Aftermath

Writers: AL, Anika
Date Posted: 7th April 2015

Characters: R'taran, Meledei
Description: The two talk after the flight.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 12, day 12 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: R'enh

A gentle, contented moan darted from her lips as Meledei stretched.
Although the undercurrents of the flight simmered beneath the surface,
the hold upon her was diminished and once more she had full function
of her mind and emotions. She allowed her arms to flop against the
pillow which, in the flurry of want and need, had been pressed almost
vertical against the wall. As her fingers dug into the plush
material, she propped her head and stuffed it back into place before
turning over to gaze at the man who lay beside her. "Now that was a
good flight."

Inhaling deeply and letting his breath out slowly, R'taran turned to
Meledei reaching out a hand to trace the outline of her heart shaped
face, noting the total disarray of her long brown hair which she
normally kept pulled back. Undoubtedly he'd had a substantial part in
that as he had flashes of running his hands through the silky locks.
"Breathtaking," he answered honestly "Utterly breathtaking."

The intensity of the Gold flight completely outstripped his previous
experiences, and then it hit him. Qharterioth had won Elleth's
flight. They had won a Gold flight! Elleth's clutch would be
Qharterioth's issue. Though his large brown was completely focused on
his lovely gold mate, R'taran could feel his dragon's smug contentment
through their link and the rider's chest swelled a bit with pride.

Propping himself up onto one elbow, R'taran looked down into Meledei's
jade green eyes, "Thank you."

"Why are you thanking me? You should thank Elleth!" Laughter bubbled
up and escaped in a flurry as Meledei sat, then swung her legs around
the side of the bed. Her arms rose and her back arched as she
languished in another stretch. While it wasn't the norm, a brown
catching a gold wasn't completely unheard of either. Besides,
Qharerioth was a large brown, so there was no reason why he shouldn't
have won her. Despite that, Meledei couldn't help but be a bit
concerned. The reaction of the Weyr after what had happened with
Taldeth had been unkind at best. Meledei had wondered if her
friendship with the rider and, yes, the underlying attraction that she
hadn't admitted til they had talked, had influenced Elleth's choice at
the time. With that in mind, she had been determined to do all she
could not to allow any sort feelings alter what Elleth might do in
flight. The question was, had she been successful?

As Meledei rose to pluck her nightgown and robe from the floor, she
knew that though she did like R'taran, they hadn't spent_that_ much
time together and she didn't know him all_that_ well, so the choice
must have been Elleth's and Elleth's alone. "Ugh, my hair is going to
be so matted, I'll have to spend an hour just brushing it out." Even
her complaint was laced with amusement. She tugged the nightgown over
her head and fiddled with the ties.

He smiled. "Well, it was an incredible flight and for your part in
that I offer my thanks. You can relay my thanks to Elleth...or
Qharterioth will. Sorry about your hair, I don't think I've ever seen
it down before." R'taran didn't move to dress just yet and looking at
Meledei he realized his flight lust had not completely faded. On
their previous interactions he'd not taken note of her long legs nor
womanly curves. Of course he supposed that the fact that she'd already
dressed was a relatively clear message so he attempted to concentrate
on something else.

"It's not as if I complained." Meledei tamed the ties into a bow,
then scooped up her robe before she plopped into the lone couch that
was the only piece of furniture in the room besides the bed. "I
usually sleep with it pulled back at least, but I guess my hair tie
must have snapped sometime during the night." One hand reached back to
tug fingers through the unruly locks. "I suppose I could cut it
shorter."

R'taran shook his head. "It's nice how it is or ah, how it_normally_
is, not so much now." Even as the words tumbled out of his mouth he
realized how they sounded. "Oh shards that's not what I meant to say!
I meant to say I like your hair. It's pretty. Not that it wouldn't
be pretty if you cut it because I'm sure that it would."

R'taran felt like smacking himself in the head. What was wrong with
him? R'enh was right he just didn't know how to talk to women. This
was Meledei, though, and he had talked to her before with no problems.
In fact the last time they'd spoken she'd said they were friends.
Maybe he was just flight befuddled.

If she was offended, Meledei hid it well. In fact, she laughed at the
way he tripped over his words. "I'm not sure I want to cut it. I
kind of like it long, it just tends to be more work, that's all. But
thank you, you're sweet." She paused as a gurgle erupted, though it
probably sounded twenty times louder to her than it actually was.
"Flights always leave me hungry. Want to get something to eat?"

Relieved that she didn't appear to be upset by his fumbled words, and
rather shocked to be called "sweet," - that was certainly a first -
R'taran responded with a smile as he reached for his clothes. "That
sounds good. I've quite an appetite now as well."

Sex seemed to do that, but flights were more intense and involved a lot
more exertion. Usually, Meledei was famished - that flight was no
different. "Might want to get dressed. While the Weyr doesn't mind
nudity quite as much, they still frown on people stalking through the
halls without clothes."

"Really?" R'taran dead panned, even as he pulled his pants on and
reached for his shirt, covering his large frame. "And here I thought
all those odd looks were simply because of my size." Given the amount of
time it had taken the man to adjust to the lack of modesty in the Weyr,
his jest was truly outrageous. It had been turns before he'd been
comfortable with the public baths. "Hanging out with you might prove
very educational."

After his comment, Meledei's eyes rolled upward and she couldn't
withhold a long, low groan in response to his attempt at a joke. "Man,
has Qharterioth's success gone to your head _already_?" She pushed
herself to a standing position. "I need to get to my weyr and change,
but after that, I can meet you in the dining hall." Breakfast had long
been over and lunch was being served at that point. Ah well, there were
few reasons better to skip a meal than a flight.

"I'll see you in the dining hall," he agreed with smirk for her comment,
wondering if he had time to rinse off and quickly change his own clothes
before meeting her.

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