A Wish In The Night -- {V'ric / Ember}

Not the large stone caverns that Weyr people are used to, these are buildings built on the top of the cliff, sometimes referred to as the Weyr Cliff. These buildings are all the same size, with multiple apartments for dragonriders to live in in each building. Because of space constraints, dragons sleep in large pavilions built around the dragonrider apartments.
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Wed Mar 13, 2019 5:24 am

There was feeling in the air, a crackling sensation that seemed to ripple between them and build around the pair, culminating into a moment that everyone else saw coming a long time ago. Daela could feel it, both from her own heightened nerves and the flutter that overtook V'ric as he leaned in closer. Why wouldn't that smile leave her lips? Secret and coy just for him as they stepped in a little toward each other and even though she tried her best to wipe it away, the grin persisted.

The hand that reached up to cup her cheek was warm, it was gentle and loving, it was soft and yet rough in all the right places. She leaned into that touch, her cheek pressed against his palm and yet as much as she yearned to caress those knuckles, she couldn't bear moving her arm from his waist lest he slip away. "Dancer..." He whispered and sent a shiver down her spine, while at the same time she felt a deep pull from her insides, something telling her exactly what was coming next.

He leaned in further and her heart stopped, her breathing halted and her whole world shrank down into this singular moment... and then, he kissed her, and that small world shattered into a million sparks. His lips, she'd wondered how they would feel, what they would taste like... and they were softer and sweeter than she'd imagined. The young woman practically melted into that feeling not knowing what else to do other than let herself sink into those pleasant sensations. It was... bliss, in one word.

Fingers curled against his side, gripping onto the fabric of his tunic as if she could pull him even closer, never let him go again. Her lips remained pliant, for she knew not what else to do with them aside from giving him the lead, for his experience outweighed her own. She was... puddy in his hands as her mind began to whirl with the possibilities, with the doors that were now opened to them. Even just a single kiss, the boundaries of their friendship became blurred and there was a part of her that wanted more than just one lingering, lasting, sensual kiss.

Now if only that sensation never had to end...
"You are only given one little spark of madness,
... you mustn't lose it"


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Sat Mar 23, 2019 5:15 am

If only this night never had to end, if only they could reach the sky, if only the stars would fly away with them into eternty...

The words flew through his mind as they kissed, and they were words he was all but certain he would forget in a rush once they parted. He struggled to try and focus on them, and on her, at the same time. But once it became apparent only one of them could have the service of his thoughts, he let go of the words swirling through him like a song, and instead made sure he put his all into enjoying the tough of lip to lip, finger to cheek, finger to hair, and smiled when it became apparent that she was enjoying this as much as he was.

Oh, but what joy could a mouth bring when not dancing with words? What joy could lips bring when not thrumming with song? He was certain nothing could ever bring him as much joy as this moment, and Rumi, being the dragon that she was, could not take offense to such a thought, and instead encouraged it as she crooned pleasantly from her place on the pavilions, where she watched the image of the young riders curled together, the blanket now on the ground and forgotten.

For what could be more important than being pressed together, and for a moment, being the most important thing to another person in the world?

Except for air.

Air had to be important, and unfortunately for V'ric, it came all too soon that his lungs would scream at him for it, claw at his throat in an attempt to pry his mouth open for a gulp of the air around him. He carefully pulled himself back from her, managed somehow not to take in that giant hiss of air as they looked at one another so keenly in that moment, and he smiled as he pressed his forehead to hers, not daring to shatter the closeness that had suddenly formed between them.
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Sat Mar 30, 2019 12:27 am

The whole world seemed to melt away in that moment and all that was left was V'ric, dear, sweet V'ric whose smile and charm had won her over long ago. The gentle hand still resting upon her cheek, the tenderness of his lips against her own, the warmth of his body so close to hers, these were the only things that seemed to matter in her world right now. Even all other thoughts began to fade away, giving way to a feeling that was both foreign to her and yet felt so natural at the same time.

A warmth grew from her belly, spreading through her as the kiss continued, and it was a sensation that caused her toes to curl inside her boots. The flickers of desire were brought to life within her, the longing for more of this, more of ... him. Daela had never really felt this way, about anyone... There had been girlish crushes, or the occasional daydream, yet this feeling that sank into her core and pulled on her was very, very real. She knew this man, had built a trust and understanding with him, she cared for him and knew he cared for her, they needed each other... This desire, these embers of passion that flickered within her, perhaps they'd always been there for V'ric and all that was needed was the key to open them.

