An Excellent Tailor (PG-17)

Writers: Bree, Nici
Date Posted: 3rd September 2005

Characters: Jaela, Kavlyn
Description: Jaela and Kavlyn continue their dalliance, although Jaela questions how wise it might be
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 7, day 16 of Turn 3
Rating: PG-17

"That tickles." Jaela wriggled and tried to read the hide that Kavlyn was completely intent on _not_ having her concentrate on. "Massages aren't supposed to tickle."

"Really?" Kavlyn laughed as his hands moved away from her sides and back to her shoulders. "That's too bad... you're kind of cute when you're being tickled..."

"I," Jaela signed off on the hide she had before her and reached for a new one, "am not _cute_."

"Mmm, that's just making it worse you know." Kavlyn leaned down to brush his lips across the top of her ear. "Remember the part where I think bitchy women _are_ cute?"

"Hmm..." She fought the urge to lean into him and tried to concentrate on the hide. "You think anyone you can bed is cute...and if you don't let me finish this, I won't be able to spend any time with you. So _behave_."

"I love it when you get bossy," Kavlyn replied in a husky voice before pulling back to resume his massage. He might like to push his luck, but he didn't want to get tossed out, either.

His hands felt good, and it still wasn't any easier to concentrate even when his hands were in the correct place. Finally she managed to get through the hide, changed a proviso and signed it with a flourish. "There...done!" She set it aside carefully and looked up him. "Now, you may kiss me..."

"Finally..." Kavlyn leaned over her chair and caught her lips in an enthusiastic kiss that said clearly enough that he had been waiting for a while to kiss her.

She grinned at him when they finally broke apart. "There...worth the wait, no?" She rose from the chair and pulled him toward the nearby couch. "People are going to start to wonder with all the tailoring you've been doing for me lately..."

Kavlyn dropped onto the couch and pulled her down into his lap. "I happen to be an _excellent_ tailor!" He grinned at her as his hands wandered a little.
"I'm just making extra sure I know all of the details of your body, Jaela... so that everything will fit right."

"Hmm...at this point, you could make the clothes with your eyes closed." She leaned into him and let her hands do a bit of wandering as well. There was something to be said for a young, energetic lover with all fun and no angst on his mind.

"Well that wouldn't be much fun..." Kavlyn grinned at her as he ran his fingers through her short hair. "I like to have my eyes open when it comes to you and... details."

"Good to know..." She tugged at his tunic. "Off, now..." She was the type to tug off and toss and while Kavlyn was incredibly irreverant about many things, clothing wasn't one of them. Still, she'd take someone who valued unwrinkled clothing over someone who moped any day!

"Impatient, aren't you?" Kavlyn slid his hands to her tunic and started at the stays. "You're the one who thought it would be a good idea if I... massaged... you while you finished your hidework. Don't blame me!"

"I'm sure we'll fit some of that in. Isn't it easier with no clothing?" She slipped her own tunic off and let her skirt follow it, then watched in amusement as he picked both up and folded them along with his own.

"Easier, but not always as fun," he replied, setting the clothing carefully on a chair before grinning down at her. "But now you have me unclothed... what are you going to do with me, you wicked woman?"

"I can think of a few things." The Weyrwoman stood on tiptoe and pulled him down for a kiss, her body slipping against his.

Kavlyn wrapped his arms around her waist and stood, bringing her feet off the ground as he grinned at her. "Do these things involve a bed? Chair?
Couch?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her and leaned down to bite her earlobe.
"Bathing pool, maybe?"

"I've never been good at multiple choice," Jaela whispered. "Pick one and I'll let you see how well it sparks my imagination."

The couch was closest, and he'd picked up a little of her impatience when she started rubbing her body against his. He dropped down and brought her with him, snug in his lap and causing him all _sorts_ of pleasant feelings.

"We can try them all, one by one..." he managed before he dragged her mouth back to his for an impatient kiss.

Jaela laughed when they broke for air, then spent a good while biting, kissing and teasing him, from his lips to his collarbone, to his chest and back again. When he'd grab her, she'd wriggle free or move his hands away--the better to see just how far she could go before her carefree young tailor decided he'd had enough.

Kavlyn reached for her again, his voice a breathless gasp. "Shards, woman... are you trying to _kill_ me?" Much as he liked being at Jaela's mercy, he was running out of patience for endless teasing.

"Hmm....what's the matter, can't take a little _teasing_?" She repeated her actions, laughing when she actually got a growl out of him. It would be fun to see _just_ how far she could push him before mild-mannered gave way to forceful.

He caught her about the waist again, tumbling her onto the floor before she could stop him. "You call that _a little_ teasing?"

She nodded solemnly. "Of course...I'd barely gotten _started_ after all..." So saying, she applied her mouth to the only area available, his shoulder and hid her mischievous smile.

His only response was another growl as he leaned down to nip at her neck.
"Don't be so greedy... I think it's my turn."

"Hmm...you have to give me a suitable distraction then..."

He did his best to oblige, working his way down her body in a demanding way that was totally unlike his usual teasing. Obviously Kavlyn had finally decided that he'd had enough--and was determined to make _her_ as desperate as he was.

~~*~~

"Jaela... I may die trying to keep up with you, but it will be a glorious, wonderful death."

She laughed and nipped his chin. "If you die on me, it will be rather hard to explain why my tailor suddenly perished, buck naked on my floor..."

"Mmmm... I wouldn't be around to worry about it, though..." He gave her rear a fond pat before opening his eyes. "Though I suppose I'd miss out on an awful lot of fabulous sex if I died. Maybe I should try to avoid it."

"Hmm...at least until I'm done for tonight..." She gave him a wicked look. "I mean, unless you're all worn out, in which case I suppose I'll let you sleep..."

Kavlyn rolled them back over and grinned down at her. "Jaela, I may be nearly dead... But I'm _nineteen_ turns old. I'm not near to being worn out. Not yet."

"Good to know..." She reached out to tangle her hand in his hair, her thoughts suddenly serious. "Will you miss this if you...well, if you Impress?" She knew _she_ would. It was fun having a young, energetic lover who doted on her. After the rejection she'd had from a certain bronzerider, it was just what she'd needed.

He grinned at her. "So much that I'm tempted not to Stand."

"Then I'd feel guilty..." She ran her hand along his arm. "Kavlyn, why _do_ you keep Standing, truly?" The first time she'd Stood, she'd Impressed Calyth and so it always intrigued her how anyone could go turn after turn and keep trying.

"I'm not really sure... I wouldn't mind being a dragonrider." He smiled and kissed her cheek. "Don't feel guilty, Jaela. I wouldn't have Stood again after this in any case. It's something to do in between practicing my craft, but maybe I should concentrate on what I'm good at."

"Try it again..." **And that way I won't feel guilty** "And then concentrate on being a tailor afterwards if it doesn't work out. At least I trust you not to mope if you _don't_ impress."

Kavlyn's grin turned very, very naughty. "Why would I, when it just means I get to spend time with you?" And because he figured they'd persued that line of conversation about as far as they needed to, he kissed her enthusiastically enough to prove that he'd more than recovered from their last adventure.

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