Stormy (PG-17)

Writers: AL, Ames
Date Posted: 25th July 2011

Characters: Wirnan, Kaya
Description: Wirnan and Kaya both get caught up in a storm.
Location: Amber Hills Hold
Date: month 2, day 18 of Turn 6
Rating: PG-17

Wirnan

**Where is he? It's late. So very late.**

**He should have been back by now.**

**He said he would be late. But it's later than even he mentioned.**

**Where is he?**

**He's all right. He's a grown man.**

**But it's storming, lightning, thunder, what if he gets struck?**

**That's so silly. You've a better chance of Impressing a Gold dragon
without ever going to the Weyr than that happening.**

**But what if he fell on the way? What if his runner became lame?**

**Why are you worrying so much. There's no need. It's not like it
really matters.**

**Does it?**

Kaya did her best not to pace but it was a losing battle. Her feet were
bare against the tone floor when she passed off the territory of the
rub, but she paid it no mind. Even within the heavy walls she could
hear the loud claps of thunder, feel the ground shake with their roar.
He had said he would be back a couple of hours after dinner, but Wirnan
was still gone and it was almost midnight. Despite herself, the young
woman was beginning to fret.

The rain had pelted him from every angle. His beast had hardly survived
the journey back. This had been one of the worst storms he could
remember being stuck out in for many a turn. When the lightning had
struck down the tree right in front of him, he'd nearly lost his lunch
and his bladder. It had taken countless attempts to calm his beast
after that, and then they'd had to find a different route, only to find
that the alternate path had nearly flooded. They'd had little choice
and had plunged ahead. Wirnan and his runner had almost lost their
lives in the rushing current.

Now, candlemarks after the time he'd anticipated arriving home, Wirnan
stumbled towards his quarters. He was wet, cold, and shaken to the
core. He fumbled with the door, struggling to get it open. When it did
finally open, he looked up into the waiting eyes of none other than
Kaya.

She had whirled toward the door as soon as he heard him at the lock.
She schooled her expression, ready to feign indifference at this late
hour, to explain she had been awoken by the thunder and was going to
get a drink to help settle her back to sleep. But when those dark eyes
fell upon the wet and bedraggled form of her husband, hair clinging to
his head, clothes to his body, a pool of water forming where he stood
even after walking through the halls to get to his quarters, Kaya
dropped the pretense. "Wirnan!" She called, moving over to stand n
front of him, eyes darting over his soaked form. "You're soaked!" She
circled around him to shut and lock the door, then hurried into the
bedchamber and beyond to grab a couple of towels. Seconds later she was
back out, throwing one towel around his shoulders, the other over his
head. "You'll catch your death. We need to get you warm and dry."
Shardit, there wasn't wood for the fire yet, the cold not settled
enough to require it. "Come on." She put a gentle hand upon his arm
to lead him toward the bedroom. "What happened?"

He shivered as he stood there, water pooling around his feet, his
fingers numb from the wet and the cold. Wirnan didn't protest when she
threw the towels over him and lead him away. He was exhausted and wet
and didn't want to argue.

"The storm was far worse than anyone could have predicted. We got
waylaid a bit at the hold, and then the paths were filled with debris.
A tree came down, the only other path nearly flooded. I had to wade
through with the runnerbeast." He shivered again, recalling how cold it
had been when he'd plunged into the water towing the beast behind him.
He reached up his fingers to tug at the laces on his tunic, but they
were still so stiff and cold he was making a mess of the job. "Need to
get out of these clothes," he murmured, feeling the chill seep all the
way through him, even his teeth were chattering.

"Why did you not stay at the hold?" Kaya stepped back to let Wirnan
take care of his clothing, but when she saw the trouble he had, she
stepped forward. Yes, he did need to get out of those clothes. She
could hear the clicking of his teeth and her frown deepened. She
worked at the not, tightened by the water. She leaned forward, biting
at it with her teeth and finally managed to get it undone. "You could
have sent a firelizard to send me a message. You would have been
safe. And dry."

"It...was...wasn't nearly as b..bad when I started," he stuttered
through his chattering teeth. "Things go worse after we'd already
traveled a great distance. We...we stayed under and overhang for a bit,
but it wasn't enough." He reached down and tried to undo his trousers
with clumsy fingers, but the knot was tight and his fingers too stiff
to even loosen it. "May...maybe....you shouldn't s...stay." He knew she
wasn't comfortable with him unclothed, "or...I...I can...go..out." He
wasn't even sure what he was saying his mind felt almost as cold as the
rest of him. He shook his head to try and clear it as she undid the
ties. He gave up on the ties to his trousers
and reached to yank the tunic over his head, shivering as he did so,
sending water spraying in every which direction.

Kaya was about to agree, but the poor man was shivering and trying so
hard to get those pants undone. She took a step back and lifted an arm
to shield her eyes from the spray of water. "I will. In a minute."
The least she could do was help him with the ties. She reached down
slowly, cautiously to work at the knot. Even though she was warm and
had an easier time moving, that knot was firm and fast, worse than the
one on his tunic. She glanced up at him, bit her lip, but he looked so
miserable. So she crouched down and worked at the knot with her teeth.

At first he was almost too mind numbingly cold to even think about what
she was doing. But when he looked down, saw where she was, and what she
was doing, Wirnan had a sudden surge of desire run through him. He had
to tell her to stop, but he _was_ cold and they needed to come off, but
all he could envision was her doing something _else_ while she knelt
down before him.

"Ma...maybe I should do that," was all he managed to say, his voice
hoarse as he tried to quell the thoughts and the feelings that had
already started coursing though his body.

