Brynn Phytrelia 02

Chapter 02

Sighing heavily, she ran her fingers through her hair, suddenly thinking that she might steal a quick shower before bed. Hopefully, Idris took a quick shower. She wanted to get the grime from the day's work out of her hair, off her body, and just curl up in bed and pass out. As she rounded the corner, and got closer to the bedroom, she could hear the water running. Good, he was already inside. She could just nose around the bedroom, try and find an extra pair of clothes for bed. Her mind was elsewhere, completely, as she entered the bedroom, absently shutting the door behind her. She never expected that once she had stepped inside the bedroom, and her eyes looked over at the refresher, that she'd find it open and that she'd be staring at a naked Idris. A little scream flew out of her mouth, and her eyes widened, but for some insane reason, she couldn't take her eyes off him. That was definitely setting a reaction off in her that she did not expect. Realizing staring was probably the worst thing she could do in this situation, she immediately looked down shaking her head.

"Idris! I'm so sorry...I thought the door would be closed when I walked in here. I just figured you knew I'd be coming into the bedroom and...so...you'd shut the door to the refresher. And...I'm so sorry." Biting her lower lip she looked up at him realized he was STILL pretty naked and looked away again.

Thankfully, for the both of them, Idris was in his own little world, having finally distracted himself enough to begin going over the assignment details in his head, planning out the rest of his trip. His eyes were also closed, so he both neglected to see her staring, and was unable to hear her. The transparinite, being made basely out of metal, also did a very good job of reflecting sound waves. So, while the noise of his shower could be heard in the room and even potentially in the corridor, the sound of her little shriek would just ping off the shower walls and dissipate into the bathroom. He also had made a conscious effort to remember NOT to think about her while he was in the shower, though it was apparent his efforts had been for not as he stood there under the water, now working to get the sweat out of the pores on his face. He neither heard or saw any sign of her, and if she didn't say anything, he would remain ignorant of the free show she'd managed obtain without his knowledge.

When he didn't respond, she slowly looked back up wondering if he was reaching for a towel, shutting off the water. Nope. He was still there and she was watching him. Eyes traveled up and down his body, and when she suddenly realized just what she was doing, she quickly forced herself to look away. She was NOT going to sit there and stare at the guy, especially if he had no idea what she was doing, and that she was standing right there. Blushing furiously, she retreated to the bed, a part of the bedroom where she couldn't see him, and he couldn't see her.

"Oh...great." She groaned softly, and just sat there staring at the floor, waiting for him to be done. Her entire body temperature had sky rocketed upon seeing him, and right now she wanted him to get out of the shower so she could take a cold one.

He finished washing his face, rinsing the soap out of his eyes, and then started scrubbing his limbs. One thing Idris prided himself on was cleanliness. After every single assignment, time allowing, he deep cleaned every inch of his body. He looked over at the door and remembered that it was open. He felt very self conscious and started to speed up his normal routine, managing to get clean and have the water off in only another five minutes, instead of fifteen. He grabbed a towel and wrapped himself in it. He moved to the door to shut it, and saw her sitting right there. In his catatonia, he almost dropped the towel. He stood frozen there for a full twenty seconds or so before he snapped out of it and went to close the door.

Hearing the water shut off, she resisted the urge to stand up, and peer into the refresher. Remaining where she was, she looked up only when she heard him climb out of the shower, and when she figured he'd be at the door. There he was. At least he was covered. Staring right back at him, she held up her hand for him to stop when he moved to shut the door.

"Little late for that. Um..." Not wanting to explain her comment she stood up and pointed to the refresher behind him. "Mind if I..." It was hard to even make eye contact with him after what she'd seen of him and what sort of thoughts were going through her head now. "...get in now? Um...Also...I...need extra clothes. If possible."

She took a few steps towards him, then stopped and finally raised her eyes to his. Finally she managed to squeak out. "Sorry?"

He stopped when she protested and looked at her. He arched and eyebrow, perplexed by her confession, then he realized and his eyes went wide with understanding. "Oh...I see. Or...you...saw...rather, I suppose."

