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15.Jul.13, 12:15 PM
She was trembling from head to toe, caught up in the thrill of pure desire as warm hands held her tight against a willing body and delicious lips were hers for the taking - and for a while, Indivara forgot that there was no dragon lust involved as her fingers twined through Ryvian's wet hair, and she drew herself as close to him as she could with a provocative twist of her hips as he shifted her, and himself, before dancing on the spot with indecision. Indivara didn't care where he went, but her arms and legs locked tighter at the unsettling swaying, vaguely aware that they could both end up under the water if he lost his balance.
Then he was sitting, and she rearranged her legs, a wanton moan whispering from her lips to his when the movement caused friction - while pointedly reminding the girl of the layers of clothing she was still doused in. Her hands left their eager wandering if the young man's chest to start on the laces at her shirt front, only to fall into stillness when he pulled away, breaking the kiss. Hazy, lust drowned blue eyes stared at Ryvian. In part, the expression was born of surprise, not expecting to see the young man before (and under) her. The sudden recognition alone made the girl notably skittish; the few seconds of pause as Ryvian seemed to consider how to proceed, or even if he should, were an eternity to the young woman who immediately assumed that like herself, he'd just realised what was happenings and with whom.
Terror flashed through her, washing away the lust and changing the trembling from desire to fear as she stared at Ryvian, convinced the young man was about to start puking on the spot or throw her across the bath so he could flee in terror. Her shirt was half undone, and while it showed no new details, Indivara suddenly felt as if every one of the scars located there was on eye catching display; something no one but Talian and a handful of dragon-drunk riders had ever seen and certainly not something she had ever let her friends see.
So much negative emotion, in a fraction of a moment, was sent swirling into confusion as the young man stole her lips for another kiss and Indivara fell into him. The simple question - 'why?' - swirled continually in her mind before Indivara banished it by grinding against Ryvian almost desperately. The functional part if her wanted to know why, wanted to stop, wanted to flee before she gave him all the ammunition he would ever need to mock her for an eternity, to laugh at her and destroy her. But her body didn't care what the mind wanted; it had been so long, so very long! The girl knew her sex life had been put on hold by Talian's stick-in-the-mud I'm-a-prude attitude. There had been a six involved (she remembered that, because 'sex' and 'sucks' sounded so similar!) but couldn't remember more. It was more than six hours, but less than six months. Six days sounded good. Six days would be fine. Right?
With lips still locked to Ryvian's, Indivara's hands trailed down his chest slowly, playing over nipples and then the subtle tone of muscles before ending their journey between their legs, touch gentle on hot skin. The moan that left her lips was far more of a plea. She'd forgotten about the events if the morning, of her intent to make Ryvian feel better about his twin impressing while he (they!) were left behind. She'd forgotten he wasn't drunk on flight lust, that he was a friend she'd grown up with, someone she'd never actively viewed as a someone to sleep with; while she had always played along with his flirting she had never looked close enough to find him attractive. Oh, she knew the twins were lookers, that was just common sense, but he had never been a serious option.
Just like she knew there was nothing attractive about herself, and he had never been serious in his playful advances, and she'd be making up all types if scenarios to explain the young man's clear desire of that moment; his fire lizard was chasing and egging him on; he was as desperate as she was, albeit for a way to forget; Krypth was flying and no one had told them. Something. Anything, because the hometown fact that he might actually be genuine in his attraction was certainly not something that crossed Indivara's mind on her own initiative.
Then he was sitting, and she rearranged her legs, a wanton moan whispering from her lips to his when the movement caused friction - while pointedly reminding the girl of the layers of clothing she was still doused in. Her hands left their eager wandering if the young man's chest to start on the laces at her shirt front, only to fall into stillness when he pulled away, breaking the kiss. Hazy, lust drowned blue eyes stared at Ryvian. In part, the expression was born of surprise, not expecting to see the young man before (and under) her. The sudden recognition alone made the girl notably skittish; the few seconds of pause as Ryvian seemed to consider how to proceed, or even if he should, were an eternity to the young woman who immediately assumed that like herself, he'd just realised what was happenings and with whom.
Terror flashed through her, washing away the lust and changing the trembling from desire to fear as she stared at Ryvian, convinced the young man was about to start puking on the spot or throw her across the bath so he could flee in terror. Her shirt was half undone, and while it showed no new details, Indivara suddenly felt as if every one of the scars located there was on eye catching display; something no one but Talian and a handful of dragon-drunk riders had ever seen and certainly not something she had ever let her friends see.
So much negative emotion, in a fraction of a moment, was sent swirling into confusion as the young man stole her lips for another kiss and Indivara fell into him. The simple question - 'why?' - swirled continually in her mind before Indivara banished it by grinding against Ryvian almost desperately. The functional part if her wanted to know why, wanted to stop, wanted to flee before she gave him all the ammunition he would ever need to mock her for an eternity, to laugh at her and destroy her. But her body didn't care what the mind wanted; it had been so long, so very long! The girl knew her sex life had been put on hold by Talian's stick-in-the-mud I'm-a-prude attitude. There had been a six involved (she remembered that, because 'sex' and 'sucks' sounded so similar!) but couldn't remember more. It was more than six hours, but less than six months. Six days sounded good. Six days would be fine. Right?
With lips still locked to Ryvian's, Indivara's hands trailed down his chest slowly, playing over nipples and then the subtle tone of muscles before ending their journey between their legs, touch gentle on hot skin. The moan that left her lips was far more of a plea. She'd forgotten about the events if the morning, of her intent to make Ryvian feel better about his twin impressing while he (they!) were left behind. She'd forgotten he wasn't drunk on flight lust, that he was a friend she'd grown up with, someone she'd never actively viewed as a someone to sleep with; while she had always played along with his flirting she had never looked close enough to find him attractive. Oh, she knew the twins were lookers, that was just common sense, but he had never been a serious option.
Just like she knew there was nothing attractive about herself, and he had never been serious in his playful advances, and she'd be making up all types if scenarios to explain the young man's clear desire of that moment; his fire lizard was chasing and egging him on; he was as desperate as she was, albeit for a way to forget; Krypth was flying and no one had told them. Something. Anything, because the hometown fact that he might actually be genuine in his attraction was certainly not something that crossed Indivara's mind on her own initiative.
