Keris' Room

The first impression people usually get when entering this room is: Order. Against the left wall is a cot, neatly made with fresh blankets, and a simple closet. Opposite of the door stands a desk, stacks and stacks of hides neatly piled upon it. To the right there is a comfortable-looking couch and a bare table with a few chairs scattered around it.

But when looking closer around, one might notice that Keris isn't really as orderly as he'd like people to think. The closet is locked; otherwise things might come crashing out of it any minute. Beneath the cot there are several shadows, indicating that things are simply pushed under the cot rather than being picked up and left in their rightful places. The stacks of hides and charts on the desk are placed there rather than in the nearly empty drawers, and they're threatening to tip over any moment. But don't worry, Keris is in control of everything.

Glowbaskets are placed all over, making this room always bright with light. Midnight blue is on the ceiling, together with glow-in-the-dark paint dots creating an illusion of the night sky. The walls are covered with lighter blue, white dots creating a lot of constellations such as 'The Blue Dragon' and 'Love in the Sky', highlighted on black and red areas.

You see Keris' rucksack here.

Obvious exits:

Journemen's Hallway

Lis enters from the hallway

Lis (#13469)

female High Reaches Wingrider

Lis' oval-shaped face is filled out with a pleasant pudginess that adolescence couldn't melt away, upturned nose sitting 'tween mud-puddle brown eyes. Half-spirals of brass unwind into soft waves just above her shoulders, trimmed for practical riding purposes but long enough to satisfy her vanity. Skin fades to a honey'd alabaster, pouring over her now-smooth face and peeking out at her hands when not covered by riding gloves; the rest of her not-quite-tall body garbed in pink.

The same foxy magenta of Alymath's straps is toned down to a feminine pink in Lis' leathers. Simple and practical, the saccharine sweetness clings to her form just enough to fit - no skin-tight outfit here. Palest sugary syrup drizzles out in tapered sleeves and cuffs, the latter tucked into a pair of boots that blush a deeper red and the former into matching gloves. Toes are scuffed, as with much of the leather; anywhere that once needed ample padding is now rough with exertions of someone else's past Turns, soft and furry.

Midnight's black coils in a single loop around the blue of twightlight, flashes of celestial silver seen through nights colors. Soaring through an evening sky is a garish green ribbon matching Alymath's hide, and sitting just beneath it a wave-decorated badge, marking Lis a Tsunami Wingrider for High Reaches Weyr.

IC Age: 20 Turns, 7 months, and 8 days

Keris

A bundle of tousled, blond hair rests upon this young man's head. Bright, blue eyes gleam out from beneath long bangs, usually only brushed aside when the StarCrafter tries to make a point.

Bronze skin stretches over high cheekbones and a strong chin, full lips are often turned upwards in a grin or snicker, making small dimples in the cheeks appear when the smile is broadened, often having a charming effect. Marring the skin is a small scar, running from the hairline to behind his left ear.

Slender, agile body stands around 6 feet tall, arms and legs well-muscled, though not noticeably or exaggeratingly so.

Soft waves of rich wine-red folds around Keris' torso, the material tight without being uncomfortable, sleeves widening out from the shoulders until they narrow into cuffs at the wrists. Plain, black trousers are clinging to his legs, only noticeable extravagance a red belt keeping them in place around his waist. Trousers end in wher-hide boots of a neutral, brown color, well-worn though looking as if they've many dragonlengths to walk yet. Perched on Keris' shoulder, his tail wrapped tightly around Keris' neck, is Etoile.

A double cord of red and silver with a loop, a long tail and a tassle, all bound in silver thread, denotes him as a Senior Journeyman of the StarCraft. Right under the knot is a small badge, showing his speciality in Charting for those who are familiar with the StarCraft symbols.

Keris is 20 Turns, 10 months, and 6 days old.

"Is it always so bright in here?" Lis teases, making a show of shading her eyes from the light before she spots a constellation or two she still manages to recognize. And not even a charter, either. "Ooh, the blue dragon. Very nice..."

Keris chuckles. "Ah, yes. Bad light makes Charting hard to do," he says, managing to sound like a grumphy teacher - which he can be occasionally, of course. "Yes, isn't it? My mentees did it. I think I told you that already though...." He pauses, glancing around for a moment. "Would you like some wine?"

