Sneak Peak (PG-17)

Writers: Chelle, Eimi
Date Posted: 21st May 2010

Characters: Qorri
Description: Qorri delivers laundry and accepts gratitude and appreciation.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 9, day 15 of Turn 5
Notes: Features an unnamed brownrider
Rating: PG-17

She was holding the tunics and trousers in her hands, neatly folded.
Frowning, she negotiated the stairs as best she could as quick as she
could. Shorthanded due to a virus that was going around, the Headwoman
herself was delivering laundry.

It did say something-Qorri was not above doing anything she asked her
drudges to do. Coming to rest before a door, she called before
entering. "Laundry!"

"Right!" came the call back. A young brownrider came out of his bathing
chamber wearing trousers, but nothing else. He was still running a
towel through his klah brown hair. The towel was neatly deposited over
a high-backed chair to dry as he passed it. "Here, let me help you with
that."

"No thanks, I've got it." Walking inside with an air of authority, it
was obvious she had done this a time or two. Qorri set the clothes on
the table, careful not to ruin the folds. "I believe all of these are
yours. Do you need to make sure it's there?"

"I trust you," he said, smiling at the Headwoman. She certainly had an
authoritative way about her. "Unless you want me to make sure nothing
is mixed in. I can check if you like."

"Please do. I'd hate to get all the way down there and it not be right."
The task almost done, Qorri had time to look around. Noticing the
brownrider, she could appreciate the half naked body. That was one good
thing about living in the Weyr-always well-muscled males running around.

He looked at her over his shoulder, noticing that she wasn't exactly
looking at his clothes. Mature women had always seemed to be able to
appreciate him more than those his own age, and this one certainly had
the look of confidence and wisdom about her. "Does something of mine
interest you, Headwoman?"

"What? Oh..You keep a clean weyr. That's a very good thing." She nodded,
coming back to his face since there were only so many places to look in
a stone weyr. "And you have a good tailor."

"Thank you. It's always nice to hear I have good taste." Girls his age
also never seemed to appreciate that. He took the opportunity to let
his eyes wander up and down the Headwoman as well. "I think we might
share the same tailor."

She frowned for a moment, seemingly to size him up. Qorri could read a
lot into a person in a short time. It helped her to pick people. "What
else do you think?"

He shrugged a shoulder, not feeling at all embarrassed to be honest. "I
think it wasn't my clothes you were looking at."

"And what if it wasn't?" She continued to frown, and her arms came up to
cross over her chest, but her stance wasn't combative.

"Then I think it's only fair, Headwoman, that you return the favor.
You've had a taste of what lies beneath my tailoring. Might I not have
a peek?" His eyes held a spark of challenge and his grin a touch of
arrogance.

"A peek of what?" Oh he was direct. That was an admirable quality.
Could he play games though?

"Well, you've seen me naked from the waist up. Can't I have the same
privilege?" He very much doubted she was shy.

"Be sure that it is a privilege." And with that, she allowed herself to
unwrap the linen dress she was wearing, enough to expose one breast.

"That's very close," he said, his grin widening as he took a step
closer. "But that's only one. I've hidden nothing from you." He
reached out to gently tug at her collar. "Down to your waist. You've
obviously got nothing to be ashamed of. Show me."

"You don't get to make demands." And just like that, she was tied up and
covered, turning to leave. "A male's upper body is a common sight around
a Weyr."

"So is a female's," he pointed out. "But I would gladly show you the
lower half if you would do likewise."

"Perhaps...you would be so glad another time." She had stopped in the
doorway. She had already dallied enough and Qorri had things to do.

He walked towards her, a knowing smile on his lips. Reaching for her
hand he pulled her inside, but didn't take her far from the stone wall.
Instead he backed her up against it. "I want to see it again before you
go. I hardly had a chance to get a look. Same one, if you like, but
fair's fair. You got a good look, let me have mine. You lose nothing."

"Hurry about it then. I have a full day." Quickly, she undid the laces
again and the brown mass was revealed.

He did indeed admire it as he ran a finger lightly along the exposed
flesh. Leaning closer, the brownrider placed a kiss on the side of her
neck, knowing that her 'full day' was not really what she was thinking
about. If it had been really so important to her, she would have been
gone long before. She might very well have to go soon, but he wanted to
make sure she had something to think about besides work as she went
about her business that day.

This one had potential. He needed to learn a few things, but the makings
were there. While he was groping her she did a fast grab of her own,
placing her left hand on his rear.

Trailing feathery kisses up her neck to her ear he whispered, "I never
did look at those shirts. They may not all be mine. I think you should
come back later."

"Mmmmm...perhaps if there's time." She moved away and fastened herself
up again before making a quick exit. She was late and she _hated_ that.

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