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Post by hrsegrl on Mar 29, 2007 16:57:24 GMT -5
F'dan was winded, as Lyrai pulled him off the floor. He suddenly felt like he was a teen again. Oh he was in trouble. A lot of trouble, he thought, watching Lyrai. She was flirtatious to say the least. His breathing calmed first but he was waiting for her to decide the next move. He caught the double meaning in her statement and felt himself grow a bit more hot. Oh Faranth, this woman was going to make him insane.
"Yes it is." He agreed keeping his voice as normal as possible. It was entirely too hot in there to think clearly. Of course the couple of glasses of wine he had had before approaching the Weyrwoman to begin with might have something to do with how he was feeling. And how was he feeling? Strangely excited. He followed Lyrai to her Weyr. A suprise destination to be sure. Truthfully he was not as hot from the dancing as he was from being close to the woman. "Its much cooler now." He added, thinking it was mostly because he wasn't in such close proximity to Lyrai in that moment.
Upon entering the Weyr he took the wineskin from her and filled both glasses. He handed one to her. All the while thinking how he would dearly love to kiss her right now. She was lucky he had not done so while dancing. He kept these thoughts to himself though when his eyes went to her, which was often, they were brimming with his desires. "What shall we toast to?" He asked, regaining some semblence of sanity.
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Post by LyricalBlue on Mar 29, 2007 20:18:53 GMT -5
Taking the wine glass, she swirled it around for a few moments, all the while watching the bronzerider before her with a veiled gaze. Lyrai sat on her bed, arranging her gold skirts about her legs, cooler indeed. Well at least they were away from the press of the crowd. Her blood thrummed from the excitement of the dance and escaping like an errant Weyrling from practice. The thought of someone catching them here nearly made her giggle.
She took a long sip of the wine and then did actually giggle. Lucky for them no one really ventured here, especially not N’mos. Most people would assume she was in the kitchens or off on some other errand if they even noticed her absence. Lyrai gestured for F’dan to sit where he wished, on the bed or on one of the chairs at the little desk. Of course that as usual, was piled high with skins.
“What else would we toast to, the Weyrlings of course and many happy new beginnings.” Lyrai extended her glass out in toast to him and giggled again. This really was too fantastic; she almost half wished they would get caught. It had been too long since she had done the slightest thing out of line.
Zhariath lifted her head from her ledge and padded inside the weyr. The Queen regarded both humans with a calm blue gaze, and then curled up on her couch like a languid feline. Lyrai turned to regard the gold with an appreciative gaze. She really was in fine color, even more bronze tinged than usual. The Weyrwoman forgot about F’dan for several long moments. How long had it been since the last flight, she counted the months then smiled slyly.
Turning back to F’dan she tilted her head with the same smile. “It really is much quieter up here.” Though the echoes from the hall did thrum distantly in the corridor, but here, in her weyr, they could have been someplace else entirely. Rank did have its perks, and she relied heavily on the solace her weyr provided.
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Post by hrsegrl on Mar 29, 2007 20:47:21 GMT -5
The choices of where to sit were endless but F'dan had to admit he'd rather sit next to her on the bed. That is what he did. Closer to her was better. At least thats what his irrational mind told him and probably his body. Truth be told, F'dan was a light weight when it came to drinking. The two glasses of wine he had had earlier and made him tipsy, on top of that he had not eaten anything.
He couldn't help but laugh. Her giggling was cute. The Bronzerider watched as she toasted to the Weyrlings, adding his voice, "To the Weyrlings." He smiled at her. She really was in a good mood. When Zhariath came in all eyes were on her. As was usual. The Queen was in excellent color. Her next flight was sure to be a challenge. She would make sure it was, if he knew Zhariath.
"Oh, yeah. It is quiet..." F'dan paused looking down at Lyrai. Her head was titlted towards him and her smile was almost teasing. If he had not already been tipsy, he might not have attempted it but F'dan was not about to back down. He leaned in towards her and kissed her lips gently. When he pulled away a moment later, there was a boyish grin on his face, eyes daring her to kiss him back.
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Post by LyricalBlue on Mar 29, 2007 21:45:31 GMT -5
The man really had nerve, trying that. A kiss was the last thing she had expected, well at the moment. And as he drew back, Lyrai decided that it was all too short, expected or not.
“Hmm.” She caught his expression and looked away demurely, well almost demurely. He really had some nerve.
The Weyrwoman took a long sip of her wine before looking back up at the bronzerider. Carefully, she took his glass from his hands and stood; crossing to the table she set both glasses down then turned and crossed back to him.
Lyrai leaned down and placed her hands on his knees. He really had very nice eyes, all different colors blended into one. Interesting that she hadn’t noticed that before, she was usually very observant; of course with her nose inches away from his it was kind of hard not to notice. The Weyrwoman smiled coyly, the dancing had been fun, but this was a whole heap better than being stuck at the high table with N’mos all night.
“If I didn’t know any better bronzerider, I would think you had something… untoward in mind.” She smiled wickedly and from behind Zhariath watched the pair of them with heavily lidded eyes.
