Bedroom Etiquette (2) (PG-17)

Writers: Heather, Miriah
Date Posted: 4th March 2014

Characters: Saibra, J'ackt
Description: Saibra begins Jenackt's bedroom etiquette lessons
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 6, day 14 of Turn 7
Notes: To get the "Steamy" version of this post you'll have to head over to the Adult List ;)
Notes2: Plot approved by L1.
Mentioned: N'vanik, Cyradis, Saidrene, Vandor
Rating: PG-17

Saibra

J'ackt

Saibra drummed her fingers on the top of her table in her weyr. She
had one leg crossed casually over the other, a cup of klah sitting
before her. The Weyrwoman's Second had put a lot of thought into
Jenackt's lesson for that day, especially after she had held her
crying daughter while Saidrene had recounted the coupling-gone-wrong.
(as Saibra referred to it.)

She felt as if she had a good lesson lined up for Jenackt, and even
had cleared it with N'vanik first, just in case the Weyrleader had any
reservations about her teaching method. A part of Saibra wondered if
Jenackt would even show up since he had been suspiciously absent
around her since Panitath's flight.

He did not want to go into that office. He did not want to face Saibra
at all. The woman had power and even with Cyradis and N'vanik as
allies, it didn't mean Saibra couldn't made his life utterly miserable.
He blew out a slow breath, steeled himself for the inevitable torture
and stepped through the open door after knocking on the frame.

"Come in!" Saibra called, watching as the candidate entered the room.

She studied him in a way that she never really had before, not as a
teacher, but as a woman. **This might not be a bad lesson at all.**
She thought to herself, hiding a smirk behind her hand as she tapped a
finger to her lips, "Have a seat."

He cautiously stepped in, moving as though she was a dangerous predator
about to pounce before slowly sitting down. His gaze flicked longingly
to the door, feeling well and truly trapped.

He finally looked at the goldrider, saw her gaze and the feeling of
being prey intensified. Shards...Cyradis had said she wouldn't squash
him!

"Help yourself." She waved her hand to the klah pitcher and empty cup
on the table should he want anyway, "Today we'll work on the accepted
social etiquette between males and females in the Weyr... and that
mouth of yours. I've heard you've got quite the colorful vocabulary."

He blinked at Saibra and his shoulders relaxed, but only a fraction.
Had Saidrene not said anything? Maybe she was too embarrassed to speak
to her mother about it. Maybe he was safer than he thought. At a sudden
loss for words and filled with growing relief, he just nodded.

Saibra raised an eyebrow at his silence, "Nothing? No reaction? I
would have thought you would have balked at the idea of having to
clean up your language."

He eyed her. Could it be that she really didn't know? Had he been
worried for nothing? The tension in his shoulders began to ease more.
Shards...it looked like he _was_ safe. "There's nothing wrong with how
I talk.." he protested.

"Really? I have heard that you could match a sailor, word for word.
There's nothing wrong with colorful language, per se, but you do need
to be careful with how you use it and who you use it around. Ladies,
for example, don't usually care for such colorful words." She smirked
a bit, "Usually the rule of thumb is keep your curses to yourself."

Confidence back, Jenackt replied with a bite. "If they don't like the
way I talk, they can bloody well walk away. I don't really give a good
effing damn."

Saibra had to bite down a laugh as she shook her head, "It doesn't
really matter if you give an effin' damn, Jenackt, that's just the way
things are. I doubt you want to end up mucking stalls because people
are complaining about you and your mouth. I'm not saying you can never
curse just.... bring it down a few notches."

"Look, I work my arse off. I come to lessons _and_ these extra lessons
and in the infirmary with Vandor. I bloody well have next to no free
time to do anything but cram my head full of information and _then_
maybe I can sleep. I'd rather muck out stalls than change another inch.
I'm done changing."

That brought a spark to Saibra's eyes, "Why don't we cut a deal then?
You clean up your language, and I will teach you something worth
while."

"Faranth's flaming ass! I just told you my brain is full already!" He
stated at Saibra, frustrated.

Saibra rolled her eyes, "I'm talking about bedroom etiquette,
Jenackt. You think I don't know about you and Saidrene? You clean up
your language and I'll teach you what to do with a girl when you're
between the sheets." Another lifted eyebrow heralded her invitation.

