A Good Distraction PG-17 (PG-17)

Writers: Bree, Dana
Date Posted: 7th December 2006

Characters: Abrei, Ar'lis
Description: Abrei surprises Ar'lis by showing up at his weyr, but he has no problems recovering.
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 1, day 7 of Turn 4
Rating: PG-17

Abrei

Ar'lis had managed to roll out of bed to answer the knock summoning him without stumbling and breaking his head open on the sharp corner of the nightstand. That didn't mean he hadn't had a close call, though.
Grumbling incoherent obscenities and finally wrenching his ankle free from the furs, he blindly grabbed for the doorknob and jerked it open. What he found outside in the hall--or rather who he found--made him blink for a moment. Rapidly.

Leaning against the doorway, Ar'lis felt his mind become more awake--among other, more obvious things as he looked down at her. "Abrei?" His voice was husky with more than just sleepiness as he all but drank in the sight of her. "Scantily clothed" might have been too generous of a term to describe how she looked. Her dark hair was loose, flowing over her smooth shoulders, and that robe hardly concealed those ample breasts of hers.
The shirt underneath was so tight and so low that it seemed like if she took one more, deep breath, they would spill out of it. Shards. He tore his gaze away from her chest to look at her face. He took in a deep breath, all too aware of how she looked, and how he was wearing absolutely nothing. "It's late, darling. What are you doing here?"

Abrei seemed unaware of his state of undress as she shrugged one shoulder, ignoring the way the movement seemed to draw his eyes back away from her face. "What people are usually doing when they show up at someone else's door in the middle of the night. Are you going to make me try to flirt, or can we just skip ahead to the part where you tell me if you're interested."

Sex. She wanted sex. From _him_. Ar'lis didn't bother hiding the hunger in his eyes as he reached for her, drawing her inside and all but slamming the door behind them. The fog of sleep was slowly becoming the fog of lust, and he couldn't think very clearly. As he slid a hand into her long hair, a part of his mind cautioned him, but that whisper was very faint.
Did it sharding matter that he didn't know why she was finally here after all those times she'd beaten him away when he had made advances? Did it sharding matter that the last time they'd seen each other, they'd been snarling and yelling? With her pressed up against him, curves melting against his flesh, he just couldn't care about any of that. "I'm interested," he muttered. Flirting was highly over-rated, anyhow.

"That's good." Abrei relaxed against him, letting her eyes drift shut as his fingers slid through her hair. She felt strangely rebellious still, even though Ar'lis was not the first man whose weyr she'd approached in the middle of the night during the days since Turn's End. She was just self-aware enough to realize that she'd replaced drinking and working with a different sort of obsessive behavior, but she was starting to realize what people had been telling her for over a decade... it could be _fun_.

And the part that wasn't fun--the part where she fell in love and ended up with a broken heart--well, she'd avoid that the way everyone else in the Weyr seemed to. No one said she had to sleep with the same man twice...
not while there were still so many out there to chose from.

Completely ignorant of Abrei's reasons for coming to him, Ar'lis walked them towards the sofa--it was closer than the bed, after all. His fingers slid down her side, past the part in her robe and around to touch the small of her back, gently lowering her to the cushions. Inch by inch the robe was starting to fall from her shoulders, and he brought his face closer to hers, hesitating a little, even now, to kiss her. Instead he lowered his head to her shoulder, kissing her there, tasting her skin.

The knot holding her robe closed was sloppily tied, but Abrei's fingers still fumbled nervously as she tried to untie it. The first two men she'd gone to had been near strangers, and the experience had been interesting but vaguely uncomfortable. The fact that she'd actually broken something of R'yin's trying to sneak out of his weyr had made her think that perhaps it would be easier if picked men who she was at least passingly familiar with.

She was starting to suspect her assumption was incorrect. Not that she wasn't enjoying the teasing brush of his lips along her shoulder, but she couldn't stop thinking about what would happen the next time she tried to face him. Even when she finally got the knot in her belt untied, she couldn't quite bring herself to shrug the robe off her shoulders and commit to what she'd come here to do.

His lips trailed up the bend of her shoulder to kiss the base of her throat, and he lifted his head to look at her. She wasn't kissing him.
Yes, she'd gotten the knot out of her belt, but she wasn't reciprocating his touch. She wasn't even looking at him. Maybe she was nervous? The idea was almost laughable, but then he wondered. Maybe it wasn't so laughable. He shifted closer, trying to gage her mood through the haze of lust clouding his sense. "Abrei? Put your hands on me, darling," he whispered against the curve of her ear. "It's all right...." Gently he took her hand in his, placing it against his chest.

Abrei started, her eyes snapping to him as her cheeks flushed. "I was...
thinking." Her fingers slid lightly over his chest, tracing an absent pattern. "I have a lot on my mind. But that's why I'm here... I want to stop thinking."

Maybe his bronzerider pride would have been stung that she wasn't technically here for _him_, but with her so warm--and seeming almost vulnerable--on his sofa, half-dressed and willing, it was hard to feel a bruised ego. And he'd gone to women to stop thinking too...why couldn't she come to him for the same reason? "Are you sure this is what you want, tonight?" he asked quietly, tracing the curve of her jaw. "Sex?"

"I don't know," she replied honestly, closing her eyes again and letting her head fall back against the sofa. "But I can't have any of the things I really want anymore. I'm just trying to figure out what else there is."

"Sex is...it can be a good distraction, Abrei," he told her carefully.
"It lets everyone just...let go of things for a while. But it isn't always what everyone wants. Or needs." He took in a breath, trying to calm the lust raging through his body as he watched her. "And I'm not going to lie to you, darling. I want you tonight. But if this isn't what you need...then we shouldn't force it."

Abrei slid her hands into his hair and tugged his lips to hers, determined to at least kiss him before she made any decisions. If nothing else, she expected the feeling of his lips on hers to wipe away her remaining nervousness... she had confidence that any clumsiness in her kiss could be counteracted by his experience.

There was no hesitation on his part as he returned her kiss, taking it just a little deeper when he didn't feel her stiffen or try to move away.
Carefully he wrapped his arms around her waist, fingers brushing just underneath her shirt against the bare skin of her back. Shards, he knew it was selfish, but he hoped she wouldn't pull away from him tonight. He hoped that she needed sex because he was more than willing to show her how it could be with him.

By the time the kiss ended Abrei was half in his lap, panting and fumbling at her clothing with fingers gone clumsy for an entirely different reason.
"I want to be distracted," she whispered, her voice rough with newly awoken need. Her shirt made it over her had and she tossed it aside and she stared at Ar'lis with slightly wild eyes, tousled hair and slightly parted lips. "Please..."

Gripping her hips, Ar'lis lifted her, moving her fully onto his lap. There was no mistaking his need for her. He caressed her newly-bared skin, fingertips lingering on her breasts. "All right, darling," he growled softly, tender expression at odds with his gruff voice as he moved to bring her down over his desire. He buried his face in the side of her neck. "All right." If this was what she needed tonight, then he'd give it to her.

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