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Post by hrsegrl on Mar 29, 2007 22:01:08 GMT -5
Her reaction was not as he expected but now, what could he be expecting. She might pretend she didn't want him in her weyr right now. Lyrai however, was the one who brought them to her weyr. Not F'dan. The woman knew what she was doing to him. He smirked a little. He finished his wine quickly and let her take the empty glass from him. What was she up to? He thought in wonder.
Next thing he knew she was nose to nose with him. He stared back at her. Lyrai was a beautiful woman and she knew how to use that to her advantage which F'dan found even more attractive. Did she want him to continue? He thought about it for a moment while she stared into his eyes. Her next sentance made him smile.
The Bronzerider had a gleam in his eyes then. Untoward eh? Roderith would have called him a cad by now. Witty remarks were something he was good at, but this retort would not simply be verbal. "That depends. Would you consider this untoward?" He took her face in his hands and kissed her more deeply than before.
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Post by LyricalBlue on Mar 29, 2007 22:36:57 GMT -5
She would have had a witty reply, really she would have. But then he kissed her again and she forgot all about it. This time Lyrai returned the kiss wholeheartedly, it had been a very long time since she had been kissed like that, far too long in fact. Oh he was going to get it, he’d never know what hit him… Wait, what had she been thinking about it again? Oh shards and shells, thinking really was way too much of a bother.
Her arms went from his legs to wrapping about his neck without ever breaking the contact with his lips. He did have nice lips. The wine burned on her empty stomach and she felt as if she could melt. In fact she did. Lyrai sat down on his lap, both legs to one side so her dress wouldn’t get messed up. Well… at least not too much.
Finaly, the Weyrwoman did break the contact. She bit her lip and giggled again, this was really too much fun. “I think F’dan, that such would be considered very untoward indeed. And I think bronzerider, I didn’t mind it at all.” Errant Weyrlings indeed, she should do things like this more often.
Zhariath closed her eyes and outwardly pretended sleep, but Lyrai could feel the Queen with her every second. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was Zhariath coming into her time. Or maybe it was just being in the company of a handsome, well spoken man. Just then, Lyrai didn’t care what the causes were. She leaned forward and kissed him again, one hand trailing up the back of his neck an into his hair.
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Post by hrsegrl on Mar 30, 2007 8:03:43 GMT -5
To his suprise, she kissed him back. F'dan found himself enjoying the moment rather than thinking about it too much. One hand left her face and trailed down her side, finally resting on her waist. Lyrai was a good kisser, at least to F'dan's limited experience she was. He could bring himself to stop until she finally broke away. Oh flame it...he didn't want to stop!
Eyes on her he watched her speak, the words and their meanings trickling into his mind slowly. Ugh. He was never this slow, it was obviously the wine. Yup, it was the wine. F'dan convinced himself before replying. "I should like to continue being untoward then." He grinned. Faranth, she wanted to keep going? He was in for it.
While she was thinking he moved a stray hair out of her face. F'dan wondered yet again, just how far this beautiful woman would want to go? He had been celebate for nearly two turns and he could maintain control over himself if need be. He stopped thinking the moment her lips touched him. His strong arms held her closer to him. F'dan no longer cared about anything but what was going on now.
He kissed her passionately in return, while he trailed a finger down her back. Wicked woman, the things she did to him! He found himself kissing down her neck to her collar bone, sucking gently on skin in some places. Her skin was soft and it tasted divine.
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Post by LyricalBlue on Mar 30, 2007 10:09:39 GMT -5
Yes, she decided, she could certainly get used to this. Though the room felt like it was spinning, had Ponaa’s wine always been that strong? Lyrai couldn’t remember, but she made a mental note to ask the Vinter later. Or maybe it was the fact that F’dan was… no it had to be the wine. Lyrai really should let the vinter know, people wouldn’t be expecting such strong stuff. It could cause problems… lots of problems…
Speaking of problems… She shivered slightly as he began to kiss her neck and collar bone. Yes, she could get used to this. Wait… What had she been thinking again? Suddenly, it just didn’t seem very important at all.
Their last private encounter flashed into her mind and Lyrai decided that he looked better with his shirt off. Not that he didn’t look good with it on, but the fabric made her fingers twitch. Her hand slid from his neck down to his belt and found their way up under his shirt. Hmm, much better.
Zhariath grew bored of feigning sleep and instead watched the pair with rapt attention, a low croon emerging from her throat. Lyrai half turned and brought a finger to her lips.
“Shh Zhar, don’t attract attention.”
But you have the attention you want. Then Queen murmured indignantly, but she did stop crooning, settling on just watching F’dan and Lyrai in silence.
The Weyrwoman giggled and turned back to the bronzerider, nibbling on one ear that was now conveniently in range. Attention indeed, he did seem rather focused now didn’t he? She ran her nails against the small of his back along the skin. This evening was just getting better and better.
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Post by hrsegrl on Mar 30, 2007 23:01:13 GMT -5
There was no stopping them now, he smiled inwardly. F'dan, as perceptive as he usually was, had not really thought Lyrai was interested in him. At least not sexually. He stood corrected though. It had been so long since he had last been with a woman that he began to worry he might mess this up. What was he thinking? F'dan brushed any thoughts that he might not be up to par aside. He took on a more confident mind set.