Lis gives Keris a pointed look as she adds, "/Some/ wine. Not two topped off glasses." She's learning, evidently. "Hmm. Maybe so," she ponders, watching the ceiling as she steps about the room. "But it's still blinding." Her weyr isn't. Nope.

"But I like it blinding. And you should talk, with those leathers," Keris shoots back, snickering as he opens the door. "Hey, you! Bring me a wineskin and two glasses, hmm? And some bubblies!" Lis is probably up for some sweets, no?

Lis is always up for sweets. "They're not /blinding/," the greenrider protests with a pout, folding her very-pink arms against her very-pink chest. They're... bright. "Anyway..." she begins once she's sure that whomever Keris gave the order to has slipped away. "About last night..."

The Apprentices are fast. A knock on the door is soon replaced with a wineskin, two glasses and a platter of bubblies. "Thanks. Go to your class, now." Bad Keris, stalling the teaching... "What about last night?" he asks then, voice neutral. Skin is opened and the glasses filled, one held out towards Lis.

"I want to apologize," Lis states finally, taking the glass from Keris before sippping at it. "For that whole business with Braniff. I... I hope you're not upset?" She gives him her best pair of puppy-eyes, another soft sip of her wine taken.

Keris bites his lip after sipping from the glass. "Well, of course I'm not upset," he states then, other hand reaching out to grab a bubbly. "I just didn't want to intrude on... whatever there was to intrude on."

Lis sighs softly, twirling the stem of the glass in her hand. "There really wasn't anything to intrude /on/. Not even after you left," she points out with a glance at the journeyman. That's got to be some consolation, right?

Keris snickers slightly. "Oh? I'm sure he was disappointed," he comments impishly, winking as he takes a larger sip from his glass. Smirk, smirk.

Lis just /rolls/ her eyes, another mouthful of wine downed before she replies. "He was /not/. Unlike you, he's a nice man and just enjoyed sleeping with me..." Keris knows what she means, right?

"Aww, Lis, you never even gave me the chance..." He knows, but it's so much more fun to misunderstand it. "I'd enjoy sleeping with you too!" He's all puppy-dog eyes and dimples and white teeth right now.

Lis swallows quickly, that wine glass flicking quickly to her lips to counteract a sudden blush. "Now, Keris... I just came here to apologize. And I only didn't give you the chance because we were still apprentices!" is blurted out in protest, another flush appearing as the rider realizes what she's just said.

Keris splutters with laughter, quickly setting down his wineglass as not to spill it all over the place. "Is that so? Well, we're not apprentices any longer," he states, a teasing gleam in his eyes - or is it something else and more?

Lis clears her throat nervously, one hand going up to rub the back of her neck as she glances anywhere but Keris. "Aye, we aren't, are we?" Her own wineglass is still clutched tightly. There's a little more wine in it she could still use to calm herself with.

And there's a half-filled wineskin too, just in case. "I'd say we aren't. I even think I outrank you," Keris smirks, snatching yet another bubbly. "Don't you want anything to eat?" Change of subject.

The sip of wine Lis was taking is interrupted by a protest. "You do not outrank me!" the greenrider states with a snort, shaking her head at the offer of the bubblie. "No, thanks..."

"You mean, you made wingleader already?" Keris chuckles openly, refilling his glas with a questioning glance to the 'rider. "Refill?" Ooh, she doesn't want bubblies? Peculiar.

Peculiar indeed. "No, I didn't make wingleader..." Lis admits in a surly mumble. "But you can't outrank me, surely..." That just wouldn't be fair. At his offer, the greenrider automatically holds out her wineglass - forming a bad habit already.

Keris sends Lis' knot a significant glance, but doesn't say anymore on that subject. Instead, he switches to a new - or well, rather an extension of the former one. "Hey, I was wondering..." He pauses to fill her glass, probably to draw it out. "When Aly... Alymath rose, y'know, in flight... well, mating flight... was that.. I mean, did you.. uhm, did you ever..." This goes well indeed. "Was that the first time you...?"

Lis bites back a blush, resisting the impulse to rush immediately to the solace of her wine glass. "Aye, it was... I mean, after I went to Keroon, and all..." She'll get the words out eventually, but another sip of wine does help. "There wasn't much opportunity, with Candidacy and Weyrlinghood. And, well, I guess I just didn't /feel/ like it," she admits with a shrug.

