Post by Elvensmith on Oct 20, 2010 8:41:29 GMT 10
Title: Better Left in the Past
Rating: PG-13
Length: 1779 words
Category: Provost's Dog
Summary: Looking back, there weren't very many things she hadn't told Rosto about.
Peculiar Pairings: Beka/Ersken
Beka turned over in the bed, listening to Rosto breathing softly at her side. A small smile lit upon her lips, as she thought of the past few months she and Rosto had spent together. Tomorrow they were leaving on a trip to Tusaine. It had been difficult to arrange, but eventually they'd pulled it off. Aniki would replace Rosto while he was gone and Beka had worked overtime for the past 2 months to get some time off. The only times she'd ever been alone with Rosto and free to show him her love was at night, and they were always too tired to do anything. Beka was so happy that she couldn't sleep.
There was one thing she was guilty about, though. One secret that she'd never spoken to him about-- never spoken to anyone about. Sometimes she did wonder if she should tell him though. But she knew that this particular thing was better left in the past.
"So, Rebakah, what do you say?" Ersken asked her as she put her gear away. "Come on... have dinner with me just this once."
Beka glared at him, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. "We have training tomorrow. I want to rest up."
"You can let go for a little while," he said, smiling hopefully.
Beka looked away so he wouldn't see her blush. He only had her best interests at heart, really, but she didn't want to get into a relationship while she had to focus on training. Especially not with a fellow trainee.
"Come on, Beka," he said sweetly, putting his hand under her chin and maiking her look up into his eyes. He had very pretty eyes. "What if some others came too? Like Verene and that other guy-- Hilyard. It'd be fun. We've all been working so cursed hard..."
Beka sighed. It did sound like fun. "Where did you want to go?"
"I was thinking I'd take you over to the Fisher's Jig at dusk this evening. It's a dancing pub in Flash district," he said, grinning.
"Isn't it a little expensive up there?" Beka frowned.
"It's one of the cheaper ones. But I'll take care of the payment, so don't worry about it," he replied.
"That's fine, I guess. Do you know where I live?"
"Yeah, of course. I'll see you then," he said. He was suddenly very close, and she thought he would kiss her, but he simply smiled. Then he let her go and left her alone in the storage room.
Beka stood there for a while, thinking her choice through. She wouldn't drink, she would stay with Verene and Hilyard and she would get back at a reasonable time. That was a good plan. As she was thinking, Verene came in the storage room to put away her own things.
"Hey, Beka. I was just talkin' with Ersken. You forced him t' bring me'n Hilyard, right?" she giggled, tugging off her waited jacket..
"I didn't force him to do anything," Beka replied.
"You should give him a chance, Beka. He's handsome'n he's the kindest cove. He seems like the kind of cove'd charm you."
Beka ducked her head. "I'd like better to be friends."
Verene sighed and rolled her eyes. "Beka have you ever been with a cove?"
"'Course I have!" Beka snapped. "But I'd rather stay out of that kind of thing while I'm still training."
"You need t' let loose sometimes," Verene advised.
"Dogs can't 'let loose'," Beka retorted.
"Sure they can! And we're still trainees, anyway."
"We won't get to be Dogs if we live by your philosophy."
"I'm not saying that we should drink gallons of mead and bed every cove in the Lower City. I just think you sould get a man and have some fun with your friends once in a while," Verene replied exasperatedly.
"Men are too much work. But you're right," Beka sighed. "I could spend a little more time on the streets that I'll patrol one day."
Verene suddenly hugged Beka. "Just don't kill yourself from workin' too hard, 'kay?" She then released her friend and left the room.
Beka followed at a slower pace, weary from that day's training. Really, she'd wanted to go to a bathhouse that evening and get rid of all the stress and such, but Ersken had asked her so often that she just couldn't say no again. And he was sweet.
That evening, Beka took a short bath and put on her only dress. It was a garment she wore rarely, as she didn't go out a lot. She took her purse and waited for Ersken by the door of the apartment.
She was starting to feel a little uncomfortable when Ersken, Verene and Hilyard came up the road, all three well-dressed. Ersken waved at her with a grin.
"You look nice," he beamed.
"Thanks," Beka blushed. "So do you. Let's go."
He held out an arm and they walked on together. "So how are you at dancing?" he asked after a while.
"I'm okay. Lady Teodorie taught us, but I haven't practiced in a while," she responded. "I'm sure you're better'n me."
