Who

F'in, Delila

What

Just what you think it might be.

Contains sexual themes.

When

It is evening of the tenth day of the sixth month of the third turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Igen Weyr

OOC Date 28 Nov 2014 08:00

 

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Archives

A grand room, lost to more pressing concerns, the Archives hold many treasures well past their prime, from instruments to examples of older flying gear and agenothree tanks. Faded and disused Records lean tiredly against their shelves, their bindings peeling and creating layers of dust on surfaces long left without maintenance. The floors are dirty, various footprints creating crisscrossing paths between rickety wooden chairs and drunkenly off-kilter tables. Columns rise upward to the ceiling, hung with glow-baskets scarcely tended and fast losing their strength. The hum of activity is duller, here in this forgotten space — few visit in search of historical facts.

It is the tenth day of Summer and 87 degrees. It is a clear night.


F'in leans back in his chair, jaws splitting with an expansive yawn, followed by an equally expansive stretch, shivered muscles and cracking joints. The chair ceeaks alarmingly as he reaches the extent of the stretch and collapses back down. "Ugh. Eyes crossing." He and Delila are just wrapping up Khamsin's weekly, the wounded, the ready, the recidivists. He'd normally be doing this with Jaelynn or Th'bek, but in the last weeks, he'd been calling in other members of the Wing so they could get some insight into what the leadership roles entailed. If nothing else, to cement that they had no interest in it or not. He rubs at his eyes and sniffs, "I think that's the last of it." He plucks the report in front of him up and looks at it again, eyes sandy. "If folks heal up like we expect," and nothing untoward happens in between, "We should have enough active riders for the next Fall." He nods at the page and signs it, passing it to Delila for her review and signature as a collaborator in its preparation. He takes a deep breath, looking at the pages in front of him, squinting, "Unless you have something, I think we're done."

Delila hmms as she looks over the paperwork and takes the time to read it very carefully. She takes this extremely seriously as she is honored to be invited to help participate and be a least a small part of helping the wing's leadership trio. Delila finishes and signs it, "It looks all good. Nothing that's official business, but are you going anywhere after this?" She asks as she doesn't want to delay F'in for something important.

F'in stifles another yawn, watching Delila scan the report carefully. He grins, glad of her attention, because his eye for detail was definitely taxed at the moment. He peers out of the high windows of the archives, consulting Rhakanth even as he does, both sets of senses giving him the time of day — evening comes. 'Nothing official.' F'in's interest sharpens, "Probably grab some grub." Keep the non-perishible bits back. Do some sparring. Hit the baths. "What's on your mind?" Wingleader to Wingrider, but also clutchmate to clutchmate.

Delila clears her throat and she self consciously smoothes her uniform out a bit, "Well we've had the mating lecture and I've talked to Kyara about this as well on my own. She said that I should look for someone that I like and someone that I should trust. There are only 2 males that I know in the weyr that meet those qualifications. What I am trying to say well rather ask is if you would have any interest in helping me out with a problem I have before Amazolith rises. I want her to fully enjoy her flights and right now I can't do that. You can say no and I won't ask again. I don't want anything else from you I promise. I'm not trying to trick or fool you or anything else like that. This is purely for Amazolith. I'd um…like you to help me lose my virginity."

F'in's brows tick at Delila's unease, cocking his head in canine-like curiosity and then purse-lipped 'OH' as the words tumble and tumble and tumble out of Delila's mouth. So many words. But… well… yeah. One of two, huh? He and… Th'bek? Not Sa'id. This was tricky turf. His smile for Delila is fond, opening his mouth to say something, smiling and then closing it again. He beams, "Of course I'll help," he leans forward, "I'm a great wingman." Maybe he doesn't exactly understand what Delila's asking…

Delila breathes a sigh of nervous relief at least the asking part was done. "Wait? What? What do you mean wingman?" She asks as she doesn't understand what F'in means, "I know you are good when we drill, but what does that have to do with what I just asked?" She is confused and she looks around before she leans in close, "F'in you know what I just asked you right?"

