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8/22/99 1:19:06 AM

Pillow Talk?
Well, things start out nicely, and end up a little risque.  So be warned,
 the conversation lingers between flirty and outrageous, though definitely 
 PG.  Innuendos are everywhere; run for your lives!                           

T'lendel's weyr
  Not as sloppy as one would expect from a man living alone, the place
 is actually quite tidy.  Though that just might have something to do
 with the noted /lack/ of furniture.  A table rests against one of the
 smooth, stone walls.  On it are the essential pot of klah, complete
 with hotstones, juice for visitors, and even a small decanter with a
 deep, mulberry-hued wine of some sort.
  Thrown in a casual, random disarray are thick, woven floor rugs.  A
 few scraped, battered wooden chairs have claimed one corner; four
 firelizards, in turn, seem to have claimed the chairs.  A small cot
 rests nearby, sheets pulled up crisply at the corners.  But more
 towards the center of the room is another bed, this one larger, and
 equipped with linens and blankets of mismatched colors, but no doubt
 they are soft and warm in texture.  Pillows seem thrown haphazardly at
 the head, yet the rumpled look is more inviting than anything else. 
 This is T'lendel's home.
  It is a winter late night.  It has finally stopped snowing, but the
 sky is still very dark, the thick clouds blotting out the sky.
On the ledge, you see Zaqith and Cairhoth.
On the perch is Tierras.
You see Sian's li'l cot here.
R'sli and Siannen are here.
Obvious exits:
Ledge

T'lendel rouses slowly into awareness again, blinking lids heavy with
 sleep. Regathering sprawled limbs, he leans against lifemate's side
 and smiles at a private greeting.

Siannen yawns, and swings her legs off the edge of her cot.  SHe lets
 them dangle, then hops off, trotting over to R'sli.  "Whacha doing?" 
 She turns as Ty wakes up, "Ty!"

R'sli yawns himself, blinking against the muted light of the glows. 
 "Siannen," he groans.  "It's the middle of the night.  Aren't you
 tired?"  He shifts slightly, tugging blankets into proper places.  

Siannen blinks, peering at him.  "I woke up.  You're awake too..." is
 pointed out.

T'lendel sits up sleepily, giving Siannen a little smile and then
 turning towards R'sli.  "She never sleeps," he grumbles, but sleep is
 likely as much a cause for grogginess as anything else.

Siannen cocks her head, "You're right......I don't, do I?"  She beams,
 "Can I crawl in with you?  That used to make me go to sleep when I was
 little......."

T'lendel blushes faintly and shrugs, looking questioningly at R'sli for
 a moment.  Very slowly, he responds, "I guess so, sweetie -- You don't
 thrash out in your sleep, do you?"

R'sli is awake now, and he sits up as well, rubbing at his face, and
 grinning rumpledly at T'lendel.  "See?  No good deed goes unpunished,"
 he quotes, and snugs the blanket around his waist, leaving one behind
 as he crosses to the waterskin.  "Thirsty?"

Siannen shakes her head in response to T'lendel's question, and trots
 after R'sli.  "Sorta..."

T'lendel grins lazily at the greenrider, watching him move to the
 'skins.  "I could use a little something myself," comes the rather wry
 comment.

R'sli pours out a small amount of water into a cup and hands it to the
 girl.  "No more than that," he states.  "I don't want you hopping up
 every fifteen minutes."  He grins at T'lendel.  "That's a lot of cheek
 from you," he says lightly, eyes twinkling.  "Water or wine?" he asks,
 holding up a skin of each.

T'lendel takes a moment for thought before replying, "Depends on how
 long we plan to stay up."  Yes, he's like this without his klah, and
 yet...if they're just going back to sleep... "I think I'd best stick
 with the water for now."

Siannen nods solemly, and carefully sips the water, peeking over the
 edge of the cup.  She finishes, and sets down the cup, beaming as she
 makes her way over to the bed.

