It's Not Working!

Writers: Bree, Eimi
Date Posted: 29th January 2006

Characters: T'voal
Description: T'voal's attempts to deal with the aftermath of Kiranth's flight end badly--for him, at least.
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 10, day 1 of Turn 3

There were always plenty of women willing to comfort a rider who'd lost a flight, and Kiranth's flight was no exception. T'voal was still so dazed from the unexpected outcome that he hardly realized he'd let one of them coax him back to her room. "Don't worry, brownrider," she crooned as she lifted her hands beneath his tunic. "I'll help you forget." Her fingernails raked across his skin lightly as she nipped at his windpipe with her teeth.

His body was a jumble of conflicting emotions, but his brain was obsessed with one thing and one thing only: the site of his grandfather claiming _his_ weyrmate as the winner of Kiranth's first flight. No matter _how_
badly his body craved release, the mental image of U'val and Shayla was impossible to escape.

"Let's get this shirt off you before I tear it off," she growled preditorially as she grabbed the edges of the cloth and began lifting it up as high as she could, feeling the effects of watching the flight herself.

T'voal caught her hands before she managed to get his shirt off, struggling to focus on the face in front of him. "Wait--just wait a moment--" Shards, how could the brownrider even _speak_ at a time like this! But she looked up at him expectantly. Let him declare his love, or tell her he has a weyrmate or whatever dribble it was going to be, but the look in her eyes told him that it had better be rather quick. The moment he let go of her hands, she would be going for his belt.

T'voal released one of her wrists to rub at his face, trying to clear his head. The press of the soft, willing body against his sharpened his body's need, chasing the thoughts of the lost flight away in a haze of lust. "Never mind..."

"Good," she whispered as her hand began wondering over his body, "cause I am amost ready _now_."

For a few moments it seemed T'voal was ready as well. He didn't waste time trying to figure out where her bed was, wrapping his hands around her waist and hoisting her up onto the back of the small couch near the door. But when his hands slid up under shirt, his mind conjured the image of U'val doing the same thing to Shayla, and he let go of the woman in front of him so hastily she tipped over the back of the couch.

"We can do it wherever you want brownrider, but we need to do it _now_," she growled as she reached up to pull the brownrider over the back of the sofa after her, ripping his tunic along the way.

Well, at least the agression didn't remind him of Shayla--except she probably _would_ be aggressive now... T'voal let out something suspiciously like a whimper as he imagined his sweet weyrmate under the influence of flight lust. Scorch his sharding grandfather! He rolled off the couch and stood, clinging to the remains of his tunic.
"This isn't working," he panted, voice harsh from too many kinds of frustration. "Shard it all! I can make it work if you just stay _still_!" She half tackled him trying to get him to the floor. This drudge did not waste the time getting all hot for a flight just to be denied from a sexually confused brownrider! She would finish the job if it would kill her!

T'voal gave her a few more moments to catch his interest, but it was hopeless. No amount of flight lust could cure a sex drive murdered by the thought of his _grandfather_ with his lover. Wrapping his fingers around her waist again, T'voal lifted her away from him and escaped, trying to fasten his pants back up as he made it for the door. "I'm sorry, I need to--" The minute his pants were shut, he was on his way out the door. She flew after him, ready to bring him back, but by the time she reached the door he was already halfway down the hall. "_YOU_" she screamed at a passing male. "Are you a greenrider?!"

The startled man looked at the half naked wild woman, "N-n-n-no ma'am."

"Then get your sharding male ass in here!" she screamed as she wrapped her fingers in his tunic and pulled her into her weyr after her.

Last updated on the January 29th 2006

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