Caught In the Storm

Writers: AL, Cali
Date Posted: 31st January 2010

Characters: B'lamick, Briata
Description: B'lamick and Briata are caught in a sudden storm, and things get heated.
Location: Elsewhere on Pern, River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 7, day 14 of Turn 5

Briata

"Very." B'lamick said with a grin as he grabbed the overshirt he'd removed to get the the undershirt he'd cut into strips. He started to put it back on and then realized that most of the left side was soaked. Frowning, he dropped it back down to the floor and started to pull off his flight pants that were wet on the backside as well as up to both knees. The tight pants he'd worn underneath weren't much better and he raised his eyes to Briata, a helpless look on his face. "I think I've got two bad choices, wear wet clothes and be cold, or take them off and be cold. You any better?"

"No...not really." Jewel crooned in her ear and Briata scratched the little creature. Her neck was warm at least. "I'm hoping the fire will change that in the very near future. For the moment, she stood and shivered. If they had known how bad the storm was, they wouldn't have had to worry, but the fire had been put out and the wind had blown in during their goings and comings. Despite the meager warmth from the fire, the place had gotten quite chilled again.

B'lamick didn't like to see Briata look miserable like that. It was his fault that they were there and he felt helpless to remedy the situation. "Why don't you strip down and get under the blanket on the bed. I won't peek I promise. I'll lay couple of your layers out to dry and once they do, we can switch."

Briata's face coloured, even though B'lamick promised not to look. She stammered and started to protest, but then looked down at herself. The fall in the snow had gotten her wet and if she stayed wet, it would take her three times as long to get warm and her clothes to get dry. She was cold and shivering. He had a point. "But...what about you?" She made a vague motion toward him. "You're shivering now too."

"Ladies first." He joked. "Come on now, no arguements."

"All...all right. Turn around." She felt bad, but Briata was too cold to argue much further. She waited until B'lamick's back was to her, then peeled the clothing off of her save for her underclothes. She jumped into bed and felt her teeth chatter as she huddled in the blankets. "Cold bed!"

B'lamick gave out a bark of laughter. "Don't worry, body heat will warm it up soon enough." He picked up the pile of clothes she'd dropped and layed out the driest of the pants and shirts off the table and turned his back to the fire in hopes it would start drying his pants as well. A wind chose that moment to blow down the chimney and he shivered as it chilled him.

"You're cold." How obvious. As loathe as she was to give up one of the covers, Briata couldn't just let him stand there and shiver. "At least take one of the blankets and wrap yourself. It will help."

He shook his head. "They're not that thick, you need them both. I'll be fine until the fire warms this place up. I'm tough, I promise."

"You're going to catch your death. Something is better than nothing." Briata still shivered herself. The bed was warmer than the air, but her own body wasn't as warm as it usually was. She curled up a bit more, but her eyes remained on B'lamick. She didn't want him to get sick.

B'lamick didn't budge. He stared at her, her body curled up and shivering, and knew she couldn't spare the blanket. They watched each other for what seemed like an eternity to B'lamick, but eventually another gust of wind hit the fire and flew up a shower of sparks around him and pulled his attention away from her.

"B'lamick..." He was going to freeze or get sick. Briata sighed and pulled one of the blankets off. She stuck out just enough of her arm to hold it out toward the bronzerider. "Take one before I have to knock you out and make you take one."

"Put that back on." B'lamick took the blanket and placed it back over her on the bed. He kneeled down and looked her in the eyes, his face inches from hers. "Keep the blankets on, please, for me."

"You're going to freeze." It wouldn't do him any good to get sick because he was an idiot. "You need to get warm. You've got the fire, but there's that drafty air...and that's not going to do you any good either."

"You get warm, and then maybe I'll take one." He grinned and playfully kissed the tip of her nose. He hadn't meant to, he hadn't thought about it, but now that it was done, he didn't know how she would react to it.

Briata blinked, surprised by the action, but not displeased. Still, that couldn't distract her too long from the situation. With a sigh, the girl let her hand slip out again. "Close your eyes."

When B'lamick obeyed her, Briata gave him another demand, "Don't you dare peek." She flipped aside the cover and shivered as the cold air met her skin. She hadn't realized what a different the short time under the covers had already made. Briata reached out and turned B'lamick around then tugged him down on to the bed, his back to her. It was a tight fit, but fit they did.

B'lamick lay there for about a second before he shot back up and took the one step available to him away from the bed to the fire. "Hey now, I've got soaked pants, you don't want to get your blankets wet." He realized that his breathing was more rapid and he was slightly lightheaded, but he attributed it to the quick rise up off the bed.

"B'lamick, you're going to get sick." There had been a reason Briata had told him to close his eyes. She flushed as his hasty retreat had left her exposed. She quickly covered herself once more. "You've got to get warm."

He felt heat rise across his body as he saw her exposed skin. Somehow, the concealment her underclothes gave excited him more so than the numerous naked bodies he'd seen in the baths. He was reminded of their run in after the goldflight, of how his hands had run over her body when his mind had refused to think. It had only been a fall that had brought them to their senses and stopped them. "I'll uh, just stand here by the fire. They'll dry soon enough."

"Blamick...please? Just don't look, it will be fine." It wasn't like they were doing anything they shouldn't. Briata wasn't trying to embarrass either of them, though she could see the colour in B'lamick's cheeks and was certain that hers matched his own. She was more concerned about his health than anything. Wet and cold would make him more likely to get sick. "Just til you're warm."

B'lamick couldn't take it anymore. "Briata, don't you get it. It's a bad idea. You don't... You're... It's just a bad idea."

Briata sighed. "Fine. Then I'll get dressed and you get under the covers. I'm warmer now." Not warm enough, but certainly warmer than what B'lamick looked. His shivering was worse and would only get worse the longer he stayed cold.

"Do not move." he commanded, "You stay under those blankets, your clothes are nowhere near dry."

"They are drier than you are." Briata sat up though she kept the blankets around her. She slid off the bed and padded over to her clothes. They were still wet, but they were at least partially warm. Warm and wet was better than cold and wet, though she knew it wouldn't last long. "I'm half thawed, you're freezing."

B'lamick grabbed her by the blanket covered shoulders and pushed her back down on the bed. Startled, Briata grabbed at him and pulled him down with her. He felt his feet tangle with the blanket and he was suddenly on the bed looking down at Briata. She was so beautiful, her eyes large as she looked up at him with surprise. Terrified, and yet somehow emboldened, he stared at those big green eyes as he lowered his mouth down slowly onto hers.

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