"Ohh..." Keris takes a few sips of wine before moving on. "So who... I mean, who caught you? I mean, /her/." Bummer. But oh well, he wants the name of the person, not the dragon anyway.

Lis lowers her gaze to the floor as she murmers an answer, "Rixesith. M'rin is his rider..." Keris gets a name anyway; lucky him. "It's not like I had much choice in the matter, really..." She'd rather be hiding all by herself.

"Ah." That doesn't really change much for Keris, seeing as he knows no riders except a few. "Was he, uhm... did he treat you ok, then?" Even he knows that mating flights get a little... heated. "I mean, I heard that sometimes.. even if one part doesn't want to, then..." Hey, he's just converned.

Lis nods her head in an affirmative answer. "Aye, he did. Quite well, I guess you could say," she adds with a lopsided grin - that gets flashed at her wineglass. "And, well... I wouldn't be honest if I said I didn't want to..."

Keris chuckles lightly, swirling the wine around in his glass. "Is that so? You certainly grew up, huh?" he grins, sending her a warm smile.

Lis simply responds with a gentle shrug of her shoulders. Growing up is one way to put it. "It would've happened someday, I'd suppose. Alymath just kind of helped..." That's one way to put /that/...

Keris snickers. "Aye, I'm sure she did," he chuckles, setting down his glass on the table again. No need to just fiddle around with it. It's empty anyhoo. "So... are we done talking?"

Lis' glass is empty too, but she holds onto it. Convenient, for distractiong. "Yeah... I suppose we are. You're not /too/ upset, are you?" Finally, she raises her eyes to the journeyman, honest concern in her gaze.

"About our talk? Or your activities?" Keris inquires, a smile tugging at his lips. He isn't, really, he just likes to play around with the greenrider...

Lis furrows her brows in a plaintive frown. She's trying to be /serious/, really. "Both?" is asked in a soft voice as she gives the journeyman her best puppy-eyes.

Keris smiles slightly. "Well, no, I'm not... though I am regretful they snatched you away so soon after you came back from Keroon. Just a few more months and... well..."

"And what?" The greenrider's finally got back some of her confidence, teasing delicately. "You would've been my first instead of some bronzrider?" A smug look creeps onto Lis' face, in spite of herself. It's the wine...

Keris coughs. "Well I wouldn't care about being your /first/," he lies blatantly. "Just being would satisfy me," he admits, winking broadly at her.

Lis just rolls her eyes as Keris begins to speak, her jaw dropping as he finishes. "I... It... would?" A rhetorical question - after all, he did say it before. But the look she flashes his way is half worried and half... curious?

Keris can't help but giggle at that look. "Well, of course it would. You're a wonderful girl," he chuckles, finally deciding to sit down - at the cot.

Lis is flattered, certainly, and a bit tipsy to boot. "But, what about all those others? And don't try to deny it - I know you," she adds with a pointed glare. "I couldn't compare to them, certainly."

Keris stares at her for a moment, then starts laughing. "Th-the others? What others?" he chuckles, trying desperately to look serious. "Y-you couldn't compare to them how?"

"Just stop trying. It's not worth the effort," Lis assures the crafter as she takes a seat beside him on the cot. "I'm probably not half the women they are - after all, I'm terribly inexperienced, and I just don't have the.. drive." Blunt, to the point - it's Lis, alright.

"Aww c'mon, Lis. You're a lot of woman - at least from where I'm looking." And it's rather downwards, mind you. "And the drive can be encouraged... I could even ask your green friend to coax you into some more... lively actions." Not that he'd really /do/ it. Squeal.

Lis would blush furiously, but that would give Keris the satisfaction of seeing her squirm. "If you had half the idea of what she's been saying to me all this time, you'd be running out of the door," she remarks cryptically. He should consider himself lucky he's not been pounced on yet.

Keris snickers, glancing towards the window as if he expects a green head to emerge any second. "What /is/ she saying?" he asks curiously, shifting on the cot. "I'd love to hear it." Wouldn't he just?

Lis lets out a long sigh before finally indulging him. "Mostly, that I should stop fiddling around and do what she wants me to. What she says I want to..." A disbelieving shrug follows her words, but the greenrider does look down at the floor nervously.

