Like a Lady

Writers: Heather, Suzee
Date Posted: 1st March 2013

Characters: W'ser, Sasima
Description: The pair enjoy some time together.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 12, day 4 of Turn 6

W'ser

Sasima

After her shift ended Sasima had gone to the baths and scrubbed every
inch of herself. Work could be strenuous at times carrying things up
and down the back steps of the Weyr. Of course, if you were assigned
some of the upper weyrs, there was also the weyrlings on elevator duty
who could take you up and down the cliff face. But that meant getting
dressed for the out of doors and it was cold out there this time of
year.

She had a small bit of perfumed soap she'd found discarded in one of
the gold riders trash and used it to give herself an extra special
smell this evening. She didn't have the marks to spend on such things
but pretty things that had been broken or discarded by others found
their way to her rooms. She guessed that many of the other drudges
were the same way. Not that she could fault the Weyr's provision. She
didn't want for food or company should she desire it. But there were
no luxuries wasted on the staff. Her sole gather dress was carefully
wash and pressed. She'd found a lovely blush colored dress in the
waste bin, turned it and mended the frayed bottom and hemmed it a
little higher. That made it just a touch too short but a least the
threadbare parts were no longer showing.

She tucked a pretty shawl around her shoulders, another rescued
garment, and started up the stairs. After a bit of climbing from the
lower caverns she found herself back at W'ser's door. She lifted a
hand to knock. She hesitated. Her hand froze as she thought about what
she was doing. Of course she'd had a nice time with him after the
flight and that was normally enough for her. What was it about this
particular brownrider that made her break her own rules? She shook her
head at her own misgivings and tapped lightly on the door.

W'ser had left the office early that evening, earning quite a few
surprised looks from his fellow dragonhealers, but he needed the extra
time to straighten up his bachelor pad. The brownrider was usually a
neat guy, but he wanted to make sure that the fire was lit, the room
cozy, and that of course he had the wine and dessert that he had
promised Sasima. As the Weyrdragonhealer, W'ser was afforded with a
few small luxuries, but mostly he used a smile and some charm to glean
items from the Lower Caverns.

A bottle of red wine was chilling in a bucket on a rug by the fire
that was littered with pillows, along with a platter of cheese,
fruits, and sweetrolls. It wasn't easy coming by good fruit in the
cold, but W'ser, once again, had an advantage as a dragonrider who
could travel anywhere.

When the light knock came at his door, Branth eagerly chimed in to
tell him that his "lower caverns friend" was there. Smiling, W'ser
went to the door and opened it, his eyes appreciatively sweeping over
Sasima's appearance, "Hello Sasima, you look beautiful." He said as he
opened the door wider and gestured for her to come in.

Sasima smiled and flushed with pleasure at the way his eyes swept over
her. She slipped past him into the room only to find the most romantic
setting she had ever seen in her life. Her eyes swung back to him as
she felt the heat in her eyes. She had difficulty believing anyone
would do something like this for her. "It looks wonderful," she said
and went on tiptoe to kiss him on the cheek.

"Next time we'll plan ahead and I'll take you out somewhere." W'ser
promised, hoping that there would indeed be a next time. The tall
brownrider bent to accommodate Sasima as she placed a kiss on his
cheek, his hands automatically slipping to her waist.

"Come on, then." He smiled, taking her by the hand and leading her
over to the picnic on the floor.

"You'd take me somewhere?" She couldn't remember the last time she'd
gone anywhere that she wasn't running away from something. She'd
finally found and home and safety here at the Weyr. Even a friend or
two amongst the folk here in the lower caverns.

Sasima allowed herself to be led across the floor toward his picnic.
She settled down near the food but didn't reach for any of it still in
a bit of a daze at how much effort he had to have gone to... just for
her.

A small chuckle escaped the brownrider, "Of course I would. Just name
a day when you have some free time." W'ser insisted as he sat across
from Sasima on the pallet of furs and pillows. To him the indoor
picnic was a very simple affair, and quickly put together since he
hadn't expected to run into the woman earlier in his office. Had he
known something much more elaborate would have been in order. Call him
old-fashioned, but W'ser treated a woman like gold-- once he found one
that he liked. For the first time in a long time W'ser truly
interested in a woman, beyond the bed furs. The carefree and fun
attitude that he'd sensed from Sasima in their post-flight fling had
left a distinct impression on him.

"This is a very big treat W'ser," she said with a smile that lit up
her face. "I can't begin to tell you now much." She put a hand on his
arm for emphasis.

The light touch of her hand sent tingles of awareness through W'ser's
body, "Hm, we'd better start on some of these snacks before I toss
them aside in favor of a lovely lady."

She looked in his eyes a long moment before she tore them away to look
at the fine spread. She picked up a perfect piece of fruit and turned
it over in her fingers out of habit looking for the bad parts to
avoid, but it was practically flawless. She bit into the luscious meat
of the Redfruit and closed her eyes with a small sigh of pleasure.

It was obvious that Sasima was enjoying herself and it made W'ser
smile. He liked that the woman was relaxing and enjoying her evening.
The indoor picnic was a simple affair but one that was relaxing. The
brownrider leaned back on his elbows, taking a piece of fruit for
himself, as his eyes swung to the fire. It was hard for W'ser to
ignore the presence of the woman beside him, every muscle and every
nerve in his body was at attention.

For the first time in recent memory she felt in a position where she
actually wanted a man to court her and from all she'd seen of W'ser he
was someone she could trust inside her wall of protection... maybe. It
was hard for her to trust anyone after the life she'd led. But she did
truly like him. She smiled into his eyes. The effort he'd put into
this evening told her he was interested in more than just an
occasional bedmate. "Tell me about yourself W'ser."

**

Although thoughts of more had crossed his mind, W'ser and Sasima had
spent their evening together talking. W'ser telling Sasima about his
upbringing, and answering questions about his job as the
Weyrdragohealer. When he noticed the late hour, W'ser had insisted on
escorting Sasima, personally, back to her quarters.

With the drudge's arm tucked in his, W'ser smiled and turned to her
when they arrived at her door, "Thank you for joining me, Sasima." He
brought her hand to his lips.

She smiled into his eyes. He made her feel like a Lady and that had
never never happened before. "It was my pleasure," she breathed.
Another drudge passed down the hall and she did her best not to let
her eyes follow him. The news would be all over the lower caverns now
and there was nothing she could do about it. But she realized it
didn't really matter. W'ser mattered. "Thank you for a very lovely
evening."

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