Storm Singers (2/2)
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Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Iluva, Noli
Date Posted: 21st July 2025
Characters: Aynia, A'radess
Description: Aynia and A'radess explore a little during the storm
Location: Barrier Lake Weyr
Date: month 9, day 25 of Turn 12
Notes: Storm (40°)
Follows "Rain Songs"
As they ascended the staircase off the back, Aynia stumbled slightly, courtesy of several swigs from the bottle of rum they had found tucked away in the empty kitchens. She giggled as she recovered her balance, her voice echoing in the stairwell.
A'radess was surprisingly steady considering his head, but he was also paying incredibly close attention to where she was, which really was all of the place. This time when Aynia stumbled, his fingers laced with hers. His other hand hovered just behind her, ready to brace if she happened to slip back. “You okay?” He smiled as she regained her balance, just as a crack of lightning lit the entire sky, the roar of the dark pouring back in a moment later.
Having reached the deserted area of the Weyrlingmasters’ offices, what had been Viseya's when he was a Weyrling but was now a brownrider named H'rell's door had been left carelessly unlocked. It clicked faintly shut behind them, A’radess’ fingers still laced in hers as he tugged her towards the desk. “This looks better.” He said, the air shrinking between them.
Aynia let herself be led. When A'radess spun her slightly so that the backs of her thighs made contact with the edge of the desktop, anticipation sliced through the alcohol fog in her mind like a hot knife through butter. As the space between their bodies disappeared, she suddenly felt completely sober.
Her free arm snaked up to wind itself gently around his neck as she pressed herself firmly against his frame. She turned her face up towards his expectantly.
A'radess came up solid against her, his hands quickly acquainting themselves with her hips. He pressed close and lifted Aynia easily onto the desk’s edge, pulse racing as he bent to kiss her. Her lips were as soft as they looked, and together they tasted of rum and heat.
Only one light lit the room, but that was all he needed; even in the shadows, Aynia was gorgeous. A’radess’ jacket was undoing and falling to the floor, whether by her fingers or his didn't matter. But it was his fingers that swept up and pulled her dark hair away from her neck, grasping the silky tendrils in a loose fist at the base of her skull.
The solidness of the desk beneath her was promising, and A'radess was sure to kiss her that way, as well: quietly eager, full of promise.
The progressive feeling of his hands upon her hips, under her thighs, on her neck… each new touch was delicious, inflaming her desire for him as tiny jolts of electrifying energy radiated from his hands towards her center. The distance between her knees widened and she scooted forward on the desktop to minimize the space between their torsos in this new position.
Her own hands, which had briefly come to settle on the desk at her sides when he lifted her, now returned to his body. At first the touches were soft, exploring the feel of his muscular back through the cloth of his shirt. But as his kisses intensified, her hands became more insistent" first gripping his upper arms, then his lower back, and finally the hem of his shirt, which she tugged free from his pants and upwards, seeking to free his body of any barriers which would impede her exploration.
A'radess groaned. Her touch was like her breath, like her scent: everywhere. He was overrun with the sensation of her, sets of muscles flaring and tensing reflexively at her touch, the way she pressed herself against him. His body was well used to being tense, even before training, before Tarvanneth. But he wasn’t used to Aynia's hands. She touched him like she was drowning and he was the only air left in the room.
Feeling rather than seeing his shirt being peeled up, away, he ducked with the movement to help. The muscles of his shoulders adjusted as he came to lean over her slightly, smirking, and letting her touch him anywhere else she wanted. He was busy elsewhere. His hands were at her jaw, caressing as they kissed again. His hewn fingers found their way down her neck, then found the collar of her shirt, and without missing a beat began undoing the first button, the second, each one going a little faster than the one before it.
Aynia's breath hitched slightly as she felt cool air brush against the newly exposed fevered skin of her collarbone and then chest. With each passing moment, the access widened as A'radess deftly worked downwards. She felt moist heat increasing at a seemingly exponential degree with every new inch successfully gained. It made her squirm and whimper softly with anticipation.
The last button finally popped free, coinciding with another brilliant flash of lightning that gave sharp outline to the face of the man in front of her. Until that moment, Aynia hadn't allowed herself to think of anything except her desire, her _need_ for this intimate connection that would drown the pain she carried. But now, the whispers in her psyche broke free from the lockdown she had imposed upon them.
_Stop this_, some part of herself begged the controlling portion of her brain. _It won't help. It never does._
Aynia pulled back from the hungry kisses she and A'radess were sharing to study him. The lighting flash had faded, but the light from the glow was sufficient to illuminate his lean, well-proportioned body. She noted the rapidity of his respirations, and the slight sheen that their exertions were already causing to appear on flushed skin. His green eyes, dark with desire for her, were like pools that drew her inexorably inward.
The decision wasn't really a decision at all. She firmly rejected the voice in her head once again, blocking it out completely. She pressed her now-bare chest against A’radess and twined the fingers of one hand into his hair, pulling him back down to her for a long, languid kiss. Then her lips continued across his face, dropping tiny pecks across his cheek, until they came to rest by his ear.
“Fly me. Fly me long and far and hard.” The words were half whisper, half moan, all plea.
A’radess’ heart thrummed in his ears, her voice incantatory. If a spark of doubt or hesitancy went through his mind over what, exactly, had gone through Aynia's when she’d briefly pulled away and stared at him with dark, unreadable eyes, he couldn't find it now. He didn't hear either of those things in her voice - her _pleas_ - because those were laced with a want he wasn’t sure he saw coming.
Now there was nothing but want between them. “Yes.” He said, pressed his hips to hers, the excitement building. And although A’radess felt that urgency as keenly as Aynia, he knew how to take his time and build up to a performance. He intended to do just as she bid. Long, far, hard.
And so his hands settled experimentally on two specific parts of her: one on her bare shoulder, which he grasped lightly as she pulled him down into another deep, desperate kiss.
The other, which also took its time getting there, rested precariously on her belt.
His thumb scraped her lean abdomen, once. Twice. Absorbing her softness as well as strength. A third time; now he was just teasing her, like how the rum still lingered deliciously on their tongues.
Then - with a nimble twist of his Harper-trained hands, her belt sprang open.
Methodically, A’radess worked her pants down her hips, his voice low, edged with desire, “Aynia. I’m gonna make you soar. And then,” his other hand finally left her shoulder and started exploring down her front - at the same time, A’radess began trailing slow, hot kisses up her abdomen, “Then I’m gonna make you sing.”
Her eyes fluttered closed as his hands and mouth began their work on her ready body. She allowed her head to fall back and felt Nalath join her as she lost herself in the sound and smell and feeling of A'radess. Outside, the storm raged on… but inside, two riders and their dragons found safe harbor in the oldest comfort on Pern.
Last updated on the July 21st 2025