Turning Down Right Side Up

Writers: Clancey, Heather
Date Posted: 10th August 2014

Characters: R'yin, Payje
Description: R'yin meets someone in the hall after he left Ciara and finds a willing partner to help him forget her... for a little while.
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 7, day 4 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: Ciara; Follows Down, Down, Down

Payje hummed softly to herself as she passed through the corridors
toward her weyr. Ysavath was washed, oiled, and preening on her ledge,
and Payje had just finished up her own bath in the communal bathing
pools. Her short hair was still combed back in its dampness and she
had a good book waiting for her on her bedside table that she had been
thinking about all day. There was nothing wrong with being a hopeless
romantic, right?

She shoved her hands in her pockets, and glanced up as she realized a
brownrider was coming down the corridor as well. It was a pretty
narrow place, but she turned her shoulders to hopefully give him room
to pass.

R'yin's blood still burned some, but he was trying to walk it off.

When he saw a freshly washed greenrider approaching from the other
direction, his mind and body reacted faster than he anticipated.

He didn't recognize her, but that didn't mean much. He kept to
himself and his own wing largely.

He considered her as she turned and he turned with her, but instead of
avoiding each other, they ran smack into one another as he turned the
same way as her. Their bodies collided and the touch ignited the
spillover from being rejected by Ciara again.

What _was_ it he didn't have that would make her choose him!?

He froze where he was pressed up against the lovely, fresh and
interesting greenrider.

His eyes darkened and he didn't back away from her. "Hello... are you
busy right now....?" His skin was warm and his face flushed.

Payje knew that look in the man's eyes, she had seen it plenty of
times over the Turns. Not a prude by any means, Payje normally
perferred sex with someone she was better acquainted with... however,
this handsome, dark-eyed brownrider struck a chord within her. Despite
having no flight lust of her own, the petite greenrider found her body
quickly reacting to him.

"No," she answered back, looking up at him, "but I could be." There
was a hint of a smile.

"I'm R'yin.... if you want to come to my weyr... we can get to know
each other. " His fingers slipped into a caress of her arm then up to
her cheek. He could hold the lust at bay easily enough; it was just a
green flight. But he felt empty and unfulfilled after Ciara returned
to her weyrmate. He hadn't expected anything different but it didn't
stop the empty neediness to find someone who could make him feel
something pleasant. The hurt would disappear in this greenrider's
willing body.

If she was willing.

It was so unlike him to have a random encounter like this one, but she
was lovely and sweet.

He was a little embarassed, but added in a soft voice, "You won't
regret it... and it would mean alot to me."

Payje figured why not. The man was handsome and seemed nice enough,
"Then lead the way, brownrider." She flashed a smile up at him as she
looped her arm through his.

He took her with him to his weyr, letting Aerrath's contentment seep
into him and fire the remaining lust in his body.

Once inside his weyr, he led her to his couch, his fingers tracing her
side and her face. "Thank you beautiful lady..." He pulled her closer
and kissed her, trying to keep his gentleness, but it wasn't working.
Her simple willingness to go with someone she barely knew and be so
open was creating a need that was fast outstripping his ability to go
slowly and carefully.

He whispered softly, "I don't know how slow I can go... the first
time..." he pressed a kiss to her neck running his hands up her sides
and under her shirt, caressing.

Payje found she had no shortage of desire pooling in her stomach, and
her fingers hooked themselves into his belt as she said against his
lips, "Then go fast." She urged, thinking it had been too long since
she had done something so spontaneous.

"That I can do..." and he began to strip her out of her clothes. He
let his hands play across her skin, bared as he stripped her, settling
her more firmly against him.

HIs way of loving was easy and slow, but rich, like a fine wine.
Not flashy, but full of warmth. He let his desire for her flow
through every kiss, and his appreciation for her being willing to
spend time with him.

He shifted their positions until they were he was laying atop her on
his couch, with every part of her within easy reach.

Finally, he pressed his lips to hers with a soft moan of barely held
in check desire, his hands moving of their own accord, his lips
chasing them as he explored her fresh, new, interesting body.

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