[LOG] Stalker.

Log might seem weird because I'm awful and forgot to hit the button for our second half. Oops. Assume the obvious happened.

Nenita's weyr looks empty from the initial glance in. But further investigation would reveal that there's some splishing and splashing from the back of the cavern. The alcove that the bath occupies is no longer wide open as a divider has been set up to keep out any prying eyes. The little movements of water stop and eventually the sound of someone coming out of the pool is heard and the subsequent silencing of any drip-drops.

While that divider is probably really good at giving Nenita some privacy while she's all soapy and naked, it also works against her. She won't see, for instance, that K'aus has taken his liberties and come into her weyr. Safriath might see him and sound the alarm, but by then he's in and waiting in the area outside that partition. He's so close in fact that she might run into him coming out, as he's standing there like a wall in his own right, his hands in his pockets and his hair the usual tousled mess atop his head. The addition: a black mask with feathers growing out of one corner.

Maybe it's fortunate then for him that Safriath isn't there in the weyr. No alarm is sounded for Nenita and so she is in fact surprised when she comes around the corner to stumble into K'aus. Startled is a good word two and a little squeak pops out of her mouth before she silences it with one damp hand. Once that's over with, the mask is given a good long look before she makes a face and walks straight past him and into her bed chambers. There's a robe laying out for her and she changes into it without any seeming concern for whether or not he's decided to follow her in here.

He wouldn't really be doing himself right if he /didn't/ follow her. She's given a few paces though before he does, so he's a few strides back when she reaches her bed and that robe. But K'aus eats those up with calm patience, easing his way into the space behind her and ducking his head to very methodically blow on the nape of her neck.

The robe is shrugged onto her shoulders and she pulls the sash tight around her middle, drawing it closed with something close to determination. Like she's making a statement by doing this or something. Though he can't see it, the blowing on her neck does draw a reaction. She closes her eyes briefly and then rolls them upwards, rolling her shoulders. "I'm not paying any attention to you until you take that thing off of your face."

Behind her his mouth curves. Thus far K'aus hasn't laid a finger on her, hasn't spoken, and might not plan to do either. It might feel like an eternity to her, how long it takes him to come to a decision. She might sense him move, might see a shift in his shadow, his hand comes up. A moment later he tosses the mask onto the bed in front of her so she can see it. "You're no fun," he claims.

"If that was true you wouldn't be here." Nenita says confidently, shooting a glance and smirk over her shoulder at him. She moves forward and reaches for the mask on the bed, plucking it off her comforter. It's slipped into one of the oversized pockets that happen to be on her garment before she turns around.

"You're full of good points." Even if that's only been her first of the hour. He's waiting there for her when she turns, his hands clasped behind his back and his black eyes tipped down along with his chin. A tuft of his overgrown hair droops to shadow the look he gives her. This time at least she won't find his face broken and bleeding. "I'm not gonna lie I'm a little put out you didn't invite me."

She drops back onto the edge of her bed, pulling the robe around her. "You've been a little bit busy, from what I hear along the vine. I didn't think it would be right to rip you away from your vigil down at the house of ill repute." Nenita shrugs then as she looks up to watch the lack of expressions on his face. "I figured when you were done or taking a break with whatever it is you're doing, you'd come around. Not like there's a lock on my door or anything."

While it might be common knowledge that K'aus has been spending an awful lot of time at the tavern, for Nenita to know it, or more relevantly for her to bring it up against him, actually comes as a small surprise. He tilts his head back to stare up at the ceiling and nods to himself. Yes, this is what being caught feels like. The look he gives her now is tolerant. "Bitter isn't really your color, babe. Should I check in from now on, do you actually /care/ that I'm so far away?" Poke. Prod.

"I don't think there's anything bitter about it. Do you? I'm just not going to go down /there/ and start delivering invitations to my weyr when you're so occupied. And no, I don't think that you need to come checking in with me." Nenita regards him with a raised eyebrow and adds on, "And you're a friend. I didn't realize I had to do that, figured you'd just come when you wanted. Invites are for people who aren't normally allowed in your home after hours."

