No Bashfulness Here

Writers: Heather, Miriah
Date Posted: 21st April 2014

Characters: Z'an, Chaysea
Description: Z'an, ChayseaChaysea is trying to avoid naked, attractive people, but Z'an is having none of that.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 6, day 17 of Turn 7

Z'an

Chaysea had heard that standards and decorum at the Weyr were
different. She'd heard the stories of how they went around
half-clothed. And she had paid them little attention... Until today.
Passing by the Weyrlake proved to be more embarassing than Chaysea had
imagined. It was a nice sunny day at the tropical Weyr and gobs of
riders were half-clothed (or NAKED!) at the Weyrlake bathing their
great, majestical dragon counterparts.

**I should have walked another way.** Chaysea told herself. It had
taken only one glimpse of the hardened, bronze bodies of the riders to
make her blush. She kept her eyes on the ground in front of her,
walking at a quick clip in the attempts to get away as soon as
possible.

"Whoa there, kitten." A pair of bronze toes appeared in her line of
sight. "Watch where you're going." The voice was rich with humor and
curiosity. "Can't see much by watching the ground." Z'an stood, hands
on his hips and only wearing a swimming suit that clung to his skin.
"As much as I would love to have you run into me, I think that's not
what you're trying to do."

Chaysea's eyes slowly traveled up the bronze legs in her vision,
passing over a trim, muscular torso, before resting on a handsome,
smiling face. She gulped. She would have felt much better about
talking to this man if he had more clothing on. As it were, his
rippling, bronze muscles that were glittering with beads of water...
**Chaysea, make sure you are not drooling.** Her eyes snapped back to
the man's face, "Ah, yes. That's what I am trying... not... to do."
Although now that she looked at him she was fairly sure that running
into him wouldn't be so bad.

"But why not? I like to think I'm a rather good view." Z'an tilted his
head, mirth sparkling. "At least, so I've been told. I don't mind if
you look all you like. " He glanced over her with sheer appreciation.
"Please...feel free."

She was fairly sure that her ears were going to burst into flame at
any moment on the sides of her head, and what a sight that would be.
"Well, that wouldn't be entirely proper, would it?" Chaysea answered
back, although it took severe concentration to keep her eyes on Z'an's
face. Everything below the neck was far too tempting.

Z'an tipped back his head and laughed softly. "It's entirely proper
for the Weyr. I enjoy being looked at." He tilted his head. "You're
the new Headwoman, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am. And you are?" Chaysea asked, lifting a hand up to shield
her eyes a bit from the sun so that she could look at Z'an properly.

"Z'an, rider of brown Vicarth." He offered his hand. "And I'll say
that you're a much better sight than our last Headwoman." He winked.
"Of course, she attacked me the first time I ever talked to her."

Chaysea raised an eyebrow at that, "Well, I can't say as though I plan
to attack you, unless perhaps there was a gold flight happening,"
there was a hint of humor in her eyes, "but since there's not, I
suppose you are safe enough for the moment."

"Really? Well, that's a disappointment." Z'an grinned. "I wouldn't
mind at all if you attacked me. I might enjoy that. Being safe is
often overrated." He waggled his brows playfully. "So, Headwoman, what
are your plans this evening?"

"No plans, really," unless you counted taking dinner in her office as
she went through hides. Chaysea decided this dragonrider probably
thought her pathetic enough with her inability to look at him without
blushing, so she didn't add the part about eating in her office.

"That's such a shame." Z'an took her hand and gallantly bowed over it.
"Would you like to have plans? It seems that I am free this evening as
well and would love to get to know our new Headwoman."

Chaysea's cheeks felt heated, but she was pretty sure she wasn't
blushing as much as she had been before, "I think that would be great,
Z'an." She liked the thought of getting to know the Weyr people
better.

"So you'll have dinner with me? I promise to be on my best behavior."
He put a hand over his heart. "Unless of course, you don't want me to
be."

The Headwoman laughed, bringing a sparkle to her eyes, "Well, let's
try you on your best behavior first."

"And then later I can misbehave?" He waggled his brows playfully and
gave a roguish wink.

Chaysea found herself shaking her head, although there was a smile on
her lips, "One step at a time, sir, one step at a time."

Z'an inclined his head. "If the lady insists." He gestured down at
himself. "I'm guessing that clothing will be required?"

"Well, I have a hard time forming sentences that make sense
because..." she gestured to the general area of his muscled torso, "so
some clothing would be good, I think." She met his eyes with a smile.

His grin was wide. "Shards...and I promised to behave." Z'an gave a
low chuckle. "Very well. I will endeavor to be properly
clothed....this time."

"Good. I'll be in my office this evening," her smile turned a little
more flirty, as she winked, "I will be waiting."

"And I will be there."

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