T'lendel grins at Siannen and pats the covers beside him, "C'mon up,
 hon."  And the bed really /is/ more comfortable than the cot, truth be
 told.

R'sli grins at T'lendel as he returns to the bed, mug of water in his
 hand.  "Here you are," he says, kissing the bronzerider on the cheek. 
 Eyeing Siannen's cot, he frown,and chews his lip as he climbs back
 into the bed.  "Maybe we can see about getting you a more comfortable
 cot," he says after a moment.  "One that the firelizards can share
 with you."  He grins.  "They like cozy places." 

Siannen climbs on up and works her way under the covers, snuggling up
 to Ty.  "I'd like that......."

T'lendel takes the mug with a smile, "Thanks."  Patting Siannen's head,
 he nods thoughtfully, then looks pointedly at R'sli, "Sounds like a
 /very/ good idea."  Gaze turning back to the girl, he smiles, "Comfy?"

Siannen nods, beaming up at both riders.  "Very comfy........but can't
 I just stay here?"

T'lendel coughs on the water he'd just taken in, nearly choking himself
 in the process, and leaves R'sli to answer that.

"One with lots of furs and rushes," the greenrider mumbles tiredly as
 he eases back into the bed.  A cheep near his head brings him up
 again.  "Right now?" he asks the red-eyed gold and brown curled there.
  "You should have thought about that before bed," he chides them, and
 turns to T'lendel.  "We may have to get up after all," he frets. 
 "Stanzi is hungry, and that means the fair isn't far behind.  We'll be
 up to our armpits in firelizards in a moment."  See?  He just ignores
 the hard questions.

Siannen frowns, detecting the evasion.  "Ris-siiiieeee.  Why can't I
 stay here?"  She sits up in the bed, and peers at him, her hair
 tumbling into her face.

"Because you're getting big," is the matter of fact reply.  "Too big to
 be sleeping with us every night."  R'sli sits up, and looks around the
 floor for his smallclothes.  "Now, who knows where we put that tray of
 meatrolls we brought up last night?"

T'lendel wipes the back of his hand along his mouth before finally
 answering Sian, "Besides, sweetie, it'd just be too crowded." Tone
 light, he teases, "See, look, you're already caught in the middle. 
 What if you had to get up suddenly, hmmm?"  Especially after drinking
 lots of water.

Siannen ohs, "I suppose."  She grins at Ty's question, "I can slide out
 the bottom.....That's what I used to do."  She demonstrates, and
 stands at the foot of the bed for a moment before crawling up again.

T'lendel just rolls his eyes, "I think it's under the table over
 there."  He points across the room.  Then, expression curious, he
 asks, "Yours don't hunt for themselves, or is it just because it's
 nighttime?"

"Mine?" R'sli has found his smallclothes and begins pulling them on. 
 "Mine usually eat with Zaqith, but she just ate yesterday in Southern,
 and the fair wasn't there.  So now they're hungry, and she's full." 
 He grins, and recovers the tray.  "I think, though, that they'll
 ignore us if we just leave the food out."  He slides the tray onto the
 table, and sets Stanzi before it.  "There you are," he says to the
 little gold as he returns to the bed.  Soon, the rest of the fair
 arrive in a blur of wings.  "See?  It can get scary sometimes."

Siannen giggles, "Yolkie likes cookies.....I dunno where he is though. 
 I think he's asleep."  Which means one less mouth to feed.  She
 smiles, "I can wake him up and have him get yours.......never mind."

T'lendel chuckles softly at R'sli, then lays back in bed, head pillowed
 on his interlocked fingers.  Staring at the ceiling, he seems almost
 pensive.

Siannen peers curiously at Ty, cocking her head before poking him a
 couple of times.  "What's wrong??"

R'sli climbs back in, casting a glance at T'lendel.  "Half-mark for
 your thoughts," he says, leaning over Siannen.  "Unless you're wary of
 small pitchers, that is."  He grins, and tousles Siannen's hair.  "Go
 to sleep, Button."