"I actually had no idea I was invited," mutters K'aus, looking around at her weyr as if he's only just noticed he's in it. Which means he didn't care if he was or not, and breaking and entering isn't below him. Since she's sitting and he's standing, he sets them on the same level by taking the spot next to her on the bed and lacing his fingers in his lap. "I wanted to come sooner," he tells her after a long drawn-out pause. "And my stay at the-- house of ill repute, which really wasn't fair of you, is up. I've had far too much of their questionable dealings and honestly I'm sick of it."

Nenita is still giving him that raised eyebrow for a few more long moments. She listens while he speaks and eventually her gaze will drop down to see his fingers laced across his lap. "I don't think it was unfair, I know what goes on down there. Were you just playing darts while enjoying your freetime?" She asks with a little twinge of amusement tugging at her voice. The part about being tired of questionable dealings garners a look of surprise and she leans her forehead into his shoulder. "For now? Or for the long term?"

Playing darts. K'aus's brain is far too devious a machine to let this one slip. If Nenita believes he was being laid all day every day instead of doing the things he was actually doing, then that is very good for him. "They're good at what they do," he says, which is cryptic and vague, and it was meant to be. When she leans he drops his chin in a silly attempt to try and catch her eye, silly because it's practically impossible at the moment. "I'm in your cave. And I can't leave without my mask, so."

Nenita believing he was getting laid all day every day by prostitutes maybe not such a good avenue of thoughts to help propogate in her mind. She makes a face which he may or may not be able to see (it's mildly disgusted), though perhaps he feels the shifting of her forehead while she smoothes the look out again. Very seriously and with no move to give him his mask back, "You know that that doesn't answer what I just asked you."

Women and their questions. "I know." Probably not what she wanted to hear. K'aus knows that too, which is why he seeks to interrupt her should she tell him so. "Of those two, the second one." Long term, then. "I came here from there. My stuff is out on the ledge." So literally, right from there. "Any more questions?"

My stuff is out on the ledge. Whose ledge? Her ledge? The reaction that garners would be much more appropriate on the face of a young man who's girlfriend just announced she was pregnant, she married him while he was passed out, she's moving in /and/ mom and dad are outside waiting to meet him for the first time. So quick she is to look up and try to see out past the chambers they're in to the ledge outside. "It's going up to your weyr, right?" It's all rather comical. But she can't stop at just the questions she's already asked. "Are you done getting your ass kicked?"

Give him a second to cherish her in that moment. The look on her face /is/ priceless, he's grinning suddenly when she finally speaks, his eyes wrinkling at the corners. "No. I am moving /in/ here. I'm moving so far up in here, you don't even /know/." His head tilts so he can try and let her in on the joke. "I mean c'mon sweetcakes I thought it was the right time in our relationship, you disagree." A deep breath erases the humor from his face and puts him back in with the blank look. "I think so."

His responses prompt a light slapping of her hand on his arm and an exhale of her breath. Without any bite she informs him, "You're so annoying sometimes." When Nenita looks at him again she's smiling just a little even as she moves over to press her head into his shoulder again. Because the next question has her maybe not wanting to look at his face when he gives her an answer. "You think so?"

A verdict that K'aus takes like he knows it. Just before she leans again he does first, but his lean puts him back a bit on both arms and kind of makes him even better to tilt on like she is, just now. He looks over at her again, this time to press his mouth to her hair so lightly she might not even feel it. "I can say everything's gonna be fine if that's what you want," he offers graciously.

If he's going to lean back onto his arms, she takes full advantage of the position and makes herself suitably comfortable in the new arrangement. At that gracious offer though she lets out an exhale of air and presses her lips into his sleeve before she talks. "If you think that's what I want then you can take the one possession you've moved into my weyr and leave with it." Meaning of course, that mask that she has stashed away in her pocket.

Which is perfectly fair, all of it, her taking advantage and her response. And really, K'aus wouldn't have expected anything less, in fact he probably would have been disappointed had she done any different, said any different. "Then," he pauses, to make sure what he says will have meaning, "I think so." Which is the truth, it must be. "Hey you meant annoying like in that sexy 'can't get enough of you' way, right?"

