Getting Started (PG-17)

Writers: Heather, Miriah
Date Posted: 24th July 2014

Characters: K'lvin, Bahji
Description: Bahji and K'lvin heal some wounds
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 8, day 10 of Turn 7
Rating: PG-17

_Their_ weyr. That was going to take some getting used to. Bahji
listened to the kettle steam as she carefully measured the right
amount of herbs into the cloth bag. She felt, more than heard K'lvin
behind her and hid a smile. She had no doubt he was ready for her to
down to hot beverage. She wouldn't be surprised if she'd lose her
clothing the instant the tea was done. Not that she would mind,
however. The kettle piped and moving carefully, she poured her hot
water over the tea bag and put the kettle back on the stove.

K'lvin had changed in to more comfortable clothing after showing Bahji
where the tea kettle and warmer were located. He wore nothing but a
pair of linen pants that he often wore in the privacy of his weyr.
Seeing her there in his weyr doing something so normal made him
inexplicably happy. He was sure he had not been this happy or content
when he had been weyrmated to Kylena's mother.

After making the bed and picking up anything he was afraid Bahji might
trip over, he walked back over to where she stood at the tea kettle,
"Those smell... Interesting. How do they taste?"

She sniffed the tea, then dunked the bag several times. "It smells
flowery." She took a cautious sip. "Tastes about the same. Minty and
flowery." She waited for the tea to seep a little further and with her
fingers, searched for any possible spills on the counter. She was
satisfied when she found none. She turned and slightly to pick the cup
back up and faced K'lvin. She'd already asked him a few more times if
this was what he wanted; it was still hard to believe. There really
wasn't a ceremony or anything at the weyr. It was just...done.

"K'lvin..." She sipped her tea. "how does weyrmating work? I mean,
I've never really lived with anyone and shared a bed every night or
well...any of it, really. " She took another sip, careful not to burn
her mouth on the hot water.

"That is the beauty of weyrmating- it can be whatever we want it to
be. There are some weyrmates who treat it like a marriage, with the
same rules and conventions. And then there are some who live together,
call each other weyrmates but still date and see other people." K'lvin
shrugged. When he had been weyrmated to Cylena she had wanted
something exclusive. "So what do you think?"

Taking a moment to consider that, Bahji sipped her tea and her brow
furrowed. "I think, for me, I don't want to share a bed with anyone
else." She never wanted insults flung at her again for one, but also,
she simply didn't want to. She took another sip. "I just want to be
yours." She shifted on her feet. "I know you'll have to because of
mating flights and that's okay."

"Yes, there are mating flights." He agreed, "But Xmrenth doesn't win
often," there was a disgruntled rumble from the weyrcouch, "so we at
least get to enjoy those loser-feelings together." He chuckled a bit
as he watched her sip her tea. He was glad that she only wanted to be
with him because he didn't want to share.

That brought a smile. "Unless you get pulled in by a moth." She
finished her tea and set it aside. "Who knows, you may be Weyrleader
next time Orlaith rises." She took a deep breath stretched out a hand,
her fingers finding his chest. Discovering that it was bare, she took
another step forward and laid her head against his chest. He always
smelled good. "But I do want your word on something, K'lvin."

He wanted to tell her that he had more than enough self control to
come by home to her and avoid the flight moths, but her last sentence
caught his attention, "Anything." He promised.

"Don't ever make a decision for me again. If something has to be done,
we'll talk about it first." Her hands went to his waist, holding him
lightly. "I couldn't bear the pain of it again. Please."

"I promise." He said, his voice gravelly and deep as he wrapped his
arms around her in return and gave her a light squeeze. K'lvin didn't
say it but there was almost nothing that he wouldn't do for her if she
asked.

She nodded against his chest and relaxed as she snuggled up to him.
With her head on his chest, she could hear the dull thump of his heart
and every breath he took. It was soothing; it would probably be so
easy to sleep listening to that every night. She smiled at the thought
and then wrapped her arms around him. "So...I've taken the tea."

"It works that quickly does it?" K'lvin said, although there was a
tease in his voice as his hands slid down her sides.

She smiled against his chest. "Probably not, but I did take them." She
nuzzled his chest and sighed. "And we should celebrate." She kissed
the warm skin against her lips and wiggled closer. "Don't you think?"

K'lvin's resolve was already weak and he felt the rest of it melt away
as she wiggled against him, "You don't have to convince me." His
fingers traveled to ye buttons of her shirt. "And so you know, should
you feel the need to sleep naked to escape the heat of the night...
You'll hear no argument from me." He grinned.

That brought a soft laugh. It wasn't quite the giggle that she would
have had before, but it was close. "Sleeping naked? But you might
decide to have your way with me in the middle of the night. I'll have
no defense." Her hands danced down his chest to the waistline of his
linen trousers. Feeling daring, she slipped her hand inside.

K'lvin's had opened his mouth to speak but at Bahji's touch all good
sense flew from his brain, "Ah..." What had he been saying? Sleeping
naked, that's right. "A-as I said, no argument there." His fingers
tightened their hold on her waist.

She stepped away from him and then took another step back. Lifting her
chin, she untied the laces at her neck and waist. The skirt pooled
down to her ankles and as she stepped out of it, she shrugged out of
her top allowing it to drop to her feet as well. Pale skin glinted in
the dim light and now only wearing brief underclothes, she tilted her
head. "How about being naked now?"

"I like the way you think...weyrmate." His voice was almost a growl as
he advanced on her and hooked an arm around her slender waistline.
With ease he lifted her and brought her down onto the bed beneath him
as his lips assaulted hers, his fingers pulling down the remaining
bits of fabric left between them.

Underneath his weight and warmth, Bahji gave a contented sigh. Her
mouth answered his in her own eagerness, hands sliding down his sides
then moved to knead at the muscles in his back. On leg lifted to drape
around his hips, the ball of her foot sliding against his legs. She
tilted her hips upward to help slide off her underthings, then kicked
them off, flinging them away. Before they'd been passionate, but there
hadn't been this consuming hunger; perhaps it was making up for the
time spent apart, or healing from both of their wounds. Whatever it
was, Bahji welcomed it.

His lips left hers long enough to resettle on her nose, "This is
mine," his lips settled on her collarbone, "and this," he fingers
danced along the swell of her breasts, "mmm, yes, these are definitely
mine," his lips descended to replace his fingers as he continued to
move lower.

K'lvin was awarded with soft gasps of pleasure as his lips trailed
downward and Bahji's fingers wound gently into his hair. Her back
arched in encouragement, her eyes fluttered closed and she nodded in
response. "Yes. Yours. All yours."

K'lvin's kisses trailed all the way down her body. Over her abdomen,
the dip of each hip, the milky inside of each thigh, down her knees
and stopping at the insides of her ankles. Yes, he coveted every inch
of his weyrmate. Laid out beneath him, freely giving herself to him,
he did not think he had ever seen her look so beautiful.

"You're amazing, you know."

The slow kisses had turned her need from a firey hunger to a slow
burn; she relished each placement of his lips on her. With soft sighs
she arched under his mouth, hands trying to follow his lips travels
but eventually had to wind into the furs as she simply _felt_. She had
never felt so cherished and so adored as she did at this moment. "So
are you." Her voice was husky with emotion. "I love you. I love that
you can make me feel so wonderful."

K'lvin smiled and hovered over her for a moment, his lips near her ear
as his hips settle between her thighs, "And we're just getting
started." The promise in his voice said that there would be many more
wonderful things to come.

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