A Fueled Fling? [Tag: A'dion]

[Hiko]

Well, that had been interesting, Talera thought as she laid sprawled in the bed of the what-had-been empty weyr before she and whoever was in the bed with her had ransacked it.
Speaking of, she wondered, who had won the flight?
Talera swallowed, hoping it hadn't been A'zael. She disliked the thought of one dragon flying too many golds in a season. Chalk it up to having too keen an interest in bloodlines, but something about the idea unnerved the queen rider.

She glanced over, , eyes lingering on the bits of muscled flesh that poked out from the scattered sheets under which they laid. Well-formed, so the woman couldn't complain on that front (or any other, with as exhausted as she felt, thank you, dragonlust).
Hm.
Couldn't see his face from her angle in the bed.

Talera sat up bare-chested, not of sound enough mind to consider wrapping part of the sheet about her for modesty's sake. And, even if she had, what was the point of modesty now? She grinned, eyeing the man.
“A'dion? What a pleasant surprise.”
And it was. The man might have a reputation – something even Talera was vaguely aware of even in her short time within the Weyr – but shells if he wasn't attractive.
“So,” she offered with a soft laugh, “enjoy yourself?”

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A'dion felt the bed shift, and he grumbled dramatically about how the world was against him for not letting him sleep, Faranth damnit. But oh, that voice. That melodic voice.. something he wasn't used to hearing in the morning. Hell, the last flight Zev had won, the damn Green had promptly told him she hated him, and her rider had fled before even talking to him. Loving someone could only go so far if they didn't love you back. And if they did, they had a shelluva way of showing it. So he opened his eyes, and eyed the Junior Weyrwoman.. Talera, that was her name.

Aerroth was amazing, just so you know. A'dion couldn't fight the grin as he sat up, leaning to push his lips against Talera's neck,

"Mm, more than you know, beautiful. Did you? Given that you've not run from the Weyr makes me think you at least enjoyed some of it.." He kissed her neck again. She smelled good.. not a rare thing for him to encounter, but eh.

[Hiko]

Talera shivered at the feel of A'dion's lips against the bare flesh of her neck. She didn't bother to stamp out the little groan of pleasure at the sensation, and the woman doubted it was a residual effect from the flight. Instead, she scooted closer to the man, so as to lean against him.

“Mmm, I can't complain. Not too shoddy for her maiden flight, I think,” the weyrwoman offered another small chuckle at the statement, only bothering for a moment to touch the mind of the queen nearby. Aerroth was more than pleased with the situation; there was a good bronze near to her, and the man that rode him was flattering her rider. What could be better? Now if only Talera would leave her to converse with the dragon she'd chosen...

Talera gave the slightest of stretches, so as not to disturb her placement next to A'dion. She realized then how tense her body had been for what was likely weeks. When was the last time she'd taken a break? She couldn't recall.
“It is nice to have some downtime, and if I'm in the company of a horribly handsome flatterer, who am I to say no?” A pause, and then she gave the bronze rider a humored, half-cocked stare. “How are you at neck rubs?”

Aerroth stretched out her wings and settled them again in a lazy fashion. With her muzzle along her forepaws, the gold looked to Zevranth, blue whirls within the facets of her eyes.
Why, hello there, she offered, contentment clear in her thoughts, You offered quite the chase, Zevranth. I- Aerroth faltered for words with another dragon for the first time in her life. What was correct protocol in such dealings? I don't know whether I should thank you or congratulate you, I'm afraid.

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A'dion smirked as she cuddled against him, and hooked his right arm around her, the other keeping him upright. He rained more kisses on her neck and shoulder, large hand stroking down her spine slowly.

"Downtime is always good.. and, I am phenomenal at neck rubs." Adjusting himself, he slid the hand on her back up to slowly massage at her neck and shoulders, leaning his head back to grin at her,

"How's this?"

Zevranth lowered his head to touch his muzzle to hers, crooning quietly and making his way behind her. Settling down, he rested his neck over hers and exhaled a deep sigh. Her words warmed him, and he let her feel the rumble in his chest,

Hello there, My Queen. You need not do either. All I ask is that you not yell and berate me for catching you in Flight. You were spectacular, by the way; I am glad you chose me. He shifted a bit closer and rested his head against hers, cheek to cheek.

[Hiko]

Talera surprised herself at the moan that escaped her throat at the first kink being worked out of her all-too-tense neck. She laughed at herself, but didn't move from under the man's ministrations. Eyes closed, the queen rider merely allowed herself to enjoy the feel of A'dion's large hands against her.
“Mm. You weren't lying, sir. Though, I might say “phenomenal” is downplaying your work a bit too much for my tastes. Extraordinary? No, that's still not good enough. Mmmm...”

