Nothing Good Happens After Midnight (3/3) (PG-17)
Dragonsfall Weyr
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Writers: Duskdog, Sia
Date Posted: 1st June 2024
Characters: Varethos, Zaphare
Description: Varethos and Zaphare's night has an unexpected turn of events.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 7, day 11 of Turn 11
Notes: PG-17 just to be safe for some innuendos & unsafe sex conversation.
Rating: PG-17
Zaphare gave an annoyed huff. She was lying on her side in the empty weyr’s bed, facing very pointedly away from Varethos, arms crossed over her bare chest beneath the blankets.
“I had _one_ rule,” she grumped.
Varethos sat up quickly, turning partially to regard her with a mixture of amusement and horror. His blond hair was mussed and stuck up wildly around his face. He pulled the blankets up around his chest. "I tried! I warned you, but I couldn't get out and you wouldn't _dismount_."
“Details, details.” She gestured exasperatedly, back still turned. “You could’ve warned me sooner. Or louder. Or shoved me.”
She was aware that she was being unreasonable. But whatever, she was still mad.
He touched her arm, nudging her gently. "I didn't think you'd keep going after the first warning- and any louder and I would have alerted the neighbors."
Hmph. The gentle touch and tone was enough to make her anger soften… at least a little bit. She wondered briefly what that said about her. “Yeah, well, I’ve gotta get mine, too.” She looked back over her shoulder at him. “I guess I forgot to be gentle, huh? …Sorry.”
Varethos laughed quietly and grinned back at her. "That's okay, you gotta get yours, too. How are you feeling? I got plenty of dragonrider friends that can take you on a ride. Later, if you'd like to." He considered a second, then added, "If we do this again we need a safe word or something."
“Does it help this soon?” she asked, genuinely uncertain. “But yeah, later for sure would make me feel better. The perks of being at the Weyr -- no need to roll the dice if you don’t want to.” She smirked, and added, “Feeling cocky, huh? Maybe we _will_ do this again.”
"It can't _hurt_ this soon." Varethos replied. "Just a quick trip /between/. One of the benefits of being raised in the Weyr, I guess; I have lots of dragonrider friends that don't mind going for a little jaunt when needed. Not…that I need it. It's more for peace of mind, but that's helpful too, right?" His face grew warm under her gaze, despite still being naked and despite what they'd been doing only a few minutes before. "I said 'if'. I didn't want to presume anything. But yeah, I'd do it again."
“Blushing!” She laughed softly. “You’re absolutely precious. Very cute. And so considerate! Not a lot of guys out there like that.” She paused. “...I’m not being sarcastic. Did I sound sarcastic? Well, I wasn’t trying to be. You might actually be A Genuinely Nice Guy and I have this awful urge to squash you like a bug for no reason at all. Are you sure you don’t want to go back to ‘A History of Dirt’?”
Varethos flushed a deeper red at that. "Thanks…? Don't squash me though, I'm delicate. And then I'll never know how 'A History of Dirt' ends."
“I will try very hard to be gentle with your hot little body and your delicate little heart from here on out,” she promised. “Emphasis on the _try_.”
Last updated on the June 6th 2024