At Your Service

Writers: Elaine, Emma
Date Posted: 31st January 2006

Characters: Hanni, Toriat
Description: Hanni provides Toriat some company
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 9, day 23 of Turn 3

Toriat was still at the tables even after dinner. He wasn't sure what to do for the evening yet, so had grabbed some Ale and stuck around.
He wasn't purposely sitting alone, he just didn't want to intrude on anyone. He looked around the room. Too bad he and Birigundi weren't on good terms, he'd been a good man to share a drink with, but he wasn't here right now anyways.

"Need some company?" asked Hanni.

"Why yes, thank you," Toriat said, smiling up at the rider. "I was getting a little lonely."

"And we couldn't have that," she said, slipping into a seat next to him.
"Not in a place like this."

**Thats a little akward** Toriat thought. He'd have to turn uncomfortably to speak with her. **Why couldn't she sit across?**
"Oh, I know," he replied, "Theres such a variety of people here, and so many. It almost seems silly to spend any time alone."

"Exactly," she replied with a smile. "And you are not alone now."

"No, certainly not," he said, desperatly polling his memory for the rider's name. "Your name is Hanni right?"

"That's right." She smiled, "And you are?"

"Toriat, Journeymen Tanner, at your service" he replied.

A journeyman tanner, she thought. Should be good for an evening's pleasure at least. "And just what sort of service did you have in mind?"

"Its just a phrase," Toriat laughed. "If you did need any help with your leathers, although I'd rather not return to the workshop at this hour..." his face frowned a bit.

"Oh?" she said, pretending disappointment. "You see my leathers are in my weyr..."

"Is there a problem with them?" Most people made a point to visit the tannery during decent hours, but perhaps this rider had been busy. "I guess I could take a look right now if you wanted."

"I'm not sure," she replied. "You'd need to take a good look at them, on and off me."

"Oh, so its not your straps then?" his estimation of her went back up again. Jackets weren't as high a priority to fix as straps. "No, I wanna take a look, least I can do for the company."

She rose to her feet, offering him her hand. "It's this way Journeyman."

"Thank you, Hanni," he said, taking the hand as he stood up. "So, how long have you been riding?"

"I impressed less than a turn ago, graduated a couple of months back."

"Oh sorry, belated congratulations!" Toriat replied. "I had no idea, I guess you just appear more experienced."

"But I am in other things," she teased, amused by his seriousness.

"Oh, what exactly... if I may ask?" Toriat responded. He did notice the beastcraft knots but he doubted she continued to practice as a rider if she was still an apprentice. By her tone Toriat was afraid he was missing some joke.

"Things you don't need knots for," she said. "Things to be shared between two people."

"Oh," he said, nodding, at first not sure what she was talking about.
"Oh!" he said then realizing what she meant. He couldn't help a double take, looking over Hanni again. He did manage not to blush though, to his credit. "It would be- unfair," he spoke a bit haltingly, "to have knots for that. don't you agree?"

"Just a little," she grinned. "Although you might want to test my claim, see if I'd be 'worthy' of those hypothetical knots." As they arrived at her weyr she continued, "You'd enjoy it as much as I would, I'm sure."

"Well, I'm _hardly_ a fair judge, of, of such things," he said, stammering a bit. He began rubbing his neck a bit, a nervous gesture of his. "Is this your weyr? Lets take a look at your leathers."

"Why don't you let me be the judge?" she suggested. "I could model the jacket for you, then you could help me... take it off. I might get hot wearing it."

Torait finally realized what a fool of himself he made, he began replaying what he could recall the beginning of their conversation was. "Shards!" he said hitting his head. "I'm sorry Hanni, I actually though you meant you needed help with your leathers." He made, as if to leave, but stopped. He wasn't sure he wanted to. But even if Hanni was still willing considering the mixup, she didn't deserve him.

"I guess thats why I'm lonely, I'm so oblivious. I c- could stay, and take a look at your jacket, if you, really wanted too... show it off still?"

She nodded, maybe the evening wouldn't be a waste after all. "Let me just get my jacket, and you make yourself comfortable." Maybe this journeyman was just shy, he didn't seem the type to prefer men.

"Can do Hanni," he said, circling a bit to find a spot to sit. **Now, be prepared for _anything_** he told himself, waiting.

Hanni disappeared onto Samdrath's ledge, coming back momentarily in her riding jacket. There wasn't really anything wrong with it, but with a handsome man to study the seams, and hopefully her, all would go well tonight.

Toriat stood again as Hanni came back. He smiled, realizing she really _had_ put on her jacket. "Hmmmm," he said, studying the jacket from a distance. "Something seems a little off, but I can't tell what, from here.
I think I _will_ have to take a closer look." He took a few steps towards Hanni.

"Right here," she said, coming to stand very close to the Tanner, "See this?"

"Well, I'm not sure," Toriat said, carefully tracing a finger down the seems on the front of her jacket. "It might be a little loose, I'd have to examine it closer."

"I'll take it off for you," she offered, sliding it slowly off, allowing it to catch on her tunic and pull it slowly. This meant the cloth was pulled tight acros her figure, emphasising it..

Toriat had to try and stop himself from showing how Hanni's charms were completely working. "No here, let me help you with that," Toriat said reaching out, pushing the jacket off her shoulders. His arm snaked around her shoulders, the other hand going to support her kneck.

She wriggled appreciatively as he helped her out of her jacket. "There is another way you can help me," she said, taking the arms around her as a signal. She leaned closer, kissing him.

Toriat reciprocated. He couldn't completely lose himself in it though.
Even as he became more bold, he was still deathily afriad people would be unpleased with his inexperience.

"I said the jacket would make me hot," she murmured after a moment, when the kiss broke.

"I'd say the same thing about that tunic," Torait said, leaning in for another kiss, his hands beginning to explore her a bit more.

"Perhaps you could hep me out of it?" she suggested, reaching for his belt.
"Clothing can only get in the way."

As she tugged on his belt, thoughts of inadequecy quickly flew out his mind.
Other things were triggering. "Yesss, I can do that," Toriat whispered into her ear, as he fumbled with the ties on her shirt. He knew his hands weren't the gentlest, but he couldn't help it, caressing to her peaks...
Toriat may not have the expierence of most, but when risen to the task, he became quite lusty.

"This way Journeyman," she managed to say, leading him to the bed. The evening had reached it's best part no doubt.

Last updated on the January 31st 2006

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