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Hungry

Writers: AL, Cali
Date Posted: 7th January 2010

Characters: F'gol, Meledei
Description: The two discuss their first time together.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 6, day 4 of Turn 5


She didn't want to move. She didn't _ever_ want to move. Well, she did move, but only to open her eyes and let her fingers trail up and down F'gol's arm. She was a little sore, but happy. All that courting had finally come to fruition - not that Meledei had minded the courting per se. It was nice and it was even nicer that F'gol had wanted to do it on his own. Still, she was glad they hadn't waited any longer. The girl shifted closer to the warm body beside her and sighed, happy.

"I'm hungry." F'gol stated. He hadn't wanted to wake her, or leave her while she was asleep, but now that she was up... "Are you hungry?"

"Yeah, a little." Weren't guys _always_ hungry? Meledei did have to admit she was hungry that time too. It hadn't been _that_ long since she had eaten, had? What time was it anyway? "I could do with something to eat. Is it dinner time already?"

F'gol was silent a moment as he consulted Tealth. "Yes, or after, close enough anyways. Who knew sex could make you so famished!"

"Is that what caused it?" Meledei wriggled a little closer to her lover and let her lips caress his cheek. "Aren't you _always_ hungry?"

"Well that's true." F'gol conceded as he turned his head to meet her lips with his own. "But yes, I blame the sex. I'm extra hungry at the moment."

"Extra hungry? I don't think there's enough food in the Weyr to deal with that." Meledei laughed after the kiss. She pushed herself to a sitting position, sheets still splayed over her body. "I could go for a bite, though."

F'gol stared at the body he'd only gotten briefly explore before. The temptation to ignore the hunger in favor of just staying in bed with Meledei was strong. "Then we can come back. If you want. I'd like to practice some more." he added with a grin.

"Practice makes perfect, right?" Meledei grinned as she slid out of the bed. "If I'm not too sore, that is, I'll be more than happy to oblige."

"I didn't hurt you did I?" F'gol asked, furrowing his brow and appraising her body in a different light. While he hadn't exactly been gentle, he hadn't thought it excessive.

"Yes, but it wasn't your fault. It always hurts the first time." Meledei didn't want F'gol to feel guilty, it was simply a part of life. She'd been warned plenty of times about it.

He didn't like the sound of that, he wasn't hurt, in fact, he felt amazing. "I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do to make up for it?"

"Anything?" Meledei picked up her clothes and began to dress. "Anything I want?"

F'gol was too smart to fall for that. She'd duped him before with that sweet innocent tone and he knew better. "No, not _anything_. But can I go and get you something from the infirmary maybe? Or I could go and get us some dinner and bring it back up so you don't have to walk around right now."

"You are no fun." Meledei picked up a corner of the sheet and tossed it over F'gol's head. "And I'm not so sore that I can't walk around, silly." Ah well, maybe she could get him next time.

"Good. Let's get some food then." F'gol held out his hand.

Meledei grinned and took it. She was glad she had F'gol, glad he had been the kind of guy willing to wait - but glad he hadn't waited _too_ long. They were different in so many ways, but Meledei loved him. They were going to make it work - no matter what.

Last updated on the January 7th 2010


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