A Touch of Intrigue Pt 2 (PG-17)

Writers: Anika, Chelle
Date Posted: 13th May 2015

Characters: Rhosyn, Eirock
Description: The pair of them arrive at the Weyr.
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 13, day 12 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: Xeladrie, R'enh, N'vanik, Cyradis, Bryvin; pt 2 of 2
Rating: PG-17

Eirock

Once they landed on her weyrledge, Rhosyn got down and then waited for
him. She'd let him explore her weyr while she got Orlaith's straps
off. Flipping the switch for the lights on the wall, she turned the
electricity on. "So this is home."

Having disembarked with more ease than he'd mounted, Eirock
scrutinized her weyr, noting the similarities and differences between
his quarters in the Hold and his sister's much smaller weyr. She had a
comfortable living space that boasted a sofa and a chair as well as a
table. He noted a sleeping room and an office of sorts housing a
sideboard with glasses and drinks, but that was as far as his
investigations got him before her words drew his attention. "It
appears very comfortable," he observed. "Do you like it here at River
Bluff?" If his memory served she had been here shy of three turns.

"It is comfortable. Then again, this place was built with comfort in
mind and I've put my own stamp on it. Many turns of queenriders lived
here." She considered his question and pulled the straps off, placing
them into the heavy chest on the ledge for that purpose. Then she
walked inside as Orlaith headed into her couch area to rest. "I like
it better than Vista Point. It's home now, better or worse. Hot as
shells though." Pulling her helmet off, she hung it and the goggles on
hooks on the wall. Then she took off her boots. "Do you want a drink?"
She was dying to get out of the flight leathers, but she could be a
hostess first.

"I can pour, if you want to get more comfortable. What are you in the
mood for?"

She had some of Cyradis' citron stuff saved back. That was for special though.
Pondering, she shrugged. "Just some of the wine is wine. Red, white, whatever."
Padding barefooted into the sleeping chamber, she started pulling her jacket,
trousers, and tunic off. Left there in her underwear, she found a light gown and
pulled it over her head. Wandering back to find out where he was, she plopped
down onto the sofa and relaxed, waiting.

After pouring two glasses of red wine that he got from the sideboard
in the meeting room, he approached from behind the sofa, reaching
around to offer her one glass, and then caressing her neck with his
free hand. He added a touch of pressure with his thumb as he reached
the base and massaged gently, while taking a sip from the glass in his
left hand. "Lady Xeladrie seemed well pleased with your gift," he
commented.

That felt very nice and it had been a long time since she had had a
soothing touch from a man so Rhosyn relished it quietly, leaning into
his hand. **It's nice not to be dealing with demands.** "I hope she
is. I think it will make her life easier."

"Is her life hard, do you think?" Eirock had spoken with Xeladrie some
but not overly much. Enough to know she had hopes and dreams for the
future of the Hold, but not enough to ascertain her happiness. "I
suppose she must miss her home. I know she misses more of the modern
comforts," he commented. Taking another drink, he set his wine down
to free up his other hand which he used to rub circles on her
shoulder.

"As the Lady, she has more comforts than other holder women, but she
still has things to deal with that I don't." Rhosyn didn't want to go
into detail about that since it was Xeladrie's business and she still
didn't trust this man enough. She barely knew him to be honest. "Being
pregnant without the comfort of female relatives and friends is very
difficult, especially when it is the first time. And then she doesn't
really even know her husband all that much yet as the
marriage is so new. All that uncertainty with the changes in your body
can be very difficult and scary." That was something she knew very
much about.

"I'll admit, that's not something I've really considered, but you make
a good point. My mother will be relocating to Sunstone soon, perhaps
she can offer some support," he said thoughtfully as he continued to
massage her neck and shoulders, enjoying the feel of her soft skin
beneath his fingers and allowing them to gently explore as he spoke.
"Though she will be yet another stranger, Mother will be new as well
so perhaps that commonality will help. My mother," he paused not
wanting to say too much, "Has had to endure much in her lifetime, so
it's possible she could be some comfort to the Lady."

Rhosyn doubted that, but she didn't say anything to ruin his good
intentions. Perhaps he meant well. Worrying about Xeladrie was not his
responsibility, though. That was Bryvin's. "Come around here."
Stretching her legs, she found herself ready to be done with the small
talk. Tomorrow would be an early morning. "Somehow I wonder how an
attractive man like you doesn't have a wife himself yet."

More than happy to comply with her command he picked up his wine and
came around the sofa and slipped off his boots. After taking another
sip of the red he put it on the table before placing a knee on either
side of the Weyrwoman's thighs on the sofa, straddling the petite
goldrider. He chuckled before cupping her face in his hand and
running a thumb across her full lips. "Busy pursuing other ambitions,
I suppose, though my mother has posed the same question," he replied
before his lips sought hers.

Since her lips were busy at the moment, she couldn't exactly comment
on that. And she was also thinking this was a lovely position.
**Tables turned eh?** Her hands could easily reach him, reaching
through the tunic to get at skin. When she found what she sought, she
explored it eagerly. Allowing him to invade her mouth, she returned
his kisses until she needed to come up for air. Gasping mildly, she
felt her heart beat faster in her chest in anticipation. **Pursuing
indeed.** Then she couldn't stand it. Pulling on the fabric, she
lifted the tunic over his head to see his glorious upper body. Granted
it wasn't toned by turns of riding like N'vanik's or even R'enh's, but
it was still masculine and she appreciated what she was looking at.
Before, it had been dark. Now, she could see him and put together what
her fingers had felt.

Her nails hit a ticklish spot near a scar on his right side and he
shied to the left slightly, chuckling as he bent to nibble on her ear,
while one hand moved to explore her body, which was annoyingly still
covered by the gown she'd put on.

Responding to his inquiries, she arched her body toward him slightly
without thinking about it. And since he was perched just slightly over
her lap, it was hard not to notice what was happening. "I don't think
this sofa is big enough for the both of us."

With a canine grin, he rose, lifting her along with him and carried
her to the sleeping chamber where the bed would give them the room to
enjoy themselves with abandon.

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