Interrupting herself with another involuntary moan, Talera took a moment to compose herself, her hand trailing up and down A'dion's bare leg. “You know, a woman could get used to this sort of treatment – and, so you won't think I'm just in this for the perks, I plan on making up for all this... phenomenal work you're doing.”
A pause.
“Well,” she added with a wry grin, “maybe I am in it for the perks.”
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Her head snapping up in a gesture not too unlike a waterfowl's, Aerroth was dumbfounded at Zevranth's request. Dumbfounded, and frankly enraged.
What dragon in her right mind would refuse you after such a performance? My dear bronze, you needn't worry about such a thing. I have more class than that!
And with that, the gold rested her head atop Zevranth's, feeling all the more protective of her bronze.

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A'dion laughed gently at the moan he heard, and his response to her words was quite different than his usual response,

"My dear, if it means waking up to such a beauty, I'll gladly give you all the perks you desire." He kept his little massage up, slowly sliding it down her back to her hip, then back up to her neck. The Bronzer trailed kisses up her jawline then, kissing her throat,

"As for being phenomenal and extraordinary, well .. I tend to actually try when the woman is as beautiful as you." He leaned over her playfully, arm still wrapped around her back to keep her supported against him.

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Zevranth watched as she grew irate with the female green whose name he didn't remember. That triggered A'dion's memory, which brought the image of a dark haired girl and a deep green colored Dragon with perpetually red eyes. Her name escaped even A'dion, however, who was too busy thinking about the female in his arms. When Aerroth laid his head down upon him, he crooned to her again.

Your words flatter me, my Queen. Thank you. I believe Mine likes Yours as well, if you don't mind me saying.

[Hiko]

Talera gave a rather unladylike snort.
“There's that word again. “Beautiful.” I was under the impression you bronze riders needed a good eye. Clearly, I was mistaken~” she trailed in a sing-song tone, teasing. The gold rider was many things, but a ravishing beauty was not one of them – and she was content with that. Other women could have their looks. She had work and a reliable reputation.

“But,” she offered, feline's grin one her lips, “I suppose if you're going to be prone to such flattery, I will have to accept it – happily.” Talera wriggled herself onto A'dion's lap so that she could better face him, pleased with the company and conversation. It wasn't often that she was able to just enjoy herself. Granted, most of that as of her own doing, but the contented mood of the room was too nice for her to want to slip back into work just yet.
Besides, no one expected much of gold and bronze riders so soon after a flight; what would it hurt to relax for a few moments longer?

It is not flattery, my bronze. It is the truth, Aerroth replied, having composed herself into a sweeter tone. Whyever should I mind, Zevranth? She is a good woman. It would concern me more if he didn't enjoy her company. And if she should reciprocate, I can only encourage it~

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A'dion leaned back against the headboard of the bed, content with the woman on his lap. She wasn't as pretty as Talaria.. but Talera's personality was a helluva lot better than the Greenrider's. With Talaria, he was always tense, walking on eggshells and waiting to say the wrong thing at the right time or the right thing at the wrong time. With Talera he was able to actually grin and not be thought of as an arrogant Bronzer.

"I live to serve, my dear." He kissed her now, right hand curling around the side of her neck while the other held her hip against his.

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Zevranth rumbled some in a sort of dragon laugh, and sent her a few of his rider's emotions. Contentment, happiness, serenity.. something he rarely felt from A'dion these days,

Then I'd ask you and Yours to stay with me and Mine, because Mine is so unused to being needed. He gently moved his head from under Aerroth's, and gently licked between her horns, nuzzling her tenderly.

[Hiko]

Aerroth contemplated the merits of Zevranth's words, pleased at the care with which the bronze gave her. A headknob twitched at the sudden nuzzling, and the gold rubbed her muzzle gently against Zevranth's neck in response.
It is certainly something to think about, she replied, But I doubt I will be able to influence her greatly on the matter. My Talera is not one to take weyrmates lightly.

Talera, unaware that she was currently being compared to a green rider sharing the same first half of her name, leaned closer to A'dion, her bust pressed against A'dion's own chest. She hooked her arms about the man's shoulders and grinned. “Serve, hmm? Now, I've never been the sort to order others around. However...” she trailed, a hand coming back to his side to playfully tap her fingertips against his man's ribs, “I suspect you're not the type to take an order, anyway.”

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A'dion slid his fingertips against her arm, kissing the crook of her elbow as she leaned toward him,

"Ah, but orders are orders, my lady. Especially if they allow me to spend more time with you." He brushed his fingers against her chin now, down the swanlike curve of her throat,

"So tell me, Talera.. what orders would you give me, and we shall see if they are orders I would enjoy taking.."

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Zevranth said nothing else on the matter, simply content to nuzzle along her headknobs and her neck and back, his cheek pressing against her warm skin tenderly. Eventually he settled his head against hers again, licking her cheek and just going back to sleep.