He nodded at her, but in his mind he couldn't help but think...clothes? What would a girl like her want clothes for...surely she'd never wa- He shook his head and took in a long breath, and then sighed.

"Right, clothes, of course. I...just, when you get out, call for Ophelia. She can help you get some clothes." Then he tilted his head, taking her request in. He looked at her with an odd expression, something that felt like cunning or devious as he tilted his head. "Well, you are more than welcome to use the refresher."

With that, he took the towel from his form and tossed it to her. He decided if she had, in fact, already seen everything, then there was no point hiding it from her...and it was only fair that she reciprocate. He turned and walked back into the room, standing in front of the mirror as he checked his eyes for any scratches, something he had got into the habit of doing since the second time he'd wrestled with a pyre fiend.

"Yeah...I saw. And I'm really sorry about that. I...Okay. Ophelia, of course."

Expecting him to just politely step aside and let her in, she was in utter shock when he tugged away the towel and tossed it at her. Baffled, she stared at the towel in her hands then up at his face.

"I...uh..." Best not to speak in that moment. And even though she had stared before, it felt wrong to do it now, when he was obviously aware. Stepping forward into the refresher, she hung the towel up gently, and moved to shut the door. Suddenly, whether it be those hormones, or something like that, her playfulness kicked in. Gently she shut the door, only half way though, if he wanted to, he'd be able to get a good look at her. But she made it appear that she just gave the door a little push and hadn't realized it shut all the way. Gently, she stripped herself free from her clothing, and reached over, starting up the water. As soon as it was hot, she stepped inside the shower, beginning to wet her long brown hair. She didn't know why she'd done that with the door, something in her just wanted to. She'd never behaved that way but...oh well, it had been done. And she actually hoped he noticed and took even the slightest peek. She was relatively proud of her body, slim, toned enough from the odd jobs she picked up. The most prominent marking were several scars on her back - whip marks.

In fact, he had noticed, but after he threw her the towel, he allowed her a moment to stare and get a close look. Now that he was clean, he wasn't exactly the poster child of modesty. He then walked confidently back into the refresher, in front of her, in fact, standing at the mirror inside the refresher chamber, peering into the mirror. He checked to make sure all of his teeth were intact, that he was not bleeding from the eyes, and then he watched her, quite conspicuously, in the mirror, as she stripped down. He bit his lip and felt himself wince when he saw the whip marks. His heart went out to her, but he still watched her, despite his feelings, with no shame in gazing wantonly at her reflection. Then he thought about how fun it would be to have her, right there, in the beauty of the refresher chamber. He had only done it once, a long time ago, but he remembered that it hadn't even left him feeling sore, wrestling around on the tile floor. He wanted to talk to her, but he remembered that no one inside of the shower unit could hear anything. He started to brush his teeth, then, continuing to watch her as the buzzing of his toothbrush filled the vanity area.

He was watching her? Hell, he was in the refresher with her! Brynn should have felt embarrassed, yelled at him, told him to get out. But she didn't mind. Not one bit. She cleaned up, never looking at him, but remained focused on what she was doing. Her own wanton thoughts were filling her head and for the first time, she had to admit how attracted she was to him. Years ago when they had first met, she'd been attracted to him then too, but she'd been younger, and much more afraid of everything. As he finished brushing his teeth, she stepped out of the shower, not immediately reaching for the towel.

"You know, I didn't stare at you that long. Little unfair." She grinned at him, shaking her head as she moved for the towel then paused. It was almost like a game of chicken. Who would get scared first of being naked in front of the other one?

"Are you feeling better? I mean after the fight with the...uh...Pyre...thing. I don't remember what Ophelia called it."

She walked over to the mirror, standing next to him and glanced into it studying her face quietly for a second, waiting for his response.

"I do feel better, thank you." As he turned around to face her, it was quite obvious just how much better he, in fact, was. The wanton thoughts he'd been hiding were now, in no way, a mystery. "And, you did get to watch me for as long as you wanted, while you were in the shower. But just because you didn't take advantage of my ignorance...doesn't make that my fault, it just makes me that much more shameless about it." He winked at her, watching her as she moved closer to him.

