Harki's Pants, V'kelo's Shirt

Writers: Bree, Yvonne
Date Posted: 18th June 2007

Characters: Harki, V'kelo
Description: Harki cleans her weyr. Sort of.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 4, day 3 of Turn 4

Her weyr was a mess. Harki sighed as she picked through the wasteland
of clothing and dirty cups and wished she'd done something other than
doze in the sun during the restday. **Lazy, is what...** she thought
dismally, and was slightly disappointed when Cerillith agreed. Stupid
dragons. Weren't they supposed to love you unconditionally?

Her pants were missing. The greenrider ran a hand through her hair
and glared at her furniture. She should get rid of it all. Live in an
empty weyr. It'd be so much easier to find things, like her favourite
pants. They were wherry hide and soft with age, and maybe a little
worn out at the knees but not enough to throw away. Perfect for
drills... she sighed again and started looking. Clothing threw as she
tossed it around, and she didn't stop until there was an ominous
*crack* and a *splash*.

"Shards!" Harki spun to survey the damage the thrown sweater had
caused. A large jug which she had thought empty had been knocked over
and was leaking its dregs onto the floor... no, onto V'kelo's shirt.
The greenrider groaned. Why did it _always_ have to be red wine!?

~*~

She soaked, scrubbed, cursed, and wrung the offending garment out
before Harki admitted that she was no laundress. The greenrider
knocked sheepishly on V'kelo's door later that evening with the
mangled garment half-hidden behind her back and hoped for the best.
Although with V'kleo, one never knew...

V'kelo answered the door wearing the pants Harki had given him and a
broad smile that faded when he caught sight of what Harki had been
trying to hide behind her back. "Shards, woman. If you don't like me
wearing clothing, just _tell_ me already."

"It was an accident," Harki said sheepishly. "But it's your fault
anyway for leaving your stuff any my weyr. It's messy enough without
_you_ making it worse!"

V'kelo held his door open a little wider in obvious invitation. "Well
why don't you come in and mess up my weyr for a while? I won't even
put any clothes on, just in case you take an irrational dislike to
them and decide to start a bonfire or spill dinner on me."

She sniffed and moved past the brownrider, and was relieved to see
that V'kelo hadn't cleaned his weyr, either. "You make me sound like
some sort of- of _catastrophe_."

"No, just extremely ruthless in the name of fashion." He plucked his
tunic out of her hands as she passed and held it up against his bare
chest. "What did this poor thing ever do to you, Harki?"

"_I_ didn't do anything. _You_ abandoned it in my weyr."

The brownrider tossed the offending tunic over the back of a nearby
chair and caught Harki around the waist. "I _forgot_ it in your
weyr," he corrected, leaning down to kiss the side of her neck.
"Wherever it landed when you tore it off."

Shards, but he felt good. It had been a while since Harki had a lover
who'd stayed longer than a night or two, and she'd forgotten how nice
it was when a man knew how to make her toes curl and send shivers
down her spine. The greenrider smiled in spite of herself. "See? This
is why you can't have nice things..."

"Mmmmm..." He chuckled against her neck. "You can light every last
piece of clothing in my weyr on fire if you want to, gorgeous."

She wrapped her arms around his middle and let her fingers play along
the planes of his back. "Is that a promise?"

"Maybe..." He bent as if he was going to kiss her again, but instead
tossed her onto his shoulder and dragged them both to the couch
before collapsing with her in his lap. "But first I'm going to finish
my dinner. Want to share?"

"No." Harki stuck her lower lip out in a pout and swung a leg around
V'kelo's middle so that she could face him. "I'm not that kind of
hungry..."

V'kelo's grin got wider. "Is that so?"

"Are you going to finish eating, or are you going to take me to bed?"
she demanded.

He glanced at the plate, then back at her. "I'm going to get in
trouble if I pick the wrong choice, aren't I?"

The greenrider snorted. "What do _you_ think."

"I think I'm taking you to bed," he replied, scrambling to his feet
and sweeping Harki off of hers. "But if I pass out from hunger while
I'm trying to satisfy your voracious appetite, you've no one to blame
but yourself, gorgeous."

"I can deal with that." Her plan had worked - he'd forgotten to be
mad about the shirt. She kissed him and let him carry her off to his
bed, and decided that she'd done rather well for herself.

Last updated on the June 19th 2007

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