Company for Turn's End (PG-17)

Writers: Ames, Eimi
Date Posted: 19th April 2011

Characters: R'mer, Janani
Description: R'mer keeps Janani company on Turn's End
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 13, day 29 of Turn 5
Rating: PG-17

R'mer ran a quick hand through his hair as he walked back into the main
dinning hall. There were still quite a few people milling about, though
the food was pretty much picked through and cold. He had finished his
transport duties for the evening and was no ready to join what was left
of the party. Well, at least grab a bite, a beer, and a nice corner to
watch the goings on, at least.

Janani _had_ enjoyed her evening, dancing, talking, and partying with
all the weyrfolk. Now, however, as the party had begun to die down, she
found herself sitting, watching some of those who were still partying
strong. N'vanik had left with his weyrmate, and many of the others, too,
had headed off to celebrate the last candlemarks of the night with
someone close to them. Janani, though, had stayed, having noone in
particular to join her. She knew she could have easily snagged any of
the men in the hall, but honestly, she wasn't in the mood for all the
pleasantries that went with a first time with someone. She'd just gotten
herself another
drink and a few snacks when a figure moving through the hall caught her
eye. Ah, R'mer. She hadn't seen him for most of the night. She wondered
what
his plans for the rest of the evening might be.

The bronzerider could sense eyes on him and turned towards the source of
the feeling. He blushed a little when he noticed it was no less than
the Weyrwoman. Smiling shyly, he gave her an acknowledging nod with a
raise of his glass. Shards she looked good!

She raised her own glass and then gave him a motion that indicated he
could join her if he chose. She was curious if he would or if he had
other plans for the rest of the evening.

R'mer saw her gesture, and couldn't help but look around, as if afraid
that the whole room would stop and stare at them at that moment. But no
one cared. He knew it was ridiculous, but it was one thing to bed the
Weyrwoman in private, quite another to make a public show of it. Qorri
never talk to him in public, he was sure! Taking a deep breath he moved
closer. "Happy Turns End... ma'am," he added, just in case anyone was
listening.

"And to you, R'mer. Would you care to sit and chat a bit?" She asked,
always willing to talk to any of the riders, especially ones whose
company she enjoyed. "You seem to be arriving a bit late to the party.
Alot of the
others have already come and gone for the night." She was curious what
he had been doing before he'd come.

"I had transport duty," he said, sitting down beside her. R'mer was
careful not to sit on her dress. "A Lord Holder's son."

"Ah," She replied, thankful she hadn't ever really had to do transport
duty. It was not something that the gold dragons did much at all. "At
least you'll have some time to enjoy the celebrations now. I don't want
to keep you if you have big plans for the party. Meeting someone
perhaps?"

R'mer cast his eyes around the room before shaking his head. "Hardly
anyone left to meet, looks like."

"That is true," she replied, fingering her glass and noting it was now
nearly empty. "I've been here for candlemarks. Truth be told, I've just
about had my fill of the partying. Now, I just wish I didn't have a
giant weyr to go back to all by myself." Janani looked up at him through
her eyelashes, wondering if he would make a move or if she would have
to.

He had seen that look in her eye before, and it brought a slight flush
to his face as the very thought pushed blood through his veins a little
faster. "Well, you don't _have_ to go back alone... If you don't want
to..."

She leaned forward and trailed her fingers along his arm. "I wouldn't
mind some good company," she whispered into his ear before sitting back
up and giving him a sultry smile. "But I wouldn't want to pull you away
from the party until you were nice and _ready_," she emphasized the last
word, already feeling her body reacting to what she hoped would come.

"I'm ready," he assured her. Giving the room a wave he added, "This is
all winding down anyway. There are other ways to celebrate a new Turn."
The bronzerider was already imagining a few, and they all started
with peeling that gorgeous dress off of her body.

"Well, then," Janani replied, rising from her seat. Her dress showing
off her curves as she stood. Moving to his side, she linked arms with
him. "Let's go to my place this time, shall we?" And with ease she led
him out of the room to her private weyr. It was much larger than the one
he
resided in, one of the perks of being Weyrwoman. "Now then," she said as
they entered, turning to face him. "I'm glad to have such wonderful
company
tonight," she said her voice deep and sultry, her body inviting.

