Post-Fight Breakdown (not pg ;p)

[LyricalBlue]

The bronzerider went stiff from head to toe then a bare second later wrapped his arms about Tujal and drew her roughly into him. His grey eyes crackled and he burried his face against her neck, breathing in her scent. I'slen turned his face and kissed Tujal's neck just below the jawline then leaned back.
Eyes bright, he smiled cockily at the young woman. Far be it for a little hold bred girl to show him up.
"The things I could do to you."

He ran his hands up her back and pressed her shoulders down towards him, kissing her mouth with months of pent up frustration and ardor. Weseaneth hummed at the swift rise of his rider's passion and his eyes began to whirl redly. Even if the dragons themselves were not in flight, Wes always loved with his rider.

[Memorie]

Amenth purred and entwined her neck around Weseaneth. And it finally happens, she said happily. Her tailed flicked with delight and her eyes whirled blue and purple, clashing majestically with her gold hide.

Tujal finally pulled back from the man's lusty lips and looked at his stormy grey eyes. When she saw that they were warm and bright, she smiled and giggled gleefully.
"Aw, I'slen," she said, lips pulled in a genuine smile. "Why don't you stop talking about them and just do them, my love?" She leaned forward and kissed his neck, adding a little nibble in under his left ear. Ooh, he smells so good...spicey and yummy, she thought, a little dazed.

[LyricalBlue]

A shiver ran down his spine and I'slen's whole body tensed. A cocky smile spread across his face at Tujal's comment.
"Well, if you insist. Far be it for me to displease a goldrider." Of course they both knew it was somewhat more than that; however, I'slen wanted to give Tujal plenty of opportunities to back down if she wanted to. The incident with that other rider reared an ugly reminder in the back of I'slen's thoughts.

Still wearing the cocky grin he picked Tujal up and sat her down on his desk. She felt so wonderfully soft, much better than any feather pillow the bronzerider could name. He wrapped strong arms about her again and kissed her once more with a great deal of passion. A wandering hand searched up and under the back of her shirt and he reveled in the electricity of the contact.

Weseaneth rumbbled a deep purr and arched his proud brunished bronze neck, his tail lashing back and forth as he responded to both Tujal and his own rider's excitement.
About time. We would never be so foolish about such things.

[Memorie]

When he picked her up, Tujal looked down at the floor and saw that she had no feet on it. Excitement coursed through her, and she looked back at him, eyes wide. Then he set her down and kissed her, and she kissed him back with as much ardor as she could afford him. His hand went up the back of her shirt, and the draft hit her bare skin, causing her to shiver. But she did not tense at his touch, she simply melted into it. She put her hands on the back of his neck and traced lines there, while very much enjoying the attention he lavished on her. She ran her fingertips through the bottom if his hairline.

Amenth sighed happily and laid her head on the bronze's leg.

[LyricalBlue]

I'slen began to kiss down her neck and sank his teeth into Tujal's shoulder, the whole time pressing heavily against her. He made his way back up to her jawline nipping the whole way. One hand continued to wander against the soft skin of the Weyrling's back and I'slen found himself rappidly loosing patience with any sort of foreplay. His breath came out roughly and the bronzerider bent foward to kiss her again.

The other hand wandered across Tujal's leg and up her stomach to her chest, reveling in the feel of her. To shards with what was propper, he wanted Tujal for himself and the desire grew with each passing moment of the young woman's body being pressed close to his. A shudder ran through his body and the bronzerider paused long enough to lean back and smile at Tujal, imprinting how she looked in his mind's eye. Then he leaned foward and kissed her again, the hand on her back quickly undoing her breast band. He was a bronzerider after all, it wasn't as if he was new to this sort of thing.

Not like Tujal was, a tightness rose in I'slen and he felt that he could swallow up the young woman whole. He wanted her, oh he wanted her. But the small voice in the back of his mind wanted to make absolutely sure this is what the young woman wanted. He could feel Weseaneth's rummbling assurance that indeed, this was exactly what she and Amenth wanted and that cocky grin spread across I'slen's face once more.

[Memorie]

His teeth felt good on her virgin skin. She had never felt this sort of thing before. Before I'slen, Tujal had never had anything to do with boys or men, besides push them off of the swings and kick them when they were rude to her. And, of course, her brothers had taught her to grapple. But this was a new experience, and she hope I'slen would remember it. She knew exactly what she wanted, and she knew he would reciprocate. He was a good man. His hand ran over her thigh and onto her tummy and she breathed deeply. She could feel his passion rising and she gave him back his kiss just as fully. His hand undid her breast band...and she let him.

Reacting quickly, she pulled his other hand around to the small of her back. She didn't know why, but she wanted to be touched there. And with his calloused hand. Giggling, she bit his lip as she kissed him, but pulled back a little bit soon after. "You have to go slow. I want to remember this," she told him, smiling slyly.

[LyricalBlue]

For a long moment I'slen stood, arms wrapped around her. His storm grey eyes smiling wryly as he looked down at her.
"As you wish m'lady." His grin twitched higher and he bent to kiss her on the forehead then leaned foward farther to wisper into her ear. "Would you like to stay here m'lady or go someplace more comfortable?" As much as I'slen's mind and body were burning he wanted to Tujal to run this show tonight, he knew she'd never done this before as much as it was a recomended thing for all Weyrlings to learn. Sometimes it took holdbred longer to adjust to Weyr life, and his Tujal was much more stubborn than most.

