Perfect

Writers: Bree, Eimi
Date Posted: 24th February 2007

Characters: D'cal, Dyaera
Description: Tilarth decides to force D'cal and Dyaera to make up in a fairly unusual way.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 2, day 8 of Turn 4

Dyaera woke slowly, aware at first only of a feeling of intense satisfaction and lazy pleasure. Her dragon's self-satisfied thoughts followed slowly, pleasure and happiness and sleepiness and over all of it--smugness.

}:Aosorath was not the fastest. But they make us happy.:{ Tilarth's words were a soft whisper in her mind as she drifted awake, only now feeling the body tangled so comfortably against hers.

D'cal was still in a daze, experiencing a feeling he had never felt before. Flight lust had always been intense before, but with always with an edge of frustration. But _winning_ a flight... that was pure mind and body numbing ecstasy. He grunted slightly when he felt the body next to him shift, mostly because it was the most articulation he could manage at that moment. Shards, how could she even move after that? He tightening his arms around her, wishing she would just lay still so he could enjoy the moment just a little longer.

Dyaera winced and squirmed a little until his arms weren't pressing anyplace sore. "Watch out for the scars," she murmured into his shoulder as she slid an arm around his waist. Tired and sore as she was, she couldn't quite stop the movement from becoming a caress. Not when it was D'cal, and not after what they'd just shared... Shards, her knees felt quivery just at the memory.

"Did I hurt you?" he mumbled, thinking his voice should sound more concerned, but he just was too content to work up the needed energy. Amazingly, his fingers did seem to have the strength to draw tiny circles along her back, and from the way her touch was making him feel, he was pretty sure he'd find reserves of strength soon enough.

"Mmm, I can't tell yet..." She laughed and kissed his chest lightly.
"Have you ever felt anything more perfect?"

"No," he managed to grin. "This is perfect." **This is how it should be...**

}:We are happy. You are happy. We have made everyone very happy,:{ his little blue beamed. D'cal could just imagine that their lifemates were curled up together much like he and Dyaera were right then. Yes, this was exactly how things aught to be, forever.

Dyaera's fingers wandered up his chest and traced along his chin. "I wish we didn't fight so much, D'cal. No one else ever makes me feel like you do."

He let out a long sigh, closing his eyes and leaning into her touch. "I just... I wish things could be like this always. Just us. It feels so right when it's just us. I love you Dyaera. I always have."

She hesitated and then touched her lips softly to fingers. "I don't really know what love is. But I know it hurts when you're mad at me."

His thumb traced the contours of her mouth. "It hurts me too." Dyaera smiled against his hand. "Let's try to fight less, then." And because she had her own ideas about what they could do instead of fight, she parted her lips and caught his thumb between her teeth.

D'cal's reply was lost as his body's reaction to that simple touch took him by surprise. He was suddenly very aware of every inch of skin that came into contact with hers, and all sorts of thoughts ran through his mind. "Is it always like this? After?" he finally found the voice to ask.

"Sometimes it's nice," she admitted, her voice a little breathless from desire as her fingers slid back down his body. "But it's... it's never been quite like this." And she didn't want it to stop. Shards, she'd stay in here all day with him.

"Well," he breathed, very much aware of her fingers. And her smell. And the sound of her breathing mixing with the sound of his own heart in his ears. "Maybe it can always be this way." It took very little convincing for D'cal to come to the conclusion that winning Dyaera's Flight felt much better than losing it.

Dyaera made a noise that sounded like a whimper. "Shards, I want you so bad."

Those words alone were enough to produce a powerful response in him, not just bodily, but something much deeper. She wanted him. And he knew by the sound in her voice, by the look in her eyes, by the feelings he felt that it wasn't all just dragonlust. She wanted _him_. And in that moment, as his fingers buried in her hair and his lips found hers, there was nothing he wanted more than to give himself to her. All of him.

Last updated on the February 24th 2007

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