Nefarious Intent

Writers: Avery, Yvonne
Date Posted: 8th February 2014

Characters: Riveenata, F'lin
Description: Riven gives F'lin a massage and more.
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 5, day 18 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentor Approved

Drills took forever, and a seemingly never-ending combination of going
/between/ to catch the sack of firestone you'd dropped left his shoulders
sore and his sympathy with the greenriders. Seneth dropped him off at his
weyr and the bronzerider took a moment just to sit and drink a cool glass of
water. A bath next, to wash off the stink of drills, then maybe a few
stretches before heading down to the kitchens for a pre-dinner snack.

There was a knock at the door, and F'lin started, realizing that he'd been
falling asleep where he sat. He rubbed his face, then stood and went to the
door. "Riven? What-- oh man, I _forgot_!"

The poor bronzerider looked exhausted. "If it's inconvenient, I can come
back another day," she said. "But you look like you might need some careful
attention."

"I won't say no," F'lin said, relieved that she would stay. "We just had a
long drill. Is it selfish of me to want to keep you here all night?"

She came into his weyr and smiled. Maybe he was getting figuring it out? "I
don't have anywhere to be, so it could be arranged. I had the dawn shift."

The bronzerider shook his head. "Healers are crazy. Dawn!?"

"I go where the schedule puts me. Don't you like dawn, though? I imagine
watching the sun creep over the horizon while a-dragonback would be
gorgeous." She took a moment to sigh dreamily.

Then she shook her head and she pointed him at the bed. "Lie down and take
off your shirt."

The bronzerider stripped off his shirt where he stood, revealing a
well-toned abdomen and a flat-planed chest lightly fuzzed with hair. He
tossed the shirt into a corner and beckoned Riven into his bedroom. "Sorry
about the mess. I'd intended to tidy up a bit but it slipped my mind," he
said sheepishly. "If you'd rather go outside, though, I can drag the
mattress onto Seneth's ledge."

"It's fine," she said, taking a moment to admire the sight. She had to
wonder if she'd look like that, had she ever Impressed - something about
riding and drilling did nice things to a body. "I don't want to put you to
the extra trouble. Besides, I've definitely seen worse."

He smiled and shrugged his shoulders, causing a nice ripple of muscle down
his abdomen. "Well.. sorry anyway. And I _am_ glad you're here," he said,
pushing a quilt onto the floor and lying face down on the bed. "Healers
don't usually do personal visits, so I'm glad I met you."

She removed her shoes, realizing she should have done it earlier, and pulled
the jar of cream from her pouch of ingredients. "I live at your beck and
call," she quipped.

She rubbed it between her fingers to warm it up before applying it to his
back. "Anywhere sore I should concentrate on, or should I make this fun but
relaxing?"

"Fun and relaxing," F'lin replied, his eyes closed. "I'm not broken. Just
sore."

"That's easy enough to take care of." She started with long strokes down his
back. "Not too cold?"

"Not at all." Her hands were cool, but it was pleasant after the heat of the
day, and F'lin knew Riven's fingers would heat up soon enough. The cream
smelled good, too-- vaguely minty, with undertones of something bitter he
couldn't identify.

Once she felt his muscles start to smooth out, she switched to slightly
harder rubbing on the knotted areas. "You know what I remembered the other
day? One time when I snuck out to try to check out Vilarth's eggs." She
sighed just a little.

"Yeah?" F'lin asked.

"I know, me, a troublemaker? And then M'galec nearly caught us and then
Abrei promoted me and then I stopped Standing." There was a hint of regret
in her tone. She turned for a moment to look to see if Seneth was around.

"Yeah, but you like being a healer," he said. "You're certainly good at it."

"Talented, magical hands?" She wiggled her eyebrows, then realized he couldn't
see it. She deliberately ran her hands down his back and tapped a finger
against his hipbone.

F'lin yelped and twisted to give her a mock-glare. "Careful, or I'll take it
back."

She didn't want him to take the compliment back, but the compliment made her
stomach twist. Since she didn't know what to say, impulsively, she leaned
down and brushed her lips against his.

The bronzerider blinked. She'd kissed him. It was the last thing he'd been
expecting, and yet it felt pretty good. Pretty... right. He rolled onto his
knees and turned to face her. She looked-- unsure, the smile he liked so
much missing. And there was an easy way to fix that. F'lin cupped her face
in his hands and moved to kiss her back, watching the way her blue eyes
widened slightly and the way the light played off the golden colour of her
skin before their lips touched.

She'd been a little nervous; maybe her hints had been too small, or maybe
F'lin just wasn't interested - but he didn't seem to mind that she'd kissed
him. When his hands touched her face, she knew she'd been wrong, and when he
kissed her back she melted against him. F'lin was solid and comforting, and
she shifted against him as she deepened the kiss.

The bronzerider let his hands slide down her neck to the curve of her back.
"That's better," he said after a moment.

She took a second to push the little jar away so they wouldn't crush it.
"Realizing my nefarious intent?"

"Nefarious. You?" F'lin arched an eyebrow. "That wouldn't be the word I'd
use to describe you."

"Maybe not always, but right now I'd say I have some pretty wicked plans."

Wicked plans... he liked the sound of that. He kissed her neck, then
whispered in her ear, "Then convince me."

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