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Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 5:33 pm
Everything was a rush, all the time. There were the initial Weyrling lessons that had always been interesting with Ianath, who was always absolutely obsessed with getting everything done right the first time. Inaari generally shared this enthusiasm and optimism, but unlike her beloved dragon, did not get so very upset when things didn't quite turn out that way. After all, everything was brand-new to both of them, it couldn't be perfect all the time! Things had gotten better as lessons had progressed, but it hadn't really made the new Weyrwoman-in-training any real friends.
Thankfully, T'ron - was always there for her, as was L'tan in his own way. She suspected it had a lot to do with the fact that she spent almost as much time with the silver rider as he himself did than their own personal friendship. Inaari just didn't have time for those things, and it was getting worse. Just the night before had been her long talk with Eirlyn about what being a Weyrwoman truly entailed, and given her some very heavy and distressing things to think over.
This had caused Inaari to retreat to her room for two days, barely speaking to anyone except to snap with overwhelming stress. Ianath, on the other hand, could not have been more excited!
Please cheer up, Inaarimine! We will be very good at what we do now, and there will be no more messing up!" Ianath was perhaps a bit of an optimist. You will be the best Junior Weyrwoman, and when I raise to fly I will have the largest clutch and be flown by the very best, most handsome bronze! Ianath was also very young, and had not yet been grasped by the fear that came when flights were mentioned to the brunette rider.
After all, T'ron was a silver rider!
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 8:19 pm
Therion - because he still had a hard time not thinking of himself as Therion, the GlassSmith - was exhausted. So many lessons...hours upon hours spent with M'tais and his Etuth...and with the Weyrleader and others. He worked as hard as he could simply because that was the sort of work ethic he'd been born with (okay, so really it was just that he was stubborn and hard-headed)...and because there was no sharding way that Cavenath would let him do less than his best.
But no matter how exhausted he was, he made time for L'tan and Inaari. The friendship they shared helped to get him through the long days and too-short nights. Every waking moment that he didn't have to spend cleaning or whatnot..he was with them. Naturally he spent some time with his bunk-mate, but mostly he stuck with Inaari and L'tan. And their dragons (thankfully all three beasts got along pretty well).
Sadly, sometimes the stress got to them all, so when it hit Inaari and she was moody, snappish and hiding away from everyone (coming out only for lessons and food)...T'ron decided that he was going to visit her in her quarters, Cav at his heels, with some tasty food in his hands (cajoled from some of the younger girls in the kitchens).
We should have brought Ianath something to eat too. While growing we are always hungry.
"I know, but I couldn't carry it and your hide is too thin right now for the sharp pieces, I won't risk it." But he'd brought a pot of special oil for Inaari to use on her dragon. Hopefully that would be a nice enough gift.
He and his dragon stomped along until they came to Inaari's space, Cav didn't wait but stomped on through to go visit with Ianath, but T'ron called out and waited to be invited in.
Ianaaath, Cavenath and His have arrived to keep you and Yours company! You are looking beautiful as ever~
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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 1:15 am
Inaari's head came up sharply when the large silver bust into her weyrling room, brown eyes narrowing, mouth opening to snap when Ianath's eager bugle of welcome sounded noisly. Normally the gold was quite piqued when anyone came into their weyr without asking or really announcing themselves, this restraint now showing how badly she thought Hers needed to see Cavenath's. Cavenath! You are looking very big today! It is good you and Yours are here, Mine has been very snappy and I think that Yours will make her smile. She needs to smile. Anxiety was showing in the odd yellow-green tinge of her faceted eyes, causing the junior weyrwoman to relent and try to summon up a smile.
"Come on in, T'ron. It seems something that belongs to you has found its way into my room, and you should come get it." It was a bit milder of a statement than usual, but her nerves were strung tight with the ideas that Eirlyn had put into her head. How long did she have before Ianath rose? Probably a good six months now, but well. That was not a very long time when it came to humans. Stress was showing in the paleness of her skin, puff half-moons under Inaari's eyes that she had tried to hide with cool water. Brunette hair was tumbled everywhere and her kirtle was wrinkled - it wasn't usual for her.
