After A Candlemark (2 of 4) (PG-17)

Writers: Miriah, Suzee
Date Posted: 18th November 2014

Characters: Ninaine, N'call
Description: Finally the two spend some quality time together.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 9, day 27 of Turn 7
Notes: Follows "One Candlemark"
Rating: PG-17

Ninaine

N'call

Her ears were beginning to grow a little warm from the wine, but the
fruity drink was helping the tension in her muscles ease a little.
"Easy for you to say." Ninaine held her glass, wondering if it would
be polite to ask for a refill. "It was easier when I was throwing
things at you."

He chuckled. "You were a bit of a firebrand that night." He didn't
think she was very familiar with wine and he only meant for a glass to
take the edge off her nervousness. He set his own glass down. "So, I
need you to tell me that you want to do this."

She stared at N'call for a long moment. Memories came of his hand on
her, the rush of pleasure it brought and the proud thrust of his
tongue and the thrill it had given her as it had slid against her own.
There was a shameful curl of desire taking hold in her belly, made
worse by the memory of his bare chest and how it had gleamed wetly in
the baths. How would it feel to touch that bare chest? Her lips parted
and cheeks flushed as her eyes slid down to his shoulders and chest
before darting back up to his face. She nodded slowly, then
spoke."Yes."

This time he'd told himself he would not let passion run away with him
until he was absolutely certain she knew what she wanted so he'd
almost held his breath waiting for that word. He reached for her hand
remembering his own first time and the gentle way she'd handled it.
His thumb rubbed lightly back and forth on the side of her hand and he
smiled. "Would you like another drink?"

Ninaine looked at their hands and then at her glass before her fingers
twitched within his hand. Slowly, her thumb stroked along side his
own. "Yes please."

"Alright," he said then kissed the back of her hand and plucked the
glass from the other. "I'll just get that for you then." he put her
hand down and went to the sideboard to pour another glass. Bringing
it back he handed it to her. "We have all evening Ninaine," he smiled.

"Thank you," she murmured softly and exhaled, watching him as he
brought the wine back. She took it, took a small sip and finally
offered a bit of a smile. Feeling much warmer, possibly due to cup of
wine, she took a moment to slip out of her jacket. She was wearing the
same green dress that they had danced in; he had complimented it
before, so she had thought maybe he'd like it again this time. She
waited for him to sit, then tucked her hair behind her ears.

}: So when is he going to start the good touching? :{

About to swallow, Ninaine choked as Luneth chimed in. **Luneth!** She
coughed and set the glass down, trying to clear her throat of the
burning sensation.

}:Luneth is impatient,:{ Haloth nudged the little green.

**Me too, but I don't want her scared and thats what she was when she
came in.** N'call used a hand to cover his mouth and the smile that
threatened. But a moment later he reached out to pull Ninaine closer
for a kiss.

She had just stopped coughing when she felt N'call's lips on hers and
she gasped in surprise. The taste of wine combined with his taste made
her go still, then her eyes fluttered closed. There was a soft whimper
that turned into a soft moan before her lips parted beneath his. Her
hand moved to rest on his neck, fingers curling lightly against the
nape.

}: That's more like it. :{ Luneth was smug as she snuggled up against
the bigger bronze.

But Haloth and Luneth were forgotten as he took possession of her
lips. Her response was sweet like the first time he'd kissed her. It
inspired him to take more liberties. His tongue took the offering and
soon his hands took on a mind of their own and began to undress her.

Ninaine made eager little sounds as his mouth took further possession
of hers. Her response was untutored and unskilled, but there was
little hesitation...until cooler air hit her back. The back of her
dress was unlaced and the neckline falling open when she went still.
Her mouth pulled away from his and she stared up at his face. Her face
was flushed with desire, but shy as she pressed the lose neckline
against the swell of her breast.

His eyes burned into hers but his smile was gentle. "You're beautiful
Ninaine," he said softly and reached to bring her closer again. He
caressed one full breast over the cloth she clutched to her. "Let me
see them."

There was a soft intake of breath as he caressed her and her eyes
locked on to his, even as her breath resumed the quicker breaths of
desire. Hesitantly, her trembling fingers moved away from her chest
and the cloth fell away, slipping to rest around her hips. Ninaine was
not a petite young woman. Instead, she was full and lush, but still
firm, breasts rounded and tipped with dusky nipples that had tightened
to stiff points. It took everything she had not to cover them with her
hands; no man had ever seen her thus.

"Beautiful," he said and a thumb grazed the dark peak while his lips
descended on hers again. Before long he stood and pulled her up.
"Let's get comfortable," he said and led her toward his sleeping area.

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