A Long Time Coming (PG-17)

Writers: Devin, Chelle
Date Posted: 3rd January 2011

Characters: Rhosyn, N'vanik
Description: Rhosyn and N'vanik seal the deal.
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 13, day 6 of Turn 5
Notes: Follows: Look What the Feline Dragged In
Rating: PG-17

N'vanik

After everyone had left or gone abed, she said goodnight to the stragglers who were going to try and avoid duties the next day. Rhosyn headed to her weyr, looking back and forth across the Weyr Bowl. **Where was he?**

}:Loseth is here:{ Orlaith supplied happily from her place on the ledge.

}:Orlaith says hers is looking for you,:{ Loseth said.

N'vanik could swear the dragon sounded smug. He glanced up to find his
whirling eyes in the darkness. **Getting friendly, are you?**

}:Like you.:{

N'vanik chuckled and said goodnight to the small group of mostly harpers. He'd been chatting with them, just to pass the time. Rhosyn wasn't hard to pick out, walking alone across the bowl. "Looking for someone?"

"You bet your ass. Now get walking. I've had a lot of food and a lot of
wine. And now I need to...well..do something else." She was headed to her weyr and her queen bugled a welcome from where she waited. The night was hot and she couldn't wait to throw her dress off.

N'vanik obediently followed with a little smile on his face. "I was
worried you were going to back out."

"I'm one of those do-what-I-say sort of girls." And with that, it wasn't
long until she reached the ledge to her weyr. Orlaith's bulk was easily
visible where she rested in her couch area. Once Rhosyn was safe inside,
she stripped down to her underwear, grateful for the feel of the fresh air
against her heated skin.

He chuckled, still pulling off his jacket. "Why don't you come over here and help me?"

"Why you walked around wearing that in the heat is beyond me. Silly
men." Walking up to him barefoot, she got on her tiptoes and reached up
to drag the jacket off him. She made short work of it, though.

"Don't you know I'm supposed to properly represent my Weyr?" He stuck
his tongue out at her before pulling off his shirt.

"Oh please, like everyone didn't know who you were as soon as you walked in." She bent down, crouching like some animal as she undid his belt and
his trousers.

"Exactly. Weyrleaders are supposed to dress up for these things and
look all dignified. It wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't hot." He
wiggled out of his trousers and leaned down to pull off his boots. It
was almost routine, and N'vanik realized that he was a little nervous.
Part of him worried that she would change her mind and kick him out.

She got up and led the way into her weyr. Despite being afforded a
Weyrwoman's choice, Rhosyn's space wasn't lavishly decorated in
the least. It was setup to be comfortable. Walking past Orlaith's area,
she headed straight into her bedchamber. Stopping, she turned to see
if he was following. One of the drudges had turned her glows over so
there was plenty of light to see.

}:This will give me much pleasure:{ Orlaith proclaimed, already knowing
what her rider wanted to happen. }:Loseth, will mine break yours?:{

}:Mine is not easy to break.:{

N'vanik was a step behind her. Hesitation didn't suit him and he needed to shake it off. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close. "I've been waiting for this all night." He bent to kiss her.

"Well I've been waiting for a few months, so you better get it right."
And with that, she got on her tiptoes and kissed him back. Rhosyn
wasn't the tender type, but she did like to enjoy the act. Her arms
came around him as she explored.

He hadn't been willing to admit it, but he had been, too. He bent lower to kiss along her neck as his hands tugged at the little clothing she had left on. To think that his own Weyrwoman hardly gave him the time of day, while Rhosyn ... was showing him all kinds of hospitality. "Will K'sedel be upset if he finds out?"

"K'sedel?" She gave a short laugh. "He has a weyrmate. I'm on my own
there, my friend." She had a working relationship with her Weyrleader,
which was fine, though that was all it was.

"Good. I wouldn't want to spoil Weyr relations or anything." He smiled
and gave her shoulder a playful bite. With a hand low on her hips, he
pushed her back toward the bed.

She allowed him to handle her, enjoying the relinquishing of control. He
was young, strong, and she thrilled at finally getting what she had been
thinking about for so long. "Keeping the Weyrwoman happy goes a long
way, or so I'm told." Rhosyn wiggled under him, scooting up to get the
pillows under her for comfort.

**Too bad that doesn't work back home.** He pushed that bitter thought
aside and laughed. "If this is the way to keep you happy, I think our
... political relations will be very pleasant." His fingers trailed along the inside of her thigh.

"Relations..oh so there will be more than one? That sounds very nice."
For once in her life, she shut up. Rhosyn became more interested in using
her mouth other ways.

She wasn't making suggestions, and she wasn't attempting to take control. N'vanik took that as a sign that he was in charge and the thrill of it heated his blood even more. He shifted from slow seduction to fast and rough ... but not too fast. He wanted to make sure she fully enjoyed herself.

And she did. Rhosyn liked that he was a bigger man, easily able to maneuver her around. Wrapping herself around him, she encouraged him with her moans. "Mmmm...."

}:Very nice. I hope he flies long:{ Orlaith commented hazily. After allowing Loseth into their weyr, she had then slowly curled herself around him as her rider was doing atop the furs. Making a pleased grunt as the sensations flowed through their bond, her eyes whirled a slight purple.

Loseth rumbled, pleased with his rider and pleased with himself. Nyith
would be jealous, but Nyith wasn't here. He slowly twined his tail
around the Queen's as he shared his rider's pleasure.

A while later N'vanik lay next to Rhosyn, his breath slowing as he twined a finger in her hair. He became aware that Loseth was in a very similar position. **She let you in?**

}:Orlaith likes me.:{

**I hope the other bronzes realize you can't have two Weyrs, or they'll run you out.**

}:I could have two, but I won't. There would be too much hidework for you:{

N'vanik laughed.
~*~
Her eyes were open and she was staring at the ceiling. Her petite form was
splayed atop the bedfurs as it usually was as she slept. Quiet for a few
moments, her first words were typical. "Well done, Weyrleader. Now, how
long till you can do it again?"

He chuckled, a low sound. "Don't worry about that. I know lots of ways
to keep you entertained for the few short minutes it takes my body to
catch up." He brushed a hand down her side and then slid it across her
stomach.

Her body was pleasantly swollen and sensitive, which lent itself to some
interesting effects. Getting up, she pulled herself atop him. Looking down
while she rubbed herself against him, she smiled. "So do I."

It didn't take him long to be ready again. Not at all.

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