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Post by fadingmemorie on Oct 22, 2009 23:01:14 GMT -5
At his words and sensual tone, she blushed a bright, crimson red under her too-tan-for-springtime skin. "Enough of you? How could I ever get enough of that sweetness?" she purred, gazing at him with bright grey eyes. Dragonlust be flamed, that had only been the spark to the fire. She had been worried that he would be gone the next morning, having gotten his fill. The fact that he remained spoke volumes to her of his character. And seeing him in the morning sun wasn't too painful either. In fact, she rather enjoyed his company, when he melted from his iciness and got warm.
Her hands froze when he blamed her for his muscles. "Oh, well, if it bothers you, Weyrleader, I won't make your muscles tense again." Gaelle giggled. "I can just make sure you won't ever be tense again. Perhaps I was too rough with you last night?" she teased, whispering her words to him as she kissed his cheek and neck softly. She nibbled his neck lightly.
From their frozen position, her hands quickly fluttered up and down his back, and then found his hair. Running her fingers through it, she made sure her nails lightly traced his scalp for a tingling massage. "Silly Bronzerider," she admonished. "You're like bubbly pies. I'd never get enough."
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Post by LyricalBlue on Oct 22, 2009 23:21:26 GMT -5
Ha, there was yet another first. E'dian, sweet? Not even his mother would have claimed such things. As her hands reached up to his scalp, he growled in a much quieter imitation of his great bronze beastie. His hands tightened around her hips and he pulled the Weyrwoman against him. Too rough indeed, little Gaelle didn't know half of it.
He had shown remarkable restraint in his opinion throughout the flight and after. Another thing E'dian was rather good at, at least in his opinion, was ravishing women. Though, he left reputations for such to other men like R'lec. He turned his head back down towards her.
"Lady, if I can walk the next day, it was not too rough."
Bubbly pies indeed, there was little that was fluffy, light and sweet about E'dian. In fact, most would say he was quite the opposite of such a description. Though, if Gaelle thought of him as such, he supposed he could deal with it.
"As long as you don't get enough. I be just about anything."
He wasn't being sentimental; in fact, E'dian was rather degrading fast to the state he had been in yesterday, dragons in the sky or no. Another thing the Weyrleader had in plenty was frustration. And as long as Gaelle kept this up, he was sure as Faranth not going to go back to work.
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Post by fadingmemorie on Oct 22, 2009 23:41:55 GMT -5
This man just didn't know when to stop talking and start moving! Gaelle laughed, threw her arms around her Weyrleader's neck, and kissed him. She needed no lusty dragons to move her body, only for E'dian to respond to her sexuality. And so far, he had done a wonderfully reactive job. He seemed to know where she wanted him, when she wanted him there, and there was minimal effort in the job. Perhaps it was the experience of an older man, perhaps it was their chemistry. Probably, it was both.
As she locked lips with E'dian, a rush of chill and a wave of heat went over her at the same time, and she shivered in the man's arms. The thrill of the previous night had followed into the day. Her tongue darted over his lips, slightly moistening them, and she lightly nibbled on his bottom lip with her canines. "Mmm," she murmured again, enjoying the sensations flooding her body.
It was strange; the man was like no other. He was quiet, both in speech and in personality. And she knew him not to be the boastful type. But he was also passionate and sexy, and it was a rare combination for someone like E'dian. Gaelle was impressed with him, for a myriad of reasons. And his intelligence was strangely stimulating. She was no intellectual great herself, but she had learned how to bring people together, and she was a leader. E'dian, on the other hand, could be described as brilliant. And she was fine with having his brilliance on her side. "You're a rare man, Weyrleader E'dian."
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Post by LyricalBlue on Oct 22, 2009 23:57:50 GMT -5
Mhmm, he reached his hands up to her cheeks when they kissed and as soon as they parted, his hands slid promptly back down to her waist. Gaelle might be young, but shards, she had curves where it counted. Not too much and not too little, a great deal like her young gold in fact. Rare indeed, one of four bronzeriders on the entirety of Pern, but then he was rather sure that is not what she meant.
"Rare indeed, as it seems the only Weyrwoman on Pern is in my arms." If Xialanth was awake, the bronze would likely be amazed at the actually conversation his rider was holding. Even despite the fact that the conversation was stimulated by a rather great deal of groping. E'dian smiled down at Gaelle again in a bit of a wicked manner.
Then after one more moment's notice, he picked the Weyrwoman up by the waist and set her down on the bed, she had only just vacated a little while before. He stepped back long enough to pull his shirt back off and he tossed it somewhere behind him.
It was already thoroughly wrinkled, so more negligence was not about to hurt it any more. He might be rare, but he was assuredly a man. And he was quite willing now to be distracted. N'sian had, had years at the job, a few more hours... or days... wouldn't kill the man.
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Post by fadingmemorie on Oct 23, 2009 0:15:37 GMT -5
The Weyrwoman giggled when her rump hit the bed. Maybe she was wrong about E'dian! He didn't seem half as cold or distant as he had when she woke up. Apparently, he just needed some stimulation from a pretty girl to start his day out alright. Gaelle grinned; she knew just the girl. She watched the shirt sail away, and sat back to admire the man's body. Her Weyrleader was the epitome of sex to her now, he having been the only man she had truly been intimate with in more than an exploratory manner.
And that was part of her attraction. There had been so much more to their interaction than just sex. She had teased ruthlessly, given in, received pleasure, and given pleasure in equal measure. There seemed to be no problems at all, and finally, her eyes snapped shut between episodes, and she had slept solidly until this morning. It had felt divine to feel the warmth of another in her bed, meant for her and her alone.
"Well, now, I like your enthusiasm, Weyrleader." Gaelle laughed, truly pleased with the morning, and her eyes sparkling with delight. She began to unbutton her own outfit, pleased that it had taken more time to put it on than it did for him to want it off again. The thought made her smile, and she winked at her mate. "One more free-fall before work, my love?"
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Post by LyricalBlue on Oct 23, 2009 18:15:26 GMT -5
The grin that followed Gaelle's question was a grin no other living creature would ever get to see. Oh yes, work could wait. In fact, he decided it could wait the whole day. Not a one would deny him a day off. E'dian shed his pants in similar fashion and they ended up in a small pile with the now very crumpled shirt.
Out on the ledge, Xialanth cracked an eye as he watched the scene unfolding between his rider and Aliath's. The Bronze shifted to curl better against his mate and he closed the one blue whirling eye once more. Things were working out just fine indeed.
E'dian glanced out at his bronze, aware of the momentary consciousness of his dragon. He really should take more hints from Xialanth, he always knew when to work and when not to. Looking back down at Gaelle, E'dian was suddenly very glad Aliath had chosen Xialanth over the other bronzes. The Weyrleader launched into the bed with a laugh and tackled Gaelle. Distractions at least, could be pleasant.
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