There's a dissatisfied sigh into that sleeve she's pressing into. Her fingers find their way onto his shirt where they worry at the fabric and play around with the edges. "I haven't seen you since the last time. When you didn't want to tell me what was going on. When you only told me a little bit. And your note." So maybe Nenita is a little put off or hurt or /something/ over this disappearing act that's been going on that involves him hanging out at whore houses. "No, not really. But you can believe that if you want."

Since she's blocked his try at lightening the mood he sighs again and leans heavily on the arm she's tending to while he lifts the other hand to massage the bridge of his nose. "The fucking note." Maybe he forgot. Maybe not. He slides his fingers down either side of his mouth to his chin to produce scruff noises, then drops that hand entirely. "If you knew... you wouldn't like me anymore," K'aus finally decides.

However he means that first comment in his head isn't known to her and she seems to have chosen to believe it's the 'he forgot' version of events. Nenita has begun to peek up over his shoulder at him, though her mouth is still pressed down. Her lips turn into a little frown before straightening again. There's silence after he announces what he thinks her opinion would be on the unknown subject. "You don't know that."

"Exactly." Without really looking at her, but turning his face just slightly in her direction, K'aus sort of opens himself at least physically. It's better than a wall against her. "I could be wrong or I could be right and I sure as hell don't know if I'm ready to find out." He tenses like he really is very worried, but then he gestures vaguely with that hand. "I mean who else am I gonna scare with masks."

Nenita's fingers twist around in his shirt a little more before they finally let go and pat his stomach. Then they keep patting his stomach. And it may soon become very obvious that this is some sort of thinking mechanism because it stops very suddenly and she shifts, putting herself into a position to wrap arms around his neck and shoulders, where she buries her face. "Alright. Maybe I'm better off."

The first pat is fine. The second pat is weird. The ones that follow distract him until he looks down at her hand with the most perplexed look on his face. He's looking at /her/ when she finally stops, /his/ hand lifted away from the rest of him entirely as if to give her aimless patting a wide berth. It finds her arm not long after, when she clings to him, his other hand pressing firm to the small of her back until his arms slide into more comfortable positions around her slender frame to hold her close. "Just give me a little while. Just a little while."

"Is it something bad? Or something embarassing or something just... I don't know. I don't know that I want to know if it's something bad." Nenita murmurs into his neck and turns her head, delivering little kisses where her lips land next. "But I do want to know anyway." The indecision about the whole knowledge issue is evident and maybe it is better that for now, nothing is known outright. There's another sigh and she slips her hands up to his hair to play with the tips.

If this is the kind of treatment he's going to get for not telling her things, the odds are he's just fine with not telling her things. K'aus remains as secretive through her questioning and her indecision, through to her final decision. Still, he doesn't tell her anything. He lifts a look to the ceiling again while she kisses him, while her fingers toy with his hair, while he breathes her in. Finally he moves his fingers to the neck of her robe to pull it down as far as he can on one of her shoulders so he can start kissing her there, wherever he finds bare skin.

Yes, perhaps it's not the best route. To indulge someone physically while trying to get them to tell you their secrets. Her kisses come to a pause when he begins to push her robe down, but there's no resistance. There's even a little lift of her body to aid in the pushing of his fingers. She begins to slip her own deeper into his hair, running through it as she starts her attentions to him all over again. This time maybe with a little touch of earnestness to them. Just a little.

She's only wearing a robe, he's only wearing a baggy short-sleeve and pants. His hands fall to the task of untying the belt around her waist and then opening her garment for further ravishing. She'll have marks later, if not from his teeth then from wherever he pulls her skin into his mouth to bruise it. With his breath warm in her ear K'aus murmurs something that sounds like, "can we".

Nenita is only too happy to go along with all of this. It even goes so far as to do the same to him, nipping lightly with her teeth and sliding her hands away from his hair and up his shirt. Her fingers are just trailing along the tops of his pants when he asks his question. Her hands freeze and she takes in a breath only to answer his request with "I have to tell you something."

'I have to tell you something' is a lot like 'my stuff is on the ledge'. She's pregnant. She's engaged. At least it won't be like that time in Igen, at least Safriath is a guarantee that Nenita is female. These things run through K'aus's mind like ticker-tape, leaving him in a lurch that has him staring at her. Quickly though he comes back together and lifts his eyebrows, his hands paused just inside her robe, on their way to doing something naughty certainly. He should get an award for how calmly he manages to say, "Okay."

