Wherever She Would Lead

Writers: Dana, Eimi
Date Posted: 3rd December 2005

Characters: Larken, Ojisan
Description: After braving the halls once they leave the Harper festivities, Ojisan and his wife finally make it back to their weyr, and another side to Larken peeks through...
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 8, day 28 of Turn 3

Perhaps Larken had had a little too much to drink at the feast. Her steps were not really evenly placed, and she was holding on to her husband's arm a little tighter than perhaps she usually did. But the wine had been so good...and she just couldn't've restrained herself even if she'd _wanted_
to. Although she'd been having such a good time eating good food and drinking good wine and meeting all sorts of interesting and intruiging individuals, she'd been a little relieved when Ojisan had pulled her gently aside and suggested that maybe they should turn in for the night.

They hadn't been the only couple who'd left "early." Or so the dragonriders called this time of night.

Her heightened sense of hearing could pick up sounds coming from around the corner, and Larken adverted her eyes just in time to avoid seeing the enthusastic couple enjoying each other. Her cheeks flushed as Ojisan hurried them past the young man and woman. Larken knew it would take her a long time to become accustomed to how...free...these weyrpeople were with their emotions in public.

The journeyman was relieved when he got them back to their own apartments.
He had never seen Larken so drunk and it concerned him. Perhaps he would have to watch her a bit more closely at the next feast. The food and wine flowed and she was too young to realize her limits. Perhaps he could find a lady who would be willing to stay with her and keep her company while he was playing so she wouldn't be so tempted to follow the crowd.

She gave him a lazy smile as he sat them both on the sofa. "That was fun, Ojisan..."

He could not blame her for her current state. They would both know better next time. Ojisan was just happy that he had gotten her out of there before it could be worse. "I'm glad you had fun, my love. Did you dance at all?"

She nodded, leaning into the back of the couch. "I did." She had quite a few times, but all the faces of her partners were blurring together...
"You played very well tonight, I thought..."

"Thank you love." He looked down at the thick calouses on the ends of his fingertips, still bearing red-line dents in the from pressing the strings for so many sets. "Next time more journeyman will be prepared to play sets of their own. At least we might have a few more instruments for them to practice on, which would help."

"Mm-hmmmm," Larken nodded, slowly inching closer so she could look at his hands better. Gently she took one in hers, running a light finger over the dents, frowning. "These look like they hurt, Ojisan."

He smiled as he watched her long graceful fingers run lightly over his own thick fingers. "They did when I was an apprentice. Trust me, they haven't hurt in turns."

She brought the fingers to her lips, brushing them first across her upper lip, then her lower, then both together. A warmth was beginning to build within her, a warmth brought on by the wine, the memory of the other couples, and the proximity of her husband.

Ojisan was also feeling the heat as his fingers caressed her lips. Or was it the other way around? In all their five turns of marriage, Larken had never been so forward outside the bedchamber. He knew it was the alcohol, and part of him wondered if he shouldn't put her to bed to sleep it off. But another part of him was selfishly hopeful that she knew what she was doing to him - that she was doing it on purpose.

Larken sighed, her lips parting as the tip of her tongue slid out to slightly touch the tip of his index finger. Her eyes, brightened from the wine in the dim light of the room, met his. Her cheeks were flushed, her dark hair falling from behind her shoulders to drift like a dark cloud around her face. Then she did it again without looking away from his face.

Her husband's jaw dropped slightly and his eyes looked intently into hers.
He breath caught in his chest as he recognized the glint in her eyes.
Was it the wine or the Weyr that lead her to such behavior? Part of him was shocked, another part intriged, but most of him was lost in a sudden aching desire for her that didn't care where her boldness was comming from and was ready to follow her wherever she would lead.

Last updated on the December 3rd 2005

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