Prima Nocta

Writers: Estelle, Miriah
Date Posted: 3rd October 2019

Characters: Lorican, Urlene
Description: Lorican and Urlene spend their first night together.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 11, day 23 of Turn 9
Notes: Mentioned: Y'gel

Urlene

After the sun had set and the evening had become cooler, the walk back
to her quarters was leisurely but also filled with an anticipatory
tension. For a moment, Urlene silently thanked Y'gel for showing her
how thrilling sharing a bed could be, for walking beside Lorican, she
couldn't help but want to experience that with _him_. It wasn't only
for the potential pleasure of the moment, but there was a need deep in
her belly to connect with him before he left, to forge some sort of
deeper bond. Before, she would have shrugged that thought off and
discounted it as trivial, if she'd even had the thought. But it didn't
feel trivial now. Coming to her door and opening it, she met Lorican's
eyes. "Would you like to come in?"

His thoughts had been turning the same way, knowing that it was not
unusual in the Weyr, though hardly a part of the proper courtship of a
Lady. Unbidden, the memory of when he'd seen her, that time in the
bathing room when he'd seen her stepping from the water and first been
inspired to draw her portrait, returned and filled Lorican with a sudden
heat and longing mingled with the flutter of nerves. What if she didn't
like him, and it was over before it began?

"I'd like that." He took a breath. "I'd like that very much."

"Good. I was hoping you would." She stepped in to her quarters,
ushering him in to close and lock the door behind him. The click of the
lock sounded loud to her ears, but as she turned to him, it was
forgotten. She stepped forward, placing her hands on his chest, felt
the beat of his heart, and looked up at him. "Too much for you? We're
don't have to do anything if it's too much. "

"No. Not too much. This is everything I've wanted. I've dreamed of it,"
he confessed. Slightly abashed, he reached out, gently stroked a strand
of golden hair that had been teased free of her braid by the sea breeze.
"It's only that - I haven't lived the way people do, here at the Weyr. I
don't want to disappoint you, if you think I'll be - like a dragonrider..."

Urlene blinked up at him, her brows furrowed, then rising. "Lorican,"
her voice was soft as her hand reached upwards to stroke the nape of
his neck. "dragonriders are people, nothing more than that. I've not
lived the life they do, do you understand? Most of my time here I've
been alone.'Before that, only the man I was wed to and...that
situation was...not pleasurable or done because I wanted it. I've only
had one lover here in the entire sixteen turns I've lived here. Just
one and that only because of mutual trust and respect and to show me
that sharing myself wasn't as distasteful as I remembered. This isn't
something that's a habit for me and isn't something I do lightly or
carelessly. I respect you. I trust you. I don't think you _can_
disappoint me, Lorican."

"Then I'll try to be worthy of you. Urlene..." He put that troubling
mention of her life with her former husband out of his thoughts. He'd
think about that later - it wasn't for now. Instead, he stepped closer,
let his other hand slide around her slender waist to draw her to him and
bent his head to hers. They'd kissed before, on the beach, but not like
this with her body pressed so close and sending shivers of pleasure
rippling over his skin, his heart racing and the heat rising inside him.

Urlene melted into his embrace, lifting one arm to wrap around his
neck. For this night, he was hers and, she decided, she was wholly
his. This kiss, so much more passionate, also felt like something
more. There was emotion within it, a sense of belonging and a warmth
that she'd never felt. She should have guarded against it, but instead
allowed it to sweep through her to overtake her. Her free arm slid
down his back, slipped under his tunic and pressed against warm skin
with a sigh of his name against his mouth.

He drew a quick breath, his newly healed skin sensitive to her touch,
his body responding with a surge of desire. It felt glorious and
suddenly he wanted more than anything to do the same, to trace that
perfect line of her back which had echoed in every aspect of his art
since he'd first seen her in the pool. His hand slid up, fingers
catching in the laces of her gown. "May I..."