Keris bites his lip, trying really hard not to laugh since poor Lis seems to out of it. "Uh-huh." Snicker. "Do you, then? Or is she wrong?"

"Of course I want to!" Lis blurts suddenly, a long sip of whatever's left in her glass taken after the confession. "I've wanted to.... well, for a long time. But now... It's just so much more confusing than it used to be." At least she can pry for sympathy, having let that slip.

"You do??" Keris actually looks surprised - this he hadn't expected. A slap in the face eventually, but this? Meep. "Uhm, confusing? How's that?" He sounds concerned, of course, but question is if he tries to cover for other emotions.

Oh, /Faranth/. Wringing her hands around the stem of her glass, Lis devotes most of her attention to them. "Well, there's Braniff, for one thing, not to mention half the other blueriders I have to deal with daily - and then, you... Well, Alymath knows you..." 'Nuf said.

Keris shuffles a little, not too sure what to say about 'half the blueriders' she mentioned. "So, you're serious with him then?" he asks, trying to hide his disappointment. Pout. "Alymath knows me?" This sounds alarming somehow...

"Oh, Keris, I just don't /know/!" Lis whines hopelessly in frustration, hands pounding against the material of the cot. "Yes, Alymath knows you. One of a few faces that tend to pop into my head when she suggests... things."

Keris coughs again. "Uhm, really? Wow..." He's actually flattered, somehow. Then again, just because Lis' dragon likes him doesn't mean that Lis has to... erm... "Well, what do /you/ want?"

Lis just flops back in exhasperation, empty wineglass lolling in her fingers next to her. "I know what I want... I just don't know if I agree with it." Multiple personalities? Nah... Just a serious case of morals.

"Hmm. Is that good or bad?" Keris asks doubtfully, meaning of course, good or bad for him. Meaning, again, will he get punched if he tries anything?

Lis stares pensively up at the ceiling, which is conveniently straight ahead of her now. "Well, people have said I need to have more fun," remarks the greenrider dryly, another sigh escaping her lips.

"And what's wrong with fun?" Keris inquires, smiling slightly. "Some people even seem to enjoy it," he says teasingly, deftly plucking the wineglass from her fingers before it breaks or something.

Lis reaches after Keris' hand as he removes the wineglass from it, under the muttered protest of, "Hey, I wasn't done with that yet." Fingers rest on his as she tries to get it back. "Some people do. But I'm not 'some people'," the greenrider argues with a snort.

"Thank Faranth. I wouldn't want you if you weren't Lis," Keris grins, placing the glass on the table. "And it was empty. You can have more when you get upright again." Which doesn't need to be right away, mind you.

Lis pouts at Keris as he puts the glass out of her reach, half-heartedly stretching towards it. "Of course I'm Lis," she mutters dryly, flopping back down with a huff. It's just not fair. "Well, then I'll get upright and have some more." With that, she slowly starts to prop herself up.

"Oh no you won't," Keris protests, throwing out an arm across Lis midriff somewhere to stop her from going up. "I've something to tell you first..."

Blast, she's been thwarted. Resting back on her elbows, Lis cocks her head up at the crafter with a curt, almost snappish question of, "What?" He's preventing her from getting at the drink and food.

Keris manages to look really innocent and all. "Oh, it's just..." Now see, this'll either earn him a slap in the face, or something else... Bending down towards the greenrider, the StarCrafter pretends to wanting to whisper something to her, but in the last minute changes directions, pausing with his lips a mere inch from hers.

Lis' eyes widen at his sudden proximity, her gulp nearly audible as she peers into his eyes. "Um..." That's all she can seem to manage word-wise at the moment, blinking in confusion before closing her eyes and bridging that mere inch between their lips. Now, that wasn't so hard...

Keris smiles slightly against her lips, closing his eyes as well. Having his body in a rather awkward position though, the StarCrafter inches down until he's lying next to her, reasonably comfortable anyway.

Lis instinctively reaches one arm up around his neck - old habits die hard - before pulling her mouth back with a sudden gasp. "Shards, Keris... I didn't mean to really, but it just..." Hopefully he'll be able to make something of that...