Though she did have enough mind to tug at the wrinkles for a moment, a hand going to her hair before sighing and simply flipping it back over her shoulder. Nobody was perfect, and if things were going to happen the way she was trying to arrange them, he'd see her with messy hair one day.
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Posted: Sun Jul 18, 2010 1:32 am
Ianath says such nice things, this is why we like to visit. The snarky Silver made a rumbling sound of amusement as he joined Ianath, touching his muzzle to her shoulder in a familiar, but polite, way. Also because only Ianath is shiny enough to be with. Yes, Cav was a snob - even when he'd been a little runty hatchling that T'ron had carried around like a big dog he'd been a snob - and his bunkmate was simply not pretty enough to suit him.
Ianath's eyes might have had that worried hue, but his were calm and happy.
"Hi 'Naari, sorry he burst in on you like that..." The tall brunette pushed aside the cloth separating her bunk from the rest of the caverns and stepped in; one hand still holding onto the pie. "So...I brought you something I thought you might like..." His girl looked so...stressed, so wan and worried. T'ron didn't know what to say or do, but he was going to try his hardest and do his best to cheer her up, to make things right for her.
He set the pie down so that he could reach out, touch her hair -- maybe even pull her close for a hug.
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 1:07 am
The hand on her hair nearly broke Inaari's strong will and reserve of emotional energy - she'd just been going for too long to hold the nerves down, especially for Ther. Reaching out, she wrapped an arm around his long legs and hugged him, smiling nonetheless. Ianath did have a point, he would make her smile, and smiles always helped things. At least, that was what she'd always told her weeping siblings - smiles healed, tears hurt!
"So you decided to bring yourself? That was thoughtful." A freckled chin rested against his hip as Inaari studied her Weyrling companion and well...boyfriend. Boyfriend. So it was alright to ask awkward, personal questions when someone was your boyfriend right? Nervously, she released him and made space next to her so that he might sit, fingers worrying the hem of her bodice before she relaxed. Certainly Ianath was in better spirits after the smile, nosing back at Cavenath with some pleasure.
You are very shiny yourself, though very pale. I like it. This was stated as if her acceptance of his coloring was the most important thing in the world, and without it he might wither into dragon nothingness before vanishing between. Oh Ianath! Using this as a distraction, the weyrwoman in training pointed to the pair with some forced humor. "Look at them, seems like we lucked out with our dragons, huh?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 12:24 pm
It didn't take amazing powers of observation for T'ron to tell that his girl was seriously troubled about something; hurting inside and just...done. She was, as M'tais liked to say, Full-up - it referred to state of mental being where you just couldn't take anything else in (it happened to young dragons and their riders quite a bit in the early stages, and wasn't uncommong in the older werylings either). He let her hug onto his legs without saying anything, he just continued to pet her hair until she started talking first.
"I brought some pie too, incase you're hungry. I didn't make it, so it's edible." T'ron settled next to his friend, his weyr-mate, his girlfriend and confidant and gave her a bit of a smile in the hopes of cheering her up more.
Cavenath made low pleased sounds and arched his head proudly; making a big to-do that Ianath liked his color. It was important - frightfully so! I am like the moon. Cav stretched his wings out for a moment before folding them tidily back to his body. Ianath is the sun, bright and shining! Shameless flatterer and flirt!
Ther peered over along Inaari's finger, towards the two preening, metallic dragons and laughed. "Yeah, we did. Good thing too, 'cause otherwise it'd be hard to be like this..." The brunette - for his hair had finally returned fully to it's natural color after these many months - grinned and very gently captured one of her hands in his, bringing it to his lips to brush a light kiss across the back of her hand.
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 1:07 pm
Some of the tension flowing through the young goldrider's body eased when his lips touched the back of her hand and legs curled up under her body so that Inaari could curl up against T'ron. There was always a bit of wistfulness for her when they were together: if she'd remained in the Holds they could have been joined by now. But there was no way she would ever want to be without Ianath, not even for a second, not even for him. And it wasn't like flights meant that they couldn't be together anyway - it was just one day, twice a year?
