Compulsive squeezer

Writers: Eimi, Paula
Date Posted: 23rd April 2010

Characters: Honalyse, U'das
Description: Honalyse tries to impress U'das with her usual success
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 8, day 5 of Turn 5

Honalyse kind of liked the brownrider. He made a lot of lame jokes, but
he was certainly good looking. She had made a point to run her hand up
his thigh earlier, not too high, but high enough to feel the strong
muscles concealed under the fabric. The greenrider was convinced that
meant his broad shoulders were not just bone. She liked a strong back
on a man. There was nothing better at ruining the mood for her than to
run her fingers up a man's back and get distracted by counting his ribs.
Or finding the easiest thing to hold on to was his protruding shoulder
blades! And he did seem to be paying her special attention with all
those appreciative smiles.

And he wasn't the only one, she noticed, out of the corner of her eye.
The Wingleader U'das seemed to have spotted her and was actually looking
her way. It made her straighten up a bit more as she laid a friendly
hand on the bicep of the man beside her. Just let the bronzerider see
how into her this boy really was. Let him wonder if it couldn't be his
arm she trailed her fingers up to feel along his nice, definitely well
muscles shoulders. Well, it _couldn't_ be him because he was old,
annoying, and his shoulders were probably covered in soft, flabby,
wrinkly, old-man skin.

U'das felt like laughing, when he watched Honalyse's show. His eyes
twinkled and he flashed her a smile.

Oh, and now he was smiling. She pretended to just notice him and smiled
back, giving him a polite nod before laughing heartily at the lame joke
the brownrider just made. Let him see how happy a young couple totally
into each other could be. Maybe he would give up his silly dream of
tumbling with a girl young enough to be his granddaughter!

U'das considered his options. He could leave them alone or he could go
there and chase away that pimple-face brownrider.

Luckily, an opportunity presented itself. The brownrider stood up and
grabbed his glass, going towards the back table to refill it. Honalyse
was left alone, which irked her a bit. But she puffed out her chest
slightly, just to give the older bronzerider something to think about.

U'das took his glass and moved over to her. "Hello Honalyse, did you
frighten him away?"

"No, actually, he just went to refresh his drink." She looked over her
shoulder and her lips twitched with a frown when she noticed he was
engaged in talking with another woman at the drinks table. Shard it!

"Looks like he found interesting company," U'das said, arching his
eyebrows.

"Oh, that's just an old friend," she said with a nonchalant shrug.
"He's very popular, you know. He has a lot of girls who are just
friends." At least he better. If he embarrassed her in front of U'das,
there was no way she was going to take her clothes off for him any time
soon!

"Very close friend too, I see, " U'das noted dryly.

Honalyse glanced, purposefully _not_ glared, over her shoulder at them.
"You obviously don't understand a woman's mind. That's a friendly slap
to the chest." And if she didn't stop touching his chest, and if he
didn't stop grinning like an idiot, she was going to accidentally drop a
bag of firestone one _both_ their toes!

"Yeah, right," U'das snorted sarcastically. "He's just accidentaly
squeezing her boobs."

"Well, why not? He squeezed mine, earlier." Or rather brushed up
against them.

Honalyse was less than amused, though, that her chosen partner for the
evening was flirting with another woman. It wasn't that she really
cared. Of course, if she were honest with herself, it did hurt a
little. But she had become a master at not admitting the truth,
especially to herself. Rather she was angry that he was doing this to
her in front of U'das, who she desperately wanted to impress. He had
all but called her a child their last meeting, and she wanted to prove
to him she was a desirable, _mature_ woman.

**Tibith, will you please ask Ashith to remind his rider that I'm
waiting over here? And if he comes back to the table in the next two
minutes I promise to do _anything_ he wants tonight!**

She took a dainty sip from her glass, thinking that would give Tibith
time to pass on the message. Turning back to look at him over her
shoulder she smiled as he hurried over to the drink table. "See, he
wasn't that interested in her after all."

"Maybe he's a compulsive squeezer then," U'das simply shrugged.

She tossed her head, laughing lightly. "Well, you know, when your
young..." Shards, the bovine followed him to the flaming drink table!

"You let your hormones rule over your sense?" U'das suggested. He rather
enjoyed these talks with her.

"You may think that it's only hormones, but we have a real connection,"
she assured him defensively.

}:Ashith's rider wants to know if 'anything' includes another person
joining you,:{ her green interrupted.

As if her pride weren't stung enough! First he gets distracted by
another woman, and now he wants to invite her into the bed with him?
But if she said no, there was no guarantee that he wouldn't go off with
that woman anyway. And she had thought he really _liked_ her... Not
only that, but she would look completely ridiculous in front of U'das,
and she just couldn't stand that thought.

**Yes. Just please come back to the table.**

Her smile had lost some of it's brightness as she turned back to the
Wingleader. "Shards, I'm just so tired all of a sudden. It must be the
wine going to my head."

"Really?" U'das' tone indicated that he didn't believe a word of it.

"Yes, really," she almost snapped back. Honalyse hadn't meant to lose
her cool. It was just that condescending, all knowing tone that he used
with her that made her feel so small all of a sudden.

U'das decided that he had teased her enough. "Well, if you ever get
untired, you know where to find me," he said and drained his glass.

The greenrider smiled, almost defiantly. "We have plans tonight.
Sorry."

U'das just shrugged. "It was nice chatting with you. See you around," he
said and started to walk way. He would return the empty glass to
kitchen.

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