When their lips finally parted, she only then seemed to realize how her lungs burned, her cheeks flushed and it felt like her skin was all tingly. Though V'ric could control that first rush of breath, Daela could not and her chest heaved with the first shallow breath she took, shuddering softly with the flutter of her heart. He leaned toward her, the warmth of his forehead pressed against hers and the chimerarider let her eyes slip closed in a contented sort of way as she fought to still the racing of her heart and even her breathing back to the semblance of normal once more.

After a moment or two, allowing themselves a chance to realize that indeed had just happened, Daela's eyes fluttered open once more and her gaze found his looking back at her. A soft smile tugged at her lips, creasing a little dimple into her cheek as she silently regarded him for another moment. She... didn't know what to say. That was wonderful, thank you? We should do this again some time? It sounded so stupid in her mind and for once she was left speechless, without any form of retort for the brownrider and instead could only think of one thing to do.

Without another moment of thought, she was the one who moved first, leaning in toward him and pressing her lips tenderly against his own once more. His kiss, those lips, they were... intoxicating. She'd never felt that flurry of flutters and warmth inside her before, and it was exciting. Her hand finally relinquished it's hold upon his tunic and reached up instead toward the side of his face, though she hesitated for only a moment, a fleeting worry that she shoved aside. Soft fingers stroked against his cheek, fingers curling along the line of his jaw before settling into the crook of his neck, drawing him in closer as the kiss seemed to deepen on it's own.
"You are only given one little spark of madness,
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Sat Mar 30, 2019 10:45 pm

He reached for her, uncertain of the hold he would soon weave around her waist would be wanted or not, if she would regard him as possessive for the touch, or if it would be a welcome sensation to feel those arms holding her in such a tender way. It was soft, gentle, the kind of embrace that was equal parts love and equal parts "I will let go if you wish me to" even if in his heart of heart's he never wanted to release her. He couldn't help it, this was a woman he wanted in his life, and he hoped that she wanted him in her own in return.

But first, before he could ask her such a thing, he was focusing on the second kiss, and his mind was suddenly lost to him. He knew without a doubt that the blood rushing in his head, throughout his body, was what was making him feel so warm, inside and out. One of his hands rose to curl against her cheek, to comb through her hair, to curve against her neck, and he wasn't sure if - or when - he'd be able to end this a second time. If he'd have the strength to pull away, even as his lungs started to burn, and his body demanded more of him. He simply wanted to remain wrapped around her.
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Sat Mar 30, 2019 11:31 pm

When she felt that strong, yet gentle arm move around her waist, the young woman was drawn in closer, leaning toward the brownrider in a way that welcomed the touch. It felt... right to be in his arms, to be kissing him... like they should have done this a long time ago. Why hadn't she? They had been friends since she'd arrived in the Weyr, and she had known from the beginning that he'd wanted this... why had she waited so long? She had only been denying herself if truth be told. These feelings he invoked, this warmth that spread through her, these thoughts that fluttered into her mind...

The feeling of his hand upon her cheek, brushing back into her hair, curling with the curve of her neck, it sent a shiver down her spine and caused that burning inside her to grow even hotter. She couldn't help the sharp intake of breath through her nose, more like a gasp while her lips were otherwise occupied and her own fingers curled a little tighter upon his own neck. The kiss deepened, and she could feel herself starting to float away in these emotions, this flood of desire that rose up inside her, and if they didn't stop soon.... But, she didn't want to stop either.

Eyelids fluttered closed one more as she pressed in toward him a little more, the blanket in her other arm dropped and forgotten as that arm moved to his own waist. Her hand smoothed over his side, curling around toward his back and desperately wanting to pull him even closer if that was even possible. Already she could feel the press of his firm chest against her bosom, the subtle brush of his thigh against her own which served to further fuel those thoughts and desires. It all rushed to her head, the images and fantasies of what lay between them, what would happen if they let this continue, where they would end up and it both excited, and terrified her.

She hadn't meant to, but the idea of what was to come, the sudden shock of realization and it caused her to break away from the kiss abruptly. Her breathing came heavy and shallow, and while she had pulled away, her hands remained where they were, unable to let him go as her heart thundered inside her chest. "Vare.... I...." Daela started, but she didn't know what to say, what to tell him, that she was nervous, scared, petrified of what would come next if they continued like this? She'd never really even kissed someone before, let alone have these sensual thoughts and feelings about, feelings she wanted to act upon even as much as they terrified her.