Logic always tended to win out with Inaari, settling her back into a more solid frame of mind. Lately she'd been having to stop and force herself into the normal thought patterns of the logical - but it always helped.
It enabled her to genuinely laugh and beam at T'ron. "I'm shocked you were even able to get a pie! Did you tell them I ordered it? Did they try to beat you out of the Caverns?" There had been several times, even as weyrlings, that he'd had to tiptoe around the kitchens very carefully just to see her. It'd always made her heart warm, and still did. Certainly Ianath was warm when it came to Cavenath, and had she been feathered, would have been ruffled out to show her pleasure. Instead, she was extending herself as much as possible in the little weyr, showing off.
The sun? I agree, I am very bright like the sun. Inaarimine has been oiling me more often, there have been a few itches. I am growing very fast - do you peel much? It does not show! This was perhaps one of her best compliments, that the patchy skin of a rapidly growing dragon did not show. It was a remark on the looks of the dragon and the dedication of the rider - always a good thing! I would listen, Cavenath. I think Mine has something to say to your rider. It was perhaps one of the more conscientious things that she had ever said. But then, her beloved rider was quite upset over this, and helping her was paramount.
Helping Inaari was helping Ianath - there could not be problems there!
Hearing Ianath's comment made the young woman take a deep breath and let it out, a preparatory gesture for a long oratory of some sort. Good or bad could not be determined when her owlish brown eyes looked up into T'ron's deep blue. "Speaking of...being here like this, there's something I have to ask you." Fingers laced with the ones the silver rider was holding and the young woman tried as hard as she could to hold his gaze. "I've been talking with Weyrwoman Eirlyn you know, and she ah...gave me some very good advice about Ianath and Flights." Teeth worried her bottom lip for a moment, before her gaze dipped.
"I am sure it's evident - I'm Hold bred and unmarried. That means I am ah...inexperienced in the sorts of things that will happen when Ianath rises for the first time. Eirlyn suggested that it might be a bad thing for this to happen." A pause for a breath, and a little deprecating laugh. "She actually flat-out suggested this herself." Eyes flicked up and held again. "We think it would be a good idea if you helped me with this. Help me be more experienced." Inaari's face was flushed red with embarrassment and shame under the freckles, hoping that with her curled against his side and holding on, the former glass-smith would not go running. She wasn't sure she could hold it together anymore if he did.
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 5:32 pm
With his girl safely in his lap, in the protective, possessive embrace, the tall young man could work a little more magic; definitely get Inaari's spirits up. Affection or humor - or a mixture of both - he'd do whatever he had to (within reason...he would not paint Cavenath purple or something ridiculous like that).
"Are you kidding? I was about to steal it when that round girl with the dark hair smacked me and said I could just ask. And then she said no, so I grabbed it and ran." To the tune of pots, pans and other assorted projectiles clattering against the floor in his wake; for his great size and weight, T'ron was quite the runner - swift enough to evade kitchen-ware attacks! His relationship with the kitchen staff had gotten better, but mostly with the younger women. The older ones still saw him as a horrible scamp and the sound of his and L'tan's voices could still set the ladies into an aggrivated buzzing for countless candlemarks.
Mine is very good about oiling too, but I grow too fast sometimes. It was an understatement. Of all the dragons that had been hatched from Feynath's clutch, he and Ianath had been the ones to grow the most - from being the runt, to being massive, Cavenath's hide was something that T'ron was forever oiling or scrubbing gently. He cocked his head back towards the pair of humans and settled, his eyes half closing as his bulk shuffled closer towards the golden Queenling.
I will listen so later I can remind T'ronmine. Certain that as wonderful as his was, he would forget...or misremember, the dragon was intent to give T'ron as much help as possible.