"Yes. Please." Her own nimble fingers began to trace along the line of
his ribs and waist, discovering the musculature that she'd touched
before, but without the undercurrent of intimacy. He was warm, lean but
solid, his craft giving him a definition of line and shape that she
found completely appealing. She felt cooler air on her back as his
fingers worked and dropped her arms. With a roll of her shoulders, and
a minor tug on both her sleeves, the dress puddled to the floor at her
feet, leaving her bare.

He stepped back for a moment so that he could see her, his eyes
widening. He'd had only glimpses before, the moment in the pool, the
evening when he'd drawn her. Her skin seemed almost to glow in the low
light of the room, smooth and pale, the curves flowing as gracefully as
a work of art. She was so perfect he was almost afraid to touch, but the
look in her eyes gave him courage and the longing in every fibre of him
drew him back to her.

He started to ease the tunic over his head, careful of his shoulder,
then hesitated. "You don't mind - my scar..." It seemed strange to ask
if she'd be repelled by it, since she'd treated the wound herself, but
perhaps it was different in a moment like this.

She blinked, then stepped forward, gently catching his head to pull it
towards her. Her lips found the scar along his temple and brushed her
lips over it. Then, carefully, she assisted in pulling his tunic over
his head. The sight of the fresh scar on his chest, pink and newly
healed wasn't repulsive. It was a neat line, a minor thing to someone
who'd seen far worse. Hands on his waist, she lightly kissed that scar
as well, then slid her lips to the center of his chest. "Why would I?"

Eyes never leaving his, she flicked open the clasp on his belt and with
a smooth movement, tugged it free and dropped it.

Lorican gasped softly, partly in the shyness that even his time in the
Weyr hadn't overcome but wanting, even more, to feel her warmth against
him. His fingers tangled in her hair, loosening the braid until it fell
in shining waves around her shoulders, just as it had when he'd drawn
her portrait. He remembered how she'd trusted him then, to see her, and
knew he trusted her no less.

He met her gaze and for a moment, his eyes flickered down, as if to ask
permission. Then he unfastened his trousers, let them fall, stepped out
of them. They stood for a moment gazing at each other, catching their
breath, before he reached out to draw her into his arms with nothing
between them any more. "Urlene. Urlene..."

She surrendered to him then, passionate and pliant, responding to every
caress and kiss with steadily growing fervor. In his arms, amid heated
sighs, murmurs of encouragement, and exquisite pleasure, Urlene found
what she sought. When she cried out his name at the last, she clung to
Lorican, then allowed herself to drift in a sea of sublime contentment.

They lay there for a time, limbs tangled, Lorican gently stroking her
hair as he returned to himself, recovered his breath in the aftermath of
so many blissful sensations. Though quiet, he felt a deep, abiding sense
of joy, as though he'd discovered something precious he hadn't even
known he'd been missing, and it would now be a part of him, always.

"Urlene?" He spoke softly, raised his head to kiss the hollow of her
neck. "Could I stay here, all night, with you?" What he really wanted
was to remain where he was forever, with her nestled against him, but if
all he had was this night, he hoped to make it last. For now, it seemed
nothing mattered outside this little space they occupied together.
"Would you like that?"

There was a soft, pleased little sigh as his lips found her neck and
Urlene responded with a nuzzle to his shoulder. Rubbing her cheek
against the skin she found there, she opened her eyes to look at him.
The smile that parted her lips was gentle, held a hint of mischief,
and no small amount of sensual langour. "I would." She stroked her
hand along the line of his spine, taking pleasure in the feel of him.
It felt good just to touch him, to have his warmth right beside her
with absolutely no rush to move or rise. Faranth, but he felt good
beside her. "Stay every night. "

He murmured softly in assent. "I'd like that, too. To lie with you
every night, to wake next to you." Shifting to his side, he leaned on
his elbow so that he could see her better, and what he saw filled his
heart with the courage to ask what might have seemed impossibly
daring, a few short hours ago. "I'd like to draw you, looking just as
you do now."

