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Tristan
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Date Posted: 20:12:15 07/01/02 Mon
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Marz
's message, "Surrounded by women" on 18:12:24 07/01/02 Mon
While Tristan danced with Lycra, his mind began to wander a bit, since she seemed disinclined to talk to him much. Dancing, he decided, was incredibly boring, especially when you kept thinking about somebody else besides your partner. Although he found the feel of her body rubbing against his in time to the music to be kind of nice, he really wished she would just cool it and back off for a minute. But she seemed to enjoy slow dancing for some reason or other. And he guessed he did, too, just not with her.
He closed his eyes and tried to imagine Marz’s arms around him, instead of his around her, but that didn’t work out too well. He felt suddenly flushed just thinking about his lover, especially in his present state, and he tried his best to immediately banish the thought before…but Lycra noticed, and she smiled, pressing her body even closer, if that were possible. He suppressed a groan and tried to imagine something really gross, like what that fat woman who had been talking to Ravin in the distance would look like without any clothes on.
His feelings cooled after a moment, and he reopened his eyes to stare out at the rest of the crowded camp. The Rover women, he realized, were all quite pretty. Each one in fact seemed prettier than the next, and he found his eyes lingering on a pair of full lips, then moving to glance at a slender leg behind a gauzy skirt, the curve of one girl’s hips, and the low cut country bodice of another’s.
It was fairly disgusting and lewd of him, so he (rather reluctantly) forced himself to stop looking at the women and focus on the men instead. That was a pretty dumb move, considering he’d always been a thousand times more attracted to men than women—and the Rover men were HOT! They all had longish hair and dashing expressions, quirky mouths, dancing eyes, slender waists and narrow hips, but strong legs beneath their faded, patched pants…Tristan swallowed and screwed his eyes shut.
“Pervert,” he whispered, unconsciously hugging Lycra closer as if for protection.
“What?” she asked, her head snapping up to stare angrily at him. He blinked, unaware that his habit of thinking out loud had gotten him into trouble once more.
“N-nothing,” he stammered, pausing for a second while their gazes locked. He was much taller, but somehow managed to feel like she was glaring down at him.
Her lips pursed, and suddenly the lock of jet-black hair falling over one eye seemed less seductive. “Did you just call me a—
She paused in mid-sentence to stare at something just over his shoulder. Tristan turned and felt immense relief when he saw Tia standing there. She seemed kind of mad about something, though, and he almost heaved a sigh at the difficulties he was learning about women. The silly things always seemed pissed off about something or other, and always for the dumbest reasons, too.
This reason he could understand, though. “I just saw Marz coming out of a tent,” she began, her violet eyes flashing, “with an auburn haired woman, and he was in the process of lacing up his pants. I don't think you should let the cad get away with cheating on you Tristan!”
“Look!” said Lycra, grinning broadly while pointing at something in the distance, but Tia was still talking.
“Now he's making the moves on someone else!” she added, gesturing in the same direction his smug dancing partner was looking.
Marz was dancing with a pretty blonde girl—big surprise there. However, he believed Tia when she said she’d seen him emerge from a tent with someone else. But…lacing up his pants? Tristan’s expression fell, and he continued to stare at the distant couple without saying a word.
Tia noticed the hurt look in his face and opened her mouth, probably to say something kind for his sake. But Tristan glanced back at her and shook his head, his mouth thinning into a stubborn frown.
“No way,” he said at last, “It’s not possible. Marz wouldn’t cheat on me.” The words sounded stupid and naďve, but when he said them, he said them with a confidence he really did feel for once.
“How do you know?” Lycra asked, rather petulantly. Then she smiled. “Everyone knows he cheated on his last girlfriend. Breeze wouldn’t stop bragging about it for weeks!”
“Well,” Tristan said haughtily, “I’m not his last girlfriend.”
“Yes,” she agreed, smirking. “You’re his new boyfriend. And that’s supposed to make a difference?”
He was so upset he couldn’t think of anything to say back. Privately, he thought “lover” sounded a lot cooler than “boyfriend,” but he wasn’t going to correct her. He threw her one last scathing look before returning his glance to Tia.
“I know him,” he said, pleading her to believe him. “He didn’t cheat. Trust me!”
With that, he left both of them, pushing through the crowd of other dancers, his eyes set on the handsome couple in the distance. Marz put his pretty partner to shame, he thought dreamily—the way his whole body moved sensuously against hers to the music made Tristan’s heart leap from here.
By the time he got to them, he was all for dragging his lover into the nearest tent, but he had to remind himself that there were more important things at the moment.
“Excuse me,” he said, tapping the blonde on the shoulder.
She extricated herself from Marz’s arms and turned to stare quizzically over at him, a smile curving its way onto her lips. “Hello,” she said, reaching up with one long-fingered hand to brush a strand of golden hair out of her blue eyes.
