Setting the Mood
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Dana, Eimi
Date Posted: 15th May 2009
Characters: Traelyn, B'ram
Description: The couple does something rather...daring.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 2, day 21 of Turn 5
He had promised that he didn't mind if she wanted to scrub Nyith before they settled in for the evening. In fact, he had offered to help. He had even carried the bucket in one arm as he wrapped his other arm possessively around her waist, nipping playfully at her ear as they walked down the corridor. Perhaps he had proved a tad bit distracting from their task when he pulled her down an old stone hallway rarely used, trapped her up against the wall as he dropped bucket, brushes and sweetsand onto the cold stone floor with a crash and kissed her until they both pulled back gasping for air. B'ram dutifully picked them back up when she gently shoved against his chest, reminding him that an impatient queen was waiting for them. But the mood had been set.
They had managed to scrub one of the queen's large forelegs completely before becoming distracted once again. Traelyn had purposefully stood on the opposite side so their bodies wouldn't brush against each other as they scrubbed, but B'ram knew what she was up to and would edge toward her until their elbows touched, then their bare arms. Coyly she would dart away, careful not to meet his eyes, but unable to keep the knowing smirk from her lips. Soon, their attention wasn't focused on the dragon anymore but on one another and the subtle, flirtatious advances and retreats.
"You missed a spot," B'ram mumured in her ear as he reached one hand around her to brace himself against the golden hide, and the other pulled her back against him.
Her head fell back on his shoulder. "And how am I supposed to get it when you're being so distracting?"
"Get what?" he asked innocently, though his hands were certainly bolder than his tone of voice conveyed.
"The missed spot," she murmured, turning her head to nibble on his neck.
He smiled, turning his head to brush his lips against hers. "I lied. There's no spot."
"Mmmm...." She reached behind her to bury one hand in his damp hair. "Naughty brownrider."
"And here I thought I was being so helpful," he teased, turning her around to face him.
She snorted, placing her hands on his waist, fingers tightening. "You're delusional." Wading closer, she pressed lightly up against him. "Especially since I know that you've got one thing on your mind."
"I guess I am a little... obvious," B'ram grinned. It wouldn't have been hard to guess anyway. It was the same thing that was always on their minds whenever they were together.
A pale brow arched and she laughed. "Just a _little_?"
He knew exactly what she was implying. "I've never heard a complaint."
Her hands slid to the waistband of his clout, lingering. "And why should you, hmm?" she asked, knowing she was stroking his ego. It wasn't something she normally did verbally, but things between them were different now. Shaking her hair back, she looked up at him again, a finger slipping beneath the band.
A piece of B'ram liked the way she was looking at him - teasing and flirtatious, saying all the things a man liked to hear. But then again, he knew she was very good at saying the things that a man liked to hear. _Any_ man. B'ram didn't want to be just any man, he wanted to be the _only_ man she looked at that way, that she spoke to that way. She was very practiced at lying with her words. Wrapping his arms around her waist he gently walked her back against the golden hide. "Tell her to lift her wing."
Traelyn tilted her head slightly, wondering--but complied without asking. She knew what that look in his eyes meant. She knew very well. At her request, Nyith dutifully enfolded them in one huge wing. Water slapped against the sides, echoing in their enclosed space. The air was suddenly very close, and hot. Traelyn bowed her head, pressing her forehead against his chest.
Little droplets of water dripped from the gold's wings into the water around them as B'ram tilted her chin up to look him in the eye. He lifted her easily with the help of the water and pressed her back against her lifemate, knowing it wouldn't even phase the massive gold, his lips finding hers hungrily. B'ram didn't want pretty words from her. He just wanted her, and he wanted her right then and there.
~*~
She had done daring things before. Explicitly daring things. So why was she feeling so skittish _now_, after all the Turns? The look Traelyn gave the brownrider was wild-shy as he eased her gently down into the water. She kept a tight hold on him, unwilling to have him pull away from her just yet, although it seemed like he had no intention to do so.
B'ram had never been so bold before. There were a lot of things he had never done before with Trae. She just had a way of bringing things out in him; usually the worst, like his jealousy and possessiveness. Things he had never thought he had been before. Looking down at her, he really didn't know what to say, but he knew he didn't want to let her go. Sometimes he felt so afraid that if he did, that she would slip through his fingers. It was frightening how easily he could lose her. The thought of living without her shook him to his core. Why did he need her so badly, he wondered as he leaned his forehead against hers.
Gently she brushed her nose against his, smiling when he nuzzled her back. They didn't have to say anything--and that was somewhat of a relief to her. What could they possibly say to each other after such a moment? The look that had been in his eyes when he had moved against her had both frightened and warmed her. It had been an intense look. An aching look. A look that had told her that he not only wanted her, but _needed_ her. She liked that. She liked the feeling it gave her--that rush of tenderness and fierce possessiveness. And as she had dipped her head to kiss him, she'd known that she not only wanted him beside her, but needed him too.
Her dark eyes flickered to his briefly before she looked down at his body and the untied clout floating by his thigh. Her hands traced his waist to settle on his hips. One reached down further to snatch the clout from the water. Carefully she began to draw it around him, smoothing it down in some places before gathering the ties in her fingers to help him lace it up.
B'ram watched her as she gently tied the laces. It was a touchingly sweet and romantic gesture. Shards, romantic? Who would have thought all the turns ago that they would be frolicking like weybrats just discovering the joys of growing up. As she pulled them closed, he threaded in fingers between hers, smiling at her softly as he leaned in to give her a rather chaste kiss of gratitude.
She kept one hand on his abdomen, fingers tenderly caressing, as chaste as his kiss. When it came to their relationship, it was the intense passion that burned swiftly that she understood. But this...this was completely new to her. Looking at him, he was still the same B'ram, but in the span of a half-candlemark, he was somehow different. What lingered between them now made her feel uneasy, shy and excited all at once.
He reached up and carefully readjusted the straps of her light top. They had slipped down in the heat of things. His eyes met hers briefly and he gave her another shy grin, taking her hands once more. "Are you hungry? I'm hungry..."
"Sure." She smiled at him. "But shouldn't we try to finish cleaning her?" she asked, gesturing to the patiently waiting queen. Nyith dipped her head to look down at the two of them, eyes swirling a contented blueish green.
He shrugged a shoulder as if it didn't much matter to him, but he was embarrassed to admit that he had completely forgotten about the golden queen. "I think your brush has floated away. I suppose I'd better find it for you."
Traelyn helped him look, and they eventually found it. Once they swam back over to the queen, they dutifully began to scrub on her golden hide again, both of them ignoring the curious glances of other weyrfolk who were out in the lake with their own dragons. Tongues would be wagging, certainly, but what else was new? Traelyn was used to that, and she supposed B'ram was getting used to it too. Every once in a while they would look up at each other, gray eyes meeting green, and the smiles they shared were smug, secretive. Shards, she couldn't wait to get him back to her weyr that night.
Last updated on the May 20th 2009