"Not that kind of wingman." F'in's still grinning, "To help you meet guys." F'in'd have good instincts for someone who'd treat Delila right. Now, where to look? Maybe amongst the Crafters… Some of the younger journeymen. Or… Traders. He had some cousins that'd be — He pauses his train of thought, blinking, looking at Delila closely. Her eyes slightly wide. Hands nervous. Breathing a stitch thready as she leans in close. Oh. OH. "Oooohh." He's a REALLY good wingman. "I'm…" He'd said he'd do anything for his Wingmates. Though, uh, this hadn't really entered his calculus when he'd so vowed. 'You know what I just asked you right?' AHEM. He does. NOW he does. He'd been propositioned before, certainly. But not EVER in such a manner. Not ever by a virgin. Delila. Sweet Delila. Putting herself out there. If he says 'yes,' then they… images, unbidden, flash in his mind. Heat. Woof. THAT. If he says 'no,' then she'd go talk to the other guy with that 'no' in her heart (it simply doesn't enter his mind that he's not her first stop). Or… maybe not ask at all. Or… end up with someone she didn't trust. He takes a deep breath. He'd ask if she was sure about it being him… but… she'd already brought herself to ask and was clearly uncomfortable. And then… he recalls the shaky relief she'd sighed with when she'd thought he'd agreed. Her ease palpable and then her confusion. She was sure. She was asking. Because she trusted him. And when she thought he'd said 'yes,' she was relieved. F'in looks down and rather through the hides they'd spent the better part of several candles going over, "I do," understand, he nods. Sweet Delila. So far out on a limb. He has so many questions. Few of them matter against what she's presented him with, "I will." His mind reels back to her earlier question about the balance of his evening. He looks up at the greenrider, there's a very curious expression in his light blue eyes, something part fierce part tender, "Were you thinking," he glances around the Archives and back to Delila, "Tonight?"

Delila breathes another sigh of relief as F'in gets it this time. She nods a little bit as her cheeks flush a little bit, "Yes tonight please if it's convienient for you. The sooner the better. I don't want to be a virgin when Amazolith rises. She's not glowing yet, but every day brings that day closer. Thank you F'in. Like I said I'm not looking for any type of relationship from you after this other then friendship. Just cause we do it this time doesn't mean that I'm available to you okay? This is just for Amazolith and after it's done right we are just friends."

It's pretty on her, that flush. Now the shift has been made, F'in's looking rather more intently at Delila. He blinks, "Convenient?" He smiles, a sunny look that brightens the room, "This is… It's… important," he licks his lips, smiling again, he can't seem to help himself. "It's not something to…" he shifts on his chair, he'd likely had more experience of a woman's sexuality than Delila had, "…rush?" What a strange day. What a sweet duty. For the Weyr! "Just because you're not choosing to do this like you might normally… it's, well. It," he shrugs, "It can be whatever you want." F'in stomach growls, a ragged roar of protest, "But, uh, why don't we get some grub and talk some more."

Delila nods a little bit as she picks up the papers, "Some food sounds good F'in. We can talk about it if you want, tonight I'm putting myself in your hands." She puts them in a folder and hands the folder back to F'in. "Here you go." She hopes she's doing the right thing with this, but it feels like it's the right thing to do. She's following Kyara's advice and she hopes that F'in doesn't break her trust.

F'in gathers up the hides and folios, taking the folder that Delila places in his hands. By her own admission, not the only thing she's putting in his hands. And, oh, Delila… there will be some breaking. But not of trust. F'in gestures the greenrider ahead of him. Clutchmate, wingrider and friend standing as he stands. "After you." F'in shakes his head, smiling bemused at the young woman as he follows her out of the Archives. Just when he thought he'd gotten a handle on things, new and unexpected curves appeared. AHEM. So to speak.

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