Post by Hiko on Jan 6, 2018 14:22:48 GMT -5
Talera laid awake, A'dion's hand at her breast in peaceful slumber. As usual, she could not sleep. There were too many thoughts jumbling together in her head, and Aerroth's broodiness on the sands was not helping her mood at all.
Shirking out from under the blanket and A'dion's grasp, she slipped out of the bed and wrapped a velvet robe about her bare form.
She knew what needed to happen, but it was a difficult path to take. Wrapping her arms about her frame, she shivered in the cool dark of the evening. They had agreed to a casual affair, despite A'dion's claim to monogamy for weyrmates, when things had started. But Aerroth continued to choose Zevranth, and things had started to feel cemented. Talaria had become a distant thought for the bronze rider, and Talera herself had felt content.
But it was obvious the man's eyes wandered. Other green riders, other weyrgirls, even the other gold riders – it was as if she bored him.
Well, she might bore him. She might not. But she would need to talk to him. Shaking her head, she chuckled, feeling A'dion's hands suddenly at her shoulders.
“What's so funny, dear one?” he asked, breathing into her ear before giving the lobe a soft nip.
“This,” she replied, turning in his embrace. “Us. You tire of me, I fear.”
“Of you?” he laughed and encircled her waist in his arms. “Never.”
“Perhaps not completely, true, but you wander.”
“I haven't betrayed-”
“I don't mean to say that you have, merely that you want to.”
“I-Ah.” He broke away from her then, rubbing the back of his head and looking far too much like a reprimanded child. “Talera, I won't deny it was easier before Zevranth caught Aerroth again.”
“We never had to make this monogamous,” she replied.
“But we did, and I never break a promise.” He paced, and in the dim light of the glows, she watched him.
Leaning against the cool walls of the weyr, she chuckled again. “You look like a feline on the prowl.”
“Are you the prey, then?”
“Merely an observer. You're unhappy with just me.”
“I never said that,” he turned, and she could see him in full form, well-muscled and full of vigor.
“You never had to, my love,” she closed the distance between them and let the robe fall. “But I hate to think that I'm playing the content canine, while you the predatory cat.”
He pulled her close, and she felt the heat of his chest. “Is there no way to make this work? I could-”
“Be miserable for my sake, or me for yours?” Talera slipped her arms around the man's shoulders. “No.”
“Then this is it? Should I keep Zevranth away when Aerroth rises?” He let his chin rest on her shoulder.
Sighing, she rested her cheek against him. “They should be allowed to continue their affections. I won't begrudge my queen, and you shouldn't your bronze. But, yes, I think this is, if we are both to be happy.”
“One last night, then.” He pressed against her.
“One last night. And in the morning?” she breathed the question as he lifted her in his arms and brought them back to the bed.
“I'll be out of the weyr.”
Shirking out from under the blanket and A'dion's grasp, she slipped out of the bed and wrapped a velvet robe about her bare form.
She knew what needed to happen, but it was a difficult path to take. Wrapping her arms about her frame, she shivered in the cool dark of the evening. They had agreed to a casual affair, despite A'dion's claim to monogamy for weyrmates, when things had started. But Aerroth continued to choose Zevranth, and things had started to feel cemented. Talaria had become a distant thought for the bronze rider, and Talera herself had felt content.
But it was obvious the man's eyes wandered. Other green riders, other weyrgirls, even the other gold riders – it was as if she bored him.
Well, she might bore him. She might not. But she would need to talk to him. Shaking her head, she chuckled, feeling A'dion's hands suddenly at her shoulders.
“What's so funny, dear one?” he asked, breathing into her ear before giving the lobe a soft nip.
“This,” she replied, turning in his embrace. “Us. You tire of me, I fear.”
“Of you?” he laughed and encircled her waist in his arms. “Never.”
“Perhaps not completely, true, but you wander.”
“I haven't betrayed-”
“I don't mean to say that you have, merely that you want to.”
“I-Ah.” He broke away from her then, rubbing the back of his head and looking far too much like a reprimanded child. “Talera, I won't deny it was easier before Zevranth caught Aerroth again.”
“We never had to make this monogamous,” she replied.
“But we did, and I never break a promise.” He paced, and in the dim light of the glows, she watched him.
Leaning against the cool walls of the weyr, she chuckled again. “You look like a feline on the prowl.”
“Are you the prey, then?”
“Merely an observer. You're unhappy with just me.”
“I never said that,” he turned, and she could see him in full form, well-muscled and full of vigor.
“You never had to, my love,” she closed the distance between them and let the robe fall. “But I hate to think that I'm playing the content canine, while you the predatory cat.”
He pulled her close, and she felt the heat of his chest. “Is there no way to make this work? I could-”
“Be miserable for my sake, or me for yours?” Talera slipped her arms around the man's shoulders. “No.”
“Then this is it? Should I keep Zevranth away when Aerroth rises?” He let his chin rest on her shoulder.
Sighing, she rested her cheek against him. “They should be allowed to continue their affections. I won't begrudge my queen, and you shouldn't your bronze. But, yes, I think this is, if we are both to be happy.”
“One last night, then.” He pressed against her.
“One last night. And in the morning?” she breathed the question as he lifted her in his arms and brought them back to the bed.
“I'll be out of the weyr.”