"No, I'm terrible! I'm notorious for my foot-crushing skills," he laughed.
Beka smiled but did not respond. She simply strolled along, feeling the cool night air on her skin, the babble of the Lower City folk, the feeling of freedom... She was suddenly happy sh'd decided to come. She hadn't felt so carefree in a long time.
They finally arrived at the Fisher's Jig, a brightly lit pub full of young city-folk. Ersken lead the way and they entered into a loud, enthusiastic environment.
"May I be assistin' yez?" a woman asked, strolling up to them lazily.
"A table for four?" Ersken asked.
Beka trembled as he lightly caressed her arm. She wanted to yank away, but she decided that it wouldn't seem right, seeing as they were out together.
"Yer age?" she asked as she led them over to a little table in the corner.
"16... well, Hilyard's already 17," Verene said loudly, her face glowing with the thrill of the night.
"Well, yez can't drink the strong'uns, 'cept for th' 17-year one," she growled and stalked away.
"I won't drink," Hilyard promised them. "I didn't know they had age restrictions."
"Only at the dancing pubs, since they're full of young folk. They think we'll all drink too much," Ersken explained.
"They're probably right," Beka said, trying to ignore Ersken's warm arm around her waist. It held her so firmly.
Around them, everyone danced to the music of a string quartet. Beka didn't know most of the new jigs, but it still looked very fun.
"Hey, Beka. Hilyard and I are going to dance. Just order and onion soup for me and the eel for Hilyard," Verene said, standing up.
"No, no don't go--" Beka called to her, but she was already gone. And now Beka was alone with the sweet and charming Ersken.
"Hey, Beka..." Ersken began. "I don't want to seem forceful to you, but you need to know that I like you. I think I've made that much plain. I want to court you, but all that really matters is what you want."
Beka blushed deeply and felt her heart-rate speed up. She risked a glance at him and felt his pretty eyes reach her heart. She touched his hand. "I don't want to distract myself..."
"How distracting can it be? What harm can this do? You'll be the best Dog in Tortall, regardless!" he said to her, a twinkle in his eye.
She smiled. "You think so?" She had to hear that again.
"Definitely. You're already the best trainee by far. Even with a little distraction like me, you'd still be the best." Ersken touched her cheek.
Beka looked away. "Can't we be friends? Wouldn't that be better?"
Ersken smiled, though she could see regret in his eyes. "We're already friends. That'll never change, Beka. Just know that I'm yours to command."
She looked into his eyes. She wanted him-- a lot. She hadn't been with a man in almost a year. "Maybe... just once..." she began. "And if it doesn't work, we can still be friends..."
"That's right," Ersken replied quietly, eyes on her lips, so soft. He leaned in slowly, feeling giddy. And when their lips met, it felt wonderful.
Beka smiled against his mouth, trying to suppress a giggle. Her hands moved over his body, inside his shirt, through his hair... It felt good to be kissed, to be touched, to be loved. Beka put herarms around his neck, kissing him back gently, letting her tongue slide into his sweet mouth. She could feel his warm hands on her hips.
"'Scuse me, youngins, but yez got ter order," the mot had returned, looking testier than ever.
Ersken pulled back and cleared his throats. His hands still caressed her waist. "Um... They- they wanted onion soup, the eel plate... Curry rice for me and-p what do you want, Beka?"
"Mutton with wild rice, please," Beka said, feeling happy.
"And fer drinks?"
"Two raspberry twilseys and, er, a jug of water, I suppose," Ersken shrugged. His hand wandered down her back and she shivered, her heart beating faster.
"Wonderful," the mot said sarcastically and walked away.
As soon as the mot turned her back, Beka kissed Ersken again, her heart fluttering. His kisses were wonderful and she hoped he thought the same about hers. It had been so long since she'd been this intimate with a cove...
Beka smiled a little, thinking back on the love she'd shared with Ersken. It had only been recent that they'd broken it off, when Ersken met Kora. Their affair had stretched over many years, and yet her heart hadn't been broken when it ended. He never officially courted her anyway. Maybe Verene had known about the affair, but she didn't think Hilyard ever noticed that it had gone farther than that one night. The night they'd spent together were but a distant memory now... It was as though nothing had changed. And she loved Rosto, even though his kisses weren't as sweet as Ersken's. And Ersken loved Kora, she thought.
Beka snuggled closer to Rosto and put an arm around his waist. She could never tell Rosto, and Ersken could never tell Kora. It was a secret, a sweet one, a harmless one, like a forgotten dream of romance. It was something left better in the past.
