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 Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2017 5:12 am
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Snuggled up to a large, warm form, A'ral was only dimly aware of images flashing through his mind. A Gold Flight... followed by...
Had Zinath risen? He could not quite recall the details, only that he'd ended up in bed with R'mor, their dragons curled about one another. And while that was practically business as usual, he couldn't put it all together. The timeline seemed confused, blurred. As blurred as the rider himself.
Still, the memories that dared to intrude upon his comfortable rest were of passion, lust, and... Zinath's reproach? The Green certainly had shared her mate with any number of queens, but perhaps she'd been close to rising herself, and had felt especially aggrieved. For whatever reason, he couldn't put the pieces together. Did it matter?
What mattered was that he was curled up in bed with his love, and intended to stay precisely there. Comfortable, sated, and quite tiredly pleased. There was very little that could make him happier than spending the early morning hours wrapped in R'mor's embrace.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2018 2:57 pm
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It had been a wild night. R'mor had been working late, and when Vimiath had gone up, her lust had hit the Weyr hard. Though he had tried to focus, and though Junenth had not risen to chase, things got blurry fast. Paperwork and late night memo writing had suddenly turned into kissing and, well, other things. He didn't remember A'ral coming in, he didn't remember moving from his office to his bed, but he did remember a blur of passion, lust, and desire. It had overwhelmed the Weyrleader, coupled only by Junenth's passion. If Zinath had gone up after Vimiath, he could hardly tell or remember; what he did know, though, was that he felt thoroughly satisfied, and was more than pleased to find A'ral curled up in his arms.
The bronze rider shifted his position, though he kept the other well within his arm. He leaned down to kiss the man's hair, then his forehead, before re-settling into his pillow. He didn't wish to wake the other if he was not yet awake, and yet, R'mor wasn't quite ready to drift back into sleep's embrace. Junenth? He reached out gently to touch the mind of his lifemate, only to find the bronze in his own deep sleep curled around Zinath.
His hands caressed the man that slept against him, even as R'mor tried to lull his thoughts. If he got up, he risked waking A'ral... and honestly, he was quite content to simply lounge and soak up the moment. The Weyr would be stirring soon enough, and both men would have to return to their duties. With Vimiath having been caught by -- well, he didn't know who, but someone -- a clutch would well be on its way soon. |
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