She pillowed her head on her arm, looking up at him as he moved, but
missing his warmth already. Lips curling upwards, she pushed her hair
from her face, then trailed her fingers over his chest. She found that
she liked touching him, feeling the heat and softness of the skin she
found there. "Alright. I said that you could." She met his eyes,
lifting up to brush her lips against his slowly before laying back
down. "Just put me where you want me."

Lorican drew in a quick breath as her light touch sent a thrill through
him. Shells, if he'd thought drawing her in her rooms that first time
had been a challenge to his self-control, it was nothing to this. "You
don't have to...to show any more than you did before." He closed his
eyes for a moment, trying to calm himself, remembering the other times
he'd drawn her portrait. The first had caught her in an unguarded
moment, while in the second she'd been graceful and composed, with an
indefinable sense of anticipation in the line of her body that he now
recognized as originating from his own longing. Now that had changed
again, and he wondered if he could capture that subtlety.

"Could you lie like you are - just relax..." He laid a gentle hand on
her back to adjust her pose, then ran his fingers lightly up the curve
of her body and neck and through her hair, tangled now from their
passion where it had been smooth and shining before, but all the more
lovely for it. There would be nothing improper, the bend of a knee and
the fall of her hair covering her, but the picture in his mind was so
clearly intimate in nature that he felt the heat rise in him. "There."
He stroked her cheek. "Is that all right? You're comfortable?"

Urlene allowed the adjustment in position, arching her body against the
curve of his hand even as she kept her eyes on Lorican's face. Though
she was completely relaxed, she felt the energy of the room shift, a
sultry and provocative stirring of the air. Nuzzling his hand, she turned
to kiss his palm. "I'm comfortable." She sighed softly and with
half-lidded eyes and a curve to her lips that spoke of her satisfaction
and replete sensuality, she held still.

His hand lingered for a moment and he swallowed, resisting the
temptation to let it drift beneath the golden fall of her hair. "I'll
fetch paper..." He slid his legs over the edge of the bed and stood,
conscious of her gaze on him as he turned and went over to the desk,
with a brief glance back at her for permission. Unused to being watched
like that, he felt the warmth of embarrassment at the back of his neck,
but it stirred pleasurable sensations, too, deep in a hidden part of him
he'd never suspected was there.

Returning to the bed, he propped the papers against his knee and began
to draw, sketching in swift strokes the shapes he now knew by heart as
much as sight. His hand slowed as he came to her face and tried to
capture her new mood, languid and enticing, the low sweep of her lashes,
the graceful curve of her neck as she rested on her arm. Unconsciously,
he leaned closer. "Almost done..."

"I so love watching you work." Her murmur was soft. "Your face gets so
intent and you move so easily and with such purpose." Her gaze
followed the movements of his hand over the paper, then up to his
chest. While some might find his face plain, she thought he was lovely
to look at with a fine physique. But it was his eyes that drew her
most, those brown eyes with gold flecks that were so soft and gentle.
But in the midst of passion, they blazed with a heat that seared her
to her core. It was as though there was a fire that was so carefully
banked in him that was only released in intimacy.

Urlene slowly lifted her foot and trailed a toe along his side, but
kept still otherwise. Almost done? She followed his gaze, noting that
it was watching her face, and purposefully stretched one leg at a
time, arching her back. It was meant to draw his gaze, to beckon him
silently back to her.

Lorican glanced up, feeling his breathing quicken as he followed the
enticing movement, mesmerized by her lithe body, the shapes and curves
of her limbs. Suddenly, he'd all but forgotten that he'd been drawing.
He looked down at the pencil in his hands in surprise, as if wondering
how it had got there, for a brief moment before his gaze was drawn back
to her.

Their eyes met, sharing wordless intent. "I'll finish it later..."
Putting the paper aside, he leaned forward to take her in his arms once
again, with a soft inward breath at the feel of her, the light brush of
her lips against his. "Oh. Much later..."

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