Bed Take Over

Writers: Len, Paula
Date Posted: 22nd June 2012

Characters: E'naer, G'wen
Description: It's Neath, Eilliespeth and a gold flit...need we say more?
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 8, day 4 of Turn 6

Just a step. One step more. And a slide. Chin down, knobs up, she
could do it. Looking more like a stalking feline than a thread
searing dragon, Neath snuck up on the tiny golden creature asleep on
an equally slumbering Eilliespeth. They had been like this for
candlemarks, on the ledge of E'naer's spacious weyr.

She just wasn't as deeply sleeping as she seemed to be. Not with a
stranger around. A golden outer lid slid to half way open. She
considered Eillispeth, Fanth, E'naer and all the others who had been
present at her hatching as her flock or fair or what ever to call the
people under _her_ rule. The rest were outsiders.

Neath saw the eye open and crooned encouragement, sniffing closer.
She wasn't sure what exactly she felt about the flit. All her ideas
of flits being nothing but trouble were getting jumbled up in the fact
that this one was a gold and therefore fascinating to her. She half
thought about forcing her G'wen to go out and get one for her as
well.

The little gold hissed at the big green. In a flash she was up in the
air and her claws slashed out. She knew exactly where to aim, the
tender flesh around nostrils. Of course her claws were too tiny to do
actual damage to dragon hide but the scratch still stung. Chittering
angrily the disturbed queen flew in. She was annoyed to find somebody
else with her human. Scolding him, she started to burrow under the
bedfurs.

G'wen jolted awake when Neath cried piteously. Hurt? How...what?
Then the little gold terror screeched at him and preceded to try to
burrow between him and E'naer. A claw raked his bare back, catching
the long scar and causing him to yelp and push hard against his lover.
As he tried to get away from the source of pain he sent the furs and
pillows flying.

E'naer woke up and groaned. "Feral! You're scratching us all over!"
The little flit was aptly named. He winced and startled when she hit
particularly sensitive spot.

"Serves you right." G'wen glared at him before transfering his
annoyance to the source of everyone's pain. He waved a hand at her,
trying to help E'naer.

Eillispeth had woken up by the noise too. }: Don't be such a baby. She
didn't even draw ichor,:{ she said crankily to Neath.

The little gold had meanwhile curled up into a space between the two
men. E'naer was amazed how much room someone so small took.

G'wen glared at her for a moment before scooping the blanket she was
on up and over to E'naer's backside. "There, stay on your side!"
Turning to look at
the older man, he eyed the wounded bit and teased, "do I need to get
the healers or will you live?"

E'naer lifted the bedfur to asses the damage. "Nope, I'll live," he
replied. Feral was however again crawling over him, to get back
between the men. It was warmer there.

"Does it need a kiss to make it better?" G'wen smiled at him and
raised a hand to stroke the wounded part. He was doing his best to
ignore the flit.

"That should work," E'naer said eagerly. But Feral had again wedged
herself between them and glared them. Her stare seemed to say: No
hanky-panky when I'm around.

"Ugh! You!" G'wen grimaced at her before deciding to ignore the gold
pest as much as he could. Giving E'naer a kiss on the lips, he
stroked his hand down from the man's shoulder, down his chest and let
it rest on...the flit. "Feral! Get lost...now!!"

She snarled at him.
"Watch out, she bites," E'naer warned him.

"So do I." Trying a different tactic, the smaller man lay back against
the pillows and motioned for E'naer to lay on top of him. Surely she
couldn't get between them whilst making love, right?

Wrong. Before E'naer could move, Feral had jumped up to G'wen's bare
chest. She curled up there.

G'wen just looked at E'naer.

Stared at might be the more appropriate word.

E'naer run his fingers thru his hair before coming up with an idea.
"Your weyr? I don't think she'll follow us there," he suggested. Of
course, G'wen's weyr wasn't as big and comfortable as his. Rank did
have some priviledges.

"I don't think I can last that long. How about this...?" Carefully
brushing Feral off him, G'wen got out of bed and took E'naer by the
hand and led him to the bathing pool.

"Mmm, I like your thinking," E'naer's eyes shone with anticipation.
Feral just moved to spread over the whole bed, even spreading her wings open.

G'wen watched her for a moment. "There you go, now everyone's happy."
He caught a glimpse of Neath out of the corner of his eye. "Well,
almost everyone..."

}:I changed my mind, I don't think I want one,:{ she replied in a
grumpy tone that matched the look on her face.

"Good," he said out loud. Kissing E'naer tenderly on the lips, he led
him into the waters.

Last updated on the June 29th 2012

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