T'gyrlan's Wild Ride (2/2)
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
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Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
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Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
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Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Corrin, Sia
Date Posted: 25th April 2024
Characters: T'gyrlan, Aydhan
Description: T'gyrlan has some follow-up questions for Aydhan
Location: Barrier Lake Weyr
Date: month 11, day 7 of Turn 11
Notes: Mentioned: N'kevyn (not by name)
This was not how T’gyrlan thought his day was going to go. What was meant to be a simple trip to visit friends and family had somehow turned into a tumble in the furs with no less than the new ‘Second. It was _nothing_ like catching a gold in flight and they were in _no way_ related-- but there was a part of him that exulted all the same. _Something_ was going right. A beautiful woman wanted him. A beautiful woman who happened to have a gold-- and something else. “...You’re weyrmated, aren’t you?”
Aydhan almost didn't catch the question. She was stretched out amongst a mountain of recently-unpacked pillows, content and sated and nearly ready for a nap. Her eyes flicked back open, trying to push away the post-sex drowsiness. "Mmhmm." She rolled back to face him, fingers tracing along his chest. "Do you want him here next time? He doesn't usually swing that way, but I think we can convince him."
“No, I quite enjoyed my _private_ tour,” chuckled T’gyrlan, “Just… doesn't he mind? I heard he was holdbred. This…” he gently tapped the plain ring on her finger, “seems pretty serious.” Nevermind that was the hand on his chest now -- to say nothing of what it has been up to earlier.
"He is charmingly old fashioned in some things." Aydhan said fondly, "And I have been- mostly- on my best behavior since moving here." Minus a few good-natured bits of flirting, of course. She was being good, not a southern holder. "The power dynamic, you know. But he doesn't mind, no. It's nice to try a new vintage once in a while." She did not mention that her own weyrmate brought home his own share of greenriders. Or that they gossiped about it afterwards.
“What power dynamic?” The question was innocent in tone, but the smile was devious. He knew very well what she was talking about. The metallic courtship dance wasn’t confined to flights alone. It played out constantly, a potent mix of politics and ambition, lust and love. “Well. I’m glad he’s a good sport, and I hope you enjoyed this rare, River Bluff-by-the-way-of-Dragonsfall, vintage. I know I enjoyed High Reaches.” He caught her hand, trailing as it was on his chest, and kissed it.
"I certainly did. Full body, supple, smooth finish." Aydhan's lazy smile turned wicked. The hand with the wedding ring slid out of his gentle grasp and made its way lower, "How do you feel about another round? I have about twenty minutes before I should get back to work."
“How do I feel?” T’gyrlan echoed with a laugh. He felt on top of the world. He’d be riding the high of this dalliance for the rest of the Turn. He surged forward to catch her about the hips and pull her towards him over the furs. “I feel _ready_.”
Aydhan used that little bit of momentum to swing herself up so she was straddling him. "Good." She purred, "My turn."
Last updated on the April 26th 2024