Due to her reaction to 'my stuff is on the ledge' she's probably not engaged to anyone and she's probably not pregnant either. And well, it's probably a good thing she doesn't know about any weird incident in Igen involving someone who may or may not have been a woman. "I might have made this bet where I don't have sex until the don't have sex rule is officially lifted or I have to sleep with the someone I made the bet with." Nenita then makes one of those "classic" mock-wincing faces a person does while waiting for the perhaps not pleasent reaction of the person they're with.

She's waiting for a reaction that K'aus does not provide. What she just said is like the farthest thing from what he was thinking, not only is he not as traumatized, he's also a little stunned. But the narrowing of his eyes implies deep thought, or perhaps some reflection on something that's already happened. "That's a pretty popular bet," he assesses after a long moment. He also holds up a finger. "Just so we're on the same page, you made this bet with someone you'd rather not actually fuck."

No reaction might be bad. Or so the continued look of apprehension on her face seems to suggest. But finally her expression is going from that to surprise and maybe a little touch of suspicion. "What do you mean it's a pretty popular bet? Is this some sort of craze that I happened to stumble into?" And that has her maybe not looking all that happy. "No, I'd sleep with him. It's just that maybe in hindsight realizing I'd have to sleep with him if I lost as sort of a... mandatory thing isn't looking that good. It's sort of well, I don't know. I'd rather not now." She admits, this conversation taking a turn for the strange considering he has his hands in her robe as this is going on.

K'aus apparently has a great amount of control over himself then. From groping to conversation with just a simple flip of some mental switch only he has access to. His hands have taken up comfortable places on her naked hips, no contact lost, while he shifts his eyes to the side and tries to look ahead into the future of all of this for the right things to say. "Loe mentioned something like it once a while ago. Some weyrling kid. I can't remember who." Focusing on her again, he smirks. "But I bet we're talking about the same guy. So you don't wanna fuck him, tell me who he is I'll get you out of it."

It's mention of the headwoman's name that really seems to get Nenita. She blinks a couple of times as she stares blankly at K'aus. "/Loe/? /Loe/?" It's almost like she can't believe that that was the person he said. "Ch'son. That's the weyrling kid. Oh, oh. I am so annoyed." And she's so irritated by this piece of news that she actually sits up in the bed, though she doesn't shake of his hands. "She /lied/ to me. She told me that she didn't know. Pretended to be my buddy as she squeezed me for information. Oh, oh. We'll see how much she likes playing little games like this in a few more months when I graduate. I'm so angry I could spit." Her dark eyes narrow as they look across the cavern towards the far wall, contemplating.

Well now /K'aus/ is a little pissed off at Loe. Look at this lovely mood, all ruined. Nenita doesn't have to be careful of his hands, they've moved of their own accord, first leaving her and then closing her robe and sort of tucking it back into place while she rants. A look down between his legs confirms that yes, he's still in trouble, and with an impatient clench of his jaw he looks up at the ceiling instead. Women and their /devices/.

She sighs and shakes her head. "I feel like an idiot." Nenita glances down at the brownrider, her eyes trailing down to that spot between his legs and then going back to his face. It's then that she really realizes that he's tucked her robe closed for her. "I'm definitely an idiot. I shouldn't be getting involved in games like that this. Am I twelve?" It's probably one of those rhetorical questions and it's asked as she drops down to the bed next to him again. Her fingers trailing up and down his leg.

It isn't until she sits again and her hand starts doing that thing it's doing that she has his full attention. It really isn't that difficult at the moment. With half-lidded eyes K'aus watches her face, his words rolling out of his mouth like lazy things. "I don't think twelve-year-olds know how to do that." That. The leg thing. The leg thing he expresses his appreciation for by leaning in to briefly bite her neck. "I can get you out of that bet," he breathes, very close.

Nenita moves to roll over so that she's now laying on top of him, the lower half of her body pressed against him suggestively. "You're right. I don't think that twelve year olds know how to do this either. At least they shouldn't." And if that pressure increases just a little, it must be on accident right? Her hands are back to playing with his hair again and she looks down to address his offer. "You could..."

