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Writers: Bree, Elaine
Date Posted: 9th January 2006

Characters: Toriat, Sarian
Description: Toriat recieves a lesson
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 9, day 1 of Turn 3

Toriat was walking very lightly throughout the weyr. Not tip toeing, because that would be suspicous. **Casual, yes, I'm not going anywhere particular, just, walking around.** He kept thinking, as if he could project this thought onto people if they saw him.

He was on his way to an... appointment? _The_ appointment. He had spent quite a bit of time, thinking about what would be appropriate to wear. But then remembered he didn't want to attract attention so had thrown his little used riding suit over everything, hoping that the still chilliness of the season would explain that. But admitedly the young man did look good in the hides, having tailored them specifically to himself.

Finally he found where he thought he should be going. He was then seized with the fear **what if this were the wrong place?** So he hesitated, waiting. Thinking, probably too much. **If I'm so desperatly trying to hide this, is this really what I should be doing?** He thought to himself.

He didn't get a chance to decide. The door swung open and Sarian gave him a sweeping look from the top of his head to his toes and back. "Either you're lost, or you're Toriat."

"How about a little of both?" Toriat said, extending his hand, "Sarian?"

She grabbed his hand and pulled him into her weyr, figuring it would at least keep him from changing his mind. "That would be me."

Before he could respond Toriat found himself dragged inside Sarian's weyr.
Once the world stopped moving the first thing he noticed was that this women was actually, _shorter_ then him. **Thats a plus** he thought. But he remained silent, unsure of, what exactly to do. So instead he took a closer look at Sarian. The word attractive would't do her justice. There was also something about her look, that made her look as if she were begging, to be touched. "...Hi...." he finally said.

One eyebrow swept up as she shut the door and leaned back against it, studying Toriat a little more carefully. "You're shy, aren't you? That's sort of cute."

Toriat was desperately trying not to show his nervousness. He still wasn't exactly sure what was going to happen. He stepped towards her, hand raised as if he was going to touch something, but then he let it hang down.
"Cute," Toriat repeated with a sigh. "What if.. I'd rather be, something else?"

"Then you be something else," Sarian replied easily, still studying him.
"Take another step forward... that'd be a start."

Toriat took a slow step forward, again, raising the hand, not sure where to put it. "Should I take another?" and with a final step he closed the distance, bodies barely touching. The hand in the air, cupped, as if to touch her neck, but he held it still a short distance away.

She moved with impressive speed, ducking under his arm and pinning him to the door where she'd been standing a moment ago. "Come now, Toriat," she murmured, standing on her toes so her lips could reach his ear. "Did you really need to ask?"

"What should I be asking?" Toriat said, breathing heavily. The feel of her very feminine body against his qas quite intoxicating, almost too much for the poor inexperienced tanner to handle. His arms encircled her body, a hand dug into her hair. He tried to direct it away from his ear, although the tickling whisper had been highly pleasurable, arching his neck hoping to feel a different kind of tickle.

Sarian obliged, letting her mouth travel down his neck until she reached the curve of his shoulder, which she bit lightly. "Personally, I don't think much of talking at all. Stop worrying about asking and start doing."

Toriat probably would have responded to that but he wasn't in complete control of his vocal centers at the moment. Instead he allowed his hands to explore lower, pulling her even more closely to himself. His head, nudged hers softly, with gentle kisses.

She started moving deeper into the weyr, pulling him along with her and getting her fingers under his tunic while she was at it. "You're overdressed, Toriat."

"Now that you, mention it," Toriat breathed between the squeels of moans he was trying to suppress. "It is getting, rather hot, in here." He decided to give her a hand, quickly discarding jacket, then tunic before his arms encircled her once more. "May I, give you a hand," he said, as he allow one of his hands to mimic her prior actions.

By the time their clothing was gone, she'd manuvered him close enough to her bed that it was easy to push him over onto it. "There. This is a good place to start."

Toriat looked back, "Ooo," realizing how close they were to her bed.
He grinned then held her tight, and tried to tip them both backwards into bed.

It was a little clumsy, but Sarian ignored it as she rolled on top of Toriat, pinning him to the bed and grinning down at him. "You're not doing so badly, boy."

This was definitely a place Toriat would begin to do badly. He decided to settle for grabing and bringing her down. A little feeling and kissing, but he didn't say anything out loud.

Sarian had lost her interest in talking any case. She guided his hands and made short work of the rest of their clothing, figuring that there'd always be time for a second lesson later on if they rushed this one a bit.

Toriat's hands followed Sarian's direction and was well rewarded. His hands carassed her bare skin while his lips dropped exploratory kisses. But he held back, not going any further.

She pulled back with an amused grin and shook her head. "You really don't know what's going on, do you? Not to worry..." She pinned him down to the bed again and leaned down so that her lips were a breath away from his.
"I'll take care of everything." And she proceeded to do just that.

"Wait, no, I shou-" Toriat began to protest, but that failed very fast. He was quite soon past the point of caring. His body was instinctivly reacting, and he let it go.

Sarian flopped over on her back when it was done, still smiling smugly. "Now that wasn't so bad, was it?"

Toriat looked over at her. Physically the expierence had been mindblowing.
And, the silly smile of the female below him served a much needed burst to his ego. But something was missing. He wished he felt something, anything for this female.

"I'd call that, quite _good_ actually," he said in response.

"Good," Sarian replied, pulling him down. "The best part is that you're young, which means we can get right on doing it again. Think you remember where everything goes?"

"I'm not _that_ hopeless," Toriat snapped back. After a heavy sigh he rolled over ontop of her. He may have been a bit disapointed, but on the other hand, **I should make the most of my lesson.** He smirked down at her. Toriat couldn't help but think how _he_ was using Sarian wasn't any worse then others normal activities. "But before we get to that, how about I practice a little down here...."

Last updated on the January 9th 2006

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