Rating: PG-13
Length: 1779 words
Category: Provost's Dog
Summary: Looking back, there weren't very many things she hadn't told Rosto about.
Peculiar Pairings: Beka/Ersken
Beka turned over in the bed, listening to Rosto breathing softly at her side. A small smile lit upon her lips, as she thought of the past few months she and Rosto had spent together. Tomorrow they were leaving on a trip to Tusaine. It had been difficult to arrange, but eventually they'd pulled it off. Aniki would replace Rosto while he was gone and Beka had worked overtime for the past 2 months to get some time off. The only times she'd ever been alone with Rosto and free to show him her love was at night, and they were always too tired to do anything. Beka was so happy that she couldn't sleep.
There was one thing she was guilty about, though. One secret that she'd never spoken to him about-- never spoken to anyone about. Sometimes she did wonder if she should tell him though. But she knew that this particular thing was better left in the past.
"So, Rebakah, what do you say?" Ersken asked her as she put her gear away. "Come on... have dinner with me just this once."
Beka glared at him, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. "We have training tomorrow. I want to rest up."
"You can let go for a little while," he said, smiling hopefully.
Beka looked away so he wouldn't see her blush. He only had her best interests at heart, really, but she didn't want to get into a relationship while she had to focus on training. Especially not with a fellow trainee.
"Come on, Beka," he said sweetly, putting his hand under her chin and maiking her look up into his eyes. He had very pretty eyes. "What if some others came too? Like Verene and that other guy-- Hilyard. It'd be fun. We've all been working so cursed hard..."
Beka sighed. It did sound like fun. "Where did you want to go?"
"I was thinking I'd take you over to the Fisher's Jig at dusk this evening. It's a dancing pub in Flash district," he said, grinning.
"Isn't it a little expensive up there?" Beka frowned.
"It's one of the cheaper ones. But I'll take care of the payment, so don't worry about it," he replied.
"That's fine, I guess. Do you know where I live?"
"Yeah, of course. I'll see you then," he said. He was suddenly very close, and she thought he would kiss her, but he simply smiled. Then he let her go and left her alone in the storage room.
Beka stood there for a while, thinking her choice through. She wouldn't drink, she would stay with Verene and Hilyard and she would get back at a reasonable time. That was a good plan. As she was thinking, Verene came in the storage room to put away her own things.
"Hey, Beka. I was just talkin' with Ersken. You forced him t' bring me'n Hilyard, right?" she giggled, tugging off her waited jacket..
"I didn't force him to do anything," Beka replied.
"You should give him a chance, Beka. He's handsome'n he's the kindest cove. He seems like the kind of cove'd charm you."
Beka ducked her head. "I'd like better to be friends."
Verene sighed and rolled her eyes. "Beka have you ever been with a cove?"
"'Course I have!" Beka snapped. "But I'd rather stay out of that kind of thing while I'm still training."
"You need t' let loose sometimes," Verene advised.
"Dogs can't 'let loose'," Beka retorted.
"Sure they can! And we're still trainees, anyway."
"We won't get to be Dogs if we live by your philosophy."
"I'm not saying that we should drink gallons of mead and bed every cove in the Lower City. I just think you sould get a man and have some fun with your friends once in a while," Verene replied exasperatedly.
"Men are too much work. But you're right," Beka sighed. "I could spend a little more time on the streets that I'll patrol one day."
Verene suddenly hugged Beka. "Just don't kill yourself from workin' too hard, 'kay?" She then released her friend and left the room.
Beka followed at a slower pace, weary from that day's training. Really, she'd wanted to go to a bathhouse that evening and get rid of all the stress and such, but Ersken had asked her so often that she just couldn't say no again. And he was sweet.
That evening, Beka took a short bath and put on her only dress. It was a garment she wore rarely, as she didn't go out a lot. She took her purse and waited for Ersken by the door of the apartment.
She was starting to feel a little uncomfortable when Ersken, Verene and Hilyard came up the road, all three well-dressed. Ersken waved at her with a grin.
"You look nice," he beamed.
"Thanks," Beka blushed. "So do you. Let's go."
He held out an arm and they walked on together. "So how are you at dancing?" he asked after a while.
"I'm okay. Lady Teodorie taught us, but I haven't practiced in a while," she responded. "I'm sure you're better'n me."
"No, I'm terrible! I'm notorious for my foot-crushing skills," he laughed.
