"I'm still half debating on throwing you off the weyrledge and onto the rocks. So from what I've heard of the long-term results of couples in 'undying love', yeah, maybe." Her eyes slid languidly shut and her nostrils flared as he tugged her hair, making her head tilt to one side. "What, more? Think you've got the same stamina as your brown?" Still, she wasn't saying no. She did smack his hand away from her hair though, before slithering back out of the furs to stand and stretch. "I assume you take your klah black?" She fumbled to scoop up a shirt—his—from the floor and tugged it on. Pants were a harder struggle, though the full effect once on wasn't to be lost. Skin-tight from the waist down, and above ovesized to the point where the V of his shirt's collar nearly reached her navel, mussed hair and a storybook of telling marks all over...
"Best hope no one else tries to trip me on the way back, or you'll be waiting a long time."
Across the Weyr, Krahsujunth moaned, low and agonized. He was going to kill that brown, if only to get his rider back to normal.
-_Wish of Tevarae_-