Making Friends (The Fun Way)

Writers: Bree, Eimi
Date Posted: 19th February 2006

Characters: Isaline, R'mer
Description: Isaline tries to teach Reymer a thing or two, but nature takes over
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 10, day 4 of Turn 3

"Hey! That wasn't fair! I think you gave me the oldest runner in the stable!" Reymer called to her as he finally caught up to her on her mount.
She had one the race by more than a few lengths. It had been more like a _mile_!

Isaline laughed as she slid gracefully from Opal's saddle, rubbing the mare's nose fondly. "Opal and I like to run. Reymer's always racing with us, but his stallion usually can go longer than Opal can."

Reymer threw his leg over the side and slid off his runner's back. "Well, I still say it isn't fair," he smiled. "If you had told me we would be racing today I would have asked for that buckskin runner. He was beautiful."

"Oh, don't pout!" Isaline lead Opal in the direction of the stable, grinning when she saw that it had mostly emptied out for the evening. She'd planned their excursion hoping that she might be able to get Reymer alone in a corner of the stable for a few moments. Reymer rolled his eyes dramatically, but chuckled. "So do we hand the runner off to the journeyman who gave them to us? Or should I start unsaddling him myself?"

"You can." Isaline gestured toward the far side of the stable. "There should be someone on duty down there. I've got to take care of Opal myself, though.
Technically she's mine until I Impress. If you want you can come back and help me out."

"I don't mind helping out," he shrugged. "Just let me take him down to whoever's on duty and I'll come."

By the time he returned, Isaline had removed Opal's saddle and bridal and was busily brushing the mare down in her stall. "She loves to be groomed...
it's her favorite part of running."

He smiled. She certainly was pretty... the runner that is... "Well, how can I help?"

"Come around this way..." Nice dark stall, no journeyman in sight... it was perfect. Isaline slid close to Reymer and handed him a brush. "Here..."

He took the brush, noticing that her fingers seemed to almost stroke his as she pulled her hand away. Reymer turned and began brushing opals coat with long even strokes, but he stole glances over in the girl's direction.

Isaline shuffled closer until her side pressed against Reymer's body. "So how are you adjusting to the Weyr?" she asked, giving him a mischevious look. "Have you made lots of... friends?"

"Ummm... A few," Reymer said, noticing just how close she was to him.
"Everyone's been really nice." Shards, why was his throat going dry like that?

An arm snuck around his waist, and Isaline stood on her toes to reach his ear with her lips. "I bet I can be nice," she whispered, loving how he was reacting to her. New candidates were her favorite... they made her feel sexy and experienced and they had no idea that a few turns ago, she'd spent most of her time covered in muck. The feel of her breath on his ear and her body so close to his sent chills down his spine. He glanced over at her out of the corner of his eye as he slowly continued brushing the runner's coat. It seemed safe while he figured out what to do. "I... I know you can," he mumbled self-consciously.

She let her lips brush against his ear before speaking again. "Do you want me to?" Her hand found his, slipping the brush away from his fingers. He swallowed hard as he let the brush go and turned his head slightly to look at her more closely. His face began burning bright red and he quickly turned away. "Maybe..."

Isaline chuckled and dropped the brush behind her. "Then look at me." Reymer turned his body to face her, though his eyes remained on the floor.
They slowly traveled up along her body, uncomfortably aware not only of her proximity, but also her femininity, until finally they rose to tentatively meet her eyes. He had never felt so scared in his life.

"It's not so bad," she promised, leaning in to give him a gentle kiss. Maybe he'd stop looking at her like she was going to injure him if they just got it over with. Of course, if he responded in the slightest way, she'd be more than happy to give him a _real_ kiss... His eyes closed as he felt her lips against his. Shards, that did feel nice, but he really wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. Awkwardly he reach out to hold her hips as he had seen other's do. He could get used to kissing, he thought.

Isaline pulled back just far enough to peer up at him, eyes full of cheerful mischief. "Well?"

Reymer blushed even more. Shards, was there something he was supposed to do and he just didn't know it? "Uh... Well, what?"

Resisting the urge to laugh, Isaline slid her arms his shoulders. Widening her eyes, she gave him what she hoped was an inviting smile. "Do you want to kiss me again?" He didn't have to think about that one. "Yes," he whispered, surprised at how rough his voice sounded to his own ears. "Then do it." She tightened her arms just enough to press the length of her body against his. Reymer could feel his body reacting to her as his breath and heart quickened. He leaned down, noticing just how her body curved against his, his hands slipping around to the small of her back, unconsciously pulling her closer and touched his lips lightly to hers.

It was enough encouragement for her, so she parted her lips and coaxed him to do the same. It was a little hesitant and certainly not as sophisticated as the kisses she'd received from her more experienced friends, but something about the way his hands kept tugging her closer to him produced the same anxious feeling. When he felt her tongue flicker against his own a shiver ran down his spine, and he pulled her even closer. Reymer was very aware of how her breasts were pressed against him and her pelvis layed flat just below his own. His fingers traveled up her back, and his head tilted automatically so he could kiss her back. He had never known it would feel like _this_!

Isaline pulled back long enough to laugh breathlessly. "You learn fast..."
Then she tugged his lips back to hers, perfectly willing to keep kissing him. Reymer was happy to continue kissing her, and touching her. Feeling her was awakening the most wonderful tingling sensations, like little needles running through his blood and alcohol to the brain. Suddenly he was aware of another sensation, one much more familiar, and highly embarrassing. "Oh shards!" he whispered as he released her and turned his back to her quickly, his face turning crimson as he tried to hide the effect kissing her had on his body.

Behind him, Isaline's hand touched his shoulder tentatively. "What's wrong, Reymer?" His heightened sensitivity made even that tender and innocent touch feel like the boldest caress and his body responded in kind. "Uh...uh... I-I-I gotta go. I'm sorry, but I have to go." He crawled around the wall, careful not to turn around, until he ran into the rump of the runner.
Shards, how was he going to get around Opal without her seeing?!

Isaline's voice had risen slightly, a thread of anxiety in her voice. "Are you okay?" "Yes, I'm fine," he said quickly, edging around the runner, squeezing between the beast and the stable wall. He just had to get out of there as quickly as possible before she _saw_...

"Then why are you _running_?" she demanded, voice switching from anxiety to annoyance in a heartbeat. "I... I just forgot something is all." His voice was strained and edged with panic. "Sharding runner, please move!"

Opal shifted to the side, letting Reymer squeeze by as Isaline stared after him in a mixture of disbelief and anger. "What do you mean, you _forgot_
something?" "I'm sorry, Isaline! I'm so sorry," he cried as he finally reached the door and bolted out of it, running for the door and fresh air, and hopefully a little privacy.

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