Beka smiled but did not respond. She simply strolled along, feeling the cool night air on her skin, the babble of the Lower City folk, the feeling of freedom... She was suddenly happy sh'd decided to come. She hadn't felt so carefree in a long time.
They finally arrived at the Fisher's Jig, a brightly lit pub full of young city-folk. Ersken lead the way and they entered into a loud, enthusiastic environment.
"May I be assistin' yez?" a woman asked, strolling up to them lazily.
"A table for four?" Ersken asked.
Beka trembled as he lightly caressed her arm. She wanted to yank away, but she decided that it wouldn't seem right, seeing as they were out together.
"Yer age?" she asked as she led them over to a little table in the corner.
"16... well, Hilyard's already 17," Verene said loudly, her face glowing with the thrill of the night.
"Well, yez can't drink the strong'uns, 'cept for th' 17-year one," she growled and stalked away.
"I won't drink," Hilyard promised them. "I didn't know they had age restrictions."
"Only at the dancing pubs, since they're full of young folk. They think we'll all drink too much," Ersken explained.
"They're probably right," Beka said, trying to ignore Ersken's warm arm around her waist. It held her so firmly.
Around them, everyone danced to the music of a string quartet. Beka didn't know most of the new jigs, but it still looked very fun.
"Hey, Beka. Hilyard and I are going to dance. Just order and onion soup for me and the eel for Hilyard," Verene said, standing up.
"No, no don't go--" Beka called to her, but she was already gone. And now Beka was alone with the sweet and charming Ersken.
"Hey, Beka..." Ersken began. "I don't want to seem forceful to you, but you need to know that I like you. I think I've made that much plain. I want to court you, but all that really matters is what you want."
Beka blushed deeply and felt her heart-rate speed up. She risked a glance at him and felt his pretty eyes reach her heart. She touched his hand. "I don't want to distract myself..."
"How distracting can it be? What harm can this do? You'll be the best Dog in Tortall, regardless!" he said to her, a twinkle in his eye.
She smiled. "You think so?" She had to hear that again.
"Definitely. You're already the best trainee by far. Even with a little distraction like me, you'd still be the best." Ersken touched her cheek.
Beka looked away. "Can't we be friends? Wouldn't that be better?"
Ersken smiled, though she could see regret in his eyes. "We're already friends. That'll never change, Beka. Just know that I'm yours to command."
She looked into his eyes. She wanted him-- a lot. She hadn't been with a man in almost a year. "Maybe... just once..." she began. "And if it doesn't work, we can still be friends..."
"That's right," Ersken replied quietly, eyes on her lips, so soft. He leaned in slowly, feeling giddy. And when their lips met, it felt wonderful.
Beka smiled against his mouth, trying to suppress a giggle. Her hands moved over his body, inside his shirt, through his hair... It felt good to be kissed, to be touched, to be loved. Beka put herarms around his neck, kissing him back gently, letting her tongue slide into his sweet mouth. She could feel his warm hands on her hips.
"'Scuse me, youngins, but yez got ter order," the mot had returned, looking testier than ever.
Ersken pulled back and cleared his throats. His hands still caressed her waist. "Um... They- they wanted onion soup, the eel plate... Curry rice for me and-p what do you want, Beka?"
"Mutton with wild rice, please," Beka said, feeling happy.
"And fer drinks?"
"Two raspberry twilseys and, er, a jug of water, I suppose," Ersken shrugged. His hand wandered down her back and she shivered, her heart beating faster.
"Wonderful," the mot said sarcastically and walked away.
As soon as the mot turned her back, Beka kissed Ersken again, her heart fluttering. His kisses were wonderful and she hoped he thought the same about hers. It had been so long since she'd been this intimate with a cove...
Beka smiled a little, thinking back on the love she'd shared with Ersken. It had only been recent that they'd broken it off, when Ersken met Kora. Their affair had stretched over many years, and yet her heart hadn't been broken when it ended. He never officially courted her anyway. Maybe Verene had known about the affair, but she didn't think Hilyard ever noticed that it had gone farther than that one night. The night they'd spent together were but a distant memory now... It was as though nothing had changed. And she loved Rosto, even though his kisses weren't as sweet as Ersken's. And Ersken loved Kora, she thought.
Beka snuggled closer to Rosto and put an arm around his waist. She could never tell Rosto, and Ersken could never tell Kora. It was a secret, a sweet one, a harmless one, like a forgotten dream of romance. It was something left better in the past.