Hot Under the Collar (PG-17)

Writers: Suzee, Chelle
Date Posted: 8th August 2011

Characters: Y'gel, Rhosyn
Description: Y'gel helps Rhosyn relieve her pre-flight annoyances.
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 2, day 28 of Turn 6
Notes: Notes: PG-17 for sexual situations
Rating: PG-17

Y'gel

Y'gel had taken the morning off and he and Aughashyth had gone to the
beach for a little frolic in the surf. Aug needed that kind of thing
now and then and not just on a restday. Things had been thankfully
quiet the past sevendays with only very minor injuries during Threadfall.
He credited the Weyrleader and his policies for keeping the dragons
and riders safe.

Of course accidents happened, that was part of the job. But the last
couple of sevendays had been fairly uneventful. That was until one of his
assistants called them back to the dragon infirmary. He didn't know
how to handle the situation that now confronted him.

**Faranth! What is her problem?** he thought as they glided back into
the Weyrbowl.

"Is there something I can do for you Weyrwoman?" he asked as he strode
into the cavern.

"All I was looking for was something to relieve belly aches for Markoth and
then I asked this fellow and he didn't have any idea what I was talking about." She kept rummaging through the supplies. Normally, Rhosyn knew where bottles were, but apparently someone had rearranged recently. Growling, she almost threw one of them at the man's head before she caught herself and set it aside.

Y'gel shook his head. Surely this couldn't be the self possessed
Weyrwoman he normally saw. He cast a baleful eye at the offending
apprentice who scampered off immediately. He walked up close to one
side of her and reached over her head.

"Here," he said pulling a bottle down from the shelf.

She took it and read the label. Satisfied, she headed off in the
direction she had come from. Not too much longer, though, and she
landed herself in his office to let him know what she'd done and what
else would have to be taken care of. Rhosyn sat down unceremoniously,
stretching her legs one by one.

His eyes twinkled at her. "Are you okay, Rhosyn?"

"I'm fine, just a bit tightly wound is all. You wouldn't happen to be
good at massage eh?" She rubbed her arms, trying to make the muscles
obey her.

"I'm fairly good, yes," he said with a smile. "Or so I've been told.
Though this isn't really the right place. You should be able to lay
down so I can get to your back muscles."

"No, it's okay..." She got up and scooted onto his desk so he could
reach all of her back.

"Alright," he chuckled "if you want to lay on the hard old desk."
Y'gel stood and rolled up his sleeves. He walked around the desk to a
shelf and pulled down some aromatic oil that he sometimes used on
flits. It had a tiny bit of analgesic to help their aches and pains.
Then he shut the door as he came back, to keep out the prying eyes
that managed to swing past all day long.

Pouring a small portion on his hands he began with her shoulders.
Kneading the muscles near her neck, he could feel the knots and
stiffness. "Just try to relax," he said softly.

She closed her eyes and allowed his hands to do the work she so
desperately craved at that moment. Rhosyn's mind wandered, but
after he had given her back thorough attention, she rose up to sit
in front of him so he could properly reach the front of her shoulders.
Her neck also needed attention.

After manipulating her shoulders and back she seemed to begin
relaxing, but there was still tension as his fingers walked up her
neck and into her hair at the base of her skull. Her head moved back
and forth with the pressure of his fingers.

Rhosyn allowed herself to succumb to the experience. Closing her eyes,
she thought about Y'gel's hands on her body and how they felt. And
then she thought about them in other places and how they might feel.
And then she found her toes curling. Before the goldrider knew it, she
was leaning up to him with her mouth slightly open and her hands on his
hips to steady herself. "Mmmm..."

He was concentrating on the feel of her skin and muscles under his
hands so he didn't quite realize how she was responding until her
hands went to his hips. He dropped his eyes to her face and couldn't
resist brushing her lips with his own.

Allowing Orlaith's timing to influence her own, Rhosyn's randy mood
continued, causing her to kiss the bronzerider before her. It didn't take
long to bring her legs around him either. "Quite nice..." she said around
his lips.

He was a little surprised when she kissed him back but he savored it.
"Yes," he said. "Very nice." He stopped massaging and ran one of his
hands up a leg that had wrapped around him.

It didn't take long before she was trying her best to get his pants down.
Rhosyn wasn't one to mess around and something inside her brain wanted
more good feelings. And maybe it would help with the constant heat that
threatened to overtake her at any moment.

Her hands were almost mind boggling and he didn't stop to analyze what
was happening. Instead he went with it and helped her access what they
both obviously wanted. He didn't want to look such a gift in the
teeth but he didn't quite understand. He looked at her a bit puzzled.
"Rhosyn?" He reached around her.

"Hmm?" She already had him where she wanted him. Now, she needed to
get herself where she needed to be. Luckily, she had a habit of wearing the
least amount of clothing she had to and was currently sporting a sundress.
Pulling her skirt up, she scooted herself to the edge of the desk. "I'm so
sharding hot. Just..come here.."

~*~

He cradled her against his chest for a few moments while they
recovered. "Oh yes very nice," he agreed stroking her lovely hair. He
didn't know what wind had blown her in his direction but he was
grateful. He wanted to hold her longer but the heat was too much and
he stepped back a bit to rearrange his clothing.

Stretching her legs for a moment after he moved away, Rhosyn slid down
to the floor. Standing, she pulled her skirt down and looked around the office as if forgetting where she was. Looking back, she saw him fixing himself which amused her slightly. "I'll let you get back to work." Rubbing him on the shoulder, she walked past him and out of the office.

He watched her go a little stunned by the whole thing. He sat down in
his chair with his head in his hands. Then he rose and went to his
cupboard for a good strong drink.

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