He listened intently to what Inaari had to say, eyes going wide when she started talking about what Weyrwoman Erilyn had been telling her about Flights and such. In a way, he was surprised...but in another he was not - T'ron was, after all, a weyrbrat. It wasn't until his girlfriend started talking about her inexperience...and how she wanted his help with that, that his expression started turning wide-eyed and "buh"-esque.
T'ron squeezed her hand reassuringly as he gathered his thoughts; of course he wanted to 'help'! Bedding Inaari was one of his dirty little fantasies, played out late in the night when his bunkmate was sleeping (not that he would ever admit that, no). "She suggested you and I..." After moment of blundering around mentally, he realized that this was a huge deal for the girl in his lap and hugged her tight to his chest. "'Naari," He gently dropped a kiss atop her head, then ducked his head down so he could nose her face up for a little kiss, "I....would love to be your first."
No super-skilled lothario, he did at least know enough of what he'd be doing to not ruin her, to make it enjoyable (as enjoyable as a girl's first could be). Still, his cheeks flushed pink; having the experience didn't keep him from feeling embarrassment, nervousness or excitement. "Your first...second....every time after, if you'll let me." Except, of course, when Ianath was proddy and went on a Flight.
Not for the last time, T'ron wished Cavenath would show some interest in Ianath!
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 6:04 pm
...every time? There was supposed to be more than one, wasn't there? That was how those things worked, and why she had eight siblings and several nieces and nephews scattered about the breadth of their cothold and surrounding areas as her brothers and sisters could manage. Every time? That caused the girl to at first smile shyly, and it grew and grew until Inaari was all but beaming in T'ron's lap. Her hand released him and latched around his neck with a incredibly relieved laugh, a soft kiss still hesitant with the fact that she was not quite used to having someone to demonstrate such affections on this openly.
Ianath was on the receiving end of some of this happiness as well, lifting her head to let out a brassy bugle of happiness into the weyr. This is very good, Inaarimine! Now we will be the best in the weyr and our flight will be the highest, furthest, and I will lay many eggs. Especially when my bronze catches me. I look like I can lay many eggs, do I not? It was directed at the two who could hear her, and hopefully the third who could not. Inaari was still puzzled as to who it was that was 'her' bronze, but the exultant crowing her mind only made the girl laugh more, until she was all but weak in T'ron's arms.
"Yes Ianath, you will lay the most eggs and be the most beloved queen, because you are the best. But make sure you stay away from Feynath's bronze, or else Eirlyn will have us left out for Thread!" That was still a fresh memory, the terror she'd felt when for a short moment the Weyrwoman had thought that Inaari might want to step up and take her weyrmate and her place. No, Inaari was happy enough to help without being in charge - being totally in charge was a level of culpability she was not ready for at all!
Settling from the giggles and eased of most of her tension, chocolate eyes gleamed up at T'ron. "So every time? How many is every?" She couldn't help but be curious - at least she knew he was firmly rooted with her now, even if they had weeks before their ban was lifted. Inaari, like every teenage girl, was deprecating about her skills with boys. "And...you're okay that...well. Flights. Being Flights." He was weyrbred, he should know what that meant, and agreed anyway. That was good! Oh, this was so confusing!
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 3:19 am
T'ron just held onto Inaari possessively until Ianath startled him by letting out a loud clarion - she was that happy. He knew how close his bond was with Cavenath, so he figured that it was just a sign of how happy he'd just made Inaari...which made him gloat, the big lug.
Cavenath made a lower bugling sound along with Ianath and then bobbed his head prettily in agreement. Initially, he hadn't much cared for Inaari (and he still had some...reservations about His being so involved with her) but Ianath had gone a long way towards making him accept her. The Golden Queenlet was absolutely glorious and he adored her beautiful, sun-kissed hide. Plus, she was always so neatly groomed! 'Only the best bronzes for Ianath!' He also agreed with her that she looked like she would have amazing clutches with lots of eggs and be the best Queen - just as she wanted.
