Kisha-Ra
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Aug 18, 2010 14:56:00 GMT -5
Darya gave another of her low amused chuckles. ‘I suppose you might be better off without learning to be more offensive.’ She admitted. She did rather like X’rx the way he was, especially now that certain communication barriers seemed to have been conquered. The bluerider was of the opinion that while lusting after people who had no interest in that lust was a pointless (not to mention incredibly frustrating) experience, requited lust was a very enjoyable emotion.
Someone has changed her tune recently.[/color] The amused comment from Azrath, and the rumble of dragon laughter that rolled around the room, went totally ignored by his rider, who had far more important things on her mind.
Darya was rather puzzled as to how X’rx could be pressed against her side one moment, and in front of her the next, but she wasn’t prepared to puzzle over it right now, not while her skin was transmitting alternate messages of freezing and burning, producing both a flush and a shiver as she tilted her head back, shamelessly encouraging the attention to her neck. The bluerider’s fingers traced over X’rx’s back, accompanied by the smug little thought that she wouldn’t be fiddling with any inconvenient buttons, she already had full and free access to the expanse of tanned skin. What was intended to be a light, teasing rake of her nails over X’rx’s shoulder blades abruptly grew into a tighter grip as Darya responded very enthusiastically to X’rx’s newly revealed bold side.
Darya’s eyes met X’rx’s, returning both it, and the mischievous smile with positively predatory ones of her own. If he wanted to start that… A low growling sound unconsciously rose from the bluerider’s throat as she moved swiftly to catch the skin between X’rx’s neck and shoulder lightly between her teeth, unbothered about whether or not she left marks on him. He was hers to mark now.
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Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
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Post by Requiem on Aug 20, 2010 3:49:29 GMT -5
His eyes half-lidded, teeth scraping lightly over her skin as her nails dug into his shoulderblades, something between a whine and a growl sounding low in his throat. The weyrling straightened against her when her teeth found the juncture of neck and shoulder, the shiver of electricity that had started down his spine at her look a moment before strengthening. He pressed full against her, then, eyes falling closed, hands trapped between them and still fumbling at her buttons. He managed to get them undone and didn't wait for her arms to move, pulling the shirt off her abruptly enough that it was like to rip if she didn't react in time. He didn't care, though; shirts could easily be replaced. Eyes cracked open with a touch of defiance in them, and his hands found her hips, pulling her firmly against him.
It was to a tangle of furs and the warmth of another human body that he awoke, as the daylight shone faintly in from the ledge, and X'rx insinctively nuzzled into that warmth with a contented sound. It could have been almost anyone, but a weyrledge meant a rider because he didn't tend to take people into his own furs. Wasn't adverse to it, just it usually didn't happen. Darya, then, and the memories washed over him in a wave, the young man smiling slightly. It was a decidedly smug expression. Better even than the passing fancies that had gone through his head since the day her mandyr ran. But then, of course it was, with only a mandyr-crazed incident to judge by.
He kissed the side of her neck, brushing his nose under her chin and over her cheek in an attempt to wake the bluerider gently. His eyes moved over what he could see of her, and when she didn't stir right away, he decided that, this being his day off, there was no real hurry. X'rx drank her in for a moment, then kissed her shoulder and snugged back into her. Much warmer here, anyway. He was sure the floor was cold to the touch, and the air would be chill on his skin after leaving this heat.
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Kisha-Ra
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Aug 25, 2010 4:33:02 GMT -5
Darya grumbled softly, the inarticulate sound designed to let whoever was nuzzling against her know that she didn’t want to wake up yet, and indeed her eyes remained determinedly closed, while her mind drifted around in the moments before true wakefulness set in.
To be totally honest she was having a hard time recalling why there was someone else in her bed just at the moment, and even details of who it might be snuggled against her eluded her. She might just have snuggled right back and continued sleeping if it hadn’t been for the extreme amusement emanating from her dragon. Have you been giggling all night? She sent an irritable inquiry to Azrath, who only responded with increased amusement. Useless beast.
