Caught Up In It Together
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: AL, Cali
Date Posted: 17th September 2009
Characters: B'lamick, Briata
Description: B'lamick and Briata get caught up in post flight lust.
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 4, day 14 of Turn 5
The flight slammed into her like a landslide. The noise, the lust, the desire thrust into her, unwanted, strange, new, and frightening. She huddled in the corner of a hallway for a few moments, shaking as she tried to block out the noise of it all, but the gold was not one to be blocked.
The green flights had not affected her in this way at all. She had been quite fortunate that there hadn't been any flights the first few days after she had arrived at the Weyr. The first one had disconcerted her, but she had been able to push it away after a few moments. The others had caught her too, but each one had gotten easier and easier to ignore. The gold flight, however, was different. The power was irrefutable no matter how hard Briata tried.
She wasn't quite sure how long she had stayed there. Only a few minutes into the flight and Briata had felt like it had gone on for a year. She doubled over, not in pain, but in the shock at the waves of desire that crashed through. Slowly, her mind told her she needed to flee, so flee Briata did. Through the corridors she made her way, desperately trying to slink through the shadows and stay out of reach of others. She was afraid to touch anyone for fear she might melt into them, lose what thread of control she was clinging to. She was going to lose it if she didn't get away.
A gasp of air flung her into the wall as something happened, the desire intensified. Someone had closed in, had caught her. The bronze, she knew the bronze. Erdenth. She had retreated into another small corner, hidden away by prying eyes, though one or two did give her odd looks. She ignored them. When she could bring herself to some sort of control, Briata continued on her way, but it was slow going. Still, she had managed to come a decent distance and she was close to her quarters. Almost there, almost safe.
B'lamick fought his way through the crowd that had started to both disperse and swell. There were those, like him, who had been part of the flight, who had felt and was still feeling the need and lust and absolute want of their dragons. There were also those that were approaching to take advantage of those riders. He had to get away, away from those that would tempt him to do something he would regret just a few hours from now. All he had to do was make his way through the corridors and then down to the beach. Once he was in the water, he could work off his desires and return to normal.
Briata stumbled to the door, her hands groped for the knob. As she reached it, she felt something brush against her. Her body tingled and she turned toward the person.
"Briata?" B'lamick breathed, confusion flickered across his face as he focused on the person who had touched him. He didn't consciously think to do it, but one moment he was standing there, the next he was kissing her, his hands tangling into her hair.
Briata didn't even have a chance to breathe his name. She reacted automatically, her lips hungry against his and her arms automatically tracing his form. Somewhere in the back of her mind, something was trying to get her attention, but the desire of the dragons continued to wash over her in waves and she was unable to heed its call.
He leaned into her, both pushing himself against her and pulling her into him. She smelled so good, _felt_ so good. It was what he needed, what he'd been denied by the flight. He wasn't close enough, he needed to be closer to her, so he grabbed at her, lifting her up and braced her against the door as he felt her legs twine around his waist.
Briata's soft cry was muffled by his mouth against hers. She felt the coolness of the door behind her, then suddenly felt, her head smacking hard on the floor. The door, eased open by her desparate clambouring earlier was unable to withstand the weight of them. The bang to her head helped clear her mind for a moment, replacing the desire with pain. Her hands flew up, covering the place as if they could keep away the pain, but it was fruitless. She cried again, this time the sound unhindered and tinged with pain.
The fall had dislodged the tangled pair, and B'lamick's eyes stared up at the ceiling as reality reentered his brain. He was panting and his ears were filled with the sound of his rushing blood, but he could still hear Briata's cry. He turned his head and reached out an arm for her. "Shards, are you okay?"
Was she? Pain was still there, but so was the desire. The dragons' desire wasn't completely diminished and it smacked at her. Yet, the pain helped to dull it and, in a way, bring her to her sense. "I...yes." She struggled to her feet, hands brushing at her clothes in an effort to straighten them. "I'm sorry." She murmured as the blood rushed to her cheeks.
B'lamick shook his head as he sat up and took her elbow to assist her into the same position. The touch flared the need that still permeated his entire being so he quickly dropped his hand back down to his side. "No, I'm sorry." He tried to explain, "The flight just ended, I was trying to get away..."
"I know. I got...caught up in it." More the caught up, almost consumed by it. Briata had gotten to the point where she could ignore greenflights, but that...it was overwhelming. Still, her behaviour had been wanton and she couldn't meet B'lamick's gaze.
"I've never done that before, after a flight I mean." B'lamick suddenly felt sleazy. He'd thought about it before, after a flight when the girls were just there, waiting for one of the riders to want to use them, but he'd never actually done it. And for him to try and use Briata like that, his friend, it made him feel worse.
"I've been able to control the green flights." Briata stated, giving voice to her thoughts. "But this was so different. Shards, I'm so glad I wasn't in the creche." She twisted her hands together looking here, there, anywhere but at him.
B'lamick agreed. Green flights were very different from gold. He'd never done anything like this after a green flight. B'lamick stood up and looked down at Briata. She was beautiful, even more so than usual, and he was very aware of her in a way he never had been before. It unsettled him and made him feel more guilty. He held out his arm to help her up, then thought better of it as he imagined it'd be only too easy to sweep her back into his arms once he had a hold of her. He needed to leave, flee, far away from her until he could calm himself down. But he didn't want to leave her. "I was going down to swim. It always helps me regain control. Do you want to come? It will help."
Briata shook her head. She just needed to be alone, to be away from the presence of others, especially men. She didn't want to take the chance that something might happen with the way she was still feeling. "Thank you, but I think it would be best if I stay here."
He nodded. Part of him was glad, it probably wasn't the best idea for them to be together right now. Part of him was disappointed though, now there would be no chance of a repeat of earlier. "Okay, I'll go then. I am sorry, Briata." And he slipped out the door before he did anything else stupid.
Last updated on the September 21st 2009