Practice Goes Awry (1/2) (PG-17)

Writers: Estelle, Miriah
Date Posted: 5th December 2020

Characters: R'fal, Aviday, Terren
Description: R'fal and Aviday attempt to practice. It doesn't go as planned.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 7, day 22 of Turn 10
Notes: Mentioned: L'cor
Takes place after "Race You!" PG-17 for teenage naughtiness
Rating: PG-17

Aviday

R'fal slid down from Marlath's back and turned, reaching up to help
Aviday down from the brown and trying not to look as nervous as he felt.
He was really going to spend time with a girl. In his weyr. He'd never
done that before. He was excited and anxious all at once, hoping she
would like it, after what had happened before. They'd come straight from
the beach, their hair still damp from their swim and clothes clinging to
their skin, sand between their toes.

"This is it. My weyr." They stood together on the ledge, his hands still
resting lightly on her waist. The brown dragon turned to look at them,
his eyes whirling with the blue-green of pleasure, then crouched and
took to the air, his wingbeats taking him up towards the cliff heights
to sun himself. "So... You want to... see inside?"

Aviday's heart was racing with her own excitement and she was nearly
jittery with nerves. With L'cor, it'd been easier. He'd known just
what to do and had been very calm about the whole process. She'd not
had to do much more than follow along. This, she knew, would be
different. She looked up at him, feeling the warmth of his hands on
her waist and shivered just a little. "Yeah. Can't really do that on
the ledge. It'd be uncomfortable." She looked in, then up at him
again, hesitating before slowly pulling away. Keeping a hold of his
hand, she walked inside and looked around.

It was certainly much bigger than her own weyr, but that was to be
expected. And honestly, she wasn't expecting it to be very clean;
Faranth knew hers wasn't. But at least the bed was made and it wasn't
horrifically messy. "It nice. You've got plenty of room. My weyr's
tiny." She turned and faced him, nibbling on her lower lip.
"Uhm...when we start, you know...you'll need to go slow and easy at
first. Cause I'm still not used to that and it might still hurt a
little if you go fast, okay?"

"Okay. If it hurts or...if you want to stop, just say." He tried to
sound confident, reassuring, though he wasn't sure he succeeded. At
least this time, he felt that he was - himself, with Marlath only a
comforting and mildly curious presence in the back of his mind. "And we
could - if it's too much, we could just kiss and...other things... We
don't have to do what we did in the flight at first. We can, uh, work up
to it?"

Aviday considered that. Maybe it was a good idea. She had no idea what
he knew and L'cor was much more experienced than she was. Not doing
_that_ right away was probably a good thing, wasn't it? "Okay. That
sounds like a good idea." She did, after all, like kissing and he
looked as nervous as she felt. She wouldn't mind kissing R'fal again,
either; his lips had been soft and sweet, but he was so much taller than
her. She glanced at his bed, let his hand go and moved to sit on the
side. "Kissing first?"

"All right." He came to sit beside her, then shifted closer as she
turned to face him. Tentatively, he reached out and touched her face,
his fingers tracing the delicate line of her cheekbone. Back on the
beach, he'd kissed her almost by instinct, without thinking, but now...
Trying to remember all that he'd learned, he closed his eyes and leaned
closer, little by little, so that he could feel her soft breath on his
lips, and then - their noses bumped. "Oh - sorry!"

"Oh!" Aviday's eyes had begun to close as his lips grew closer to hers,
but had blinked open at the bump. She rubbed her nose a little. "It's
okay. Wait..." She cupped his cheeks in her smaller hands, paused,
tilted her head just a little, then slowly pressed her lips to his.

R'fal closed his eyes as their lips met, the light touch slowly
deepening as his confidence grew and his arm slid around her back,
drawing her slender body to him, as gently as he could. He tasted
sea-spray from their swim and it was as intoxicating as wine. Then the
slow burn of desire began to build, the thought of touching the warm
skin under her tunic, and he took a breath. He could control it. He was
himself.

Still, he held back for a moment, meeting her gaze. "You're okay? You
want to go on?"

