Confused by Emotions

Writers: Cali, Rebecca
Date Posted: 5th March 2006

Characters: F'gol, Aletta
Description: Figol and Aletta share an uncomfortable swim, then a green flight makes it even more uncomfortable.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 10, day 26 of Turn 3

"Aletta!" Figol called as he jogged down the rocky beach towards the girl. He had just finished helping to carry Master Yonkel's trunk down to the boat he was taking, and he had hoped to sneak in a quick swim before he was expected back. Once he reached her he added, "Hey, how's Fat Face doing?"

"Getting fatter. You keep feeding Fickle whenever she shows up begging, she'll be the fattest flit in the weyr." She shot back.

He just shrugged. It wasn't his fault if Aletta didn't feed her enough and she sought him out for a meatroll or two. Deciding on a safer topic, "I was going to sneak in a swim before I headed back to the Hall, you up for one?" "Sure, it's a nice day." she smiled at him.

"Well let's go!" he called as he headed towards the water's edge. He kicked off his shoes and trousers, almost falling face first into the sand as his foot got caught in his leg. He had planned ahead and had shorts on underneath, and once he got his foot free shucked off his shirt and jumped in. Aletta wasn't far behind. Unlike Figol she had no compulsion about remaining dressed and discarded everything before hitting the water in a graceful dive. "Water feels wonderful." she said resurfacing.

The harper's eyes went wide as he turned to Aletta's voice behind him.
He couldn't help but let a soft "Wow" escape his lips before his hall conditioning took over. "Where's your underclothes!" he cried as he turned away. "Why get them wet?" she was puzzled by his reaction. Then she remembered he was hall bred. "Shards, Figol I'm sorry I forgot."

"Um, it's okay," he said sheepishly, looking anywhere but at her, "You just surprised me is all, I've never turned around to find a naked girl next to me before."

Aletta was temped to laugh but managed not too, only because he wasn't looking at her. She moved deeper into the water to make him feel better. "This help?"

He turned, both pleased and somewhat disappointed when he couldn't see anything past the tops of her shoulders in the water. "It's fine really," he added, trying to sound like he didn't care. "I know you weyrfolk do things different; you just wore a suit last time we went swimming so I just forgot." "It's not like I planned to go swimming today." she replied. The way he said "you weyrfolk" bothered her. Like there was something wrong with riding a dragon.

"I know, and I..." Figol looked up as a shadow covered them, and then instinctively ducked as he saw a green dragon dip down towards them several blue, brown and bronze dragons chasing after her. "Whoa!" he cried as the green swooped back up and out of sight, the chasers not far behind. His body was flushed and flooded with energy and need. He had felt it before and tried to control it like he had been told he must. "A green flight?" Aletta smiled. "They rise all the time. You get used to it." Her animosity was fading, being replaced by dragonlust, not as intense as it would be if her own Farsith was the one rising, but still intense.

He felt like he was having a hard time breathing, and Aletta's naked proximity was definitely _not_ helping! "It was so close..." Aletta decided then that if he wasn't going to make the first move she would. Closing the distance between them, she leaned over and kissed him.

Figol couldn't help himself, he kissed her back. It wasn't just a peck either, which was the sort of kiss he'd gotten before at the hall, this was his first full on mouth to mouth _kiss_. "Wow!" he breathed out the word as their lips separated, "What was that for?" "Because I _like_ you." she kissed him again before he could reply.

And he didn't mind in the least. His eyes closed, he reached up and cupped her face in his hands as their lips pressed against each other, glad that their feet were still able to touch the bottom sand. He felt her leg brush against his as she started to move closer to him and he broke the contact abruptly, putting some space between them. "We need to stop... I think." he said, his voice cracking.

"Why?" She certainly didn't want too and made sure he knew it.

Why indeed? His brain fumbled for some reason; her lips felt so good as they touched his, and he was pretty sure _other_ parts of their bodies would feel good touching too... "Because we have to." was all he seemed to be able to come up with. "Because... it's not really us, it's the green's flight, and we'll regret it later." He couldn't believe he was saying those things, if his dorm mates could hear him talk... But he cared about Aletta, and he didn't want to take advantage of her. "I know I won't regret it Figol, why should you?" she wanted to reminded him that she was a greenrider; she knew what was a flight and what wasn't.

"See...that's what I mean, the _normal_ you wouldn't say that." His exasperation was starting to stifle his longing for her lips so he used it, "A sevenday ago you were freaking out because people were gossiping about us. Now you're naked and wanting to _do_ things with me!"

Aletta glared, annoyance overriding any other emotion. "I was freaking out because you're a harper. The hall is picky about stuff like that.
Besides, did you think I was just going to say, "Big deal, people are talking about us. I'm not like _some_ grgreenridersou know. I don't bed hop!"

He threw his hands up in the air, confused by not only her words but by _both_ their emotions. "Look, I think I had better go, I've got a class to go to." "Then go!" she marched out of the water, grabbing her clothes as she passed them. She would not turn and look back. She didn't want him to see the tears in her eyes.

Last updated on the March 5th 2006

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