A Harper's Imagination

Writers: Emma, Len
Date Posted: 14th August 2011

Characters: Teseada, G'wen
Description: Teseada returns to her weyr to find a fat and happy greenrider on her bed, and tells him all about what happened with her and Daran
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 3, day 9 of Turn 6
Notes: Note: directly follows 'Do You Mean That?'

Teseada

}:This is_such_a nice wallow,:{ Neath sighed happily, stretching her
entire 25 feet out and rolling over on her back, legs dangling in the
air.

>From his spot--in much the same position--on Teseada's queen sized
bed, G'wen lifted his head to eye his lifemate. The sorry remains of
the young gold rider's secret stash of sweets still lay on his shirt,
the bottle of her finest white sat mostly empty on the floor beside
the bed, a half full glass on the table beside it. Beside him were
her best naughty books in a pile, which had provided a lot of giggles
from the small weyrling for the past two candlemarks.

**Yes, this_is_the life, eh?**

He sighed in bliss as he smuggled deeper into the soft bed with its
plush blankets and pillows, stretched as far across the huge thing as
his tiny frame would allow. Like that, both boy and dragon drifted
off to sleep until he heard the clicks of bootheals on the stone
floor. Opening one eye, he watched Teseada coming across the room to
him. "You're back early."

"It's a stupidly early time in the morning," she said, taking in the sight
that had greeted her. Was that, yes. "That was the best wine I could afford
from the Vintner Hall."

He blinked the sleep from his eyes before eying the glass still beside
him. "Yeah, that was_really_good! Anymore where that came from?" He
sat up to give her room on the bed and brushed the crumbs off his
shirt. "Now these books," and he patted the pile beside him. "What
were you getting tips on how to treat Daran from them or what?"

She blinked. No-one, no-one was supposed to know about her secret stash of
romance novels. Had he gone through her cupboards to find them - but then if
he had the wine he had to have done that.

"None of your business," she said trying to sound offended, but probably
failing.

He snickered. "Come on, they're pretty juicy. Like this one..." He
picked up one novel and flipped the pages until he found the passage.
He held it up so she could read it and look over the picture that the
writer helpfully drafted. "Can you really even get in that position?"

"G'wen!" She could feel her cheeks reddening. "I'm not going to tell you."

"Oh, come on! Here we can try it..." He put the book down and patted
the spot next to him. "Don't look at me that way, we keep our clothes
on and you know you're safe with me."

That did it, she laughed. she fell on her bed, giggling like a child still
in harper classes.

"Does that mean you won't help me out with this position then?" G'wen
mocked whined before joining in on the giggling. "Or have you already
tried it on that Harper of yours?"

"That I won't tell, but I will say he was good."

"Good eh? Like how good? Size good or movement good?" Tossing the
books aside, the lad reached over for the remains of the wine and
pored the rest into the glass and handed it to Teseada.

"Just right," she said after a drink.

Deftly taking the glass from her hand and having a long swallow, G'wen
asked, "like how just right was he? Come on girl, I need to know what
I'll be facing when I get back to my weyr!"

"I cleaned up, but we owe you some better wine. Your taste is lousy!"

"Which one did you guys take?" There were two good ones and one
opened one that S'vin had left that was.... He eyed her. "Yeah there
was_one_really crap bottle wasn't there?" Glancing over to her lovely
mostly drunken bottle he felt a small pang of guilt.

"I think that's the one we tried."

"Oh good." So N'klar's two bottles were still in one piece. He gave
her a coy look. "So..what happened?!"

"Well the wine didn't get finished, because we found something a lot better
to do. And it was better. He is one fantastic kisser."

He rolled his eyes at that. "Anything else besides just kissing?"

"Do I have to draw you a picture?" she asked. "I mean why do you think a bed
was needed!"

He picked up the book he had showed her earlier and waggled it in the
air.. "Well if you think you can draw a better one than this guy
here, then yes by all means, draw me some!"

"Cheeky," she told him. "I'm sure sometime soon I'll find you making up your
own pictures with a dashing bluerider."

"You mean like this picture?" G'wen flipped the book until he got to
the back of it where two men were in an interesting position indeed.
He cocked his head at it. "That just looks painful...how do you even
twist your spine like that?"

"G'wen! I think that might just be a harper's imagination!"

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