Next thing he knew a slender hand was under his shirt. Clothing was becomming more a hassle than a help. As she turned to look at Zhariath, he took his shirt off. "I hope Zhariath forgives Roderith for being asleep and unable to keep her company. I'm sure she would like the company." He added, inwardly cursing himself for aggravating Roderith earlier. The Bronze would be helpful at a time like this.
His attention was off the Gold before Lyrai turned back to him. The fingernails on his back were delightful. F'dan smiled and kissed Lyrai where he had left off, trailing down to where her dress covered her. "How shall we get your dress out of the way without wrinkling it?" He asked kissing her inbetween words.
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Post by LyricalBlue on Mar 31, 2007 23:43:11 GMT -5
A very girlish giggle managed to escape at the thought of that idea and she could help but admire the man as he so casually shrugged off his shirt. Right, wrinkles, those would indeed be problematic and after all, the gown was brand new. It would be a shame to have it get messed up already, especially after all the trouble the weavers had gone to so as to get the color just right. A shiver ran down her spine as he kissed her, shards and shells but this was better than sitting around at that boring old feast.
Leaning back, she smiled wickedly at F’dan. He really was too much, but then she really didn’t mind at the moment.
“I agree completely, however you’ll have to help me out of it. I can’t reach the buttons.” Well it was partially true, she could reach most of them, but the ones at the top really were a dreadful pain. At least this particular dress was far simpler than most of the ones Lady Holders were so fond of wearing. Lyrai swore it must take hours to get in or out of those monstrosities.
She stood up, regretting the distance between them and began to attempt to undo the buttons. They really were dratted things…
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Post by hrsegrl on Apr 1, 2007 10:57:15 GMT -5
Her need for assistance made him laugh. She really did have a time getting dressed. F'dan would never say as much, but the point of Lady Holders wearing dresses that were so hard to take off was to keep them from taking them off. After all, a Lady should only be having sexual relations with her husband. It did amuse him that the Weyrwoman was so frustrated with the buttons. He stood up and moved behind her. His voice was soft and low, "Here, let me."
His deft fingers began to unbutton her dress one button at a time. F'dan kissed the back of her neck and downward with each button. As much as he didn't want to ruin the gown, he couldn't help himself. He hadn't given this much thought after all. Once he had finished with the buttons he back away. "Where would you like to put it?" He had and would never be the cause of any woman to lose their honor. She would need to look well collected before they went back to the feast.
HAH! Feast indeed, he hadn't even eaten anything!This was better than food and dance. Though he was slightly tipsy, he knew this had a lot more to do with acting on an attraction rather than acting on a sudden impulse. At least on his part, he knew this to be true.
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Post by LyricalBlue on Apr 2, 2007 15:24:39 GMT -5
A convulsive ran down her spine each time he kissed her back. And she reached up to hold the dress on her shoulders until he had finished. Her mind blanked and when F’dan finally stepped away and spoke, Lyrai felt as if she had to struggle through a mental mire to come back to the point of understanding speech. Right… the dress. The back of it hanging open sent another shiver down her spine, but from the change in temperature rather than the bronzerider’s touch.
“Oh!” The Weyrwoman couldn’t help the blush, it wasn’t like she was new to this kind of thing… She shook off the feeling, blaming it on the wine and empty stomach. Lyrai slipped off the gown, still facing away from F’dan and crossed to the other side of the room, to lay it across one of the chairs. It was funny… to take such care over a dress, but it really was a work of art, and they would have to go back to the Feast at some point. But still… to take such care over clothing was… odd.
Alright, and now to turn back around… why was her heart thumping. She was nervous? The Weyrwoman shook her head, how decidedly odd. She was never nervous, not around men and especially not in a private setting such as this. Lyrai turned back around, taking a deep breath and walked back to F’dan and looped her arms around his waist. The contrast between his body heat and the room temperature caused goose bumps to rise on her skin.
“There, that’s better.” Lyrai looked up at him with a wry grin, suppressing the surge of dizziness and the sound of her heart pounding. Maybe she was sick, or maybe that wine had just been a lot stronger than she had expected.
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Post by hrsegrl on Apr 3, 2007 7:50:29 GMT -5
He ought to have averted his eyes but he couldn't resist. F'dan watched her walk away and put the dress down, then turn around. Faranth, she was beautiful. He smiled as she put her arms about him. "You are freezing." Her skin was cold to the touch so her put his own arms about her. "We better warm you up." He spoke in a tone that suggested he didn't mean throwing blankets on her.
Instead of waiting for her reply, he lifted her up into his arms and carried her to her bed. He placed her down on it gently. She was light, much lighter than he had thought she would be. He smiled down at her. Instead of climbing into bed with her at that moment, he took the time to take off his pants. They would only get in the way.
Now that was done, he thought to himself. He was looking at Lyrai. She wasn't at all patient as far as he remembered. Instead of keeping her waiting any long he laid himself on the bed, next to her. He move his upper body over her and began to kiss her again. F'dan honestly could not get enough of her.
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