He bit his lip and gazed into her eyes. "And pyre fiends usually aren't so giddy. A lot of things got neglected on the way out of our last stop. And usually, when I go in there, they're not waiting for their next meal and already on the attack." He smiled, still staring, still...happy.

Brynn looked at him using the mirror, making a little bit of a face. "Well I'm just glad you weren't hurt." She spoke with sincerity, even though they were both standing naked still playing this game of chicken. Looking back into the mirror she began to run her fingers through her hair, attempting to brush out the tangles. "Um. So..." Looking at him, she smiled a little bit, glancing down at both of them. "Should I go ask Ophelia about extra clothing now?"

He positioned himself so he could look at her directly, and not through a reflection. "I don't know. I suppose that would depend upon whether or not you want her to give you any clothes." He made a show over looking over her body, taking every detail in. He smiled at her, his devious grin eating up the space on his face. "It is up to you, obviously."

As he studied her body, she felt a blush appear on her cheeks, and she gave a little shake of her head. "Well guess I can just sleep in the nude. It's not as if there will be anybody in the room." Grinning right at him, she walked right past him into the bedroom, turning around to look at him and study his reaction to her playfulness.

He managed not to react, at least not in his expression or body language. "If you still want to sleep alone...you are more than welcome to sleep in whatever you feel most comfortable in. We won't be arriving in any place that would require you to be modest for at least two more rotational cycles."

He let her walk out of the bathroom, but because it was his ship, he didn't want to even risk doing anything that would make her feel pressured or alienated, so he did not pursue her. He realized that if he chased her...and she refused him, it would make it quite awkward...and it would destroy whatever sense of security he might have provided for her. However, if she approached him, he knew quite well that he would both eagerly accept her advances, while at the same time, maintaining the receptive attitude he hoped she'd felt from him, and the ship.

"I am not quite as fond of walking around naked as you are, however. Atalanta can stay warm on these trips, but I generally let her run a little cold to save those precious amounts of energy otherwise used to heat her." When he was finished checking his teeth, his gums, his eyes, and his back, he walked into his room, right past her, and started to move to get dressed, begging the fates to inspire her to stop him.

Hearing that he was about to start getting dressed, she frowned feeling a bit of disappointment creep up inside of her. She couldn't help it. All the thoughts she'd had in the shower, the feelings that had been making her blood boil. Clearing her throat softly, she realized she was actually trying to figure out how to keep him naked longer. This really wasn't her usual attitude. Watching him begin to get dressed, she walked right up to him, grabbing his wrist.

"Fine, you can can get dressed and leave...but you realize you'll be losing our little game here." She was very close to him, grinning up at him, watching him closely, expectantly. It was the only thing she could think of, not even sure why she was going through the trouble of stopping him.

His smile spread from ear to ear. Then he caught himself, his expression portraying intense perplexion. "Game? Why...whatever do you mean, Mistress Brynn." He arched and eyebrow at her and titled his head. "And, you're quite right, I am very capable of dressing myself." As he spoke, he moved closer to her, until much of his body was touching her own.

She could feel his chest against her breast, the head of his length against her waistline, his hands on her wrists as he slowly guided them down to his hips. His hands moved to her sides, gentle holding her. His face was a mere two inches from her own as he looked at her, his eyes filled with lust, dying to feel her and know how she felt. His voice was a mere whisper as his forehead grazed her cheek as he leaned in, planting gentle kisses against the skin of her neck as he moved up to her ear.

"I'm not really sure I like the sound of this 'losing' business you speak of, though. I imagine I'd find myself quite disappointed if I lost a game that I wasn't even aware I was involved in playing..." He nibbled on her ear for a long moment, his form helping her turn until her back was facing the closest, empty wall. He helped her take the steps back as he chewed on her skin, his hands subtly pushing her back against the wall. "Mmm...but, I am concerned...if I win...would that mean that..." his lips leaned away from her ear and grazed her lips... "...You'd lose?" He shook his head, obviously not very fond of the possibility.