"I'll get it." And quickly if she had a say in the matter. Kaya
worked at the knot, switching between mouth and teeth. She tried very
hard not to think what sort of position she was in. Of his closeness.
Of the feel of him beneath her hands and as they brushed his abdomen.
The knot was stubborn, but she was even more so and finally it came
undone. By then her breath had quickened and her body tingled. So
close. She wondered...she wondered if...her heart began to pump at the
thought and her face burned. The tingle that started in her chest made
its way through her body and into her legs. She didn't rise
immediately, but looked up at her husband, eyes bright.

He nearly groaned in agony as she continued to work the knot. It wasn't
because she was hurting him, but rather it was what she _wasn't_ that he
wished she was. His body was warming quickly with the thoughts that he
couldn't seem to control and he knew that sooner or later she would
notice that area right where she was had grown rather larger in the
last few moments.

"Kaya," he ground out through gritted teeth, "I think you need to go now
before...unless...." His eyes looked down and met hers instantly. He
felt the fire growing within him. All thought of the cold he'd been
feeling just moments before nearly forgotten. His hand reached for her
cheek, his finger brushed against it ever so slightly, "Oh, Kaya," he
murmured.

She had been about to rise, to get out of the crouch that put her in
such an intimate position. But then he touched her and her heart beat
faster and the tingling intensified. She had seen him, the way he
reacted to her touch and it had only made her burn within. Her eyes
closed, her breathing quickened and then her hands which had moved away
reaturned, sliding up his legs. So close. He was so close. So warm.
What was she doing? She needed to go, needed to leave. That was
enough to spur her to her feet, but then they held fast and she stood
before him, eyes closed as if she was trying to block out the image,
though it was burned in her mind.

He couldn't stand it any longer. Wirnan leaned in and captured her
mouth, his hands reaching up to cradle her head. The kiss was fiery and
passionate, full of the pent up desires he'd felt for his woman since
the day he'd met her. He wanted her, all of her, but he couldn't just
take her. Hadn't he made her a promise? He was aching to have her in
his arms, to do the things he'd only been able to dream of with her.

She had been trying to get her feet to move, to step away to get out of
the desire that burned within her. Kaya had just managed to swallow
and started to turn when his lips were upon hers. The coals that had
been left simmering flamed and she fairly melted in its heat, allowing
to embrace her. She returned the kiss, mouth opening to him and breath
warm against his flesh. Her hands reached out, pressing against his
chest, not to push him away, but to feel his skin beneath her.

Her reaction was like putting oil to the fire. Wirnan's desire increased
tenfold. "I want you," he murmured when their kiss broke. His eyes were
alight with passion, desire and need, yet he couldn't force something on
her. He wouldn't let himself. His hands snaked up her sides ever so
slowly, resting just out of reach of her chest. One he'd only glimpsed
when he'd caught her unawares in the bathing chamber. His thumbs moved
over, brushing against the tips through her dress. "Tell me you want
me, too."

Something in the back of her mind was screaming at her to pull away, to
get out of his touch. But the feel of his hands against her were far
too intoxicating and she was dizzy from each drink he gave her. She
was panting from the fervour of their kiss and she didn't think she
could speak even if she wanted to. Instead, she reached up, hand
brushing against his cheek til she hooked it around the back of his
head to pull him back down into another one of those kisses. It was
just a kiss. Shards it felt so good. A kiss...a little touch. That
was all...and then...shards...

She hadn't told him no, but rather her actions told him yes. Wirnan was
near to bursting with his need. In the span of a few moments, he'd
picked her up and carried her to the bed. Sitting her down gently, he
leaned in and drank from the sweet taste of her mouth once more. His
hands splayed across her stomach as they worked the cloth up and out of
his way.

He swept her up and the next thing she knew there was softness beneath
her. She was on a cloud, the room spinning when she opened her eyes.
Before she knew it, his hand was against her abdomen and any protest
was lost in the kisses that covered her mouth. She reached up as if to
stop them, but in stead of pressing against his hand, it lifted beyond,
gliding over his chest and neck, then wandering down further, fingers
light and playful.

He moaned softly at her touch, unable to get enough of her. He was a man
deprived and hungry and she was just what he needed to satisfy his
appetite. Stepping back for but a moment, he shed the last of his damp
clothes and quickly pressed his lips back to hers. His hands tugging at
her nightgown so he could further enjoy all of her.

It was quickly moving beyond just touching, but somehow, Kaya couldn't
think well enough to stop. She didn't _want_ to stop. Her body was
responding to his caresses as much as Wirnan's was hers. Her hand
sought and found, then paused long enough while Wirnan pulled her
nightgown over her head. Her hands, his hands, they roamed over one
another. Mouths explored each other and they came together. Even the
moment of pain was tempered by the almost overwhelming desire that
possessed her, driving her onward despite herself. He had paused, but
she had told him to keep going, unable to stop, too far gone to stop,
trembling with the pent up need.

He captured her lips once again, his eyes darkening with renewed
passion. It just felt so very right. His desire for her had been
strong from almost the moment he'd met her, and at last he would get to
satisfy his need to have her.

He gave his release within her, her frenzy brought to a fever pitch by
his movements. Her hands wandered, not really sure where to go,
distracted by the sensations that assaulted her. She trembled when
finally stopped, wishing he wouldn't, wishing he would continue on;
she wanted more. But it was over, even as he remained with her, she
swallowed, trying to slow the beating of her racing heart.

He pulled her towards him, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her
close to him. He soon drifted off to sleep.

Last updated on the August 3rd 2011

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Stormy (PG-17)