It's very easy to go along with it when an attractive woman climbs on top of you. If you're not in a position to accomodate her, you get into a position to accomodate her. K'aus shifts just so so if there /is/ a little pressure he's in a good place to feel it. "Ah." He feels it. "I could," he agrees, chin tilted up for her neck, so his hot kisses and scrapes of teeth find their marks. Quickly enough she might be surprised he loops an arm around her and flips them both so it's her on the bottom. His fingers tangle with hers and drag their hands above her head. "Or we could just spoon all night," he adds roughly.

Nenita makes noises appropriate for someone who's being pleased and there's a giggle as he rolls them over. She rolls her eyes up to watch as their hands are pushed up along the blanket and down again to glance at the robe. By now it's all sorts of askew and her gaze comes up to meet his heatedly. She leans forward as far as she can to try and kiss his lips, but if that's a failure she'll be turning her head to kiss at his arms which are much closer. "What if I'm nervous?"

It is a failure, but only because K'aus is taking his turn at being a tease. All it takes is a little jerk up to play keepaway from her, but he's focused again when she reaches her question. And even though they're both in very compromising positions, even though she's a willing female and he's really ready to take advantage of that, and even though he's been thinking about this since that aborted night all that time ago, he pauses and fixes her with a serious look. And he asks, gently, "Are you?"

She makes a plaintive noise when he tips his head away from her and so her lips do end up on his arms. Her legs adjust around him, sliding up against his pants in long motions. "Yes." Nenita admits letting her gaze come back to him in her own time, settling there and exposing a mixture of nerves and some other unlabeled feelings that are all floating about.

However difficult she's making it to actually concentrate on anything but the lovely things her legs are doing, he makes a very real effort. Her affirmative freezes him in that moment, in looking down at her, stretched out beneath him, in hearing her voice repeat that answer over and over in his head. It's probably been a long time since he's bothered, since there's been call for it, but K'aus actually meets her in the middle with all of her exposed feelings, her honesty. A little reluctantly, but still. "Me too."

Nenita leaves one hand in the captivity of his, but the other she wiggles and squirms it until it's free to come across and touch his jaw. She leaves it there in a sort of paused gentle caress until she takes it back again to allow it to rejoin the other one, fingers moving through his to be firmly laced together again. "It'll change."

It's almost like when her hand rejoins his his fingers are a little bit tighter. Maybe it was just that one squeeze. During that caress he was still, some of the tension from beneath her hand transferring to the knot between his eyebrows. Now, after, he's much the same, taken to leaning on his elbow to take some of his weight off of her while he considers that. There isn't a place here for a lie. "It always... changes." Pause. "Personally I kinda think it might be worth it."

She chews on her lower lip, worrying it quite a bit. Her legs have been keeping up that sliding motion until recently, when they slipped to either side to find a comfortable stationary position. "Are we ready for it to change?" Nenita asks carefully before pushing on into a second question, one that's asked with more hesitance. "Would I be like everyone else to you?"

One thing is and will always be very clear: K'aus isn't fond of questions. He isn't subtle about it even now, when pissing Nenita off would result in a definite lose for the evening. His forehead drops to her shoulder, drooping completely; at least he keeps his groan from leaving his throat, where it might be too quiet for her to hear. It's only briefly that he remains that way, right after he's meeting her eyes again and taking a deep breath. "If there's one thing I can ever promise you it's that you won't ever be like anyone else to me."

He might not like them, but it hasn't stopped her from trying to gently wheedle things out of him in the past. Nenita once again is wiggling her fingers, even if it's a touch more difficult since he's got that slightly tighter grip now. Once that's successful she'll be bringing them down to his face so she can try and prop his chin up a little more. "Good." If the tiny bit of manhandling she attempts goes well she'll go for a kiss again but if he moves away to tease her, well. She'll probably be a little pissed this time.

His eyebrows have come up again. Good? But she doesn't seem to have any follow-up questions, nor does she seem inclined to leave them both unsatisfied. If there's even a glimmer of hope here, K'aus will leap on it, and it would be stupid to deny her again. She gets her kiss, just as she planned, and his eyes close and his head tilts, his now freed hand straying to the doings of his pants to /un/do them because no matter what happens from here on, that's suddenly very important.