Stress Relief

Writers: Heather, Miriah
Date Posted: 29th March 2019

Characters: Ma'din, Tarley
Description: Ma'din invites Tarley over for a bit of stress relief.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 10, day 14 of Turn 9
Notes: Mentioned: Harki, Rorela, G'nir

Ma'din

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Ma'din collapsed on his bed after his bath, tired from both his drills
and a late night on watch. He was supposed to visit Dolphins Cove, but
shards, if he just felt like relaxing and just not going anywhere this
evening. His little brother was far more energetic than he'd
expected, and he wasn't quite certain he could keep up this afternoon,
and his bloody mother wasn't budging one bit about any hint of bedding
him. With Harki busy, and Rorela occupied with G'nir, his physical
frustration was growing too.

He stretched, rubbing his face. Shaffit, he needed a satisfying romp
in the furs before he ended his day. His mind cast back to that cute
little bundle of energy that he'd won in flight. Perhaps she would be
open for company. He nudged Aznith, who sleepily sent the message
onward.

}:Aznith's rider wants to know if you want to come over.:{ Monicath
relayed to Tarley, who had already tied her red hair up into a messy
bun, and put on some loose, sleep clothes.

**Ma'din?** Tarley thought, slightly surprised. She hadn't heard from
the brownrider since her flight, not that she'd really expected to
since they didn't run in the same circles. As she recalled the time
they'd spent together directly after the flight, she felt a delicious
tightening in the pit of her stomach. A little stress relief would be
nice, she'd spent the last sevenday worrying over Tyrael and his
recovery from the Hatching.

**Tell him I am on my way.** The greenrider pulled her hair from the
bun, fluffing the flaming locks down around her shoulders before
slipping into a fitted pair of pants and a lowcut tunic.

The moment he heard a knock on his door, he opened it, the grin he
flashed openly lustful and predatory. His eyes flicked over her liking
the curves that filled her trousers, " Well hello, Red. Care to be
occupied for a few candlemarks?"

"I would love that," she said, stepping into his weyr as if this was
something she did all the time. Even though the truth of it was she
hadn't been with anyone since their flight.

His grin widened, and the moment she entered, he shut the door, then
circled her. "Nice. Very nice. " He stopped behind her and slid a
finger up her spine over her tunic. "Tell me, is this tunic
replaceable?"

Well, she did quite like it, but she was curious to see what Ma'din
would do. "It is," her lips quirked a bit in an anticipatory smile.

Though she couldn't see it, Ma'din fingered the delicate cloth,
considering it for a moment. " Well, I'll get you another one if you
decide you liked it. " He gripped the cloth in both hands at the back
of her neck and ripped it cleanly down her back. The expanse of smooth
skin along her spine was alluring and he took the time to scrape his
teeth lightly against the line of her shoulder. "That's better, Red."
He pulled her back against him, sliding his hands along the waistline
at her abdomen. "What about these trousers?"

Tarley felt like clay in Ma'din's hands as his work-roughened fingers
slid over her skin. "They can go too," she breathed, a smile curving
her lips. None of the guys her age were like this, so take charge and
confidant. It was one of the things about Ma'din that she found
exciting.

"Hmm...no... I think you should just slide those off for me. You'll
need something to wear later that's in one piece." He slid the remains
off her top off her arms, then tossed it aside. His hands slid up to
cup the weight of her beasts in his hands, then nipped her earlobe.
"Go on, then. Off."

A shiver raced down the back of her spine as she hooked her thumbs
into the waistband of her pants and pulled them down over her hips.
She wiggled her backside against him as she worked the pants down her
legs, and then finally kicked them away with her feet.

"Hmmm...nice." He released her to stroke his hands over hips and down
her thighs, then turned her to face him before gripping her bottom.
"I'm going to make you scream tonight, Red."

She raised her chin a bit, her eyes meeting his, "I can't wait."

"Oh, you'll wait." He lowered his head to whisper in her ear, " You'll
wait until you can't stand it. Then you'll scream." At that, he
half-carried her to the bed, and still clothed, began his assault.

~*~

Ma'din had been right, she'd screamed, and she was sure she would be
hoarse the next day, but it had been good, so good. A bit of what had
made their time together after Monicath's flight had been the residual
flight lust, but this had been just as good, in Tarley's book, and
their dragons hadn't even been involved. "I'm going to be sore in the
morning," she panted with a bit of a grin as she swiped her bangs away
from her face.

"Good." Ma'din lay on his side beside her, one hand light on her hip.
"You clawed the fecking blazes out of my back, so I'm not sorry at
all." He smirked at the love bites on her inner thighs, pleased at the
marks on the smooth skin.

Tarley laughed. "Well, I had to have something to hold on to after all."

He gave a low laugh. "Oh, you held on just fine, Red. No complaints. I
don't mind a little pain now and then."

"I needed that." She ran her fingers lightly over his bicep, where she
could see one of her nail marks. "Thank you for inviting me over."

"Anytime you need an itch scratched, come find me." His lip curled up.

Tarley grinned. "I'll do that."

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