Deciding to ignore Azrath, possibly for the rest of their combined lives, Darya turned onto her side and promptly worked on tangling her body with X’rx’s. Yes, it was much easier to remember things when you were mostly awake instead of mostly asleep. There, much better, the bluerider decided once she was arranged touching the warm body beside her at as many points as possible.
With a contented, and rather smug, little smile curving her lips Darya gave in to the inevitable waking and let her eyes open.
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Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
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Post by Requiem on Aug 27, 2010 4:16:32 GMT -5
The weyrling responded to her, entwining his legs with hers and sliding an arm beneath them where they met, his hand curled along the line of her jaw, other arm thrown over her and wandering shamelessly before his forearm settled between her shoulderblades. He smiled slightly - the smile made muddy by having just woken - as her eyes opened. Pale blues. X'rx blew lightly at a strand that had fallen in front of his face. He seemed to remember that she'd marked him - multiple times - but the greenweyrling was unconcerned about it. Her pale skin wasn't completely without traces of their activities, either, even if he wasn't particularly rough.
More like challenging.
Eyes narrowed slightly, and he torqued his hip into hers, rolling her onto her back and sliding down just enough to press a kiss against the slow throb of her pulse. "Not so cold," he murmured against her neck. He sought the edge of the furs with his fingers, drawing them up as far as he could then settling against her comfortably. Hardly seemed to be any reason to move. Or speak. Nevertheless, he did ask, "You've nowhere you have to be any time soon, do you?" All too clear what answer the young man wanted out of that.
They'd need to clean up, to dress, to eat sometime today, but X'rx would have been perfectly content ignoring all that and simply basking in her warmth and the pleasant, lingering afterglow of a night well-spent. Nor was he adverse to another helping or three, but the simple closeness was nice. He closed his eyes and curled against her. Then he couldn't help but chuckle. "Eveyth seems to think you Fly better without Imp," X'rx commented dryly. Yes, thank you, Eveyth, for your observation. Only his beauty. Only her. The green was half-waking herself, and yawning from the lower ledge, her fangs flashing where they caught the light.
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Kisha-Ra
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Aug 29, 2010 16:15:19 GMT -5
If anything the bluerider’s expression became even more smug as X’rx responded by moving even closer to her and sliding his legs together with hers. Lazily, Darya’s upper hand moved to run along the greenweyrling’s side in proprietary manner, before settling on his hip, fingertips idly tracing little patterns on the smooth skin.
Darya recognised the narrowing of the eyes (easy to spot, even just after waking, when you were face to face with someone) as the beginnings of a plot, but, alas, before she could formulate any kind of resistance to whatever undoubtedly wicked thing X’rx had in mind it was too late. But, once she was there, it hardly seemed worth the effort to try and flip back to her side (rolling the other way was quite out of the question. The bed was big, but not that big), not while she had most of X’rx’s weight resting on one side of her. ‘Hmm.’ Darya mumbled inarticulate agreement to whatever X’rx had just said, without even bothering to try and work out what it was.
A definite hint of amusement entered Darya’s expression as her fingers trailed up X’rx’s spine. ‘No, I don’t have to anywhere all day.’ The bluerider replied, dancing her fingers up along X’rx’s neck and then tangling them in his hair. With the amount of attention X’rx’s hair had been receiving in past several hours it was a wonder it hadn’t all abandoned his head for some other place. She supposed that, at some point during the day, she might want to get up. For a start there was nothing remotely edible left in here. But that could wait.
Darya’s low, wry chuckle was joined by the deeper rumble of a dragon as Azrath expressed his amusement on Eveyth’s comment, and sent his rider several suggestions to pass on. ‘I’d have to agree with Eveyth,’ Darya admitted, ‘I enjoy myself a lot more when I’m myself.’ Darya laughed softly again and turned to rest her face against X’rx’s hair. ‘Azrath says wait until Eveyth finds out how I Fly with him.’ She added. ‘I was trying to ignore him but he’s irrepressible.’
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