As Long As He Was Something

Writers: Dana, Eimi
Date Posted: 31st March 2007

Characters: Larken, M'tone
Description: M'tone and Larken take the time to lounge as lovers do
Location: Elsewhere on Pern
Date: month 2, day 28 of Turn 4
Notes: Follows "I've Missed You"

M'tone ignored the blades of long grass that tickled his back. He was barely aware of the sound of the little creek bubbling down a shallow rapid, or the wind rustling the leaves. All he could think about was how soft Larken's skin felt under his fingers, how comfortable her body was nestled up against his own. And her eyes. Those beautiful, unguarded eyes that looked up at him with such trust and warmth. They were both silent for a long time, delighting in the wonder of each other, silently reliving every moment that had passed between them.

Larken was the first one to move. The grass beneath her rustled as she rolled over enough so she could prop herself up on a forearm, and she looked down into his face. His lashes fluttered as she ran a wondering finger down the line of his chest, and she leaned down to kiss him there, resting her cheek against his smooth skin. She couldn't recall a time when she'd felt so blissfully happy. It was more than basking in the warm afterglow of loving. It was more than that.

He wrapped his strong arms around her. "I wish we could stay here forever," he whispered. M'tone had been waiting for this moment for so long. He had his eye on Larken for months, and always there had been something between them. Husbands, society, rules, guilt. But now there was nothing between them. Absolutely nothing. He knew all of her now, and she had enthusiastically discovered all of him. And it all felt so sharding _right_, no matter what her husband or her Hallbred morals would say.

"Mmmmm... And make time stand still." Then a smile tugged at her lips and she lifted her head to look down at him. "Sounds like we're reciting lines from 'Flowers For Belior.'"

"'True love is never false'", he smiled as he pulled her down to caress her neck with his lips. That seemed so long ago, that day he'd stolen her silly romance novel on the beach. "We don't need harper tales anymore,"
he whispered, nipping lightly at her throat.

"You sure?" she teased, closing her eyes and tilting her head slightly so he could continue his attentions without hindrance. "Not even for inspiration?" It was truly amazing how easily the light teases and quick quips fell from her lips. Despite everything they had gone through over the past months, and the prolonged moments of passion they had just experienced together for the first time, they were speaking as though they've always been together like this.

He leaned back and chuckled softly. "Are you accusing me of being uninspired?"

She blushed and dropped her eyes. "Would I do that to you?"

"I don't know," he smiled, his hands caressing teasingly along her sides. "But if you did I'd just have to prove you wrong, that's all."

A slow grin spread across her lips and the color in her cheeks deepened. "I think I'd like that," she murmured, plucking a blade of grass from his tousled hair and trailing it across his cheek. "Very much."

M'tone smiled at her playfulness. He couldn't help but wonder if she and Ojisan were this way. It was funny, but M'tone didn't envy the man really, even though he knew Larken would have to go home to him every night. He actually rather pitied him, for despite the fact that she cared for her husband, it was obvious he wasn't everything she needed. M'tone didn't know if he was everything either, but it didn't matter. Not really. Just as long as he was _something_.

He rolled her over and propped himself up on an elbow so he could look down on her. His eyes drank in the sight of her, and he let her see the appreciation in them. "You are so beautiful, Larken. So very beautiful."
She had kept so much of herself a mystery to him. Now, all those assets he had unashamedly imagined were laid literally bare before him and he let his gaze and his hands show her just how much he enjoyed the truth of it all. M'tone didn't need a book for inspiration. It was all right there in front of him.

He held her eyes with his, and he wouldn't let her look away. Modesty begged her to turn her face, or to at least close her eyes like she had before when the sensuality became almost too much to bear, but every time she found her gaze slipping from his, he would touch her cheek, gently bringing her line of sight back to his again. And so they watched each other, gazes intent. And she realized suddenly, as he brought one hand up to bury itself in her dark hair, that this was his way of encouraging her to not hold back from him...to not be ashamed or even afraid of what she was feeling. "M'tone..."

The brownrider didn't want to hear it. Whatever she wanted to say, he didn't want to risk that the next words to come out of her mouth would be another excuse, another lecture on the difference between Hall and Weyr. She had wavered too many times before. But they had crossed that final line when she shyly allowed him to peel the clothes from her, layer after layer, when she finally gave up the fight and responded with a passion she had never allowed herself to feel before. M'tone stifled her words under a blazing hot kiss. He was determined to show her just how right being in the wrong could really feel.

Last updated on the March 31st 2007

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