The Very Bad Terrible Idea

Writers: Bree, Dana
Date Posted: 6th November 2006

Characters: R'alt, Isaline
Description: R'alt uses his superior powers of persuasion (and the fact that Isaline has had too much wine) to secure a second chance.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 13, day 29 of Turn 3

"What the--" Isaline only barely managed to save her brand new dress from being covered in wine as a strong arm wrapped around her and hauled her back into a shadowed little nook away from the dancing. When she spun and got a good look at the culprit, she groaned. "R'alt, you almost made me spill my drink all over myself!"

"I'm sure it would've splashed on a place that everyone's already looking at anyway, so I don't see the problem." He then eyed her up and down, previous irritation brought about from her avoiding him for two sevendays momentarily forgotten at the sight of her cute, round breasts pushed up against the fabric of the dress so nicely. "And the key word is 'almost'."

Isaline cleared her throat, a faint blush rising in her cheeks at his blatant stare. There had been a time when she would have done anything to have R'alt looking at her like this, but considering the unfortunate incident in his weyr, she wasn't so sure she wanted him to anymore. "Could you at least _pretend_ to be looking at my face when you talk to me?"

He gave her a lazy smile as he raised his eyes slowly to hers. "I think this is the first time I've ever seen you in something other than a tunic and slacks, Isie. Low necklines suit you. You should wear this kind of stuff more often."

"I'll take that under consideration," she snapped, shifting to the side and snarling when he blocked her escape. "Did you want something else?"

"Yeah. I wanted to tell you that it's stupid to ignore me the way you have been. And I don't really appreciate it, Isie. I may be an ass sometimes, but I don't think I deserve _that_ cold of a shoulder."

"I'm not avoiding you," she retorted. Almost before the words were out her blush deepened. Shards, _that_ was an obvious lie. "Fine, I was. But I just wanted a little space. It's not like we had a wonderful time last time we were together!"

"If we had, you wouldn't have been giving me the cold shoulder in the first place. In fact, you probably would have been giving me something a lot warmer." He couldn't believe his pride was still stinging from that day. It was stupid to care so much about it all. He caught her eye, one hand moving gently up her back. "I'm not quite sure what kind of world you've been living in since you reached puberty, but in the real world, sex isn't always perfect."

Isaline took another step back, but only succeeded in backing herself up against the wall of the alcove. It should have been annoying or aggravating, but R'alt was looking at her in the sort of way she used to dream of, and the girlhood fantasies came flooding back. Maybe it was the wine or the dancing or maybe her dress was too tight and she wasn't getting enough air. It didn't seem to matter... the _excitement_ was there.

Taking advantage of her silence--and position--R'alt pressed on--and in. "But the more you do it with someone, the better it gets. 'Cause you get to learn where they liked to be touched...what turns them on, you know?" His voice had dropped to a murmur, hand drifting over to trace her side, slipping down to her hip. "You can't learn all that by doing it just one time."

"I thought you said the problem the last time was all the talking," she replied lightly, glancing over his shoulder briefly to make sure no one was staring. Not that they were putting on much of a show compared to _some_ people... but she wasn't sure how long that would last.

"Talking?" He grinned at her. "I thought we were bickering? In any case, there are ways around it..."

"Ways around it?" she echoed, her voice sounding squeaky and depressingly unsophisticated. So much for sultry and experienced.

"Mmm," he replied, lowering his mouth to give her a gentle kiss on the cheek, shifting to bring her closer up against his body. Shards, she felt good against him. "And we could try out those ways..."

"I don't think that's a good idea," she managed, trying to ignore the wine and the tingles that made her want to stay right where she was. Maybe last time had been awkward and terrible, but at least it had been R'alt treating her like he always did. There was something unfamiliar and a little intimidating about this R'alt, no matter how wobbly he was making her knees.

He continued to kiss along her cheek, lips slipping down her throat to linger at her neck, fingers wrapping lightly around her hips. "Why not? I think you want to, and I know I want to." When he glanced up at her, that positively mischevious--and recognizable--smile was back, and he leaned up to kiss the tip of her nose. "Come on, sweetheart... Let's give it a go, hmm?"

It was a bad idea. A terrible one. So she opened her mouth to tell him so, but the only thing that escaped her lips was a breathless sounding, "Where?"

R'alt didn't bother hiding his triumphant grin before pressing another kiss to her forehead. "My weyr." Better to erase the awkward memories with new--and honest to Faranth--better ones. And, because she looked so sharding tempting with her hazy eyes huge and lips parted slightly and tauntingly like that, he decided to steal a kiss--or two--before they left.

Last updated on the November 7th 2006

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