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...
This Intoxication Thrills Me,
I Only Pray It Doesn't Kill Me


If You Want Something You've Never Had,
You Must Be Willing To Do Something You've Never Done.

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