Everything Will Become Clearer

Writers: Dana, Emma
Date Posted: 9th September 2005

Characters: K'sedel, Ciara
Description: K'sedel and Ciara spend some time together down at the cove
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 7, day 14 of Turn 3
Notes: Part 2 of 2. Follows "What Are You Doing?"

K'sedel

Ciara

It was a beautiful evening, thought K'sedel as he walked along the beach to meet Ciara. The figure of the greenrider was silhouetted in the setting sun, which appeared large as it appeared to sink down into the sea.

Ciara had been here for a while, watching the waves lap up against the shore. She'd always loved coming down to this particular little cove when she was a child - and she still came here sometimes, but not as often as she used to. Being here brought out the more girlish side to her: she was barefoot, had tied her shirt up, cuffed her pants up to the knees, and she'd let her hair loose from its usual braid, letting the breeze play with the thick strands.

Sensing someone coming up behind her, she smiled and turned her head to look at him.

"Greenrider," said K'sedel by way of greeting, a smile slowly making it's way over his face.

"Weyrleader," she replied with a smile, but the tone of her voice was not as formal as his title.

She looked almost like a child, he thought as he studied her. It was the hair, loose and blowing slightly in the breeze. "Shall we?" he asked, holding out his arm.

Ciara took it. And it was a woman's arm that was linked through his, a woman's body that was pressed lightly up against him, a woman's face as it turned to look at him before her lips gently brushed across his cheek. "I don't think we could've picked a better day for a walk."

"No, it's a beautiful evening," he smiled at her, feeling very aware of her closeness to him. "And looks like it could stay that way, for a while at least."

"Mm-hm... It probably will," she replied as they began to meander down to the damp sand of the shoreline. She glanced down, watching as the water lightly lapped against her feet before curling back, leaving a trail of white foam in its wake. "I hope the rest of your hidework went well?"

"All dealt with until the morning, so the evening is ours to use as we wish," he replied. It was nice, being out like this, the sand crunching under his boots. The gentle sound of the water was relaxing, you could almost imagine there was not a care in the world here.

At his reply, she looked up and gave him a smile, but couldn't quite keep that impish gleam out of her gray eyes. "I'm sure we can think of ways to pass the time..." she pointed down at his boots, "but I think you should take off your boots first."

"You really think so?" he said, somewhat reluctant to let go of her arm.

"I really do," she replied gravely, but she was grinning at him. "How can we walk further downshore if you have your _boots_ on, hmm?"

"In that case, I'll consider it," he teased, gently slipping his arm free.
He bent to one knee and smiled up at her as he worked quickly to unlace them.

"That's _much_ better," she grinned, watching him.

Switching position, soon both boots were unfastened, closely followed by his socks. The socks were rolled into balls and stuffed into his boots, which he swiftly laced together and slung over his belt. As he stretched out his feet in the sand, he gave a sigh of pleasure. "Aaah, that feels good."

"See?" She tucked her arm in his again and pulled him with her.

"You were right," he said with a smile.

They walked along further downshore in an easy silence. Then she paused to look out to the horizon. "I used to come here all the time when I was a weyrbrat."

"I can see why," he said, really looking around. "This is such a beautiful place."

She looked at him. "Did you run across any beaches when you were young?"

"I grew up at the Farmcraft Hall, near Sapphire Meadows Hold, quite away inland there. No beaches unfortunately."

"But I'm sure you rode runners through the meadows?"

"I did," he replied, not mentioning just who it was that he had ridden with. Memories of his wife before their marriage flitted briefly through his mind, but that felt like a lifetime ago. They had ridden out to get some privacy, whilst supposedly checking on crops, it made him smile to himself, Naishea would have liked Ciara.

She watched him, her head tilting to the side thoughtfully. "They were good times for you..."

"They were indeed," he said turning to Ciara, "There are good times now as well."

She smiled at him. "Yes there are."

"And there is every chance they could get better," he said.

One brow rose and she slanted him a teasing look. "How much better?"

"This much," his arms went around her, gently bringing her close as his lips met hers.

Ciara relaxed in his arms as she responded to his kiss, gently at first, but then with a little more passion.

"See," he teased after the kiss finally broke.

One hand moved to gently stroke through his hair and she gave him a rather impish grin. "Oh, I do see. But maybe you should make it a little...clearer?"

"In that case..." His lips found hers again.

Ciara moved, pressing herself gently closer. Yes...he was making it clearer. A whisper of a grin flitted across her lips as they slid from his to lightly, teasingly, kiss the corner of his mouth.

"Keep doing that and everything will become clearer still," he murmured.
She was as close as she could be, and his hands were occupied with holding, caressing and teasing her.

Ciara slid her lips down the side of his neck. "There's nothing wrong with that," she murmured back, shivering as his fingers found some rather sensitive areas.

And there they remained, for quite sometime, just enjoying each others pleasure.

Last updated on the September 10th 2005

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