Relaxing

Writers: Eimi, Emma
Date Posted: 18th May 2010

Characters: Demalia, Birigundi
Description: Demalia and Birigundi spend a quiet evening together
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 9, day 6 of Turn 5

Birigundi

"I was _not_ the one who put the fake tunnelsnake in your bed, I swear,"
Birigundi protested, holding up both hands innocently. He even managed
not to spill the wine glass he clutched in one of them.

"Well if it wasn't you, then who was it?"

"I'm sworn to secrecy, but I swear it wasn't _me_. I did not condone
her actions in the slightest." He was rather enjoying reliving the days
when they both lived in the candidate barracks. Those were fun times.
Easy times.

"I bet it was D'run then."

"I'm sure it was. He had a thing for you, you know," Biri teased as he
poked her with his bare toe.

"Like I'd notice the spoilt little brat he was." D'run had been hold
bred, and the son of a minor holder and let everyone know it.

"I think he stood as good a chance with you as any." He couldn't really
remember her spending an extraordinary amount of time with any of the
guys in the barracks. Course, it was totally possible he was
preoccupied and just hadn't noticed.

"Maybe he's bothering someone else now at Far Island?" suggested
Demalia. At least she hoped he was after his transfer over there.

"I actually have heard that he's weyrmated to a crafter and they have a
child," Birigundi informed her, quite pleased with himself for knowing
that.

"I can't imagine him as a father, he just never seemed the type to get
involved with anyone long enough to want babies," commented Demalia
after a sip of her own wine.

"Maybe it was a surprise," he shrugged. Faranth knew, he'd had a couple
surprises in his life.

"Maybe," she agreed with him.

"Shards, it's nice just to sit and relax like this," Birigundi sighed as
he turned to lean his back against the arm of the sofa. He could do
this in his own weyr, of course, but it wasn't the same as with someone
else. "It's been a long day, hasn't it?"

"A very long day. If I have drills like that again..."

"Here, give me your feet." Biri knew exactly how to help brighten her
evening.

"My feet?" she questioned, an eyebrow raised.

"No one knows how to give a foot massage like a runner." He patted his
lap encouragingly. "Come on, I haven't given anyone a foot massage in a
while. Consider yourself special."

"Well if you're sure..." She toed off the loose slippers she was wearing
and lifted her feet.

"Trust me. I've rubbed my friends feet after a run. You've nothing to
be ashamed of." Rubbing each others feet had been more a necessity than
a pleasantry, of course. A runners feet were the tools of their craft
and had to be taken care of as such. His thumbs began massaging the
arch of her foot, gently at first but gradually increasing in pressure.

"Mmmm, that feels good."

"Doesn't it?" he grinned, feeling rather proud of himself. "You should
see your face. You look like you're about to melt into a puddle."

"Maybe it's a good job the looking glass is out of reach then," she
joked feeling very relaxed.

"You're not ticklish, are you?" Biri asked, his eyes glinting wickedly.

"Ummm..." she was a little, and admitting it now could be dangerous.
but it wasn't something that you could hide for long if the would-be
-tickler
was determined. "A little," she finally settled for.

"I could be so mean..." he said with a look of indecision. His hands
moved up to gently massage her calf. "But you look so happy, I don't
know that I should..."

"You might end up covered in wine if you do, there's enough left in the
skin to give you quite a drenching." Not to mention that it ruin the
mood. She was feeling so at peace.

"I don't know, would you help me scrub it off afterwards?" he asked,
raising his eyebrows suggestively.

"Ooh, tempting," Demalia grinned. "But I could let you go and have to
explain it to every one as well..."

"Or I might just wrap you up in a big old hug and soak you through," he
countered.

"And then we'd both have to explain!" She laughed.

He shrugged a shoulder as he moved on to the other foot. "Not if we
helped each other remove the evidence."

"You," she said, "have a devious mind."

"You didn't know that already?" He thought she should have figured that
out by now, considering how long they'd known each other.

"Let's just say you confirmed a very, very, very strong suspicion."

"You know me too well I guess," Biri sighed as his hands moved up to her
calf.

Now, just where were his hands going, tempting as it was, it could be
the ruin of a good friendship. She'd resigned herself long ago to
realizing he didn't like her in the same way that she liked him, or so
she thought
at least. "Is that part of a foot massage?" she asked.

"For a runner it is. Why, do you want me to stop?" Nia had always
liked the full treatment. His hand stilled, uncertain.

"No, I just haven't had a foot massage like this before."

"You just need a man to pamper you, is all." After all, Nia had often
taken advantage of his willingness.

"You might just be right there, I could so get used to this."

"Well, maybe we should have a quiet evening more often." Sometimes it
was nice to just to relax with a good friend.

"Mmmm...." Demalia could feel herself drifting off to sleep. "
'specially when it feels this good."

Last updated on the May 18th 2010

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