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19.Apr.15, 08:22 AM
R’nya had not associated flights with good experiences for a long time. That was not to say he had not had enjoyable ones upon occasion, to say otherwise would be quite dishonest. Rather, R’nya simply found them to be distasteful. He didn’t particularly enjoy losing himself and waking up to find someone he didn’t expect or wasn’t interested in being associated with in that way.
Finding himself beside Rhaedalyn post-flight was rather bitter-sweet to the bronzerider. While their last flight had certainly been painted a disaster by R’nya – he had been quick to flee that scene before it got worse – he was pleased the sweet woman was disinclined to send him packing this round. Nibbling his way along her jawbone, and breathing warm breath over her ear, R’nya rejoiced in dragonflight and the remaining dragon-lust that he presumed was what kept the goldrider in his lap. One arm moved slowly, allowing R’nya to caress down Rhaedalyn’s side and along the length of her thigh, stopping at her knee where he massaged gently.
All motion paused as Rhaedalyn pulled away enough to speak, pale eyes watching warily at first before relaxing as she smiled before speaking. Rhaedalyn was not the type to be cruel and R’nya knew enough about the girl to know that while her smiles could be nervous, they would never be a shield to nastiness – he was quite sure there was not an ounce of dirt in Rhaedalyn’s entire being. His eyes widened at her words, breath catching for a moment.
R’nya’s hand travelled gently back up Rhaedalyn’s thigh, stopping teasingly close he caressed the inside of her thigh with little sweeps of his thumb. His other hand gently tilted Rhaedalyn’s chin so he could be sure she was meeting his gaze in the darkness, voice a low murmur. “I’m not much for leading, love,” his voice held the soft smile that did not quite touch his lips. “I prefer my partner at my side.” Determined not to let Rhaedalyn puzzle over those words in that moment, R’nya stole her lips in a kiss, and carefully pressed her back to the mattress.
It was time to put some of his more interesting learnings from his trips North into practise. The bronzerider had never considered himself much of a lover, but one young woman in the North had done wonders for expanding his horizons, though her name and face were both far from his thoughts in those moments. Rhaedalyn was a shining centrepiece of his life, and R’nya hoped that someday he might have what it takes to tell the wonderful young woman just what she meant to him. In the meantime, he was going to take every glorious flight their dragons gave them.
Finding himself beside Rhaedalyn post-flight was rather bitter-sweet to the bronzerider. While their last flight had certainly been painted a disaster by R’nya – he had been quick to flee that scene before it got worse – he was pleased the sweet woman was disinclined to send him packing this round. Nibbling his way along her jawbone, and breathing warm breath over her ear, R’nya rejoiced in dragonflight and the remaining dragon-lust that he presumed was what kept the goldrider in his lap. One arm moved slowly, allowing R’nya to caress down Rhaedalyn’s side and along the length of her thigh, stopping at her knee where he massaged gently.
All motion paused as Rhaedalyn pulled away enough to speak, pale eyes watching warily at first before relaxing as she smiled before speaking. Rhaedalyn was not the type to be cruel and R’nya knew enough about the girl to know that while her smiles could be nervous, they would never be a shield to nastiness – he was quite sure there was not an ounce of dirt in Rhaedalyn’s entire being. His eyes widened at her words, breath catching for a moment.
R’nya’s hand travelled gently back up Rhaedalyn’s thigh, stopping teasingly close he caressed the inside of her thigh with little sweeps of his thumb. His other hand gently tilted Rhaedalyn’s chin so he could be sure she was meeting his gaze in the darkness, voice a low murmur. “I’m not much for leading, love,” his voice held the soft smile that did not quite touch his lips. “I prefer my partner at my side.” Determined not to let Rhaedalyn puzzle over those words in that moment, R’nya stole her lips in a kiss, and carefully pressed her back to the mattress.
It was time to put some of his more interesting learnings from his trips North into practise. The bronzerider had never considered himself much of a lover, but one young woman in the North had done wonders for expanding his horizons, though her name and face were both far from his thoughts in those moments. Rhaedalyn was a shining centrepiece of his life, and R’nya hoped that someday he might have what it takes to tell the wonderful young woman just what she meant to him. In the meantime, he was going to take every glorious flight their dragons gave them.