When Cav started with all of his noise to accompany the young queen, T'ron's two firelizards, Amon and Amarth, came popping into Inaari's quarters and flying in erratic circles around the two metallic dragons. He noticed this because of how he was sitting, but he was far more interested in looking down at Inaari as she smiled up at him in a manner that turned his brain to sweetsand.
"As often as we want?" Wasn't that a good answer? Truthfully? He was a man and he could have happily had her twice a day and a quickie at noontime. But they were dragonriders, not normal people...so it would be as often as they could, when she wanted, without upsetting the dragons. Nevermind that they had to wait until the bans were lifted.
"Hmm? Oh, of course." He shrugged a little and then dropped a kiss to her nose, all sweet like. "Flights are just...Flights. I'd be lying if I didn't say I wish Cav had any interest in Flights, but...it's not a huge deal." The two fire lizards perched on Cavenath and started to clean him while T'ron watched, though they both lifted their heads and chittered at him for a moment. "I should have known they'd find me." He shifted their position a bit to be more comfortable but then smiled.
"Just...expect me there. The next morning...to uh, 'escort' the bronze-rider out."
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 8:03 pm
Loathe to look away, she spared only a quick smile over towards the industriously irritating little firelizards - at least they were happy to annoy the dragons instead of their human for a change. This was a fairly important conversation, and dealing with the two little dragon forebears trying to crawl all into her clothing didn't exactly help anyone focus. Because then T'ron had to reach in and pull them out, which meant that her clothes got all disheveled, hands were on skin, and at any point anyone could just wander in. They were still on a ban!
Her eyes gleamed with mischief and a bit of a smug quality - obviously he cared enough to throw the other man out, and that said a lot. Flight-born sex was one thing, any contact afterwards was optional, and Ianath was not the Senior queen to force her rider to play nice with the bronzerider. "As long as you are not trying to teach them to fly, I don't care what you do with the bronzeriders. I certainly won't be keeping any of them around me, though I think Ianath favors Pioth as a companion when she cannot have Cavenath." A blush rose under her freckles and eyes dipped to stare intently at T'ron's collarbone.
"And uhm...I think...I think that's a good number. Often. Many." The thought came to Inaari that it would be lovely if they could share a weyr. Ianath would certainly coo at the idea of having Cavenath with her always, and Inaari would simply love having T'ron near. But she was a weyrwoman, and weyrwomen did not share their rooms. Maybe she would be the first? It remained to be seen. "I hope to expect you more than those mornings though. Many mornings, in fact." Fingers tangled in his shirt and tugged playfully. "Even more evenings. Once we're not weyrlings, there'll be more time for...those things." A shy smile, and then she stretched up to kiss his chin - it was only as far as she could reach!
Ianath, content that hers was calmed and contented, was paying more attention to Cavenath and the little flits. Never before had they come so very close to the queen dragon, and her big blunt nose was poking in where they were preening the great silver. I have not been so close to little ones before. Hello little ones, you are very tiny. Her eyes whirled as she cooed and chirped at them, trying to catch their attention. Cavenath, are they not annoying? They looked so, but it could not hurt to have extra cleanings! Maybe that was why he was so very gleaming?
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 1:09 am
For whatever reason, the two fire-lizards were leaving them alone - T'ron was so happy he could have kissed both of them, or at least given them an extra oiling. Ban or no ban, he wasn't certain he could have handled trying to fish out one or both of the little bastards from Inaari's clothes (they so did love to do that)...especially not knowing that she wanted him to be her first!
"Okay okay, I guess I won't send 'em sailing out. Guess it wouldn't do to have Weyrwoman Erilyn angry 'cause I injured a bronzerider or two." He chuckled a little bit and nuzzled at the goldrider's cheek and neck. "Pioth would be a good match for her, I think...since he has no interest in chasing...and never will." Still, it was his beloved dragon. Nothing would ever be able to match Cavenath for him and yet sometimes having a silver dragon was a bit strange. Strange because he'd have to share Inaari...but Flights were Flights. He couldn't find any fault and wouldn't even have thought to.
