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Post by thedreamerlady on May 13, 2007 0:24:13 GMT -5
Nisha had felt it right as it began. Goldflights were like that- the tension started building hours before, and didn't let up for hours after words. While Greenflights were terrible, Goldflights were simply unbearable. But now- well, she could feel the Gold blooding her kills, and feel the Bronzes going to her, and the girl needed to act as the Queen and compel her lovers too her. Nisha was still aware of herself, but wouldn't be for long. That was why she'd hiked up her dark blue cotton dress, and why running she was running as fast as she could toward the Flight room. She wouldn't be able to think in a few minutes past her immediate need(and Faranath help whoever got in her way), but neither would the failed Bronzeriders.
It was a good plan, one perfected through the last four turns of her life, but even the best laid plans sometimes went awry. And a good deal of those plans that went wrong happened after someone had grown complacent.
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Post by hrsegrl on May 13, 2007 0:59:14 GMT -5
He had just left Allior's. Alene and Allie were not ill at all and Nashin had the barest little cough, as if he was fighting it off well. Aine, Kerzule and little Rorie weren't as well, though it was clear they needed sleep and quiet. Allior already had a male friend (one whom she had been close with a lot lately) over to help with the children. Rory had decided to give everyone some much needed space after the chaos of the creche.
It was in the corridor after leaving Allior's that Rory caught sight of Nisha running, hurriedly and looking very disoriented. Running had never been a strong point of his. Luckily he wasn't a rider where he would have to worry about it much. He of course, being a friend, jogged over to her. "Nisha. Are you alright?" Rory wondered of the food she had eaten at lunch was affecting her. Still he couldn't have her running through the Weyr when eh could probably help. His room wasn't far.
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Post by thedreamerlady on May 13, 2007 1:45:13 GMT -5
A Male was chasing after her. It was no longer Rory, Uncle, nor Rory, Friend, simply a Male chasing her as she ran. A wave of delighted laughter sprung forth, and she danced lightly around said male. In all of her turns she'd never experienced an event like this- and it felt so very nice.
The girl didn't recognize the Male's words, and they were of no importance to her. Former destination forgotten, Nisha's eyes grew heavy lidded, and she spun a circle of unrestrained joy. Tracing a line along the shoulders of the man(How had she gotten around him?), Nisha giggled. Inhaling deeply, she fluttered her eyelids.
"Mmmm. You smell very nice." It appeared like she was still capable of speech, though she was clearly not the normal Nisha.
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Post by hrsegrl on May 13, 2007 11:35:36 GMT -5
He thought he had been doing the right thing but then she started laughing. Laughing? He was astounded. Rory didn't think there was anything funny about this. It wasn't long before he was completely and utterly confused. Rory saw her whirl around him. The next thing he knew she was touching him... in a very not neice like way.
Rory shivered a bit then realized whatever was going on with her, he had better take charge of the situation. "So do you..." He replied though he wasn't sure why she would care how he smelled. Something must be terribly wrong. was she hallucinating? Should he take her to the infirmiry? Not with all those sick people. His room was closer anyway. "Come with me, I'll take you somewhere safe..." Poor Nisha, he wished he knew what was the matter.
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Post by thedreamerlady on May 13, 2007 12:08:49 GMT -5
Rory, Nisha thought distantly, was being quite un-drudge-like by taking off with her. It was uncharacteristic, but it was also very, very manly of him. She definitely appreciated it. Glowing from his compliment, the girl followed him her hips swaying from side to side.
After only a few feet, Nisha grew bored, and skipped up so that she was abreast of Rory. Tilting her head to the side, she slid up to him, and smiled. Her hand slipped into his and she pressed the side of her body against his.
"Are you safe?" She asked, her voice softer than it had been since she'd run into Rory at first. It was, in her opinion, a very clever question. It might not have made sense in any context, but she liked it.
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Post by hrsegrl on May 13, 2007 12:23:11 GMT -5
He wasn't prepared for this. Not at all. Just because he wasn't with N'zule didn't mean he wanted to be with another person. Rory couldn't understand her flirtatiousness all of a sudden. She had his hand and was pressed up to his side. He couldn't help but feel aroused.
Nisha was toying with him. What a question to ask... Was he safe? Not any longer. She was trouble and he knew it but he couldn't leave her out in the corridors of the Weyr like this. Anyone could take advantage of this strange lust.
"I don't know." He answered truthfully. But led on to his door which he swung open quickly ushering her in. Then he closed it behind her more gently. "Nisha, are you feeling alright?" He asked again.
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Post by thedreamerlady on May 13, 2007 12:40:35 GMT -5
The Bronzes were showing the Queen how much they wanted her, loved her, lusted after her. Nisha could feel it. Rory was no Bronze, one part of her mind argued, but the rest of her suppressed that thought, and concentrated solely on how everything felt.
There was probably a bed in the room somewhere, but Nisha didn't bother to look for it.
"Potential to be dangerous." She agreed happily. "Dancing up in the air, showing off your finest." His back was against the door- kind of. He was next to the door at any rate, and it was shut. Carefully tended hands reached up to caress his face. "Smooth." She murmured, and with one hand still on his cheek, and the other using his shoulder as a boost, Nisha stood on her tiptoes, and kissed Rory softly on the lips. She was still flirting with him, her hair in disarray, the curls wild and bouncy, and her dress modest. Nisha was indeed
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Post by hrsegrl on May 13, 2007 12:48:01 GMT -5
He wached her movements and listened to what she was saying. Not only was he confused but he was beginning to feelt hat she wasn't all there. It was like she had flight lust. He had been with people under flight lust before. If that was what this was, he had better help her or someone else most certainly would and they would be far less kind than Rory.