Siannen giggles and leans over to kiss T'lendel's forhead before
 snuggling up to R'sli.  She blinks sleepily a few times, before
 stuffing a peice of her hair into her mouth and closing her eyes. 
 "G'night Ty, g'night Rissie......"

T'lendel lifts one brow at mention of small pitchers, "Nothing wrong at
 all."  He smiles, breathing in slowly, deeply, before murmuring, "I
 was just wondering at how ... right things are."  His gaze stays
 firmly on some indeterminable spot above him until Siannen gives her
 goodnight kiss, at which point he rolls on his side, facing the other
 two.

T'lendel *warns... A girl died from a hairball just recently, you know.
Siannen *heard about that.....It might be wise for someone to take the
 child's hair out of her mouth.......I'm leaving once R'sli poses, just
 so you know...

"I hope that's a good thing," the greenrider says with a grin.  "It is
 for me, at least."  He reaches over Siannen to tug at a sandy lock
 with emotion.  "I keep pinching myself."

Siannen falls asleep.
Siannen has disconnected.

T'lendel smiles almost shyly, even as he steadily returns the look. 
 "I'm still more than a little surprised myself."  But he's certainly
 not complaining.

R'sli grins lopsidedly.  "I heard some bitterly disappointed girls in
 the laundry this morning," he says softly.  "I'm not the most favored
 rider among the single women of the Weyr."    He chuckles, and leans
 back into his pillow.  "But I'm not worried about it," he says. 
 "They're just jealous."

T'lendel grins as well, "Good.  Because you shouldn't be worried." 
 This time, the bronzerider is the one to prop himself up on an elbow,
 looking down at R'sli, "I'm certainly not going to listen to a thing
 they have to say." His grin deepens, tone velvety-light, "And you'll
 still be /my/ favorite greenrider."

R'sli adopts a look as close to Siannen's as he can manage.  "Do you
 really truly mean it, Ty?" he asks with a slow smile.  "Your absolute
 favoritest?"  He snuggles closer, then sighs at Siannen's somnalic
 barrier.  "Let's put her in her own bed, shall we?"

T'lendel chokes at that comment, struggling not to wake Siannen with
 laughter, yet his words are quite serious: "Of course."  He blinks,
 shakes his head, "Of course you're my favorite, that is."  He frowns
 at Siannen, then, "Won't she be upset at waking in her own cot,
 though?"

R'sli shrugs.  "She'll get over it," he says with a msichevious grin. 
 "But you can't get over /her/ this way."  He leaves that comment
 hanging in the air, for all the innuendo it carries.  

Eyes darkening at the thoughts such comments bring, T'lendel smiles
 down at Siannen, brushes a strand of her hair back from her mouth, and
 then grins back at R'sli, "You know?  I think you're right..."

R'sli chuckles, and worms around to lie on his belly, wriggling
 enticingly.  "Do you want to move her, or should I?"  His skin carries
 the blush of onsetting proddiness of his lifemate.  "It'll just take a
 minute or two."  He snuggles into his pillow, grinning at the
 bronzerider with a waggle of eyebrows.

Just a minute or two? ... Bronzerider blushes suddenly, and turns to
 scoop up Siannen, "I'll do it."  She's such a little thing, for an
 11-turn-old; she's quickly carried from the larger bed to her own cot.
  And T'lendel wastes no time in returning to the bed, though he merely
 watches the greenrider on arrival, gaze traveling slowly from top to
 toes, and back again.

"See anything you like, sir?" comes the impudent question from the bed.
  R'sli wiggles his toes and his top and all the interesting bits in
 between.  "Just sing out if anything pleases your eye."  

T'lendel chuckles, laying out on his side and then brushing his fingers
 along the other's longish bangs, "I like this."  He lightly brushes
 the bangs to the side, then moves his hand to the greenrider's lips,
 lightly rubbing his thumb across them, "And these."  He leans forward,
 placing a teasing kiss on those lips and then drawing back.  Eyes
 meeting R'sli's, he pauses.

