Out Of Her League

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

Characters: Isaline, R'alt
Description: Isaline realizes that having R'alt treat her like he treats the girls might be a little more than she can handle.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 13, day 29 of Turn 3
Notes: Follows: "The Very Bad Terrible Idea"

With an extremely smug grin, R'alt relaxed into the furs, pulling Isaline closer against his body, relishing the way her round curves felt against him, the way her kiss-roughened lips were still so soft on his chest...
Scorching shards...that had been one sharding good round of sex.

Glancing down at the top of her head, the brownrider smoothed her hair away from her brow, wiping away the lingering perspiration as he did so. "Good, wasn't it?"

Isaline was still struggling to catch her breath. "It was... good."

It took a lot for him not to murmur an "I told you so." They really didn't need to start bickering now, considering everything. "Mmmmhmm." He continued to run his fingers through her hair, wondering how much longer it would be for his body to catch up with the rest of him.

"Good," she said again, though this time she sounded a little uncertain. Not about whether or not she'd enjoyed herself--that certainly wasn't in question. But now she was wondering if her original plan to get R'alt out of her system hadn't had a fatal flaw she hadn't thought of before.

His hand stilled over her hair, picking up on that slight waver. Was she sharding _serious_? After a good round of sex like that, how could anything be sharding wrong? "Isie?" he asked, hoping his tone didn't sound too rough. It didn't _seem_ like it did...

But to Isie, it was plenty rough. She flinched and tensed slightly in his arms. "It was good," she said hastily. "It was perfect." And a little scary, she admitted to herself. Before tonight, she'd fancied herself experienced when it came to sex. R'alt had neatly shattered her illusions before he'd even gotten her dress all the way off. Now she just felt like she was terribly out of her league.

Shifting, R'alt traced the curve of her cheek, tilting her face to his. He was going to pretend he didn't feel that flinch--or those stiffening muscles. "Perfect, huh?" he grinned, eyes sparkling mischievously as his thumb teasingly stroked her jawline. "I've never heard you use that word before around me. Or ever, actually. You flatter me."

Desperate to regain some of her composure, Isaline rolled her eyes and shifted away from him. "As if _you_ need any more flattery!"

He couldn't keep the smug grin from his face, even though he knew it was probably annoying her. It usually did. R'alt snaked an arm over her soft stomach, hand cupping her hip as he moved to close the small distance she'd put between them. "Don't get snarky now, sweetheart." He kissed the tip of her nose. "I'm only teasin'."

She smacked his shoulder and squirmed away again, this time swinging her legs over the side of his bed and sitting up. "I know, I know. You are _always_ teasing me!"

"Uh huh. And you never seem to get used to it." His grin faded a little as he watched her. "Are you really so eager to be off, then?"

Isaline looked back over her shoulder at him, wrinkling her nose. "We're not going back to the celebrations?"

"They're gonna last all sharding night, Isie." The grin was back. Shards, she was cute as a button when she got that look on her face. "We have time to...linger...you know."

Her heart did the terrifying little flip-flop that it hadn't done since she was fourteen and in the throes of her first crush. Shards, she _had_
to get away from him and clear her head. "But I spent almost all the marks I had on that silly dress, and I want to go back down to the dancing and show it off!" Though she had no idea how she was going to get back into it... she'd had to beg a friend to help her the first time.

Sighing away his disappointment, he sat up, running a hand through his tousled hair. "I guess I can't begrudge you that. I know what it's like to want to strut your stuff." He winked at her.

Isaline ignored the funny feeling in her stomach and picked up her dress.
"So are you any good at putting these _on_ to women? Because there are an awful lot of laces and ties that I don't think I can reach..."

R'alt stood. "I can reach," he chuckled. "I've got long arms." And he wrapped them around her to prove his point--just in case she had forgotten, of course. Which he sincerely doubted. He pressed a swift kiss to the back of her neck before releasing her, not really feeling much like getting smacked in a place where it would hurt.

It took Isaline two tries to step into her dress, fighting temptation as she tried to tighten the laces in the front. "Long arms and no shame," she muttered as her fingers tangled in the ties. Dresses and their intricacies were not for her.

"I don't think you'd like me as much if I wasn't so incorrigible, Isie,"
he grinned, coming around and stilling her hands. "Let me get these, hmm?" Without waiting for a reply, he gently disentangled her fingers from the laces and began fixing them for her. He glanced down into her face, that hint of a grin still in his eyes as the tips of his fingers lightly brushed against her soft skin.

Isaline took a deep breath, intending to tell R'alt to keep his hands to himself if he was going to tease her like that. The words died as she met his eyes and her heart jumped in her chest again. It was suddenly hard to remember why it was so vitally important to escape his weyr. "Oh, I give up," she muttered, and knocked his hands away from the laces on her dress.
"I hate it when you're so sharding persuasive."

"No," he chuckled, voice warm as he cupped her face, moving her backwards towards the bed. With the way things had suddenly swayed in his favor, he hoped to keep her between the sheets even longer this time. "You love it."

Last updated on the November 7th 2006

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