A Perfect Fit (PG-17)

Writers: Miriah, Suzee
Date Posted: 26th February 2019

Characters: D'hol, Timassa
Description: D'hol and Timassa celebrate together.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 9, day 24 of Turn 9
Rating: PG-17

D'hol

Timassa

"Come in." D'hol welcomed Timassa with a gesture, his eyes sliding
over her now with open admiration. "There is meat, cheese and fruit on
the table." He was dressed more comfortably and it was clear that he
had taken the time to bathe; gone was the stiff, polite tension,
instead the passion that had buried for the past three turns animated
his every muscle.

She smiled as she walked into his Weyr. It was huge compared to hers
but then it was a bronzer's weyr. She'd taken a moment to freshen up
herself though she hadn't washed her hair she had changed into a light
dress that swirled around her thighs. She set the bottle on the table
and picked up a piece of cheese before she walked over and slid into
his lap. She took a delicate nibble and smiled into his eyes.

He did like the dress, but mentally decided that he liked the snug
trousers she had previously worn much more, though also did like the
sight of her bare legs. Plucking a glass from his cabinet, he set it
down and poured her a drink from her bottle, offering it to her. "To
your promotion, Timassa" His eyes followed her mouth and then lifted
to meet her gaze. A slow, randy smile flashed teeth. "Oh, to be a
piece of cheese."

She chuckled and took a sip from her glass, set it down before another
nibble of the cheese. Then she offered him a bite, only to pull it
away at the last second and plant her lips on his.

She was a tease; D'hol chuckled against her mouth only briefly before
he gave his full attention to her mouth, fully exploring what she
offered. Hands slid down to cup her bottom, then paused, slipping the
dress upward to discover a delightful expanse of bare skin soft skin
and firm muscle. "I approve..." was muttered against her mouth. He
cupped the deliciously rounded flesh and pulled her flush against him.

She liked the different intensity she saw in him at this moment. She'd
seen so much dark in his eyes and stiffness in his demeanor and now he
was all lightness, heat, and smiles. She suspected he had a
professional face and a playtime face, much like she did. It wasn't
unusual in powerful men and women so she chose to just enjoy it while
it lasted. She wasn't one to expect anything beyond the moment but
the moment could be very enjoyable. She responded with an arch of her
back and a pressure of her hips against his.

With a soft in drawn breath, he grinned down at her. He appreciated
lack of artifice. She didn't play coy, or try to pretend to be shy in
the manner of some women. In her, he saw a healthy desire and
refreshing, open playfulness that he hadn't experienced or felt in
turns. He tilted his head and lightly swatted her backside, then
gripped her bottom with both hands. He backed up until his knees hit
the couch, then pulled her down with him to straddle his lap. "Easier
access."

Her eyes flared at the light swat and she laughed as they landed on
the couch. Her knees bent on either side of him. "Good idea," she said
feeling the evidence of his interest under the cloth of his trousers.
He had shown her great talent in kissing so she applied herself to his
lips once again and her arms went around his neck and her fingers into
his hair.

~*Fade to Black *~

Spent she collapsed against his neck while her breathing steadied and
she floated down from the clouds. She lightly kissed the side of his
face and spent a few more moments regaining her breathing before she
eased off his lap and curled up next to him on the sofa. "Been awhile
since I've had a ride like that when I was just myself bronzerider,"
she smiled.

It took a moment for him to come down as well, but as he did, he
draped a companionable arm around her shoulders. "Faranth, it's been a
while since I've been the one ridden." He gave a relaxed grin, a thumb
stroking her shoulder. "You ride quite well, Timassa."

"Thanks," she smiled up at him. "I do like to celebrate now and then,"
she chuckled. She had the feeling from the way he talked that he
didn't want attachments any more than she did so she didn't feel the
need to warn him off. She was also experienced enough to know when
she'd found physical compatibility. "It helps when the 'fit' is just
right," she grinned.

That brought an outright laugh, a deep sound that seemed almost rusty
from disuse. "Indeed. Well," he drawled, still chuckling "I'd be happy
to celebrate anytime you might have need and want a good fit." He
looked down at her, mirth in his eyes and also enjoying her open,
comfortable nakedness. This relaxation was actually a balm to him, a
lightness that he hadn't realized he'd missed. "Thank you. I needed
that."

She laughed and unfolded to stand and reach out a hand. "Come on," she
said. "I hear there's a pool 'round here. We should clean up."

"Indeed there is." He nodded with his chin to his own, taking her hand
and rising. He glanced down, shrugged and decided to kick off his
trousers. He could have them cleaned later. He cleared his throat and
looked pointedly at the dress that still hung around her waist.

She looked down and grinned. Then she wiggled her hips and it slipped
down to join his trousers on the floor. She retrieved her barely
touched glass of wine and then tilted her head. "Lead on," she said
and swept her hand while she sipped.

Last updated on the February 28th 2019

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