R'sli looks back steadily.  "And that's all?" he says with a look of
 mock-disappointment.  "And here I thought that there was more to it
 than that."  He rolls over and catches T'lendel's head, drawing him in
 for a more serious kiss.  Who needs wine, when there's a proddy
 greenrider in your bed?

T'lendel breaks the kiss off long enough to grin against the
 greenrider's lips, "/Some/one's getting pro-ddy..." comes the amused
 murmur.  Yet T'lendel's hands are exploring again, this time without
 singling out any particular feature for notice, "I like all your
 parts, R'sli."  Innuendos heightened by the placement of his hands as
 he speaks.

R'sli squeaks against that placement, and blushes.  "Well, you knew
 that going in, didn't you?" he asks with a chuckle.  "I like all of
 you parts, too," he admits, placing his own hands on those parts he's
 most fond of.  "They make a nice package."

T'lendel looks properly flushed as well.  "R'sli.." he groans softly. 
 Don't be a tease.  Bringing one hand up to frame the man's cheek, he
 kisses R'sli firmly on the lips, then runs his tongue across those
 lips.  "How early do we have to get up, anyway?"

R'sli thinks a moment, screwing his face up.  "Inferno has a sweep
 second watch, I think.  But I don't have anything tomorrow, unless one
 of the other Weyrs calls for me."  He smiles.  "Why?  What did you
 have in mind?"  He's kidding, right?  He looks innocent enough.

T'lendel glances over at Siannen's cot, then back at R'sli, grinning
 slowly.  "I just wouldn't want to keep you from being able to perform
 tomorrow."  He gives another teasing kiss, "If you've got duties and
 all.  Not because you didn't get enough sleep tonight."

R'sli hohos.  "Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?" the greenrider
 asks with a grin.  "You tend your own straps, mister Sweeps-in-the-Morn
 ing, and let me worry about how I perform."  He pulls the bronzerider
 closer, hands roaming once again.  "Okay?" he murmurs into that mass
 of tousled hair.

T'lendel just grins, not bothering to argue as he moves closer.  He can
 rise to, ah, that particular challenge any number of ways.  And words
 just aren't his choice at the moment.  "s'fine." A pause. "I have
 absolute faith in your performance, R'sli."

"Two shows a night and three on restdays," is the reply, accompanied by
 a wriggling that's sure to draw attention.  "Command performances to
 be scheduled at your leisure."  S sly grin, and a batting of those
 violet orbs.

T'lendel is all attention, chuckling deep in his throat and drowning
 the sound in a kiss.  "And the price of admission?"

R'sli waves a hand.  "For you, a special fee," he says with a grin. 
 "You get a lifetime pass for..." and he whispers in T'lendel's ear,
 breath puffing warmly, the most wonderfully naughty price.

T'lendel's eyes widen a touch at the price, lips curving into a wicked
 smile.  Yet it's the first part he soon focuses on.  A life-time, huh?
  Well-spoken for a proddy greenrider.  He captures the hand that waved
 and nibbles on the fingertips.  "MMmmm, you taste good."  He angles
 his head back to grin, "Everywhere.  Even your ... toes."

"My toes, huh?" chuckles R'sli, drawing the bronzerider closer.  "Well
 you've got a very particular flavor yourself," he says, kissing
 T'lendel most seriously.  "Now.  About that price," he says, one hand
 snaking over to drop the shield on the glows all the way, plunging the
 room into darkness.  R'sli's voice penetrates the darkness with one
 final comment.  "I think you'll find we have a most reasonable payment
 plan...."

Fade to Black
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[Tryst] T'lendel hugs.  Sleep well.  And thanks for yet another
 wonderful bit of RP.
[Tryst] R'sli runs, then.  G'night!  See you tomorrow, most likely!  We
 really should get out and mingle...
[Tryst] T'lendel grins.  Yep.