A Vengence of Pleasure
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: Dana, Eimi
Date Posted: 3rd January 2006
Characters: B'ram, Greenrider
Description: B'ram trades one type of intoxication for another
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 10, day 1 of Turn 3
Notes: Follows "He Would Not"
B'ram's friends had gone, and he had let them leave. He was not in the mood for being sociable. Sharding Traelyn. She just had to come into the dining hall and ruin his whole night. He licked the froth from his lip as he set his fresh mug of ale down on the table, none to gently. Luckily he had taken enough of the top in one long gulp that the liquid had room to slosh harmlessly in the mug. **She will never get a chance to touch _me_
again. Never. Sharding goldrider.**
"What's got you all tangled up in a snarl, hmm, brownrider?" a woman's low voice asked from behind him. She'd been watching him, observing him, wondering at him for most of the past candlemark.
"I'm not very good company tonight, greenrider," he replied, trying to keep the snarl from his voice.
She shrugged a casual shoulder, a hint of a sultry smile curving her lips as if to say, "So?" She was always up for a challenge.
"Not one to take a hint, eh?" he asked as he took another long swig of his ale. "I'm sure there are plenty of other men here who could amuse you tonight."
"I'm sure there are," she agreed. "But none of them seem very interesting..." She slipped off her chair and slid onto the bench beside him, her slender body curving close to his.
B'ram set his half empty mug back down on the table and looked at the woman beside him. "And I seem interesting to you? You obviously haven't looked very hard yet."
Her smile was slow, her eyes dark and flickering. "I've looked, brownrider, and I've liked what I've seen..." But surely he _knew_ that, even if he was in a snarly mood.
Shards. She had grey eyes. What was it about grey eyes? He picked up his mug and finished it in a few long, slow gulps, two other pairs of grey eyes running through his mind as the numbing alcohol slipped down his throat and into his veins. The brownrider licked the ale from his lips and turned to look at her again. A teasing smile and grey eyes... He reached a hand around the back of her neck and pulled her lips to his, trading one type of intoxication for another.
She returned his kiss - but slowly. Tauntingly. She kept her lips viciously soft on his, making him work, wanting to make his desire build. He tasted of ale, she thought absently as her tongue caressed his. Ale that ran sweet and hot in his veins, she knew...
B'ram was not in the mood for teasing as the rather bold hand that slipped under her shirt proved. He wanted grey eyes and a teasing smile and Atreyn's were occupied with U'falo and Traelyn's were so tantalizingly absent, this woman's would work just as well. The brownrider knew that they were in the dining hall, but he didn't care. She was there and he wanted to forget. He wanted to forget _now_.
A shivering gasp was muffled against his mouth as that wandering hand moved further up. Oh...oh _shards_... Her hands grasped at his arms as she began to lose the firm control she had had over her movements as every part of her began to respond to the way _he_ wanted.
And B'ram could imagine it was a goldrider that he had in his firm control. She had driven him mad with his desire before. She knew how to use him like any crafter knows their tools, but he would not be Traelyn's tool again. Next time he would be the one in charge. Next time it would be her that hungered after _him_. As his mouth traveled down the nameless woman's neck, he could imagine that it was Traelyn's fingers digging into his arm, that it was her breath that caught in her throat under his lips.
Her fingers tightened over his tunic sleeves. "May - maybe we should take this..." **Oooooh...** "...elsewhere?" Her voice was breathy as their lips parted just briefly.
"Somewhere close," he whispered against her lips.
"There's..." Oh, shards... "There's a closet close by, I....think..."
He managed to take his lusty hands off of her as he followed her through the dining hall, but his eyes watched her every move. Even before the closet door could close to conceal them, B'ram's hands had slipped under her tunic, followed quickly by his lips. The slow warmth of the ale had turned into a fire, fueled by frustration and a desire to enact revenge. But it was not a vengence of pain. It was a vengence of pleasure.
Last updated on the January 19th 2006