Her eyes were soft and there was an evident shine of growing desire
within them as she met his gaze. "Yeah...I do." She took a breath,
loosened the neck of her tunic, then without hesitation, pulled it off
over her head and let it fall to the floor. Her bikini top was still
damp, but as she moved to kiss him again, she reached behind her to
tug at the strings holding it together. She tugged and it didn't budge,
then tried again, but it only seemed to tighten the water soaked knot.

It was a moment before R'fal realized, through the haze of anticipation
and kisses, that there was a problem. "Wait, turn round. Let me try." He
pulled cautiously at the string, with no effect, then tried to ease the
knot apart with the tips of his fingers. "Mm, this is stuck tight.
Wait..." He thought for a moment. Could he cut it? But then he'd ruin
her swimsuit. He remembered what his Ma had told him when he couldn't
untie the knot on a grain sack. "We've just got to do it slowly, and be
patient."

That was much easier said than done at the moment, but he moved to kneel
on the bed behind her and began carefully working at the knot, rolling
it between his fingers until it warmed and loosened. "Okay. It's
coming..." Gently, he teased the ties apart until they fell loosely at
her sides.

The anticipation made Aviday's stomach clench as R'fal worked at the
knot. Every brush of his fingers against her spine brought prickles
over her skin. But she did notice that R'fal seemed much more confident
now and less shy. As the bikini top loosened, she inhaled, looked over
her shoulder and shrugged it off.

Now came the real test... would her size put him off? Aviday turned
slowly, scooted back and slowly laid down on his bed. She looked at
R'fal through her lashes. "Kiss me again?"

Eyes wide in unfeigned pleasure and hardly daring to breathe, he lowered
himself down until their bodies grazed each other and their lips met
again, sending shivers of delight racing across his skin. Daringly, his
hands caressed her waist, moved higher, exploring. "Is it all right if I
touch..."

"Yes... right here. " Growing eager for more, and encouraged that he
seemed to really like what he saw, Aviday was far less hesitant now.
She shifted slightly and pulled one hand up to place it just where he
was so tentatively near. Her cheeks flushed pink, not entirely from
embarrassment, and moved to kiss him again, murmuring against his
mouth. "Just touch where you want, R'fal. I'll tell you if I don't like
it. But I do like that. A lot."

R'fal drew in a soft breath as his hand curved around her, his body
shifting against hers as he caressed her. "Oh. That feels...it feels
amazing." Between kisses, he brought his free hand up to stroke her
hair, and looked down at her warm skin, the delicate lines of her face,
her lips. "You're beautiful, Aviday."

The touch and warmth of his hands and body stirred her, but it was his
words that that truly touched her deeply. No one had ever called her
beautiful, not even her own mother. Always too small, too thin, not
curvy enough, not womanly enough...her eyes moistened as he touched her
face. Suddenly, to her, this private intimate moment felt like more
than just an exploration of each other, more than just a little fun
practice. Her breath caught as she reached to touch his face in an echo
of his own movements. "So are you, R'fal." She slid her arms around him
then, kissing his lips softly, then his neck and shoulders.

The light brush of her lips on his heated skin drew a gasp from him as
instinct began to take over, his hand sliding down the curve of her
back, drawing her closer. He was so entirely focused on their kisses,
her soft murmurs of pleasure as his hands moved, that he didn't hear the
sound of footsteps approaching from the inner corridor that led down to
the lower cliffs, nor the click of the door opening. Only when he heard
a loud exclamation and she tensed in his arms did he realize that
something was wrong and turned his head, blinking, to see a man staring
at them.

R'fal shot up to a sitting position and, mortified, tugged at the sheets
to try and cover Aviday as best he could. "_Da_? You...you could have
knocked! What are you doing here?!"

"Why shouldn't I be here? That's my bed!" Terren's brow creased as he
looked to the other person in the bed, seeing short, tousled hair and a
skinny leg stretched out behind his son. His lip curled in disgust. "Is
that...a boy?"

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