Inaari was - after all - his. She'd pretty much said so!
Cavenath rumbled at the fire lizards and whuffed at the little silver one impatiently. 'Amon, go to Ianath, she deserves extra grooming. Go. Be polite.' The two chittered at him and also at one another before making happy greeting sounds to the big golden nose in their space. 'They can be annoying but they are also very good for things.'
Amon and Amarth skittered off of Cavenath's hide and onto Ianath's nose, climbing along her neck and fussing over the tiniest little mote of dust that might be on her.
"A lot more often than just the morning after Flights. You'll have to kick me out...or you'll want to, thanks to my flits." T'ron huffed at the two creatures around the dragons but then refocused his attention on the girl in his lap. That he wanted to kiss until they were both breathless, naked and possibly in a loooot of trouble (depending on when it was). Instead, he would just do the first part - kiss her until she was breathless - naked would have to wait! ;D
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 9:25 pm
Ianath was for all intents and purposes a child. So when she looked over to her rider to show Inaari the two little ones that were clambering all over her great gold body, she saw exactly what the pair were up to and immediately looked away. That wasn't any of her interest, certainly. Cavenath was pretty and charming and wonderful, but his rider had no place putting hands on hers! But alternately he made Inaari happy. That was more important, and Ianath could fuss at the Holder girl later about Inappropriate Conduct.
The flits were quite interesting, the way they thought in odd pictures without words, little chirps sufficing. They tickle, Cavenath! Ooh, but that is a good spot! Inaari has trouble reaching there sometimes to scratch...oooh! The dragon's tail lashed against the rock wall of the weyr with startled little chirps that sounded almost like a giggle when the little black firelizard disappeared into a wing joint to clean away some of the skin that had been accumulating there.
That got her rider's attention diverted to look up from T'ron's lap where they had been firmly involved with each other. "Ianath, are you alright?" Brown eyes widened as the flit climbed in and out of the sensitive joint, causing her to let out that happy sound again. You are silly, my love. Try to not shake the weyr down around our heads, please? Whirling blue eyes considered her rider and Cavenath's for a moment before heading for the edge of the weyr ledge. Come out in the sun, Cavenath! Mine does not want me to hit the weyr, and it is very warm. We can nap, and I like the sun. Also, everyone looked at her when she slept on the ledge - Ianath liked being looked at.
Turning back to her previous object of interest, Inaari bit her puffy bottom lip and had an interesting thought. Something she had seen once, before overhearing that it was a thing that would drive a boy crazy. Driving T'ron crazy sounded rather appealing to Inaari, now that she was confident that he was interested. Rising to her knees, the brunette hiked her skirt up above them and then sat almost primly on the silver rider's knees, scooting just close enough to kiss him again. The pre-wrinkled fabric fell back to expose incredibly freckled legs - how had that happened? She could never figure it out, but wasn't worrying about that now.
Now, her eyes were on T'ron's face as she kissed him again very lightly, moving closer. "Now that the children are taken care of..." Her smile was hopeful, brilliant, and sunny. It was a very good thing for her that they were under restriction, and she had no idea how very lucky she was, the minx!
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Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 2:15 pm
Ianath's quick head move didn't go unnoticed by her silver companion; Cavenath looked over at the two humans, eyes whirling with embarassment and worry and also a bit of nervous amusement - he was happy that His was enjoying himself...but, like the junior queen dragon beside him, he was still basically a child. Thus, he was embarassed and a bit concerned. It didn't last long though; Cavenath was more interested in chatting with "his Sun".
'T'ronmine said they would be good for helping clean and they are. Tickles while they find the spots but they do such a good job! Sometime you and I will bathe together and they will help you too.' He made a low warbling, laughter-like sound when Ianath's tail lashed and the riders were distracted.
Amon chittered at Amarth, then at the two humans for interrupting their cleaning. Amarth sent happy-amused little pictures to Ianath of how shining and gleaming she would be now she was getting a proper cleaning.