"I've never... " The chimerarider said, though her resolve slipped away once more, but there was a soft look in her eyes, a confession on the tip of her tongue that she just couldn't bring herself to say outloud. Would he understand? Would he be upset by it? Her fingers curled a little tighter, her hand gripping his tunic slightly, perhaps a little afraid he might try to leave her when he realized what she was trying to say.
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Sat Mar 30, 2019 11:53 pm

Vare would be lying to himself, to his beloved dancer, if he said that he didn't want this to continue. He could imagine lifting her in his arms and bringing her to the grass, kissing down her neck and letting his hands roam over her pretty body. He could see himself going to her apartment, and doing much the same in the privacy of her four walls. But he also knew what she was trying to say, and he knew that this was a difficult situation for her, not because she may not want him, but because this was wholly new for her, and explored territory. He also knew that if he were anyone else, he could have ignored what she was saying, make something more of it, gently encourage her.

But he wasn't, he was a good man, and he was proud of that fact. He wouldn't push her, he wouldn't manipulate her, he would do what was honest and true so that she wouldn't feel worse for the situation. So that this turned out good and right for her. Gently, very gently, the brownrider took hold of her face, and carefully stroked his thumbs over the spaces where her dimples normally formed, smiling as he thought about how they might feel underneath the padding of his thumb tips, and he leaned in to kiss her forehead, each temple, and only then did he start to respond.

"I understand. You're nervous, and a little scared right now." He stopped stroking, and instead, stood straight, wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him in a warm and loving embrace. "If this is something you're not ready for, dancer, then this is something we don't explore yet, simple as that. It may feel heady at the moment, but there will always be time to consider it in the future. We have a little room before the girls rise. We have time, when its right, when we feel like the moment will be good..." If she felt like he was the one for her, because he knew, he knew without a doubt, that he might not be the person she wanted to be with.

"So we don't have to do anything tonight." He explained, hoping he was getting this right, that she was hearing the words she needed to hear. "But dancer, when you are ready, I'll be there, and until then, I'll give you all the kisses you could possibly want." He smiled and kissed the top of her head. "But that's only if you want them of course."
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Sun Mar 31, 2019 1:08 am

He didn't seem to get upset with her for pulling away, and instead gently cupped her cheeks in his hands. Turning her face up toward him, she couldn't look away and instead found those bright loving eyes looking back at her. "I understand. You're nervous, and a little scared right now." The brownrider said, and Daela felt as though a weight was lifting off her chest, yet still there was worry of what else he might say. That was until those strong arms moved around her once more and held her close.

Daela melted into that embrace, her arms wrapping tighter around his waist and while there was still a sparking ember within her, it was a feeling of comfort she took from him now. It felt good to lean on him, metaphorically and physically in this moment of time and feel the rise and fall of his chest, the thrum of his voice all around her as he spoke and she slipped her eyes closed once more as she listened.

V'ric was too good to her, too kind and thoughtful. He seemed to understand what she needed to hear when she didn't even know what that was and as he continued Daela could feel that weight growing lighter. He would wait for her, they could think about this, they had time before... Her breath caught slightly in her throat before she pushed past it once more. Israfeths' Flight, it wouldn't be long now though would it? There was a deadline looming on the unknown horizon, and each day that passes was a day closer. The chimerarider knew she could just close her door, yet it was those thoughts, the heat, the sensations, the lust... she wouldn't know what to do with it. She'd only just had a taste of that desire and it was... exhilarating. Yet the idea of sharing any of that with someone she didn't know, didn't trust implicitly... that frightened her more than anything.

And yet, there was V'ric, right here... holding her, whispering to her that he would wait, wait until the time was right, wait until she was ready... When would be a good time? The right time? What moment, what night would be better than this one right here, right now? Would it be so wrong to let one kiss lead them into something more all in one night? It... sounded wrong, sounded like something that would whispered behind her back, but then why did it feel so good? They'd been friends for Turns now, been inseparable through Weyrlinghood, and what was so wrong about taking that next step?

Daela held onto him for a moment or two longer, squeezing her eyes shut as emotions roiled and warred within her. Did she give into these desires, those feelings that tempted her so... or did she remain the good girl and take things slow, ease into these things instead of diving in head first?

I've stayed quiet long enough. You know what you want, and that's him, isn't it? So stop waffling and kiss him you fool. Came the brazen voice of her other half, a comment from the peanut gallery that jarred the young woman out of her thoughts. You love him Daela, you can't hide it from me...So, what are you waiting for? The chimera added, rather smug with her tone and Daela could hear the truth in those words though.

