Escape the Cold

Writers: Miriah, Yvonne
Date Posted: 15th November 2014

Characters: Harki, Ma'din
Description: Harki and Ma'din escape the blackout by heading off to the beach for a little surfing... eventually.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 9, day 14 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: Rorela

Ma'din

**I am so finished with winter,** Harki told Cerillith as they /betweened/ from one frozen landscape to the next. Her toes and fingers were frozen despite the thickness of her riding leathers, and a chill had lodged itself beneath her breastbone. Drills had felt especially bad today, what with the cold, the driving snow, and the promise of a frozen, blacked out Weyr to return to.

}:At least you have a fire in your weyr to warm yourself.:{ Cerillith sighed, a great heaving of ribs beneath hide. }:I miss the sun.:{

The sun. Harki glanced up at the pale orb hanging low on the horizon and shivered. Some sun would be just the thing to drive the chill from her bones. Maybe a swim too, somewhere hot and tropical. Or surfing... Briefly she thought of inviting Rorela along, then decided that she'd rather have some male company. **See if Aznith would like some sunshine too. Let's go to the beach.**

Aznith's reply was prompt. }: Even if Mine did not immediately agree, I would have said yes. Mine wants to know when and where so he can get out of this 'fecking, freezing, icy as frozen wher balls place'. :{

Cerillith relayed Aznith's reply word for word, which made Harki laugh. Ma'din was so right! **Tell them to meet us in ten minutes at the Star Stone, and we'll go from there. See if Ma'din has a surf board.**

}: Mine does not. :{ Aznith appeared over the star stones, his hot breath melting the snow flakes that fell near his muzzle. }: But he enjoys swimming, so he says he will enjoy watching you fall off the surf board.:{

Ma'din was wrapped warmly in his flight leathers, but the satchel behind him was packed with warm weather gear. He waited, most of his face obscured, but his tell-tale smirk was visible.

"I'll have you know that I rarely fall off," Harki called as Cerillith landed beside Aznith in a flurry of snow. She'd taken a moment to pause at her weyr, grabbing what things she needed and strapping her wooden surf board to Cerillith's side.

"We'll see, won't we?" Ma'din's call back carried with it the hint of mirth. "Where are we off to?" Aznith shook off the falling snow and snorted again, lightly head-butting Cerillith with affection.

"A break I know of. There's a small beach there too, and the surf's really only rough near the break. I promise you sunshine, heat and a sandy ocean bottom for your tender toes!"

Getting the image from her green, Aznith rose into the air and blinked /between/ with no small degree of eagerness. When they emerged, the brown immediately crooned at the surge of warmth and Ma'din stripped off his riding helmet. Closing his eyes in bliss, Ma'din didn't have to direct Aznith to land on the warm sands. He slid off of the brown and without pause, stripped off his riding jacket. "Thank Faranth..."

"I know, right?" Harki hopped off Cerillith's back, her jacket already undone and her helmet hanging off a tree branch. She took a deep breath and tipped her face toward the sun. After a chill for so long, the heat made her feel as if she were coming alive again after a dormancy, like some frozen Dragonsfall plant. She took off her jacket and dropped it on the sand, then kicked off her boots and woolen socks to wiggle her toes.

Ma'din stripped off his clothes as he walked towards the water, his pale skin gleaming in the sunlight. It was clear that while he appeared to enjoy the sun, he hadn't gotten too much of it. Now only in the brief pair of undergarments, dug into the pack he had carried with him and pulled out a small flask. "Care to get your hands greasy? I'd prefer not to come back with melted skin."

The greenrider's eyes lit up. "You mean I get to rub my greasy hands all over your delectable naked body? I'd _so_ care to get my hands greasy."

He tossed the little flask at her. "And of course, I'll return the favor. " He approached and turned his bare back to her. " Have at it."

Harki poured a liberal amount of the oil on her hands and approached Ma'din. His skin was so white... she couldn't help contrast it to the brown of her own hands as she touched him, and it made her think of the way her skin looked when pressed up against other men. **Back in the present,** she told herself sternly after a moment. Ma'din was right there, and he wasn't that bad company.

Or bad to feel up. Her hands wandered across the muscles of his back, then a little lower, and a little more toward the front.

Ma'din's muscles twitched as her fingers ghosted along his stomach and his lips curled. "Can't keep your hands off of me, eh?" There was a pause as he looked down at her hands. "Now, now...that's just not fair."

"What's not fair?" the greenrider asked innocently.

"That does not need to be oiled, Harki...and..." He cleared his throat to stifle a groan. "And...I had other things in mind besides..." A grunt. "...that."

She kissed the side of his neck. "I could stop? Just tell me to stop, and I will."

He pulled away from her and spun, slipping behind her and pulled her back against him. "I thought you wanted to surf."

"I can surf later." She smiled, a little wickedly. "You're not asking me to stop."

He caught her wrists with a hand and nudged her handiwork against her bottom. "Hm. No. I'm not." He bent to nip at her ear. "But I might just finish what you started, Harki."

She shivered, goosebumps racing down her skin despite the glorious head. "You don't trust me to? That just means I have something to prove."

He tugged at her earlobe with sharp teeth. "So try to prove it." His hands gripped her wrists. "See if you can."

She grinned, hooked her foot around Ma'din's ankle and shoved him off balance enough that they tumbled onto the soft sand. Ma'din's grip slipped enough to wrench her wrist free, and she drew her fingrs down his chest as she straddled his middle. This-- the sand, the sound of the surf, the hot sun searing her shoulders-- this was a perfect paradise.

The sand was hot against skin that was far more used to chill weather, but Ma'din only stared up with a wide grin on his face. "Feisty. I like it." He swatted her rump and then lightly pinched it before getting his hands full of her hips. "Well? I'm waiting. Prove your point."

With a smile, the greenrider proceeded to do just that.

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