"Oh?" Keris looks slightly disappointed, keeping his own head in place - and not making an effort to move, either. "It just what?"

Lis bites her lip against the answer that springs to them, finally whispering in an shy, soft tone, "It just felt like I should..." Instantly, her eyes slip downwards, away from his face, as she answers.

"Ohh..." Keris regards her for a moment, then smiles softly, blue eyes tingling. "And do you still feel like you should?" he asks curiously, one hand sliding up to tug her chin upwards.

"I..." The poor greenrider's thoroughly confused by now, mud-pool eyes wide and puppy-like as she finally looks up at him. "I think I do..."

Keris chuckles slightly, letting go of her chin - but only for a short moment, and only to let that hand tangle in her hair instead. "Well, what's the problem then, hmm?"

Lis catches her breath as she bites her lip again - so many things to try and not say. "Stop talking so much..." the greenrider murmers finally, lidding her eyes as she leans closer. "It makes things so much more complicated."

"You're babbling, not I," Keris responds chuckling, quickly pressing his lips against hers before she an argue too much about who's talking and not.

Lis' protest dies as her lips are suddenly otherwise engaged, fingers pressing against his back as she pulls herself closer. It's got to be the wine, right? Alcohol-induced or not, the greenrider isn't about to stop.

The wine, definitely. Or certain green hormones. Keris doesn't really matter; as long as it's happening it could be Rukbat's fault for what he cares. Slowly shifting to roll onto her, the StarCrafter's fingers start a light massage of her neck.

Lis breaks away for a breath, which - by now - is starting to come in a series of slow gasps. With a soft purr of pleasure - now where did she pick that up? - the greenrider makes no protest as he gets closer. Green hormones indeed.

Keris smiles slightly, though his own breathing has definitely become heavier. Matches hit dilated pupils quite well, actually. "I think it's pretty hot in here. Must be the lights..." Definitely. At least it gives him an excuse to finger those pink leathers. "Aren't those uncomfortable in this heat?" Afterall, this isn't exactly High Reaches...

"Hm..." Lis is almost pensive, but there's a disturbingly predatory grin on her face. "I would suppose they are." Sliding her hand from his back with a deliberate tickle of her fingers, she undoes the first button of her jacket.

Keris is too impatient for that. "Mm, I'd think so," he agrees, starting from the bottom button. Wonder who'll get to the middle one first... hmm hmm.

Lis' fingers slide over the buttons deftly, revealing more of the shocking crimson tunic she wears underneath. Of /course/ she wears something underneath... "Aye, it is rather hot in here..." murmers the rider. Must be why she's undoing the butttons so fast...

Keris actually squints his eyes at that tunic. "Hmm, colorful," is noted in a decidedly teasing voice. Of course, it has to go. It might be pretty, but he'd rather look at what's beneath...

A mock-pout slides onto to Lis' face, the greenrider's lips pursing out. "Well, if you don't like it... I /suppose/ I could always get rid of it," she offers with a dramatic sigh, moving her fingers to the edge of the tunic.

"Oh, I like it. It's just... it'd look so much better on the floor," Keris replies, his eyes widening in - false - innocence. "Don't you think so?"

Lis mm's softly, as if she were really giving it serious thought. "Aye, it would..." And her fingers start to pull the tunic's hem upwards. "Of course, it would look even better if yours were on the floor next to it." Of course.

Keris peers down himself. "Hmm, they do fit rather nicely together, don't they?" he muses, talking - of course - about the tunics. "You're right, they definitely need to be there together." Hands leave her hair for a moment to grab hemline, slowly pulling it upwards.

The tunic is over Lis' head and disdainfully tossed to the floor. Eyes sparkling, she watches him remove his with a gleam just bordering on predatory. Just look at what horrible things Alymath's taught her...

"Uhm, Lis?" Oh look. The tunic caught something, so now it's covering Keris' view. Grumble. "D'you think you could... give me a hand or something?" Seeing as one arm is tangled into the material and the other pulling, he needs it.

Aw... And Lis was hoping to just sit back at watch. With a low chuckle, she leans over to carefully free his arm from that awful, awful tunic. "And I'd thought someone like you would have more practice with it..."

