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22.Jun.20, 12:43 PM
Generally speaking, August was not shy but there was something about R'vi that made her so. Small blushes and heated skin as he led her out on to the dance floor. The first song and dance was a simple affair, something not too decadent and nothing that would offend the sensibilities of the holders around them. It was funny how she'd begun to think of herself less holder and more of the weyr the longer she lived at Fort Weyr. She was grinning when the song came to an end, thinking that was it for them but R'vi proved her wrong.
Lips opened on a quiet gasp and her eyes widened while cheeks flushed when he pulled her close. She swallowed when he whispered in her ear, the action causing a shiver to pebble her skin. And then he was twirling her away. It occurred to her when he reeled her back to him that August may have bitten off far more than she could chew, but she was in it now and there was no backing out. He'd rose to her challenge and now she had to do the same.
She laughed when he spoke of the voice in his head. She couldn't wait for the time when she had the same problem, something she was finding more and more true every day. "August," she said as she clung to him through the dance, "The voice in your head is welcome to it as well." She moved through the steps with him, the music swaying her body with his as she pressed against him. How many dances could she get out of him before August's own libido got the best of her? One or two more she was certain before her skin heated too much and she stuck tongue down his throat then and there.
Lips opened on a quiet gasp and her eyes widened while cheeks flushed when he pulled her close. She swallowed when he whispered in her ear, the action causing a shiver to pebble her skin. And then he was twirling her away. It occurred to her when he reeled her back to him that August may have bitten off far more than she could chew, but she was in it now and there was no backing out. He'd rose to her challenge and now she had to do the same.
She laughed when he spoke of the voice in his head. She couldn't wait for the time when she had the same problem, something she was finding more and more true every day. "August," she said as she clung to him through the dance, "The voice in your head is welcome to it as well." She moved through the steps with him, the music swaying her body with his as she pressed against him. How many dances could she get out of him before August's own libido got the best of her? One or two more she was certain before her skin heated too much and she stuck tongue down his throat then and there.
