Status Report

Writers: Miriah, Yvonne
Date Posted: 27th July 2014

Characters: Ma'din, Harki
Description: Operation Harki was a success.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 7, day 27 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: Rorela

Ma'din

"That was..." Harki expelled a sigh and rolled onto her back to stare at the plaster swirls on Ma'din's ceiling. Pleasantly sore, very sated, feeling limp as a dishrag and tingling in all the right ways, she tucked her hands behind her head and stretched. "...adequate."

Ma'din choked out a snort rolled to his side, but the movement was slow. No doubt he'd have bruises in the morning, but they were well earned. He'd probably left a few himself. "Adequate?" He let his hand fall on her abdomen as he lowered his mouth to her shoulder and lightly bit. "Then I'll just have to try again, won't I?" He moved to prop up his head on his hand, his blonde hair mussed into haphazard curls.

"Maybe." The greenrider batted her eyelashes and did her best to keep her fingers from twitching. They itched to run through that hair. "Probably. If it's worth my time."

That brought a low chuckle. "Well, you tell me if it's worth my time. I'm still conscious." He tsked his tongue. "Slacking off are we?"

"We're not talking about me. We're talking about you." Harki rolled onto her side to face him, so that they were almost nose to nose. She ran a hand up the pale skin of his side and down his arm. "Don't you ever see the sun?"

Idly stroking her hip and thigh, Ma'din shrugged. "Sure I do. But Dragonsfall doesn't exactly lend to getting a healthy tan." His mother had also been pale, but he saw no need to mention her. "I didn't slack off at all, and you well known it, woman." His lip curled up with satisfaction. "You clawed the blazes out of my back."

"And you purred right on cue. _Kitten_." She grinned. "Do you like belly rubs, too?"

He gave a low, throaty chuckle. "Not so much of the belly as a bit lower." His fingers tickled at her lower abdomen. "And so do you."

She laughed and swatted his hand away. "I won't deny it. You were... adequate in that regard."

"It's a good thing that my ego isn't based on opinions. You might wound me." He smirked and patted her hip before giving it a quick squeeze. "And if you're looking for compliments of your own...lets just say that I'll want you more than once."

"Oh, my!" She fanned herself with her hands and rolled her eyes like an idiot. "My life, it is now complete!"

"As well it should be." Ma'din grinned smugly and rolled her on to her back before settling over her with ease. He propped himself up on his elbows, and tapped her nose. "Admit it. I'm hot."

He felt good, and more importantly, she felt good because of him. But he wanted her to say it, and she was contrary. "Mmmm... nope. You're average body temperature. Sorry, brownrider."

He rolled his eyes and nipped her lower lip. "You are a stubborn wench." He bent to whisper in her ear. "Your moans told me all I need to know."

She nipped him back, and gave his buttocks a firm, two-handed squeeze just for kicks. "Did you know that women can fake it?"

He gave a low chuckle. "Aye they can. But you aren't the type, kitten. You'd toss a man out of bed before you had to fake it, wouldn't you?"

"Would I?" she asked, all innocent as she slid her hands from his butt, over his back and stomach. "Are you sure? Because I'm not."

"I think so." He rumbled deep in his throat, very similar to a husky purr. "You keep touching me like that and I'll prove it to you again." He pointedly shifted his hips against hers.

She smiled. **Shards. And. Shells.** If he could get it up, _again_, after everything else she'd done to him -- thrice -- then he either had an incredible amount of stamina or hadn't gotten laid in a very, very long time. And she was _sore_. "I'd like to see that," she said. Sore or not, she was not one to back down from a challenge of that nature.

That cause him to tilt his head back and laugh deeply, amused by her spunk. "You sure about that?" He shifted again and tilted his head. "I think you might just..." He pointedly wiggled. "..break if I did."

Harki grinned at that. "One of us has bits that are fragile and breakable. Hint: it's not me."

"You are an evil woman, did you know that?" Ma'din let up on his teasing and simply settled on her, taking his weight on his elbows. "I'd rather have you not break what I have."

"I'm sure." She relented, and bobbed him in the nose with her fingertip. "Don't you worry your pretty little head. I won't. Today."

"So, you think I'm pretty." A slashing brow rose. "I'm also very athletic. You left that part out." He rolled off of her and sprawled on his back with a soft groan. She had truly worn him out; for all of his talk, he doubted he was good for anything except napping at this point. "Rorela was right about you."

"Oh yeah? What did she say?"

"That once I had you, I'd want more." Ma'din smirked. "Your friend was very encouraging. And she said you really needed to get laid."

"True, true, and true." Harki sighed. "Guilty as charged. I _really_ needed to get laid. So, thanks."

"Oh, anytime, kitten. Anytime. You get the itch, come see me and I'll scratch it until you can't move." He flopped his head over to look at her. "And maybe I'll get scratched right along with it."

She gifted him with a wry half-smile. "Maybe. We'll see."

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