T'ron had been enjoying the feel of Inaari's mouth against his so well that he had mostly been ignoring the dragons (definitely the fire-lizards, those little pests); quite happy to have his big hands at her waist or dipping a little lower (hey, he was a guy, bit of a perv and quite fond of Inaari's arse). He did notice Ianath's tail smacking the wall of the weyr and couldn't help but chuckle at the way the gold dragon interacted first with the rider in his lap and then with his own big silver brat. "Must have found a good spot. Cav does that too, Amarth is really good like that..."
'The sunshine will feel very good, we can lay and the little ones can give us a good grooming while we are warm.' Cavenath followed the golden queen out to the ledge, nosing at her shoulder and neck before folding his bulky body down next to hers, wings slightly out so that the fire lizards could get to all the little spaces if they wanted.
When Inaari straddled his lap, he couldn't do anything but stare at her; mouth open a bit as he tried to get his brain to work again. Her mouth was bruised from his kisses, her hair tousled in quite the delicious manner...and now she was straddling his lap, leaning in to press her soft lips to his own. Her legs. Bared legs. Against him. Her skirt was heavy, so very heavy on his legs where it fell. Inaari's legs, the soft skin pressed against his thighs was blazing - hotter than the standing sands - burning him through the soft leathers he wore. Leathers that were getting tighter and less comfortable by the second.
"Ff..Faranth's egg..." His voice was a little thick and Inaari should have felt quite proud - and maybe a little worried - that she'd gotten him aroused to the point that his eyes were dark and his voice pitched lower, rougher sounding with a little hitch at the end. T'ron's fingers, his hands had finally settled; rough, calloused hands touching her knee, moving slowly, ever so slowly up the freckled girl's legs. One arm he moved to wrap around her waist, pulling her even closer so that he could cover her mouth with his own; a kiss hard and demanding. She wanted him crazy, she got it - and oh, she had no idea how lucky she was, not at all!
Maybe it would take her a moment to notice, or maybe she'd notice right off...but T'ron's hand would continue up her thigh, fingers dipping down to stroke the oh-so-soft and uncharted flesh of her inner thigh; a tremor passing through the big man's body as he held himself in check.
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Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 3:46 pm
Oh she'd noticed. Inaari had noted each movement of his hands rather clearly even as T'ron had dragged his goldrider girlfriend all but onto the part of him that was most unyielding and new to her for that glorious kiss. It was how the freckled teen had wanted to be kissed, like there was nothing in the world he was thinking about but kissing her. Oh of course T'ron was always a thoughtful young man, taking his care with the inexperienced Inaari, but it was always sweet and never hot. Well now she was feeling hot and as his fingers trembled against that satiny skin on her inner thigh, her world melted. Pushing away to let her head drop onto the silverrider's shoulder there was a ragged breath and when the calloused tips touched again, a light moan. "Oh Therion."
That was when Ianath, who had been happily laying her head against Cavenath's forearm, shot up her wedged head and bugled most distressingly. Inaarimine? What is that? What are you doing? It does not feel right, Inaarimine! Eyes whirled distressingly and almost like she'd been born with wings, the girl all but flew away from the man she was determined to give her heart to care for the dragon who was her soul. The flits scattered and whirled like birds as Inaari flung herself up onto Ianath's back to hug her neck and murmur rapidly in a low voice. Her eyes were closed and forehead pressed to that golden skin like there was perhaps a prayer in her mind. Finally Ianath settled again and chocolate eyes looked up with half-exposed terror in them.
"I think...I think I just figured out why we're...why we're not allowed to do that. She was scared, Ther." Honorifics were forgotten in her vulnerability. "Scared and...I don't even know. Almost liked it?" Cheeks burned in her tanned face and an impish smile found its way out. "I did." But then her head shot up. "Ther, we shouldn't be alone anymore. At all." Arms tightened around Ianath's big neck and her cheek rubbed against the hide reassuringly. There was no room for making mistakes when it came to dragons, and you couldn't even have near-misses. This was a near-miss, and couldn't happen again.
They really had to lift that sharding restriction!
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