Want, Take, Have

Writers: Emma, Miriah
Date Posted: 12th July 2014

Characters: Demalia, Ma'din
Description: Ma'din and Demalia verbally spar.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 8, day 4 of Turn 7

Ma'din

Another Threadfall, another scoreless flight. Ma'din tugged Aznith's
straps off and with a slap, sent him into the water for scrub as
ignored the soft keens of dragons in his wing that were being treated
for their own injuries. As far as he was concerned, the injuries were
their own fault and he felt no sympathy for them.

He tugged off his helmet, striding by others in his wing without
comment. There were no shared claps on the shoulders and no words of
camaraderie. Wingmates had learned early on that he was not interested
in it.

"The strong silent type," remarked Demalia as he stalked past. Her
wings drills had finished earlier and Tapheth was already out of the
water ready to be oiled once she had dried off a little.

The words made Ma'din stop to eye the green rider with a snort and a
raised brow. "Good to know I fit into a category. Really." His voice
was dry, sarcastic.

"Or maybe it's the edgy, don't bother me type that categorises you?"
she suggested, matching his sarcasm. Tapheth leaned her head over,
intrigued to see what her rider was interested in.

At that he leered. "Oh...I like being bothered on occasion, but only
from women that are worth my time."

The greenrider snorted at that. "And I suppose thats a woman who has
something to offer, like when her dragon rises."

"Pretty much." His gaze slid over her slowly, pointedly. "You're not
in my wing, so unless you're offering something now, I've no use for
you."

She returned the gaze, looking him up and down as he had done her.
"Well now I know that you have to be the leave me alone type, I think
that is what I might just do."

He shrugged, clearly nonplussed. "Suit yourself. Don't plan on chasing you."
He paused and smirked. "Until your green rises, then you might see
much more of me. Maybe more than you want."

"I hope not."

A slow smile grew on Ma'din's face. "Now you're just becoming a challenge."

"Maybe, maybe not." She pointedly turned away ready to attend to her
dragon's needs.

There was a sharp snort. "Just like a woman. Can't give a clear answer."

"Who said men were any better?" The greenrider picked up the paddle
she used for oiling her green and began to apply herself to the task.
"Or maybe it's just you?

"Maybe it is just me." He shrugged. "Don't really care either way."
His head tilted to the side as he looked her up and down again. "Well,
at least you have a nice ass going for you."

She would have to admit, to herself at least, that he did seem to possess a
rather nice rear end himself. But telling him would probably give the cocky
jerk more reason to act as full of himself as he was. "Nice way with words
you have."

"I'm not here to impress you, sweet cheeks." The words rolled off his tongue
smoothly while he kept gazing at her hips with appreciation. "Turn a bit."

"Maybe you could move yourself?" she suggested.

He did, he walked around to her side then slowly around to her other side,
lips pursed as he slid his eyes downward, then upwards. "Not bad."

"I could say the same about you," she said. "But then you opened your
mouth."

He shrugged, uncaring. "And? So what?"

"And proved that the package might not be worth unwrapping after all."

"Same could be said about you, sweet cheeks. A nice ass is one thing,
but it doesn't mean the other side is going to be any good."

"Whatever." Demalia shrugged.

He echoed her shrug. "No matter to me. There are plenty of other women with
nicer asses."

"Then maybe you should just go find one of them to try your crazy brand of
flirting with."

At that, Ma'din tossed his head back and laughed. "Have a bit of ego
there? I wasn't flirting with you. I was looking at your ass. There is
a difference."

"Oh really?"

"Really. If you think just staring at your ass is flirting, then maybe your
green is a bit proddy. If I was flirting, I'd actually make an effort to get
you to like me." He shrugged. "As it is, I just like looking....for now."

"Whatever," she returned his shrug. "Maybe I should just sort my green out."

"Well, if she is, then I'll make sure that Aznith pays close attention to
her." He gave a wide toothy smile.

"If she'd let him, she seems to have sense."

Ma'din took a step closer, deliberately invading her personal space.
"No green has sense during a mating flight. They just _lust_. " His
smile became heated. "Just like their riders."

"You wish," she said, stepping back to put some space between them.

He took another step forward, negating the space she had just
attempted to reassert. "No, I know. I've been in several and won my
fair share. And it's always passion and lust that takes over. You and
I both know it."

"Sometimes it's different."

"We'll have to see then, won't we?" He gave a toothy grin. "I'll see you
when your green rises."

"If you want," her tone implied she didn't give a damn, but part of her was
wondering what sort of a time they'd have between the sheets.

"Oh, I think I want." Ma'din's gaze slid insolently over her. "And
I'll have. Eventually." He inclined his head in farewell.

Last updated on the July 14th 2014

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