Keris chuckles, quickly discarding the tunic onto the floor where it piles up nicely next to hers. "Uhm... it's a new tunic. Small collar." Yeah. Or maybe he's just used to others undressing him... "Erm, she isn't going to... stick her head in through the window or anything, right?" She being Alymath, of course.

Lis doesn't believe that one bit, arching one eybrow teasingly at him. "Really, now..." Reluctantly, the greenrider slides her gaze away from the crafter towards the window. "I don't think she will... She understands how I'd hate to be disturbed." She wants her lifemate to have fun, too.

Keris sighs in relief. "That's good! I mean, not that I don't like her, but, uhm.. she'd break the window frame..." Duh. She probably couldn't even get her muzzle inside. "Anyway..." Back to business. "You need help with those?" he asks innocently, nodding towards her remaining leathers.

Lis quirks her lips into a smirk as she slides her thumbs into the waist. "Well, they're really not that tight... But I suppose I could use a hand if you were willing to lend it." Innocent indeed. She's known Keris too long to believe /that/.

Keris looks like he's willing to lend her more than just a hand, but obligingly moves his hands towards her, sliding his fingers up her legs. "'Course I am. Anything for you."

Anything for her? Hmm... "I might have to take you up on that offer." Pulling loose the belt that holds the rest of her leathers up, Lis shivers at his touch. It's deja vu all over again...

Keris grins in delight. "Oh, you do that. I mean, I'm here in cse you need someone higher ranking to help you out when you get yourself into trouble..." Literally ducking his head after that remark, the Senior Journeyman bends down, gently nibbling at the skin of her stomach.

Lis tries to manage an indignant gasp, but too amused by his words to pull it off completely. "If I get into any more trouble, I'm definately going to need you," the greenrider murmers, voice just barely hiding laughter as she smoothly slips out of her leathers.

Keris snickers against her stomach, giving a few playful bites before raising his head again, somehow having managed to get his boots off. "Now, unliky you I wear tight pants, so I need some help..." He's innocent, really.

Lis pouts indignantly, raising her eyes to his face before lowering them to, well... He /did/ bring up pants. "Mmm, I'd say you do... Wonder how one even gets /in/ to those." She's teasing, really - there are others running around in tighter pants, no doubt.

Keris chuckles. "Well, sometimes I have to lie down to get them on," he admits, snickering. Who knows if he's kidding or not? Reluctantly drawing back a little, he sits back up, slowly unbuckling his belt. Oh look, it matches the tunics.

"I suppose you would," admits the greenrider with a pair of raised brows. Now, about getting them off... Lis' fingers start at his knees, moving slowly up towards the waist with almost deliberate lack of speed. Evil? Her?

Yes, very evil, at least judging from Keris' expression. Squirm he does too. He can always blame it on being ticklish. "Mmm... they're getting tighter," he notes with a grin, beaming at her.

Lis' fingers don't seem to be speeding up much at all, even as she nears the waistline. "Really?" she drawls in response to his comment, slipping her fingers just inside of his pants and begging to tug, even as tight as they are.

Keris nods, his eyes trailing downwards to watch her movements closely. "Mmm-hmm, really. Y'know, maybe I should... lie down," he snickers. It usually works when getting them off.

"By all means..." Lis agrees in a low voice, almost ready to push him back down herself. Hormones, wine, or who knows what else seems to have gotten to her, the grin definately spreading. Oh Faranth.

Keris slowly stretches back until he's lying flat on his back on the cot. Hurry? Who's in a hurry? He seems a little flushed though... must be the wine. Or Lis' fingers, yup.

Keris giggles and squirms some more - he has sensitive skin, honestly. "That tickles..." Well, duh. Not that he seems to mind too much; blue eyes are practically locked on... other things.

With a low chuckle, Lis finally flings those pants aside. A whole wardrobe on the floor, yep. "It was /meant/ to tickle, Keris, dear..." the greenrider fairly /purrs/. She'll even forgive the inconvenience of his wiggling.

Two wardrobes. But that doesn't matter to Keris. The important thing is that they're on the floor and not on him or Lis. "I thought so. They certainly taught you a few things up there, huh?" he muses, snickers.

Lis' lips curl into a devious smirk. "They certainly have... And not just how to tickle people, either," the greenrider comments cryptically, eyes sparkling with barely-hidden mischief. Does Keris really want to know what they taught her?

