Cold Toes

Writers: Miriah, Suzee
Date Posted: 14th August 2017

Characters: K'ale, Lanniya
Description: Lanniya has to leave the Weyr when Panitath rises.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 13, day 17 of Turn 8

K'ale

Lanniya

She didn't have to wait for the bugling to begin; she heard the mental
uproar and dashed towards Anaeryth, shrugging on her jacket and
half-hopping as she slipped on one shoe, then the other. Muttering as
she almost fell into a wall, she hurried towards Anaeryth and hopped
on, barely strapping herself in time as the gold leaped into the air.

The visualization was quick and before she knew it, the blast of cold
from Dragonsfall hit her like an icy knife. She shuddered and was glad
that she remembered her jacket and shoes this time. Signaling the
watchdragon, she didn't have to tell Anaeryth where to go, she already
knew Lanniya's plans.

The gold shushed Imalkyth immediately as they landed, pressing on him
the need for quiet. Lanniya peeked into the weyr and a grin grew on
her face. He was asleep. Her grin grew devilish as she slipped off her
shoes and let her toes chill on the stone floor. She winced, dancing
from foot to foot, but it didn't take long for them to feel almost
numb with the cold. Grinning, she slipped inside the weyr, shrugged
off her jacket and very carefully slipped in beside the lightly
snoring K'ale.

She then stuck her cold toes directly to his bottom.

"Lanniya," he screeched. He'd been deep asleep but even in his fogged
condition he knew the only pair of cold feet in his bed would be hers.

She giggled and burrowed under the blankets, wiggling her toes and
trying to nudge them under his thighs to warm them. "Oh, did I wake
you up?" Only her eyes and the top of her head were visible from under
the furs, but her expression was clearly gleeful.

He growled and rolled over on top of her. "You are an evil woman," he
ground out in mock anger.

"Nope." The 'p' sound ended in a slight pop of her mouth. She wiggled
her toes against his legs and grinned up at him. His hair stuck up at
odd angles and it looked as though he was still half asleep. "Panitath
rose." Her fingers tickled along his ribs, then dug in. "Wake up, wake
up, wake up!"

"In the middle of the night?" Truthfully he was still asleep. He
grabbed her hands and pulled them away from his sides. Then he lowered
his head to nibble her neck.

She giggled as he nibbled on a particularly sensitive area and
squirmed. "It's not the middle of the night..." So it was perhaps
extremely early, and far before dawn. "It's just really...oooh..." She
swallowed again as he hit a less ticklish, but still a sensitive spot
on her neck. "...early..." She sighed in pleasure and shivered.

He was awake enough by now to feel her teasing change to response.
His body perked up and began to talk to him. "I like having you in my
bed," he growled and chuckled at her shiver. His hands began to roam
the rest of her body.

At his growl, she shivered again, the sound thrilling her right down
to her toes. Her clothing felt suddenly restrictive, a barrier between
his body's heat and her skin. She slid her hands down his bare back
and with a sudden heave, flipped him over on to his back. She bit her
lower lip as she caressed his chest and then met his gaze. "Looks like
you're awake now." She lowered and wiggled against an obvious firmness and
a slow smile grew. "Very very awake."

He oofed as she flipped them and smiled up at her. "Well, you have
that effect on me," he chuckled. His hands got busy ridding her of her
shirt and trousers.

She watched as her top got tossed to the side and as he tugged on her
trousers, she batted at his hands. "Hey now." She scooted off of him
and stood to the side of the bed, topless and her trousers half
un-done. With a saucy little smile, she hooked her thumbs in the
waistband and slid them off, then stepped out and kicked them to the
side. "That's better."

"Definitely," he said huskily. His need was rising and she seemed to
be in a very teasing mood. "Are you coming to bed, or do you want me
to chase you?"

"Hmm..." She tapped her lips, then with a smile, crooked her finger at
him and backed slowly away. "Can you catch me?"

He was off the bed and after her without a second thought reaching to
grab her before she could get very far.

She turned and before she could get a couple of steps away, she was
pulled back agaisnt a warm chest with a soft "eep!" She pouted and
lifted her hands to grip the shoulders behind her. "I didn't even get
started."

He chuckled softly into her ear. "It's Dragonsfall and you don't have
any shoes on." He turned her around in his arms. "It really is nice
and warm right here. Now, where was I..." his lips descended once
again.

"Right there..." She sighed as his lips found hers and she pressed
herself against him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He made very sure, he started right there.

Last updated on the August 24th 2017

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