Rory had to play the game. He let his hand move some stray curls out of Nisha's face. "You look beautiful." He said, feeding her ego, much as he had done with Delith, not that Nisha was a dragon but she was behaving as one. Rory had no idea why the girl was feeling flight lust but he didn't much care to knwo why at that point. He was going to go through with this and afterward he would deal with the consequences. He kissed her collarbone gently.
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Post by thedreamerlady on May 13, 2007 13:09:13 GMT -5
"I am." Nisha agreed, her hands moving again. Her left ran threw Rory's hair, stroking and feeling. The texture of the hair was so fine, so very nice. Her right ran down his back feeling the way his muscles were hidden under his shirt. A desire to feel his bare skin overtook her, and her hand pulled up and plunged down the neck of his shirt. The skin was good, muscles tense and powerful. Very powerful. Her hand retreated and she used her one free hand to start unbuttoning her dress. She would allow this one to see more of her skin.
"You want me." It was not question, but a statement. In this state she had no way of deciding if he was just doing this to appease her, or out of a sense of duty. However, he was responding to her, so he must have been wanting her, and that make the woman feel very good. The bronzes, she felt, were about to start their chase.
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Post by hrsegrl on May 13, 2007 13:18:33 GMT -5
Rory still had a sense of right and wrong but he knew that this was something that she needed. He knew that he had been denying himself sexual pleasure since leaving N'zule. Why couldn't he enjoy this? His lust was speakign louder than his brain. His lovely hands went to work, removing his own shirt to give her a better view.
He ran his fingertips down her side. "I want you more than anyone else." Rory insisted. He had been involved in flight lust, he had seen greenriders mostly and ended up with the losers but she was behaving more like the one being chased not the chasee.
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Post by thedreamerlady on May 13, 2007 13:50:57 GMT -5
"Yes." It was, all at once, the exhalation of the female dragon, the agreement to his statement, and a sort of joy of simply being there. Rory's shirt was gone, and Nisha licked her lips. Yes, this was a fine body, one to be enjoyed, and examined.
Her buttons, which ran down her bodice, and ended at her hips, were undone halfway down, and her dress slid down her shoulders when she moved forward, effectively pinning Rory up against his door. Her hands slid down his waist, and one of them stroked his side slowly and gently. The man's neck was of sudden interest to Nisha. This one, this one she wanted to claim, and so she leaned forward, and placed her lips where the neck met the shoulders. Slowly, gently, she began to suck, lick and nip a little- she was leaving a mark, her mark, and everyone would see it. By the time she was finished with the hicky, it would be impossible to cover, and it would stay for a good sevenday- or perhaps more.
Eyes glowing with pleasure at the thought of claiming someone as hers, Nisha moaned. The lust of the bronzes suddenly intensified as the Queen lifted off into the air. Nisha's hands spasmed, and she pressed closer still to her own bronze/man.
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Post by hrsegrl on May 13, 2007 14:00:22 GMT -5
Rory didn't feel the need to speak anymore. She had him up against his own door. The forcefullness was rather enjoyable. His neck felt the painful pleasure that she was giving him. Faranth this was strange. When she was done, he took control again. His arms went around her body, bringing her as close to him as possible.
He knew that she would be immitating dragons but the male was supposed to chase and be powerful and strong. He was going to be so for her. Rory moved his mouth on top of hers, hard and passionate. His eyes closed, feeling, just feeling.
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Post by thedreamerlady on May 13, 2007 14:17:18 GMT -5
Feeling would be what the rest of the time they spent together would be all about. Very enjoyable feelings.
Fade to inky blackness.
Contentment lay heavy on Nisha's bones. The only part of the Goldflights that she didn't resent was the feeling that came after. With Greenflights, there wasn't much feeling of being done, but with Golds- well, they made her relax. In times before, she'd slept for an hour or more after one, but something about this one, and she'd awoken earlier than usual.
A mumble fell from her lips as she attempted to fall back asleep, burrowing into the warm body beside her. Though aware that she wasn't wearing anything, and the person laying in the warm bed with her wasn't either, she felt no discomfort, simply a desire for more sleep. Hoping she hadn't awoken the other person, she drifted back off into a state that wasn't sleep, nor was it fully awake. It was nice, and soothing.
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Post by hrsegrl on May 13, 2007 14:25:57 GMT -5
Rory woke slowly, like a cat. HE felt so completely satisfied. Stretching out a moment he realized he was completely naked. He had had such a strange dream. It had been a dream, he convinced himself. Then he noticed her. It wasn't, couldn't be... the memories came sweeping back. Faranth what had he done! Fall and Flame take him!
She slept oblivious, peacefully. He couldn't blame her for any of it. at last now she seemed to be fine. If she was well, then he had done right by her. He did admire her hair. Tugging on one of the ringlets gently, he smiled. Still, he felt as if she was his neice. Rory wasn't sure he could forgive himself for this. He let his hand trail her bare shoulder, a way to gently wake her. "Nisha, Nisha... wake up."
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Post by thedreamerlady on May 13, 2007 14:38:57 GMT -5
Rory was saying her name, and Nisha didn't want to respond. She felt every so good, and the idea of leaving this state of perfection was not welcomed. Moving away from the voice that wanted her to awaken, Nisha curled into a ball, her hair covering her face with it's ringlets.
"Go back to sleep." She said, sounding dazed. "It's much to early to be awake." Brown eyes were now shut, and while the room wasn't as warm as she would have liked, even all by her lonesome she was still warm enough. Her shoulder felt odd where he had touched her. Why would Rory touch her bare shoulder? That simply didn't make any sense. Deciding her mind was playing tricks on her, the drudge urged herself silently to go back to sleep.
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