Too Fast

Writers: Dana, Eimi
Date Posted: 8th September 2006

Characters: Larken, M'tone
Description: After drills are over, Larken comes back to M'tone's weyr...and lays down the law. Sort of.
Location: Harper Hall
Date: month 13, day 22 of Turn 3
Notes: Follows "Some Good Morning Kiss!"

"How were drills today?" Larken asked once M'tone joined her on the sofa.
His hair still looked damp from the bath he must have taken, and shards, but he smelled nice.

"Long. Boring. I couldn't wait for them to end." He traced a finger along her cheek. The brownrider had been spending the entire day counting down the candlemarks until he could be with Larken again, and pick up where they had to so annoyingly leave off that morning.

Smiling, she leaned into his small caress. When she was here, with him, it was hard to remember that she should be feeling guilty. But Larken was young, and completely wrapped up in the way he could make her feel. And there was nothing here in this weyr to bring her back to reality--to remind her she was a married woman. "I couldn't wait for them to end either."

M'tone smiled at her knowingly and pulled her closer, kissing her neck softly. He felt no guilt at all about kissing a woman who supposedly belonged to another man. It was her choice, and for now she had chosen _him_, and that fact alone made him feel sharding good.

"Mmm.... You smell good," she murmured in his ear, hands tentatively reaching out ro rest on his arms.

"You _taste_ good." He nibbled her shoulder for emphasis.

Giggling, she scrunched up her shoulder, trying to evade his lips.
"M'tone, that _tickles_!" Grinning, she pressed a hand to his cheek to turn his face to hers. Then, before she knew it, she was kissing him--and it wasn't a very chaste kiss, either.

He reciprocated the kiss hungrily. M'tone's fingers slipped under the hem of her tunic, tracing teasing circles along her lower back. She was so soft...

Larken shivered at the touch, surrendering herself to the sensation.
Shards....she never knew kissing a man could be like this! Where his touch alone could make her shiver like that, but added to the caressing of his lips.... It made her burn. Pressing herself closer against him, she wrapped her arms around his neck, one hand slipping into his damp hair, grasping the thick wealth of it.

The brownrider pulled back enough to murmer her name, his voice low and huskey with building desire. He kissed her jaw and worked his way down along her windpipe - passionate enough to keep up the intensity of the moment, but not enough to leave any marks. M'tone knew better than that.

She let out a soft noise, head tipping back, long hair sweeping over his arms as she let him kiss her there. It was a good thing she was sitting down. If she'd been standing, her knees certainly would have given out long before not. The hand in his hair tightened as she felt his teeth nip a more sensitive area, and she caught her lip between her teeth.
Faranth...

His lips didn't stop at her collarbones. He traced the openning of her tunic and reached up to pull on the first tie when he ran out of skin.

Larken stiffened.

M'tone didn't notice as he slipped the first tie and reached for the second. He was too intent on what he was doing, what he was feeling, and what he assumed she was feeling too.

There was a part of her that wanted him to continue down the path they were heading for, a path full of wonderful sensations produced by hands, lips, teeth and tongues. But the other part of her--the more dominant part--knew it just wasn't right. Not here. Not now. Not... "No!"
Larken pushed at his shoulders, grabbing her shirt to hold it closed. Her cheeks were flushed as she looked at him, and her blue eyes were hazy with lust, but clearing with each passing moment. "No, M'tone."

"What?" he asked, pulling back in surprise. "Larken, what is it?"

She shook her head, flushing, fingers tightening around the laces.
"Don't. I can't."

Shards. Not this again. "Larken I... What do you _want_ from me?" he tried to say it as gently as he could, but he was in a rather frustrating position.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, fingers trembling terribly as she tried to lace her blouse up again. "I just... M'tone, it's too fast." Her husband's face floated in her mind, and she squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head to try and clear it. "I'm sorry." Too ashamed to even look at him, she continued to try and get those sharding laces through the holes, but her fingers weren't obeying her command! What he must think of her...

The brownrider could see how upset she was and he felt a stab of guilt at being such a cad. She might have wanted it as much as he did, but he had to remember she still had turns of sharding propriety to wade through.
"All right, all right," he said softly, taking both of her trembling hands in his. "It's all right Larken. Calm down. We can stop. I... don't mind, really."

Her blue eyes were stark when she glanced up at him. "Yes you do."

"Well, on some levels I do," he nodded. "But I think you mind the same way I do. I want you, Larken, but I want you to be willing, and I can see that it's hard for you right now. We can go as slow as you need to."

Perhaps a part of her should have been worried about him assuming she'd make love with him in the end, but really, wasn't his assumption correct? For wasn't that what they were heading for? Pushing away those confusing questions, she gathered her courage to look up into his face--to really look and search his eyes. Did he truly mean it?

He could see the question in her eyes and understood as clearly as if the words where spoke aloud. "Whatever you want, Larken," he promised, kissing each of her hands softly in turn as if to seal that promise.
"Tell me what to do."

Shifting in close, Larken curled herself up in his arms, head resting tentatively on his chest. "Maybe...we could sit like this? For a while?"

"Of course we can," he murmured, wrapping his arms around her. The brownrider breathed deeply, trying to calm himself down, though it was quite the task with her so close.

Quietly she rubbed her cheek against him. Larken wasn't ignorant in the ways of a man's body--after five Turns of marriage, how could she be? And she could guess at how much self-control M'tone was exerting to...slow down, and hold her like this. The fact that he was willing to, for her sake, helped her relax. A small smile touched her lips. This was right.

Last updated on the September 10th 2006

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