When a Gold Takes Flight (Warning PossiblyNC17) (PG-17)

Writers: Kaysea, Rochelle
Date Posted: 8th October 2007

Characters: Tatitem, Corder
Description: Tatitem and Corder give in to their passions during a goldflight
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 5, day 12 of Turn 4
Rating: PG-17

With the temperature only a few degrees above freezing, there were more people than usual lingering in the dining cavern, having a drink or conversation when Tatitem felt the all too familiar urge to appreciate the group of crafters by the wall. She recognized Corder in the group, an occasional lover of hers, and when her mind began exploring memories of him naked she moved her eyes. Others in the room had also recognized the feelings, and some of the tables were making hasty exits, leaving behind trays and mugs in their wake. It was going to take forever to clean, she thought with an inward groan, and swept over to her assistant.

"Shards and shells, why can't the golds rise in the middle of the night?" Appare demanded, picking up a hastily abandoned tray in resignation.

"Do you want to tell a horny gold dragon when she's allowed to rise?" Tatitem asked acerbically, despite her agreement. The weyrfolk would mostly take care of themselves. But there were always weyrlings and candidates and visitors to consider, not to mention the younger children who were sometimes left to wander free by irresponsible parents. "Go to the kitchen. The menu's changed. I don't want anyone near a stove for the next candlemark unless they're completely immune. Cover the breads and let them rise a while longer, and make sure someone watches the ovens. Anyone affected is to leave the kitchen immediately, and make sharding certain sure no one is handling knives during the climax this time!"

Appare grimaced, but nodded and scurried off, pausing only to collect another two nearly empty abandoned trays. Tatitem drifted over to the back wall amid numerous hastily evacuating pairs. There were so many people in the cavern today, she wanted to make sure that nothing went wrong during the excitement - or became irresponsible and decided to make love on the tables or floor again. There was nothing quite like picking bits of ceramic and glass out of overenthusiastic lovers after a goldflight.

Corder felt that familiar urge rising in him; and noticed Forlar had lost his train of thought too. Recognition appeared in one pair of eyes after another, and as one they all turned in different directions. The stirrings were intensifying, "Shaffit, not _now_." he said aloud. He looked around the room, making sure none of his apprentices or journeymen would be caught in the fray, before starting towards the exit.

Turning, he bumped into a familiar body. His senses heightened, he would have recognised her just by touch and smell alone, he held her steady with his hands. "Tati..." her name slipped out on a sigh. "We must stop meeting this way." his voice was deeper and huskier than usual as his lips found her ear, his hands tightened on her hips pulling her closer to him.

"You're telling me." Tati agreed breathlessly as she felt herself being pulled against him. He smelled of marvelous male, his hands rough with callouses and arms strong where they held her to him. Oh, she wanted to!

But she didn't dare. Not yet... "Are all your people out yet?" She asked huskily, hearing the distant cries of dragons drifting through the stone. There was a bit of a scuffle at the door, but before she could do more than catch her breath the matter resolved itself, and the hasty exodus continued.

"I think so..hope so." his voice echoed his distraction. Tati's scent was a distraction in itself, it had been too damned long since he'd bedded her. "Tati, you busy?" he asked, nuzzling into her throat.

Part of him was still aware of where they were, but the more dominant side to him didn't give a damn his needs were becoming more needful. "Your office is closer..." his words muffled by the piece of her ear his teeth had captured. Why did he always wait for some excuse to bed this woman, the stray thought crossed his mind.

She knew what he had in mind. Shards, but it was in her mind too, even as part of her fumed at the power her instincts still held over her now that she was past childbearing age. But she was the Headwoman of Dragonsfall Weyr, and she had a duty to do first. No matter how much she wanted to just rip his clothes off and follow the irresponsible example of so many others.

"I know." She murmured, clenching her hands so that they would not betray her and start exploring him before she was ready to. There were still too many people in the cavern, and some of them were unpaired riders lurking around some visitors. "Wait."

A loud groan escaped him, "Tati..." the whiny voice he heard call her name surprised him, it was his own. He released her, and watched as she made it her duty to ensure the safety of those still in the dining cavern. He could do no more than watch, walking was difficult; he tried to hide the reaction he had from the flight, and the close proximity of Tatitem's body, from anyone who might notice.

His mind filled with the mental images of her womanly body available only to him, which didn't help in calming a certain area of his anatomy. Another groan escaped him as he watched her move from one table to another.

Glancing every few seconds back at Corder, still waiting and clutching the wall, she did a quick circuit of the dining cavern, chasing a few pairs out from corners and one set from under a table. Three of the visitors seemed to have figured out what was going on, and were showing various levels of excitement or disdain. The other two were still looking oblivious, and Tatitem spent part of her growing frustration dispersing the riders and weyrfolk still lingering in that area. A visual check of her son's table showed that it was mostly empty, the few still there experienced enough not to need help dealing with their emotions. The feelings were intensifying as she denied them, and she could hear Corder's groan of frustration as she chased a pair away from the baskets of utensils, a brief vision of them embedded with forks distracting her just enough that she didn't rip the man out of the woman's arms and take him for herself.

Finally she hurried towards Corder, unable to resist any longer. He straightened as she approached, but before he could say anything

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