Can't Forget (PG-17)

Writers: Dana, Eimi
Date Posted: 7th November 2005

Characters: Ar'lis
Description: Ar'lis takes his suffering and frustration out on a willing drudge
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 9, day 7 of Turn 3
Notes: Follows "How Could This Happen?"
Rating: PG-17

He'd watched her through his half-drunken phase for most of the evening.
She was rather pretty for a drudge, he'd decided. Pretty, with her long hair and her slanted eyes... And he hadn't held himself back when she had leaned over him to refill his mug of beer, her breast brushing against his cheek as she did so. He hadn't held back as he suddenly grabbed her by the waist, pulling her down into his lap, his fingers moving her blouse to the side and grabbing hold of her flesh none too gently as he brought his mouth down onto hers. He didn't know if she had resisted him, or if she'd been willing. He didn't know if there had been people in the dining caverns to observe them.

And as he lay sprawled on top of her, in a bed he didn't recognize, he didn't give a sharding crack about _anything_ except the way she was making his body feel.

"Well, bronzerider," she drawled languidly as she slipped her fingers along the muscles of his back, "you sure had a fire in you tonight."

He grunted at that before his teeth found the side of her neck, and he bit down lightly, then a little harder, flexing his hips against hers. The "fire" was still sharding burning, and it was sharding eating a hole through his very gut, it seemed. Sex hadn't helped the pounding in his head from the amount of alcohol he had consumed any, and he tried to ignore it as he slid his rough hands up her slender sides.

The alcohol hadn't helped him forget. And neither had the sex. Frustrated, he growled, more to himself than to her. Maybe another round would do it. And if not, then he'd go for it again. And again, until he'd sharding forget one woman's pained eyes, and the other's wounded expression and marred body.

She chuckled deep down in her throat as her fingers slipped along his shoulders. "Shards, boy, you're gonna break me if you don't slow down a bit. What's the rush? You can't possibly be ready yet and I'm not going anywhere."

"Damn straight you're not going anywhere," the bronzerider growled as he lifted his head to stare down into her eyes, his own hot and intense. Normally he would've moved off of the woman. Normally he would have been considerate of her, and quite willing to wait until she was ready, or until they both were. But the gentle, considerate side of him was non-existant tonight. There was no tenderness in his touch as he set his hands to her hips, rolling her until she was straddling him. He sharding didn't _want_ to wait.

"There were a few things the gossips left out about you," she murmered as she looked down on him, the heat in his eyes already starting to have an effect on her. The woman let her eyes travel over him lustfull until they fixed on the scratches along his chest. A slight frown tugged at the corner of her mouth as she traced her finger along one. "Faranth's Egg, I didn't do that did I?"

He flinched away from her touch there. "No." He caught that hand in his, moving it away from those wounds he sharding came here to _forget_ about, to a more convinient place. "What do the gossips say about me?"

"They say you're charming." Her finger nails traced the outline of his abdominal muscles. "And they say that you are sweet and gentle. But I think I prefer you this way."

Her bared his teeth in a feral smile. "Do you?"

"Yes," she smiled as she worked her hips back along his body a bit so she could lean forward and his nip along his collar bone. "I think there are far too many nice guys in this Weyr."

He refused to think beyond the affect her body was having on him. His upper lip curled as he drew her down over him, his hard arms wrapping around her back to hold her completely still. Then his lips worked their way from her neck down lower, and lower... "Good."

"Oh shards," she groaned, a lusty smile crossing her face. "Are you always like this? Why didn't I find you before? If I had known..." Her words were cut off abruptly as he hit a particularly sensative spot.
When she found her voice again she murmered, "If you're like this now... I would love to see what you'd do with dragon lust..."

Dragon lust.

With an angry snarl, the bronzerider bit down on her flesh. Those two words bringing fresh images to his mind; a flash of gold through his bronze's eyes; a flurry of wings stretching, straining; a cry of triumph; a scream of desperation; a snarl of rage; nails scratching; teeth tearing; lust...anger...hate...lust...

Images he wanted to never think about.

"Ok... be a _little_ bit... more gentle there," she whispered between gasps of pleasure and pain. He was nothing if not enthusiastic!

His tongue darted out to lick the spot he'd bitten before his mouth roved back up to find hers again. And he kissed her, hard, with all the anger and lust that burned through him, making his blood heat.

Ar'lis then pulled back abruptly to look into her eyes, but it was Gaiya's face that he saw, blending then into Lenala's. Snarling, he brought her body closer against his and lost himself in his lust.

~*~*~

He groaned as she finally collapsed on top of him, one hand reaching up to bury itself in her thick, dark hair, his arm wrapping tightly around her waist. With each deep breath, he strained to even out his heavy breathing, fighting the contradicting emotions roiling within him.

Ar'lis hadn't been gentle. He hadn't been tender. He hadn't been kind.
He hadn't made love to her - he'd _screwed_ her. Almost brutally.
Selfishly. He closed his eyes against the pulsing in his temples, glad that her head was pillowed beneath his chin.

She wouldn't see the sudden tears that formed along his lashes.

Last updated on the November 7th 2005

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Can't Forget (PG-17)