Second Breakfast

Writers: Heather
Date Posted: 16th February 2020

Characters: Rasme, C'ris
Description: C'ris surprises Rasme for her birthingday.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 2, day 14 of Turn 10

Rasme

The scent of fresh klah, eggs, and fried porcine caught Rasme's attention first, followed quickly by the sound of some slightly offkey humming. A smile crossed her lips because even without opening her eyes she knew who the humming belonged to, could even smell the scent that belonged solely to him as it caught on the breeze that blew into the weyr.

"C'ris."

"Ah, she wakes." The tenor voice was colored with amusement.

"What are you doing here?" she muttered, still without opening her eyes.

She felt the bed shift, picturing in her mind's eye the way the bluerider was crawling over to her side of the bed. "I believe that it is a certain, grumpy goldrider's fifty-fifth birthingday today, is it not?" Teeth latched onto her earlobe and lightly nibbled.

"Ugh." Rasme rolled away from his searching lips and yanked the blanket over her head, hiding beneath it. "Go away."

He chuckled while his hands found the contours of her body, even through the blanket that she was using as a shield. "I know birthingdays aren't your favorite days, Ras. That's why I'd figured we'd start it a little differently...."

Rasme's fought the twitching of her lips, knowing that as soon as the smile emerged he would be incorrigible and she would be unable to keep up the determined grumpiness that she was clinging to. "What do you mean, 'differently'? This is exactly how you've started my birthingday for the last nine I've had."

"Oh," he said pleased, "so you do remember. Must be doing something right then."

The goldrider found herself laughing even as C'ris's familiar weight straddled her hips, his fingers tickling lightly at her sides through the quilt. Flinging the blanket aside, she looked up at him with an exaggerated sigh. "Fine, you win."

C'ris's blue eyes lit. "Ah, there's my sleeping beauty. Frizzy hair and everything." He waggled his eyebrows.

Rasme barked out a laugh, even as she ran a hand over her face and up into her untameably wavy hair. C'ris was one of the only people she allowed to see her when she was without her eyepatch. The bluerider, twenty-Turns her junior, made her feel sexy and beautiful, regardless of what condition she was in - even with morning breath and bed hair.

"Lucky you, you get all of this," she waved her hand over her disheveled appearance.

"Mhm, yes, lucky me," he agreed, dipping his head and kissing her heatedly. "I've missed you, Ras," he murmured against her lips.

The bluerider created quite the morning diversion, and by the time they reached their breakfast, the eggs and fried meat were stone cold, but it was well worth it, in Rasme's estimation. The pair ate with only sheets wrapped around them, sitting in the middle of Rasme's bed.

"Has Casmari seen you yet?" Rasme asked.

"Are you kidding? And disturb Ragatha at this time of morning?" C'ris shook his head with a rakish grin that, annoyingly to Rasme, made her stomach flutter.

"She'll be thrilled, she's missed you." Their daughter, at nine Turns of age, was used to having access to both parents, but now that she was living with Rasme at Dolphin Cove, and C'ris was still at Far Island, time with her father had been much more sparing.

"We can go pick her up after a bath," the bluerider suggested.

"How are things at Far Island?"

C'ris lifted his shoulders in a shrug. "The same, although much less interesting with you and Casmari gone. You liking the dragon infirmary here?"

"I am," Rasme admitted. "Mostly I just like being a dragonhealer, sans horrifying history that led me to being a retired rider." At Far Island she was always the goldrider whose gold had risen too near to a younger gold, the ensuing fight leaving her Piketh permanently injured and unable to mate.

"I noticed I didn't see any other men's trousers draped on the couch when I came in...." There was a gleam in his eyes.

"I haven't been here long enough to meet anyone I'd like to invite over yet," Rasme said with a saucy lift of her eyebrow.

"No one with my stamina, I'm sure." His smile was all teeth.

Rasme laughed, unable to argue that point. Over the last nine Turns, she had ceased trying to figure out why an extremely virile, much younger than her, bluerider was so insistent on being her lover. She wasn't going to look this incredibly handsome gift in the mouth.

"Thank you for breakfast."

C'ris left the bed, striding about her weyr without a stitch of clothing on as he retrieved a brown wrapped parcel and brought it back to her. "Your gift, my queen."

Tearing the rectangular package open, Rasme ran her fingers over the soft leather-bound journal. A new stylus and inkwell were also included.

"To document your new research here at Dolphin Cove." C'ris said, showing just a slight waver in his normal self-confidence. He knew he could please Rasme in the bed, but sometimes her work was another matter entirely. He had never taken a craft and was a dragonrider through and through, no extra harper lessons or education.

Rasme leaned over their empty breakfast plates and kissed him. "Thank you, they're lovely, and just what I need if I hope to do enough research to earn my master's knots."

"You'll get them. You're the smartest person I know." At Rasme's look, he grinned. "Hey! I know a lot of people." Which was true, the bluerider was the life of many parties.

Setting the gifts on her side table, she moved the plates out of the way and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Alright, now for second breakfast."

C'ris's arms curled around her waist, pulling her down with him into the pillows. "Mhm, second breakfast is my favorite...."

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