20.Feb.22, 08:44 AM
“Really?” Her voice was husky with lust, and while she spoke the word as a question, it wasn’t really one. She beamed at N’lis with pride at his revelation, and wrapped her arms around his neck again, pressing her mouth eagerly to his in a playful reward for his words. “Fantasies are for fulfilling.” She told him serenely, lowering herself back down from her toes. She was used to reaching for kisses, since D’hys was several inches taller than the younger bluerider, but aside from that they were as different as night to day. M’quel let her hands slide down from around N’lis’ neck, gliding over his chest and stopping at his waist.
“I want to share,” M’quel said with a slight pout, as if that would change the size of the tub in N’lis’ weyr. To be fair, he was prone to under exaggerating things, so she had a feeling that ‘small’ would still be big enough for both of them. The people who had originally created the Weyrs had been generous with their creations, and M’quel was sure even a small bath in a small weyr would have to be more than serviceable. Otherwise, what was the point?
The invitation for a tour was met with a short shake of her head, and she smiled wryly. “Later.” After they were done ruining all the good a bath would do them, after they’d spent hours (and hours!) soiling his bedding with sweat and sex. She took his hand, twining their fingers again and smiled up at him brightly, waiting for him to lead the way to their shared pleasures, eyes sparkling with lust and delight.
“I want to share,” M’quel said with a slight pout, as if that would change the size of the tub in N’lis’ weyr. To be fair, he was prone to under exaggerating things, so she had a feeling that ‘small’ would still be big enough for both of them. The people who had originally created the Weyrs had been generous with their creations, and M’quel was sure even a small bath in a small weyr would have to be more than serviceable. Otherwise, what was the point?
The invitation for a tour was met with a short shake of her head, and she smiled wryly. “Later.” After they were done ruining all the good a bath would do them, after they’d spent hours (and hours!) soiling his bedding with sweat and sex. She took his hand, twining their fingers again and smiled up at him brightly, waiting for him to lead the way to their shared pleasures, eyes sparkling with lust and delight.