Normalcy (1/2)
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Dana, Eimi
Date Posted: 7th February 2007
Characters: Traelyn, B'ram
Description: Trae visits B'ram's weyr and is reminded that their relationship lacks
something annoyingly important
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 2, day 4 of Turn 4
The sun had long since faded below the cliff faces of the Dolphin Cove when Traelyn finally slipped into his weyr, as silent as the shadows dancing across the stone walls. After taking off her slippers and leaving them beside the door, she silently padded across the room, weaving her way between the table and the sofa, not bumping into anything despite the pitch blackness that enveloped her.
She'd been here enough times now during this time of the night to have his entire weyr memorized--especially the way into his sleeping room.
Traelyn paused just before coming in, loosening the tie to her robe a little so it'd be easier to get undone while he was watching. There was nothing more embarrassing than when one had to fumble with the ties. A small, self-deprecating smile flickered across her lips. It was strange to be so worried about something as trivial as _that_, especially considering why she was here. Why she was always here every other sixth day.
The smile was gone when she slid into the room. B'ram was sitting up in bed, eyes gleaming in the faint darkness. He must have put a glow somewhere in the room, but she had a feeling it wasn't for her benefit. She knew her way to the bed in the dark, and she could get there without tripping over her own two feet.
Dropping his gaze, she plucked at the sash of her robe, letting the soft material slide from her shoulders to pool on the floor. Next came the skimpy top and bottoms, and she could hear his intake of breath as she peeled them off her body. She'd done this in front of him before, but obviously he never got tired of seeing it. Leaving her long hair in the loose braid, she slowly came towards him.
Shards, but he never grew tired of looking at her. And it seemed she never grew tired of showing herself off for him. At least, he could pretend that she did it for him. He knew as well as she did that she was not doing it for his benefit. Nothing about this little arrangement was done purely for the other's enjoyment. This was a business transaction. She was displaying the goods. He'd get his services. She'd get her payment. That was their silent agreement that was never discussed. He would get a soft willing woman to make him feel wanted and appreciated. She would get his intimate knowledge of her body. He would get as much sex as he wanted, as many times as he wanted, in whatever way he wanted, and she got a man that would hold her and pet her, kiss and caress her as much as she wanted afterwards. B'ram got his ego boost, she got to feel loved, and both were lucky enough to enjoy sexual gratification. It was a mutually beneficial arrangement.
Tucking the stray tendrils of blonde hair behind her ear, she climbed onto the bed. Usually she slid in next to him between the sheets, but this time, she reached out and pulled them back away from him, bunching them at the foot of the bed. It's not like they were going to need them, anyway. Turning back to him, she studied his body, each plane and curve of muscle she knew so well--among other things. A tiny smile touched her lips when her dark eyes met his, and a pale brow rose in mocking query as she traced a fingertip lightly up his thigh.
He grabbed her hand and slid it up his body slowly, over his rock hard stomach, over his well muscled chest and buried it into the pillow behind his head, her body sliding along his. Snaking an arm around her waist he rolled her over him, his body half covering hers as he looked down directly into the deep grey eyes. His mischievous fingers slid along her inner thigh as a knowing smile touched his lips. She had liked what she had seen. Now it was time to show her what he could do.
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Shards...that had been intense. Exhaling a long sigh, Traelyn finally found the energy and shifted, lifting herself up on her forearms so she could look down into his face. His breathing had quieted some time ago, so she had thought he was asleep. She was surprised--and annoyingly embarrassed--when his green eyes stared right back up at her.
B'ram held her gaze only briefly before looking away. It had been wonderful, and usually this was when a normal couple would compliment each other on their technique, flirt and tease and caress and see if they just might not have the energy to do it again. A couple who had real feelings for each other might slip into quiet conversations, or confessions of feelings. But silence was better for them. There was only so much illusion they could conjure.
Refusing to act like this was bothering her, the goldrider slid off him to curl up beneath his arm, one long leg resting lightly against his, enjoying the feeling of his flesh against hers. But even with that pleasure, the nagging annoyance was still there. No, maybe it was more than annoyance. Disappointment. And not with the sex. Sex with B'ram was hardly ever disappointing. But it was the fact that there wasn't any _normalcy_
between them. They never chuckled, flirted, teased or spoke sofly to each other in the darkness. They never had--and it hadn't really bothered her before until recently.
Traelyn craved that sense of normalcy, something she hadn't really had with a man since L'kub. Her relationship with U'kaiah didn't count. It wasn't a sexually intimate relationship. But L'kub... Shards, she'd felt so _happy_
after they loved. They would shower each other with affectionate attention. And L'kub would tease and flirt and talk quietly with her. He would caress her, run his fingers through her hair, down her spine, along her sides. He would rub the back of her neck, slide a leg between hers, run his lips gently down her throat. He would hold her. He would cuddle her. And he would laugh with her, sometimes even tickle her if he was feeling feisty enough. And that had always usually ended up with them making love again.
Closing her eyes, she pressed her brow against B'ram's side, silently asking for him to touch her. And he would, because this was the only thing she asked for after sex. And it was as close to normal as she could get.
He knew it was his turn to satisfy her. B'ram knew that no matter how good he made her body feel, that was not the _real_ reason why she came to him. She could get good sex from just about any man. What she wanted from _him_ was affection without strings, attention without feelings. It really was a small price to pay. Besides, he honestly didn't hate the task.
The brownrider turned on his side to face her, his leg sliding between hers. His fingers trailed down the braid on her back until they found the tie that held it together. He slowly began unbraiding her hair, letting his fingers trail along the skin of her back as he loosened strand from strand. She would get the attention she so craved. It was only fair.
Traelyn let herself relax into him as she brushed her cheek along his chest. It felt so good to just be touched. And she always had loved it when L'kub had played with her hair... Sighing, she pressed a soft kiss to the base of his throat, lips lingering as she felt his fingers brush against the small of her back.
Last updated on the February 9th 2007