The closer he got, the more her temperature began to rise, the more she felt as if she would jump out of her skin and onto him. But she kept it together, keeping up this idea of a game. Allowing him to talk, to move her around, resisting the urge to turn her head and press her lips hard against his, sealing where they were headed. No, not yet, she decided, wanting to try it out until the last second. By the time she felt the cool wall pressing against her back, she was about ready to lose her cool. Especially with every nibble on her skin making her practically squirm.

"Well you see Idris...I think this is a game where we..." Hands moved from his waistline, up his chest, fingertips teasing with a tender touch. "...Can both win. So, are you going to keep teasing me, or are you going to kiss me?" She leaned up, her lips inches from his, she could feel his breath gently batting against her face.

He smiled at her, his face pulling back just enough for him to be able to stare into her eyes. He bit his lip. "Mmm...I think I like the idea of us both winning...so I guess the question for you is...are you going to kiss me back."

He leaned in, slowly, his hand moving up to cup her cheek as his pressed his lips to her own, his tongue teasing her as the rest of his body moved forward, allowing her to feel his weight on top of her, holding her against the wall. She could feel the cold of the wall behind her...changing somehow. The once stiff, hard, unforgiving surface began to warm. It felt malleable and soft...like collision foam. It gave to her figure, supporting her, and she could begin to feel that no matter how much, now, that she might be forced against it, it would never repay her with any kind of injury or pain. He breathed in a deep breath as he lingered there against her lips, breathing in her scent with all the air his lungs could hold.

As soon as his lips touched hers, she felt electricity go right through her body, and she immediately began to kiss him back. As excited she was to finally be kissing him, she didn't allow the kiss to become fast and hungry just yet. Brynn took her time, tongue reaching out to gently run along his, pulling back once to gently nibble at his lower lip. She barely noticed the wall behind her, all she knew was she was very comfortable where she was right now, and nothing mattered outside that kiss. Arms wrapped around him, pulling him even closer to her body, bare flesh pressing against bare flesh. When she finally realized breathing was necessary, she pulled back only slightly, catching her breath as well as she could, her eyes staring up into his.

She'd be met with a very impressed, satisfied expression that had conquered his face. He gave her a moment to breathe and then leaned in again. His left hand moved to her side, moving over her skin as he pinned her against the wall, his right hand moving again to her face as his lips pressed eagerly to her lips, somewhat less gently this time, his tongue moving to find her own as he moaned audibly against her skin. He was still holding back, only giving himself a little more slack than before, but maintaining control.

Glad to see his satisfied expression matched her own feelings about the situation, she was happy to dive into another kiss with him. As his kiss became a little more demanding, her arms tightened around him gently, pulling him even harder against her. Again she pulled away only to bite his lower lip gently, then moved down to his neck, sucking and nibbling the sensitive flesh there. And finally moved back up to his earlobe where she nipped playfully, her lips finally meeting his own in more urgent kiss. As she felt her body temperature rise, she could feel self control slipping away very quickly.

His satisfaction was from the kiss, his being impressed came from her. As he kissed her, and her lips moved away from his mouth, kissing at his neck, she could feel his posture weakening and his eyes shut and his head bobbed, almost lifelessly, until her teeth found his earlobe. She could feel him throbbing. He needed no further encouragement, only her permission. He remained ignorant of the rising temperature as his own body, and what felt like the room, continued to grow more and more warm.

"Idris." She whispered, practically moaning his name, as she pulled out of the kiss that was growing more and more lustful. "I swear I can't take anymore of this teasing." Brynn could barely hear herself speak, her breathing was labored, and it felt like her heart was going a mile a minute. Arms wrapped around him, and she leaned back against the wall, giving him a clear sign she wanted him, and if she didn't get him now, she was going to explode. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips, as she watched him, urging him to close any gap left between them.

He trembled as she backed away, biting his lip. He moved in and kissed her, his affections more rough this time. He nibbled on her neck and ear, his voice quietly abrasive. "Mmmm...then stop teasing..." He nearly growled it into her ear. His hands moved to her waist, holding her as he continued to kiss. She could feel the weight of his body pinning her to the wall. He growled in her ear again. "What is it...exactly...that you want, Mistress?"