Keris arches an eyebrow in challenge. "What else did they teach you, then?" Oh yes, he certainly does. "You'll have to show it to me..."

"Well..." With a pause like that, it's got to be something interesting, to say the least. Leaning over him on the bed, she bends her head closer with a whisper, "It goes something like this." Her lips land squarely on his, a sudden intense kiss deposited before she pulls back teasingly just as soon as she's started.

Keris jerks forward as she pulls back, pouting slightly as he realizes she really did stop. "Well so far I have no grudges against their teachings," he smirks, tilting his head. "But surely there must be more..."

Lis chuckles, softly, eyes sparkling as she leans her body closer now, hovering a scant few inches above him. "Oh, of course there is..." That said, she lowers herself and closes the gap as her lips press fervently against his. There is more, indeed.

Keris grins, lazily stretching his arms over his head as he starts to lean back again. Let Lis do all the hard work - sounds good to him.

Lis is not going to do all the hard work, oh no. Sliding her lips away from his, she whispers to him, "I expect something in return, for all this. I'd be more than happy to just sit up and get myself some wine instead of working at pleasing you..." That said, she rolls off him onto her side.

"Hey, hey, hey... you're staying here," Keris grins, quickly managing to get himself upright. One arm slides around her waist, the other resting along her thigh, for now, as he bends his head to kiss her neck softly.

Lis tries to cover up the fact that her breath is starting to get heavier as she protests. "Why... should... I?" the greenrider asks with a soft grin, cocking a brow at him even as he kisses her neck.

"Because I say so," comes the muffled reply from Keris, his breath definitely becoming heavier as other areas become more.. prominent. "And you don't really want to leave." See, he knows this. Amazing, no?

A low chuckle falls from Lis' lips. Caught. "Aye, you're right. I really don't..." Why would she want to leave a warm cot, with a warm body in it that seems to insist on kissing her? Her fingers trace delicatly up his side as she sneaks one hand under his arm.

Yes, that would be totally strange. And Keris is so enjoying himself right now, his lips slowly making their wet way down to her collarbone. "Mm-hmm," is the only comment she gets, fingers trailing in slow patterns on her thigh.

It /would/ be strange, but who knows with greenriders. "Of course... There are sweeps... tomrrow," Lis comments offhandedly, between more gasps, fingers pressing harder against his skin.

"Well, as much as I find that flattering, I can assure you you can manage to be back tomorrow," Keris mumbles, biting down softly on her collarbone before continuing downwards.

Another series of gasps works their way into her words, in spite of the gulp Lis takes beforehand. "What... makes you think... I'd spend... all... that time.. with you?" she asks saucilly, eyes lidding as she bites her lips to keep silent.

"Aww, I can always hope, can't I?" Keris answers from somewhere around Lis' midriff. "Of course, if you want me to stop..."

But she didn't. Heh. ***CENSORED***

Flopping back against the pillow with a sigh, Lis closes her eyes against the rest of the room. Too bright, really. "Oh, shards..." the greenrider murmers at last, too lazy to do more than brush an errant strand of hair from her forehead.

Heave, heave. T'is Keris breathing. "Uhm, I'll turn them down..." Yeah, now's as good a time as ever, right? Scrambling out of the cot, the StarCrafter quickly gets rid of a few of the glowbaskets, allowing a much softer light to appear in the room. "So..." Back into the cot we go, right next to the greenrider.

Lis' eyes barely register the change in light, flashing open with another sigh. "Mmmf. I... I don't know what to say..." Just sitting there and staring at the ceiling is good enough for her.

"Well... you could say you don't regret it," Keris says slowly, his look almost pleading as he glances at her. Staring at the ceiling isn't as nice as other things though, so he curls up with his head on the pillows.

Lis rolls over on her side slowly, pursing her lips in thought as she looks over at him. "I don't know if I don't regret it at all. But I will say I enjoyed it." The slight frown finally melts into a grin, albeit a small one.

Keris chuckles slightly, reaching over a hand to idly trace his fingers along her shoulder. "Mm, me too," he agrees - even though it must have been quite obvious...

"Still..." Lis protests, another sigh shaking her form. "I just meant to apologize. Not, well." A rare blush takes hold of her cheeks, the greenrider ducking her head.

