfully,” he lied. “It called firelizards right to me. I’ve got a good feeling about next hunt. I’ve just got to fix up my vest. It… got caught on something.”

"Caught on what, darling? Firelizard claws?"

His eyes narrowed and he accused, “You know. Garion tattled.”

"Garion is a _professional_." Aydhan chided with a grin. "Your daughter tattled the moment you two got back. How bad is it that you're trying to hide it from me? Or is it just the pride that's been bruised?"

“I can’t believe your daughter is a snitch,” N’kevyn said. “You should be embarrassed.” Still, he awkwardly pushed himself into a seated position, one arm clearly giving him some trouble. “Just some stitches. Give me a hand?” He started trying to shrug his way out of that awful wool shirt.

"Our daughter shows loyalty to no one." Aydhan said as she carefully and finally peeled the shirt off him, "I saw she was wearing my boots. Now let me see those stitches. I need to know how much mobility the healer ordered."

“I was given no restrictions and no followup instructions… I assume he knew you'd wind up being the one taking the stitches out,” N'kevyn admitted with a resigned grumble.

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