Practice Goes Awry (2/2)

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

Aviday

Aviday squawked in surprise and dove beneath the sheets R'fal was
trying to cover her up with. She peeked out with wide eyes, only the
top of her head visible as she peered around him to look at the older
man who had so rudely interrupted them. It had just been getting good,
too! She'd been ready to ask for more, and this..."HEY!" Her head
thrust up out of the sheets and furs to glare at the interloper. After
being told she was beautiful, being caressed so sweetly, she wasn't
about to hear anything like that again, especially from someone who'd
interrupted something that she was greatly enjoying!

Aviday thrust the sheets away and jumped out of the bed, forgetting
momentarily about her blatant nudity. "I'm not a boy!" She pointed to
herself, gesturing down. "Does this look like boy parts to you? And
this is R'fal's weyr and _his_ bed! You don't just barge into a
rider's weyr, you knock or announce yourself first!" Her eyes
narrowed. "It was just getting really good, you rotten old...wher
fart!" She stomped back to the bed and threw herself back down,
yanking the furs over herself in utter frustration.

Father and son both gaped at her in astonishment. It was R'fal who
recovered his voice first. "Uh, Da - could you please..."

"Fine. I'll go." Terren said, an injured note in his voice. "I'll find
somewhere else to lie down with my dreadful headache. You go on enjoying
yourselves." He gave R'fal a pointed look. "I hope you change the
sheets, that's all." With that, he stomped out of the weyr and slammed
the door behind him.

"Okay, Da." R'fal sighed, realizing he was going to have to talk with
his father again later. Trying to put that out of his mind, he turned to
the heaped up pile of furs on the bed. "Aviday?"

"I'm not a sharding boy. I'm tired of being told I look like one." The
muffled voice sounded irritated and a bit hurt. Aviday didn't emerge
from the furs. "Your Da is a shaffing fart, R'fal."

"I'm so, so sorry. I thought he'd be at work." R'fal reached out,
hesitantly, to touch where he thought her shoulder might be. "You don't
look at all like a boy. Da's only been at the Weyr a couple of months,
he's used to how holder girls are..." His voice trailed off. "Or, you
know, he's getting older. Maybe he needs to see a healer about his
eyesight."

"Holder girls have bigger boobs. I _know_." The muffled voice sounded
resentful, then as his hand landed, there was a shifting. The top of
her head barely poked out, revealing Aviday's gaze. She looked down
where R'fal's hand landed, then back up at him. "Well, at least you know
where they're at."

"Oh - sorry!" He lifted his hand a little way from the furs. "They
don't, really. Holder girls. I mean - not that I was looking at their,
um - I just meant they usually have long hair. And dresses." He winced,
mentally berating himself. How many bold and gallant dragonriders in the
harper tales had their parents walk in on them? He bit his lip. "Did he
just completely...ruin the mood?"

"I wasn't complaining." Aviday thrust out her lower lip. "It's not like
you didn't have your hands on them just a few minutes ago and I was
liking it then. " She sighed, plopping her head back. "I'm not a Hold
girl. I don't wear dresses. I don't like them. I don't have a single
one." She groaned, then rubbed her face. "Kinda yeah. I guess we can
try later or something. "

"I guess. Later." R'fal leaned back against the pillows with a sigh,
then turned on his side and rested on his elbow. "If it wasn't so awful
it would be kind of funny. You should have seen his face when you
jumped out of bed." His lips twitched, and he leaned over and nudged her
shoulder, then pulled an expression of exaggerated shock.

Her lips twitched along with his, then at the expression on his face,
Aviday struggled to keep a straight face. She failed miserably and
then snorted out a giggling laugh. "Oh Faranth, I was naked! I didn't
even think about that!" She covered half of her face with the furs,
eyes crinkling with laughter as she was taken over by a fresh fit of
giggles. "His face! You should have seen yours when he came in!" There
was a fresh peel of giggles as she poked at him from beneath the furs.
"You turned so red!"

R'fal tried to suppress a laugh of his own, but it came bubbling up all
the same. "Heh...if he thought you were a boy before, you showed him,
all right." He shifted closer, his voice teasing. "It was a pretty nice
view from where I was sitting."

The little smile on her face was a bit smug and more than a little
pleased at the compliment. Aviday turned over on her side to face him.
"So...you like seeing me naked, huh?" She walked her fingers over to
him under the furs, then playfully poked at his abdomen. "How much?"

His eyes widened in surprise and a hint of anticipation. That tickled!
"Very very much." He thought for a moment, then wriggled closer still,
close enough that he could feel the warmth of her body, and stretched
out to brush her foot with his toe. "Almost much as I like kissing you
naked."

Seeing him wiggle closer, Aviday scooted just a little closer herself,
her body a breath away from his. She felt the touch of his foot and
giggled, reaching with hers to lightly pinch at his calf with her
toes. Then she slid her toes along his leg playfully and peered at
him, walking her fingers along his belly. "So why aren't you trying to
kiss me again to get me back in the mood?"

In answer, R'fal leaned in towards her so that their lips brushed
lightly, then with growing passion as his arms slipped around her... and
then, he stopped, remembering something. "Wait. One moment..."

He slid out of the bed, pulled the chair from under his desk and dragged
it across the weyr to wedge the back firmly underneath the door handle
so it'd stay shut. Then he ran back, the heat rising to his cheeks at
the feel of the cool air on his bare skin, and returned to his warm
snuggle under the furs. "Right. Anyone else wants to interrupt us,
they'll have to be able to fly." He reached up, brushed his thumb across
her cheek. "So...where did we get to?"

She couldn't help but laugh as he ran back to the bed, but Aviday
certainly approved of the blocking of the door. "Making sure it
doesn't happen again, huh?" When he touched her cheek, she felt warmth
flow through her again; a slow smile spread over her lips as pressed
herself against him. "I think you were doing some really nice
touching." She kissed his lips softly. "Really nice touching." One leg
hooked over his. "So, how about some more of that?"

"Like this?" R'fal's hand drifted down to stroke the back of her neck
and then trailed down the length of her spine. "Mm. And I think my other
hand was here...and yours was...oh. There." His father's unwelcome
appearance was entirely forgotten as he caressed soft curves and felt
the ripples of pleasure running through him at the light touch of
fingers on sensitive skin. If this was what it was like to practice,
then he couldn't wait to find out what it was like when you got really
accomplished.

Last updated on the December 7th 2020

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