The tips of his fingers traced the line of her spine up and then back down.
"And if you want me to go slow m'lady," he smiled wickedly, "you're going to have to tell me exactly what you want and when." After all I'slen couldn't be a total nice guy, it wasn't in his nature to be anywhere near as accomodating in this sort of situation. Lucky for him Tujal had never met anyone from Fort, the cavern women still had stories even though I'slen hadn't been there for a good ten turns.

[Memorie]

"Well, how am I supposed to do that? I don't know what I want," she replied forcefully, smiling innocently and voice dripping with sweetness. He wouldn't get out of this that easily. And it was obvious that he'd done this before; Weseaneth was a big bronze and he was a handsome man.

Personally, she thought it was interesting how he had always pushed for her to get pat the first time by the time Amenth flew, and now, here he was, fulfilling that wish. The thought made her smile, and she leaned forward again to kiss his lips. An idea came to her and she ran her tongue over his lips and kissed him again. Her fingers found the small of his back and she pulled him closer to her. Pulling away, she leaned to his ear to whisper to him. "And if you kiss my forehead one more time, neither of us will get our wishes this evening."

[LyricalBlue]

Weseaneth purred once again, arching his neck proudly.
Well of course we've done this before. I am a bronze and mine is almost as good looking as me
I'slen blinked, looked down at Tujal and then glanced in the direction of Weseaneth.
"Do I even want to know?"
Tujal said I am a big bronze and you are a handsome man so we must be experianced.
I'slen coughed to try and hide a guffaw of laughter. Experianced.. heh.. heh... heh... Thank Faranth Tujal had never been within a league of Fort. The bronzerider smiled down at Tujal, little minx trying to get him to go easy on her.

"Ahh well, just tell me what you like as we go along hmm? He arched one eyebrow and smiled cockily again. "And if I can't kiss your forehead I'll just have to kiss other places now won't I?" He leaned foward and kissed down her neck and shoulder, pulling the collar of her shirt down so he could kiss along her collarbone.

[Memorie]

"I'm sure you'll be able to tell, Bronzerider," she said severely. Then Tujal smiled. He was kissing her collarbone and shoulders, and it felt too good for her to talk anymore. Instead, she buried her nose in his neck and breathed in. Lightly nibbling on I'slen's skin, she smiled more. This was what she'd been missing. And I'slen was very nice, at least to her. Mmmm.

Toldja so, Amenth replied smugly to her sigh. The gold nosed her bronze, purring contentment. He was a beautiful, handsome thing. A green looked their direction, and the weyrling gold snarled and growled until the lesser color looked away again. Mine, she said possessively.

Inside, Tujal laughed. Maybe the rider's prefereces did persuade the dragon. But then, Amenth had been at Weseaneth since she had been out of the egg, for Faranth's sake. But hadn't Tujal liked I'slen ever since he had been strong enough to stand up to her? Tujal mused for a few more seconds and then gave it up as an "only Faranth knows" type of thing. She nibbled his earlobe and whispered, "Are we going to do it here on your desk?"

[LyricalBlue]

The bronzerider found himself chuckling as he kissed her, catching Wes's view of the little gold's possessiveness. That of course made the both of them want to strut around even more, I'slen at least could resist the urge. Weseaneth arched his neck again and preened a wing, quite throughly satisfied with the whole situation. The bronze didn't so much as blink an eye at the green, hed had plenty of those in his life. Having a little sputtering gold at his side was far more interesting. I'slen agreed heartily. Greens were greens, like cavern women they were amusing for a time but nothing more. Too many were silly, though a few had been able to keep up with him in bed he remembered fondly.

He slipped his other hand up the back of her shirt and traced small patterns on her lower back. Here on his desk? My she didn't waste any time did she.
"Here, my weyr, the lake, the beach; wherever you like m'lady." He leaned back and winked at her. "I am quite versatile."

[Memorie]

Tujal shivered as I'slen tickled her back. "Where ever," she said. Her fingers went to his hair, and she smiled at the feel of the silky locks. Her thin night shirt showed the increasing roundness of her breasts, and she could feel her desire for him growing, both mentally and physically. "I want to go to your weyr," she said suddenly, gathering decisiveness. If her first time was going to be that night, it sure as fall wan't going to be on a desk. She wanted soft furs and pillows to lay in and enough room to sleep in afterwards. And she didn't want anyone to bother them. She said so, adding, "And no one walks into your room uninvited, I'slen."

She leaned closer to him, unsure of whether she should get up and lead him to his own room or let him take the reins.

[LyricalBlue]

He found himself chuckling softly at her comment yet again. He drew back from her and smiled, storm grey eyes flashing. Yes, one of the downsides of his job was that Weyrlings had a tendancy to pop up at all hours in seemingly any place possible with one question or another for I'slen. If it wasn't a dragonling with an upset stomach it was the boy on the next cot would never stopped snoring. And weekly it seemed that they managed to find at least one problem that would utterly confound the bronzerider.

"I'm sure Feya and Bey wouldn't mind standing gaurd." Well at least Feya would, Bey being the flightly little green she was had a tendancy to get distracted by anything remotely shiny. I'slen wrapped his hands about Tujal's waist and lifted the young girl up and off the desk, quickly depositing her back on her own two feet. He had half a mind to simply carry her all the way there but no doubt the strong minded goldrider would have had none of that. I'slen chuckled again and strode toward the door, he turned and held his hand out to Tujal.
"Well lets go then m'lady. I am sure my bed is cold and lonely and pining for your presence."

[Memorie]

Tujal's surprise was apparent on her face as he lifted her off of the desk. He strode confidently to the door and held a hand out to her. Curiosity got the better of her, and despite her natural arguements with herself, she took it and followed him out the door. "Okay."

((Continued in I'slen's Weyr))