R'mer's eyes were taking in the relative splendor of the Weyrwoman's
living space. It was certainly a far cry more than _he'd_ ever had.
"Shards, I think my whole family lived in a place not much bigger than
this!" he breathed, turning around to try to take it all in.

"Aye, I know what you mean. I didn't come from much before either. It's
amazing how life takes its twists and turns," she reached her fingers up
to rest on his arm. "Now then, shall we chat or shall we spend this
evening in a much _better_ way?" Her eyes were full of that glimmer of
desire
and need.

He realized he had come here to perform a service, and he was wasting
time. And opportunity! Stepping up closer to her, he wrapped his
fingers around her waste. "You might have to explain a little, but...
What's your Turns End wish?"

She murmured happily when he pulled her towards him. "To never find my
bed empty," she whispered in his ear as her tongue flicked out to
moisten
the hanging lobe. "I don't like being lonely," she added pressing them
together as she pulled back, her mouth mere inches from his. "Come fill
my bed,
R'mer."

Shards, she knew how to drive man a little crazy, he thought as his lips
sought hers hungrily. He would fill her bed as long and in as many ways
as she liked when she talked to him like that! It made his head swim,
but in a very pleasant way. R'mer wanted more. "Where's your bed?" he
finally whispered huskily when he pulled back slightly.

She tugged his hand. Her lips curled happily that he was so eager and
willing. "Come," she murmured, pulling him to the back of the weyr with
her. When she was only inches from the bed, she turned and wrapped her
own
arms around him. Her mouth moved towards his with ease, driving the
kisses
deeper. When she pulled back, she was breathing heavily. "Unbutton me,
will you?" She asked, turning and pulling her hair off her neck so he
could
see the closures on the back of her dress.

He reached out to do as she asked, and the first button slipped easily
out of the whole, exposing a small "v" of skin. The second, however,
holding the fabric tighter around the chest, was proving difficult. The
cloth was tight, the hole was small, and his fingers were clumsy with
haste and excitement. "Shards," he growled under his breath as he
fought with the fastening.

"Stuck?" She asked feeling him tug on the material. It was _not_ an easy
dress to get into or out of, but it really showed off her figure so well
she adored it. "Here, you hold my hair and I'll try and get it free." She
reached behind her, directing his hand to the back of her neck,
shivering with delight when she felt his fingers there. She stretched her arms
behind her and tried to reach the button herself, it was _not_ an easy task.
"Shardit," she muttered herself, not quite reaching it. "I might need to
get the drudge who helped button it in here to undo the thing!" Janani
wanted to stamp her feet in frustration.

R'mer certainly didn't want to call anyone else in on their little
celebration! Besides, they probably wouldn't appreciate having to break
off their own private parties to help the Weyrwoman. Stepping back for
a moment, he considered the problem for a moment. He'd run into similar
problems on the far with bags or bales with knots too tight to untie.
He couldn't afford to waste rope, so he had learned how to release a bit
of tension so he could work the knot without cutting it.

"I think I have an idea." He reached around her body, placing both
hands on her chest gently squeezing them closer to her body so as to
release some of the tension in the fabric. "It should be easier to undo
now. Can you reach?"

"Oh," she let out a breath of pure delight at the way his hands felt
against her chest. She wanted nothing more than to have his hands
_actually_ on them without the fabric separating them. Janani reached
behind her to the button, her breasts pressing against his hands as
she did so. The button popped free.

"It's done," she murmured, moving her hand back to the front and
resting it on one of his. "But I _like_ your hands where they are,"
she breathed.

As the fabric loosened, her breasts filled his hands in a way that made
his breath hitch. He liked the feeling too. Gently he began kneading
them, nuzzling her neck softly. But as good as it felt, he knew that it
was just a taste of what was to come. "If I keep my hands here, we'll
never get your dress off of you, you know."

Janani moaned sensuously as his hands worked her breasts. Her head
leaning back against him as she sighed with sure pleasure.

"Take it off," she breathed out, her eyes closed as she savored the feel
of his hands cupping, kneading, arousing her.

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