"I like your way of doing it though," Keris mumbles, grinning shamelessly. "You should apologize more often..."

Lis gives Keris as serious a look as she can manage, lips puffing out in a pout. "I don't think I could handle much more apologizing. And besides, I've got other things to do as well..." But why get up yet?

Keris tries to look serious back, but that big grin just won't leave his face. "Mmm-hmm? Like what?" he inquires innocently, edging a little closer to her.

"Well..." Lis will think of something - give her a little time. She's a bit distracted right now. "Like, Fall. Or sweeps, which I still have in the morning," she adds in what was supposed to be a dour voice.

"Oh I'm sure you have time to cause trouble in between sweeps," Keris chuckles, sending her an impish wink. See, she did just a short while ago. "And that's only in the morning... lot of time for other things..."

Lis flushes again - she's not good at this whole impish stuff. Well, /sometimes/. "I've still got to feed Alymath," explains the greenrider, as if that would account for all the time between now and then.

Keris arches an eyebrow. "I hope that has nothing to do with me?" he asks - kidding, of course. Well, half-kidding. You never know...

"Well..." The answer is drawled slowly - teasing, perhaps? - as the greenrider props her head up with her elbow against the pillow. "I suppose that all depends on what happens between now and the morning..." Lis answers innocently.

"Why greenrider, I do believe you're trying to put pressure on me," Keris drawls back - and it's working. Notice how glazed over his eyes seem to be all of a sudden?

Lis sits up, putting a hand to her chest in feigned indignancy. "Why, I'm not putting pressure on you. If I were..." Uh-oh. Leaning closer, she kisses his lips warmly. "It would be something like that."

"Oh, I like that kind of pressure," Keris mutters. "And this," he continues, leaning over to kiss her in return, gently sucking at her lips.

"Mm-mmph," Lis replies as she slides her arm around his shoulder, fingers tickling up the back of his neck. "But," she protests, pulling her lips away, "It's not really fair of me to pressure you, is it?"

"Depends on which kind of pressure," Keris notes, his eyes significantly lowering to those areas where pressure would be much appreciated.

Lis - gasp! - indulges Keris with a soft touch. "Hmm... Still..." Tickling, her fingers slide away. "I couldn't." Then again, what her mouth says and what her eyes seem to be saying are two different things.

Keris jumps slightly at the touch, his breathing definitely growing heavier again. "Ungh." Wide, blue eyes force themselves upwards, a smile tugging at his lips. "Oh really?"

A devious smirk appears on Lis' face as she slides her eyes downwards. "I suppose there could be a few... exceptions?" she contemplates, one brow arcing as she slides her gaze slowly back up towards his face.

"I do hope so," Keris mutters back, his own fingers starting an idle wandering down her neck. "Unless you'd prefer helping me sort my Charts..." Smirk.

Lis slides closer towards him with a dissapointed frown. "Charts? Really, Keris, some times you can say the oddest things." Fingers bundle into a soft fist as she rests them against his hip in annoyance.

Keris snickers slightly, his hand coming to a rest on her thigh. "Is that so? I do hope you can forgive me," he mumbles, fingers gently tickling. "Otherwise I just might have to leave you here and go... distract myself."

"But, /why/ would you want to do that," the greenrider asks half in protest, half out of curiosity, "when I could help distract you?" Eyes are opened in wide innocent as she gets even closer.

"Well, it was you who talked about being busy," Keris points out, doing his best to curl his lips into a pout. "I just assumed that I'd have to... take care of things myself."

Lis bites her lip as her logic is suddenly disproved. "Aye, I did, but I couldn't just leave a job..." She's asking for it, alright, running her fingers over him again. "Unfinished."

Keris grimaces, though his eyes are dancing, indicating that the grimace is to hide a grin. "A job? That's all I am to you?" he asks, trying his best to sound hurt, but still ends up smiling like a moron.

Lis gives him a soulful glance that's disrupted by the addition of a low chuckle. "Oh, you're not just a job. But once I've started with you, you can be sure I'll finish." That said, her lips press up towards his in a soft kiss.

"I'm glad to hear that," Keris manages to say before her lips connect with his, sliding an arm around her as he responds to the kiss. "I think you should finish right now, then," he murmurs afterwards, slowly sliding on top of her, "or I might not be able to stay... upright."