Wings or Arms

Writers: Paula, Yvonne
Date Posted: 6th December 2019

Characters: Dessa, F'lin
Description: Dessa and F'lin come down from their dragon's flight
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 12, day 15 of Turn 9
Notes: Late due to LOA/LIA

Dessa came back to her senses slowly. Series of images and emotions flickered thru her mind, only some of them were hers. The most prominent ones were the deep satisfaction and bone aching exhaustion. "My wings ache," she muttered, while trying to separate herself from Santhiath's sleeping consciousness.

"Arms." F'lin was lying on side, watching the woman next to him. His blood still popped and fizzed with joy and satisfaction that was amplified between himself and Seneth, who lay similarly curled and content around his golden mate. Winning a gold flight had been the most intense thing either of them had ever experienced. "You ok?"

"Arms, right. It's Santhiath's wings," Dessa replied, "Still trying to separate myself from Santhiath." She took quick stock of her own limbs. They all seemed to be there, and except some pins and needles, she felt good. After sex good. "I'm feeling fine," she answered.

The bronzerider grinned. "Good. I'm glad. I'm real glad. I'm-- whooo." He flopped onto his back, then immediately rolled back onto his side so that he could look at Dessa again. "That was-- intense."

"It was that," Dessa agreed. She shook her arm, apparently she had been laying on top of it.

F'lin sat up and caught her hand in his. He started to rub her hand gently to ease the circulation. "Congratulations on Santhiath's first upcoming clutch. Are you excited?"

"Very excited and more than bit nervous. I want everything go well. Have two of you caught Golds before?" Dessa replied and asked.

F'lin shook his head. "You're our first. But we'll figure it out together."

"I hope Seneth is prepared, Santhiath's going to give him run for his marks, she's very demanding," Dessa warned.

"I can't see that he'd mind." He smiled at Dessa. "And what about you? Are you going to give me a run for my marks?"

"I'm not that demanding. I except you to be at my side and dance during the Hatching," Dessa softened her words with a smile. "And I don't think I can keep you away from the Hatching."

"Well, no. You couldn't even if you wanted to. But that's really the bare minimum." He snuggled a little closer and flashed what he hoped was a charming grin. "Are you sure that there's not anything else I can do for you?"

"Well, now that you mention it," Dessa said with a low purr. "Santhiath may be exhausted, but I'm feeling rather vigorious."

"Really..." F'lin waggled his eyebrows suggestively at her. "Because if you're interested, I'm pretty sure I can help you feel as exhausted as your queen. If you want."

"I'm very much interested," Dessa replied and moved so she could start kissing him.

F'lin wrapped his arms around her with a smile. "Good. Because I feel like we could do some celebrating." And he proceeded to show her exactly how they could honour the occasion.

Last updated on the December 18th 2019

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