Don't Stop
Dragonsfall Weyr
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Writers: Avery, Paula
Date Posted: 5th August 2015
Characters: Lenala, A'kades
Description: The pair don't want the night to end yet.
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 13, day 30 of Turn 7
Notes: Follows Weyr's Official Representatives
The dawn was already sending its first herald to peer over the horizon
when Lenala and A'kades finally returned from Jade Harbor Hold. After
the thief-incident, Lenala had enjoyed the Gather enormously. They had
shopped, ate well, danced and watched the fireworks show, and danced
some more. A'kades had been a great escort and sometime during the
evening she had started to flirt with him. When both dragons landed on
Vilarth's ledge, she hoped the night wouldn't be over yet. She was tad
bit tipsy, which she noticed when she rather ungracefully dismounted
and got tangled up with her skirts.
A'kades had had his own taste of spirits and had loved the night. This
was a much better Turnover than he'd expected. He slipped off of his
own dragon and reached for the straps, but then caught eye of Lenala.
Immediately he stepped over and used his hands to steady her. "Are you
alright?"
"Dresses and dragons don't go well together," Lenala said with little
laugh. She leaned on him more than was necessary.
"They may not be a practical style for every day, but you still look
stunning in them," he told her.
"Why thank you. Aren't you a perfect gentleman. Want to join me? The
night..." she glanced the sky and corrected herself, "the day is still
young." She wrapped her arms around his neck.
"I think this could certainly be arranged," he said. He leaned down to
press his lips to hers, using one hand against her back to keep them
steady.
"Mm," Lenala murmured with pleasure.
}: You're not going to leave me here with straps on! :{ Vilarth sounded peeved.
**Spoilsport!** Lenala had to break the kiss. "Excuse me, bossy gold
to tend. Need to remove the straps or she gets a fit."
"I suppose we should make them comfortable so we can get comfortable,"
he agreed. Even though it was practical, he didn't like letting the
goldrider go for a moment. So he stepped quickly to his own dragon and
began unstrapping him.
}:I will be fine with Vilarth,:{ the bronze said with amusement.
Lenala too busied herself with removing the ridingstraps from Vilarth.
And her shoppings.
}: You can share my ledge,:{ Vilarth told him with regal voice.
Lenala carried her bags and straps inside and put the next to the
wall. "Now, where were we?" She turned to look the bronzerider with
expectations.
"I believe we were going to spend some personal time?" the bronzerider
asked. He stepped forward again, tilted her head up, and kissed her
fervently, thinking how beautiful the dark-haired woman in his arms
was.
"Yes," Lenala said huskily and wrapped her arms around him.
His hand skimmed down her back, delighting in stroking both the smooth
fabric of her dress and of touching her bare skin where he could find
his. When their mouths touched again it started as gentle and seeking,
but then he couldn't help but deepen the kiss, feeling heat kindle
between them.
This time when they broke away, he guided her back into her weyr, arm
around her and hand curling possessively at her hip.
Lenala's hand was sneaking under A'kades' belt. She kicked her shoes off.
The distraction of the goldrider's touch made it hard to focus on
making it to the bed, but the bronzerider persisted, not wanting to
treat her quick and rough like a flight moth. One they were both
there, he quickly stripped off his own shirt and fumbled with his
belt, cursing mentally about having dressed up too much.
When the offending clothing was removed, he went back to kissing her
and running a hand down her body. "You're so gorgeous," he told her.
"You're not so bad either," Lenala replied, her tone teasing. Her
fingers were teasing him quite a bit too. "Help me out of this dress,"
she asked and wiggled suggestively.
He was eager to comply, moving to help unlace it and slide it off her
body. She had excellent taste in dresses. In many things, really. When
she was bared to the air, one hand moved to one of her breasts,
teasing and playing with, while the other slid lower down her body.
"I am at your command," he promised her.
"Well, don't stop what you're doing then," Lenala replied and pulled his head down for a kiss.
Last updated on the September 6th 2015