A Bad Reaction (PG-17)

Writers: Chelle, AL
Date Posted: 11th March 2011

Characters: Rhosyn, J'ren
Description: After hearing the news, she acts out and J'ren gets the brunt of it.
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 13, day 22 of Turn 5
Notes: Mentioned: Janani, N'vanik
Rating: PG-17

}:Angdelouth rises and Loseth chases:{ Orlaith reported, knowing her rider
had been waiting for it. Rhosyn knew it was the way of things and the
goldrider had known it was coming. Still, it irked her to no end to have no
control over the situation.

The River Bluff Weyrwoman left her office, walking around the Weyr to let
off steam. **Has she fallen yet?** she asked, as if it was taking forever.
The longer the flight, the better, but still.

}:They're still flying:{ Orlaith told her, with an indulgent tone. Her rider's anxiety was humorous to her.

As she made her second lap through the tunnels, the gold's feelings
changed. }:Loseth wins:{ Orlaith knew that wasn't what Rhosyn wanted
to hear, but she had to know.

Stopping short, the queenrider looked to the ceiling and her fists clenched
and unclenched. Knowing she couldn't do anything about it, she stopped
herself from screaming. Refusing to let her fury cause her to do something
foolish, she reached out for the first person she saw. "Get naked with me
Now!" she barked.

That wasn't what J'ren had expected to hear. No, not at all. Certainly not right then when he was on his way to dinner. Certainly not from the woman those words had come from. For a second, all he could do was stare at her, hands clenching his tunic, face flushed. And then?

Well, she asked for it. Without giving her enough time to bark out a second command, J'ren bent down and scooped the woman into his arms. His feet set out on a path to...to where? His weyr was far, too far. So where? Storage room! Close, private, and with a blockable door, J'ren ducked into the nearest one, set Rhosyn down and turned long enough to put something against the door before turning to her. A grin upon his face, it was cut off as he bent down to cover her mouth with his. Who needed dinner?

Not thinking about what she was doing and why, though it probably had
something to do with the fact that N'vanik was off somewhere on the
continent screwing someone else, Rhosyn jumped out of her clothes and was all over J'ren in three minutes flat.

And the bronzerider was more than happy to comply. His own clothes were off just as quickly. His hands began to trace lines over Rhosyn's body even as she jumped upon his. His kisses covered her mouth and face and he moved with her, becoming one, setting a rhythm and drawing her along with him. He pressed against her, then pulled away only to draw closer once more. Fast at first, then slowing, extending it out, teasing, cajoling. Slowly. Slowly, not too fast. Let the moments linger, let them ride high for a little longer. No point in rushing through something so delicious.

She didn't think about it, but rather just let her body do what it would.
Rhosyn's anger left her slowly, ebbing as pleasure took over. The situation could have been worse. As J'ren took her, she imagined that she wasn't there and it wasn't him. When it was done, she leaned back against the wall, trying to stand on her legs.

It was over far too soon for J'ren's liking. It always was. But hey, at
least he could always do it again. He pulled up a little, arms braced against the wall on either side of Rhosyn and grinned down at her. "Well, I have to admit, that was a nice little surprise."

She gave him a little smile, realizing where she was and who she was with
and why. **I can't bruise his ego by letting him know the truth. He's about
the only young bronze around and there's a chance I'll have to work with him someday**

"Mmm it was, thank you." She panted a bit as she caught her breath.

"I'm more than happy to oblige, wherever, whenever." J'ren didn't move
away, remaining close to her, chest against hers, breath warm against her
face. "Mind if I ask what brought this on?"

**Ah shells, he thinks I want to do it again**
}:Well you are good at flying:{
**Save me**
}:Sorry, can't help you this time:{ There was humor in her dragon's voice.

"You just saved someone from having a very bad day," she said in
explanation.

"Well, I'm glad to be of service." J'ren didn't really want to move. The
warm body of a woman was like exquisite wine. She smelled good, her scent
teasing his nose. He leaned forward, took a long breath, inhaling her
scent, then pushed up and away from her. "I'm more than happy to help with any other bad days you might have in the future." He leaned down to scoop up her clothes and hand them to her.

She took them and dressed. When she was done, she gave him a smile and
turned to make her exit. "I'll make a note of that."

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