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Weyrling Training

Writers: Rochelle, Kaysea
Date Posted: 8th October 2007

Characters: Tatitem, Corder
Description: Tatitem and Corder reach an understanding
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 5, day 12 of Turn 4
Notes: Follows " when a Gold takes flight"
Rating: PG-17

He pulled her into his arms the minute they entered her office, pushing his back against the door they fell heavily against it, closing it completely. His hands were everywhere, taking in each womanly curve with his caresses. He murmured into her hair, soft erotic endearments before allowing his mouth to claim her lips once more.

Tatitem sighed with pleasure against his mouth, her mind rapidly dismissing the disturbed or amused looks from her staff as she had raced through the kitchen toward her office with Corder in tow. It had been the only room she was reasonably certain would be unoccupied. She knew the storerooms would probably already be full.

"Corder." She murmured, her hands running up his chest and then down his arms. "Oh yes..." She whispered as her hands found his belt. She returned his kisses with a passionate frenzy then, her hands working instinctively on his clothes.

His lips barely left hers, only long enough to grind out her name again, as his fingers found the buttons to her blouse and began unfastening them. He felt his trous pool around his ankles and stepped from them hastily. His hands slipped inside her blouse, and slid it down her arms and off her, to land at their feet. He guided her across the room, to the small couch in the corner were they landed heavily together.

The small couch let out a whooshing noise as the two adults collapsed on top of it, the frame shuddering and groaning slightly under their combined weight. Tati laughed softly against his lips, leaning back and pulling him on top of her. Her hands had finished their scrabbling against his belt, and had started tearing at his shirt. She wanted to feel his flesh under her hands. It had been too long...

Her girlish laughter inflamed him even more. They were a tangle of arms and legs on the couch, while she tried to remove his shirt, his hands played with the fastenings to her skirts, loosening and trying to ease them over her rounded hips.

His mouth searched for hers again, his tongue slipped between her lips as he tasted her. He inhaled of her, his senses in overload at the intoxicating scent that was Tati. He had managed to loosen the damnable skirts, and eased himself off her enough to push them down over her hips and thighs, until they were bunched in a pile at the side of the couch.

She clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders as her skirts vanished, inhaling the enormously satisfying scent of aroused male. Freed of her encumbrances, she swiftly returned the favor by shoving his pants roughly down before he settled on top of her once more. She groaned at the feeling of his flesh on hers, and returned his questing kiss with a fevered passion that she had not felt in ages.

~*~

"Oh Shards! Tati why do we leave it so long?" he murmured in her ear, nuzzling into the small tendrils of hair that curled around her ears and throat. "Do we really need this excuse?" his voice was soft and husky against her skin, small puffs of warm air exhaled and caressed her throat.

"Nothing compares to a goldflight." She murmured breathlessly back, closing her eyes in pleasure as their minds continued to wander and she felt him move against her.

"But do we really _need_ the goldflight?" he asked, hefting his weight up onto one arm, he looked down, meeting her eyes. "I like you a little more than just for a convenient flight partner, Tati." he said, his free hand brushing aside the fine strands of hair that trailed across her face.

"I know, Corder." She said softly, opening her eyes and smiling contentedly at his face above her. "So do I. But you know as well as I do that..." she nipped playfully at the fingers brushing her face. "...That we've both been busy lately."

"Is that the only reason?" he asked, his fingers captured her chin and he tilted her lips to his. "Your children, they're old enough now, surely they wouldn't mind you having the occasional visitor?"

"My children are old enough that they know better." She said amused. "And my grandchildren have never known any different. But I do have them over frequently, and there's always some emergency that needs the Headwoman." She hesitated, remembering the last 'emergency' that had needed her attention. An elderly rider, too old to have ever ridden Thread, had simply failed to wake up one evening, and his dragon had shifted /between/ in his sleep. The man's weyrmate had been hysterical, since he'd been alive and well when they'd gone to bed.

"So there's no room for me, then?" he asked, his lips softly brushing over hers as he shifted slightly atop her. His free hand moved down and caressed her side softly, warm skin in his palm - soft but with a delightful roundness to it. His kiss deepened and he moaned softly into her mouth, before lifting his head, "None at all?"

"I didn't say that." She whispered against his lips, pulling him gently down to kiss him again. It had been a long time since she'd had a lover, since before she'd become Headwoman, and she really wasn't sure why. The idea was certainly holding attraction for her now, although some of it might be the afterglow from the goldflight. "I just said that we'd have to make room."

"Mmm... I'm all for that." he said huskily. "And for more." He kissed her again, this time his lips ground against hers, his tongue flicking back and forth between hers, so that there could be no mistake about his intentions.

Shards... Why she had remained a widow after Jerase's death was beyond her. Not when there were men like Corder who saw her as a woman rather than an authority to be catered to, but still respected her enough to let her do her duty first. She responded to his hard kiss enthusiastically, only pulling back slightly when the couch they were on gave an ominous creak. "Then I think we'll have to try." She agreed breathlessly.

Last updated on the October 8th 2007