His jaw immediately dropped and his face flushed a bright crimson. He
gaped at her like a fish, stunned and completely speechless. He
honestly did not know how to reply to that, or what exactly she meant.
How exactly would she teach him...his eyes widened. "Hunh?"

Her foot drifted up his leg, rubbing sensually, "Is that a yes?" Her
blue eyes held him in place as she waited for an answer.

His gaze slid down to her foot and his jaw finally closed with a
convulsive swallow. She was...this was not the reaction he had
expected...ever. And his body certainly was in all sorts of agreement
with her proposal. As a matter of fact, it was making a very obvious
point of his interest. His mouth went dry and his hormones began
clamoring desperately for a positive reply. "But..you're her
mother..you're a weyrwoman..." His voice was strained.

"I am," Saibra confirmed, "but I watched my daughter cry over a boy
she likes because he hurt her in his inexperience. You don't want that
to happen again do you?" She stood, "I also don't make it a habit of
telling my daughter about my sex life," she winked, "so we'll just
keep it between you and me, hm?" Saibra held her hand out toward
Jenackt.

"I didn't mean to..." Stunned and half guilted, he took her hand and rose.

She gave his hand a squeeze, "I know." Saibra led him through the weyr
and into a place where their lessons had never taken them before- her
bedroom.

Jenackt followed her silently into the bedroom and as he saw the bed,
his trousers grew even more uncomfortably tight. Was he really going
to do this? He looked at the goldrider and his hormones screamed that
yes, he most certainly was!

Saibra closed her bedroom door and for the first time since arriving
at Dolphin Cove she pulled the lock into place. Turning to Jenackt she
thought, again, that this lesson was certainly no chore. She might
have been some Turns older than Jenackt but she could quite clearly
see why he had a fan club of teenage girls growing.

"All women are different," she said, walking to him without breaking
contact, "for woman who like it slow and sweet, good kissing is always
the way to start it off." Sliding her hand up his arm, along his
shoulder, she nested her fingers in the back of his hair and brought
his face to hers for a slow, sensual kiss.

"And you like slow and sweet?" His voice was low as he swallowed, his
eyes following her as she drew closer. At first he was hesitant, but
following her lead he lifted his hands and slowly pulled her to him.
Instinct alone ruled the grip of her waist and he slid his hand up her
back to tangle in her hair.

Saibra smiled against his lips, "Sometimes I like fast and passionate
too, but we'll focus on one at a time." She drew back enough to begin
unbuttoning his tunic, one button at a time as she spoke, "Women like
it when you carefully undress them. Make them feel cherished."

Her fingertips brushed his skin and his skin prickled in response. So
unused to touch, the slightest brush of skin against his own was
electric and he inhaled sharply. He sucked in his lower lip, tasting
her on his lip and looked down to her fingers where his shirt was
beginning to gape open. He lifted his hand and slowly laced the top of
her tunic then slid his hands to her first button. "How?" He flicked
open the first button, licked his lips with anticipation and went for
the second.

"Just take your time, be thoughtful." She instructed, "Enjoy every
inch of the body you are exposing." Desire pooled in her stomach as
she watched him. With a smooth shrug of her shoulders she sent her
shirt fluttering to the floor once he was finished with the buttons.

She wasn't like Saidrene; she was fuller, rounder and more mature. But
Faranth's Blood... Jenackt shouldered off his own shirt, any doubts
about this 'lesson' disappearing entirely. He was her very willing
student. His hands lifted and flicking to her face to gauge her
reaction, cupped her breasts in a gentle grip.

A low groan escaped Saibra's mouth, her head tilted back. Hooking her
fingers into the waistband of Jenackt's pants she tugged him over to
the bed and pulled him down on top of her. Shards, she might be loathe
to end these lessons.

**Fade to Black**

Turning she pulled the blanket so that they were covered and then she
wiggled so that she was only partly beneath Jenackt, leaving one arm
free to shove a pillow beneath her head, "Mmmm, fast learner." She was
still catching her breath as she brushed Jenackt's bangs from his
eyes.

"Uhn." Jenackt could barely formulate a sentence, but one thing was
echoing in his pleasure addled mind. He had made a goldrider cry out
his name. He would have beaten his chest and roared at his
accomplishment, but as it was, he could barely move. Another thing
flicked through his mind. **Always ask the woman what makes her feel
good. That is a good idea. Always do that.**

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