In the Fire

Writers: AL, Cali
Date Posted: 2nd February 2010

Characters: B'lamick, Briata
Description: B'lamick takes Briata give in to temptation.
Location: Elsewhere on Pern, River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 7, day 14 of Turn 5

Briata

"Yeah. Warm." Shards, she was already warm - her face was anyway. It had already been red, but the heat intensified when he had pulled her over to him. At least there were blankets between them. The wind continued to howl outside, and occasionally crept down the chimney to tease the fire. It wasn't how they had planned their outing at all, but at least they had shelter and a fire. It could have been worse.

**Latarth buddy, you still doing okay out there?** B'lamick took the opportunity of quiet between himself and Briata to once again check on his lifemate.

}: Of course. The ice and cold do not bother me like it does you. I will tell you when it goes away. :{ Latarth replied from where he had curled up under a group of trees.

** I think I messed up.** B'lamick said after a moment. **I shouldn't have kissed her.**

}: Yes you should have. :{ Latarth replied with a deep rumble, }:You felt good and she felt good, you should kiss her more. She wants you to. :{

** Really?**

}: Yes, but she is also scared. She is like a little dragon egg, you don't want to drop her. :{

She's breakable. Yes, he could see that. She was married, made Lady Warder, divorced, and moved to the Weyr all in less than a turn. It was a lot for anyone to deal with. He could be gentle though, he could take care of her, protect her. He wanted to. B'lamick looked down at the top of Briata's head. He couldn't see her face, but maybe he didn't need to. "Latarth says you're a little dragon egg."

"I'm a...what?" That had been one of the last things she'd ever thought anyone would call her. It made her laugh softly. "That's an odd thing to be called." She hadn't heard him, but then again, she hadn't been Listening and a dragon could keep his conversation from her Hearing if he really wanted to.

B'lamick smiled. After the confusion of the evening, her laughter was lovely. "I think he was telling me to be careful with you."

"I guess to a dragon I do seem delicate." Briata assured the dragon that she was not quite _that_ easy to break. "He's sweet." She commented, then added without really thinking, "Just like you."

B'lamick leaned his head so that it touched hers, inhaling the scent of her damp hair. "I said I wouldn't let you go..." How he wanted to kiss her, to hold her in his arms like he'd done not but an hour ago. He wouldn't push her though, Latarth was right to be careful with her.

She should pull away. Briata knew she should. There would be trouble if she didn't. But she couldn't. He was so close, his breath upon her face was warm, and his scent was so inviting. "Yes...yes you did." She whispered. She enjoyed his closeness...even if she shouldn't.

"I'm not sorry I kissed you." He revealed, pushing his fears down. He was right when he's said they'd gone too far to go back. "Maybe I shouldn't have done it, but I'm not sorry I did."

Briata wasn't cold anymore. She lowered her gaze, but found herself saying, "I'm not sorry either." And she wasn't. She had enjoyed that kiss - she wanted him to do it again.

B'lamick couldn't help the smile that spread over his lips. "Do you think... I mean, Do you want to _try_ and have a go at this?"

A go at this...at them. Wasn't that what she wanted? Someone she could love, someone she could make a life with? Briata just never thought she would have done so with a dragonrider. Dragonriders didn't get married...but they Weyrmated. It was a similar concept. Slow down. Slow down. Briata tilted her head and looked up at B'lamick. Slow. They would take it slow.

"Yes."

B'lamick gently stroked the side of her cheek with his finger, finally settling it at her chin so he could turn her face towards his. The smile still on his face, he kissed her.

Briata sighed into his mouth. A kiss. It was just a kiss. This was what people in a relationship were supposed to do. She trembled, but it wasn't from the cold. It had felt good when Ishek kissed her and she had wanted it, but this was more powerful. Already she could feel the need, the desire welling up inside her. She fought against it. She couldn't let it get too out of control, she had to stay in control. Even as she responded to him, Briata's hand tightened its hold around her blanket.

The kiss deepened, and B'lamick shifted so that he could reach her better. His fingers found their way across her cheek and into her thick hair. She smelled and tasted so good, he could feel his heart racing. He remembered how she'd felt in his arms during the goldflight, how he'd needed her then. This was different, clearer, less frantic, but the desire building in him was the same.

Briata shifted to pull away, but found herself moving closer instead. His touch felt so wonderful. This was how it should have been, how the other should have touched her. She brushed him from her mind. She didn't want to think about him. No, she wanted to think about B'lamick. He'd been kind to her, spent time with her, and he wanted to kiss her. That was more than she'd had before.

B'lamick's hands began to move of their own volition. They seemed to be everywhere at once, on her face, her exposed neck and arms. They found their way tracing her shapely figure that was denied him by the thin blanket, and he groaned, suddenly finding himself up on a knee, guiding her down onto the bed.

The sudden caresses both startled her and made her melt. She didn't protest when B'lamick laid her down. Her one free hand began to roam on its own, not as bold as B'lamick's, but traced its way over his chest, through his hair and down the back of his neck.

What was he doing? B'lamick knew what he _wanted_ to do. He wanted to finish what he started that day of the goldflight. Knowing what he wanted to do and knowing _how_ though were different things. His lips left hers as he trailed them across her jaw and down her neck, further progression halted by the sharding blanket. "You'll have to tell me if I do something wrong. Everything beyond this point is pure theory."

Briata stared at him. She didn't quite understand what he meant. Do something wrong? He'd done everything just fine! The kisses had been splendid. Theory was put to good use if that was what he meant. Briata opened her mouth to ask him, but his lips descended upon hers and she couldn't think when he touched her. Did she really need to think? She stopped trying.

B'lamick's hands roamed over her body. He almost growled as he felt the roughness of the blanket beneath his touch. His fingers curled over Briata's to gently pry them from their grip upon the offending cloth. Briata wanted to protest, started to protest, but the words came out as nothing more than a moan. They should stop, they shouldn't be doing this. She tried to speak again, but he had succeeded in freeing the blanket and it cascaded from her body. His hands trailed over her tender flesh and any coherent thought was lost in his touch, in the desire he sparked. His hands tripped over her shoulder, her hip teasing, promising then dancing back only to return a little more bold. Again she tried, again Briata lost the battle with what was right and proper. She was lost in the fire and she stopped caring if she got burned.

Last updated on the February 2nd 2010

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