Her dragons words seemed to stir her from her reverie and her eyes fluttered open once more, slowly and reluctantly pulling away from the warmth of his chest, though only far enough to see his handsome features once more. Her own grasp barely loosened around him, afraid if she let go he would slip away, and letting him know that she wasn't trying to get away either. "I... want to V'ric." She said in a small, soft voice as her gaze fluttered sheepishly and a blush began to rise her cheeks. "Tonight, is the perfect night... We have each other, we have this moment, and we have a whole new world ahead of us tomorrow... What better night?" The young woman said, though she could feel her chest growing tight with anxiety at even suggesting this, and what would come next if he wished the same.
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Fri Apr 05, 2019 3:13 am

He could say no, he knew that. Vare very well knew that it might be best to say no. To push back, to be the good guy and continue to be the good guy. A part of him screamed at him to do that. To deny what he wanted, to deny her of what she was trying to gently push for. He could feel it in his mind, in his heart, that he didn't want to make the mistake of making the wrong move or step. What if this was a mistake though? What if pushing back ended things as he knew it, created a chasm between them that could never be pulled back together. That thought scared him, almost as much as the idea of losing Rumi did.

But somehow, so did the idea of being with her, which was a foolish thing to consider when he'd been with Faranth knew who when he'd first arrived at the Weyr. It was the growing romantic in him - thanks to his dragon's gentle mental touch - that made him want it to be perfect. What if he couldn't make it good for her? What if it wasn't enough? What if he couldn't be...

Oh my love, my darling, darling love. Faranth bless him for that sensible beauty that he was Impressed to. Perhaps all she wants is for you to be there with her, in the moment, good or bad. As long as she has you, that's all that's going to matter to her. Do what seems right and natural, but don't hesitate. And my love? He lifted a brow. Knock her socks off.

He grinned, the chuckle that should have bubbled through his lips instead vibrating through his mind. When he looked down at Daela, at his dancer, his heart suddenly knew, his mind suddenly calmed. There was no hesitation in what he said next, or what he did soon after. "I love you." And he kissed her, with more fervor and passion than they had shared before, and he hoped, sincerely he hoped, that would understand what answer he was giving her.
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What was she doing? Was she seriously suggesting they...? Oh goddess above... The blush rose furiously to her cheeks and the warmth practically radiated from them, she couldn't possibly hide it from the brownrider.

It... made sense though, didn't it? They have known each other for Turns, shared everything together, they cared for one another... They each had female dragons that were due to Rise soon, and Daela did not want her first experience with these feelings to be all alone, behind a closed door. It was, V'ric... her best friend... it felt, right to be with him. Of all the people she knew, he was the one she trusted the most, trusted him with... her innocence.

While her own brain was turning, settling into this idea, it seemed that the brownrider was doing the same. She could almost see the wheels turning as she felt the ripple of emotions moving through him, until there came a sudden calm, a steadiness to his self. Spiced eyes flickered up at the young man, wondering what it was his mind had finally settled upon, what his answer was going to be...

"I love you."

She had known, she had always known, but in that moment her entire self felt lighter, her dancers frame practically stepping up onto tiptoes, and a soft smile had only just begun to tug at her lips before they were suddenly captured. The kiss was, different than before. There was no hesitation and instead there was confidence and passion in that kiss, there was an answer on his lips. Tonight, it would just be the two of them and together they would take this next step in their relationship.

The young woman leaned into him, slender arms tightening around his waist once more, and drew him in closer as she deepened the kiss. With this answer, she felt free enough to allow herself to give into those feelings, this desire that flickered within her and some of that heat slipped through their lips. She only had an inkling of an idea where this was headed, but she was willing to follow his lead wherever it went.
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Sat Apr 06, 2019 12:30 am

Eventually, his lungs burned, demanded air. He didn't want to pull away but he knew there was reason to beyond a mouthful of oxygen and a moment to compose himself. He closed his eyes and forced himself back, held onto her face and smiled as he stepped away entirely, only he wasn't gone for long. He was fetching the blanket, making sure it was in his grasp so he could fold it neatly over his arm before returning to her presence. Then he took hold of her hand and kissed the crown of her head where he whispered softly. "Can we go to your apartment now, dancer?"

Maybe some other time, if there was another time, they could go to his, but he had a feeling this moment between them, this first of firsts, would be better spent in the comfort of her own space, where her things were, where her scents and feelings were spread around and she would have something of bliss waiting for her the next morning - not including himself of course. He gave her hand a squeeze, a reassuring smile, and waited to see what she would do next.
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