“Yeah, hi,” Tristan replied. “I’m cutting in.”
Her seductively innocent guise dropped almost immediately. “What? With HIM?”
“Yes.” He smiled, but it was one of his more predatory grins. “You see, he belongs to me, and I’m tired of loaning him out at the moment.” She stared at him like he was crazy, her mouth half-hanging open. He made a shooing motion with both hands at her. “Go on then. Run along.”
She marched off in a proper huff, but he didn’t spare her a glance. “As for you,” he continued, turning to Marz, but his lover wasn’t listening to him, at least not now, anyway. The ex-gang leader’s black eyes were slightly glazed, and his breath smelled like wine as he curled his arms around Tristan, pulling him close so he could kiss him.
“Mmm,” Tristan said, his eyes closing automatically while he tried very hard to remember what he’d wanted to talk about. When Marz made no immediate move to end the kiss, he brought his hands up without thinking and wrapped them around his lover’s neck; Marz actually started to sway his body back and forth in time to the music again, urging him to dance. For one teensy weensy little second, Tristan really did forget where they were and what they were doing, except that Marz was kissing him at the moment.
“No!” he finally blurted out, pulling his head back. “No, no, no!” He leveled a glare at Marz, then realized his arms were still around his neck which rather ruined his attempt to look stern. Hastily, he dropped his hands back to his sides and stepped out of Marz’s embrace, taking his hand instead.
“No more wine,” he muttered under his breath while dragging the bemused ex-gang leader beside him to the nearest food tent. “I guess I have to hang all over you the whole night so you don’t run off and start giving out samples of yourself behind my back.”
Once they were under the shade of the garish patterned Rover tent, he plucked an empty glass from one of the tables and filled it with fruit juice. “Drink this,” he ordered, giving it to Marz. He watched him silently for just a few more minutes, but then he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Tia says she saw you come out of a tent with some girl,” he began, his arms folding over his chest as he leaned against one of the tables. “AND she saw you fiddling with your pants on the way out, too.” He sighed, and brushed a wayward strand of hair out of his eyes. “Not that I’m trying to accuse you of anything, but you want to tell me what that was all about?”
Before Marz could even open his mouth to answer, a couple of women came up from behind and tapped him on the shoulder. One of them smiled shyly and managed to be the first to ask him to dance, much to the disgust of her friends. Shy my ass, Tristan thought, narrowing his eyes at her and all the rest. Nasty little harlots, that’s what they were. Every one of them.
“All right, that’s it,” he finally said, gaining all their attentions. Several more had entered to join the group pestering Marz, and though a few had turned their wide, falsely innocent eyes toward him as well, he was having none of that. “Everybody outside. Now.”
He grabbed Marz’s hand again and dragged him outside back under the sun, his jaw set rather stubbornly. The gaggle of women formed an eager, crowded little semi-circle around them, their numbers growing by the second as more and more single young Rovers spotted the handsome pair of young men standing side by side.
“I have an announcement to make,” Tristan continued, trying to meet every one of their eyes. “This,” he said, laying his palm very gently against the flat of Marz’s chest, “Is mine. I’ve worked very hard to get him, and I’m not about to lose him to some brainless forest chit with more curves than sense.”
There were several offended gasps of feminine alarm, but he forged on regardless. “If anyone of you should even THINK of stealing him away when I’m not looking, think again.” His eyes narrowed. “There ARE no secrets where he and I are concerned. I WILL find out. And you will not like the consequences that will soon follow. Got it?”
“Are you threatening us?” asked one of the women, her proud eyes narrowed to match his expression. Several of the others glanced warily at his sword.
“Damn right I’m threatening you,” he hissed back. She stared at him in disbelief, and when he took a quick step forward, they all shrieked and took off running.
Tristan actually bounced in place a bit a couple times, he was so pleased with their reaction. He rolled his eyes when he saw Marz looking at him like he was nuts. “I’m not really gonna hurt them,” he pointed out, though he figured his lover already knew that. Marz’s look probably had to do with his sudden realization that his soulmate was an absolute psychopath.
Everything was cool for a while, and not one woman glanced in their direction. But after only a few minutes had passed, Tristan looked up and noticed a large group of Rover men headed in their direction. A couple of them carried hunting knives, but the rest looked mad enough to not need any weapon whatsoever to cause the maximum amount of damage.
Tristan blinked. “Oh, shit,” he said, but really, that was all he could think to say at the moment.
“All right,” one of the men said, his eyes boring a hole into the two youths before him. “Which one of you jerks threatened our sisters?”
“Um,” Tristan said, and he sidled closer to Marz, his eyes never leaving the group of men. “Why can’t you just say no?” he hissed at his lover. “All you have to do is learn to tell a girl no, and none of this would have to happen!”
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