Afternoon Delight (PG-17)

Writers: Chelle, Eimi
Date Posted: 14th July 2011

Characters: R'mer, Qorri
Description: Qorri gives R'mer a quick little lesson on what a woman wants.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 2, day 27 of Turn 6
Notes: Mentioned: Janani
Rating: PG-17

R'mer always kept his eye out for an excuse to go down to the
Headwoman's office, knowing how she didn't like their little meetings
public. But it made it difficult to make plans when he had to trust on
a chance encounter to see her, or hope that she'd somehow get a message
to him. So when he was asked to run a message to her office, he was
more than happy to take the assignment.

Smoothing his hands through his hair, he straightened his tunic and gave
the door a hard wrap.

"Who is it?" came the usual voice. Qorri was eating her lunch, while
getting away from the noise.

"It's bronzerider R'mer," he called back, glancing down the hall
wondering if someone might be a witness to his ultra-polite response.

"Come in then," she replied, waiting for the door to open as she looked
up from her soup.

"I have a message for you," he said, holding up the hide almost as proof
that he had a reason to be there.

She nodded and reached her hand out for it as she gestured for him to
close the door.

He did so, leaning back against it as he watched her movements. R'mer
tried his best not to undress her with his eyes... Well, noticeably at
least.

She read it and nodded, setting it aside. "I'll send a response later.
Was that all you needed, R'mer?" Such a simple question. And yet...

He shrugged a shoulder, always feeling like a bit of a pervert to tell a
woman straight out he wanted to get her into his bed. She might
_indeed_ think him one if she could have seen the thoughts that had been
running through his mind since the moment he had walked into the room.
Images of her against the door, on the floor, on her desk... "Is there
anything I can do for you?"

"Lock the door," she said quickly.

R'mer didn't have to be told twice. Each one of his fantasies had
started with those very words, and he couldn't help the smile that
spread over his lips as he reached his hand back to do just that.
"Anything else I can do?"

"Come here." She'd leave the rest up to him, but he had to be quick. She
only had so long for lunch until everyone else would come looking for
her.

The bronzerider crossed the distance with surprising speed. Taking her
hand, he pulled her up so he could comfortably wrap his hands around her
waist and kiss her soundly, the blood already pounding in his veins. It
felt so very daring to think he was about to ravage the Headwoman in her
very own office!

"Be quiet. Stone carries," she warned as she returned the kiss and began
to pull up her skirts as she came out of her chair.

"I don't usually make as much noise as you do," he pointed out as he
steered her towards the sofa, figuring that had the most padding and the
least amount of stone.

She leaned back onto it, reclining backward as he came with her. "Mmm..
you had a bubbly for dessert." She could taste it on his lips. And then
she went quiet as she focused on the act.

R'mer tried to be as quiet as possible, apologizing in a hoarse whisper
as he accidentally kicked the table while they switched positions.
Things seemed to be going fast this time. Much faster than usual. It
seemed they hadn't even had time to take their clothes off properly, a
fact that made him feel rather guilty as he leaned his head back against
the cushions, his fingers still wrapped around her rear. "Are you all
right? I mean... was that ok?"

"Oh aye, but you're more than welcome to clean up your mess if you'd
like." She basked in the afterglow a moment, looking up at her glowbasket's
brightness to judge the time.

"Sorry." He peeked around her at the cup that had fallen over on the
table. "But, I mean... You still have your clothes on. Was that too
fast for you? Should I have made it... longer? Somehow?"

"R'mer, sometimes that is what is necessary. People like us-we work.
Sometimes we don't have time for all that nonsense. So it's nice to get
poked and poked and done as long as you know what buttons to push to
hurry the feelings along too." Qorri hoped he understood.

"Really? But I thought girls always wanted to make out for like ten
minutes and then take all their clothes off and... You know, all that."
This was a whole new realm of sex he hadn't quite anticipated!

"Not always. Everyone's different, though. Some women might not like it
rough and ready." She shrugged. "Definitely, though, when you don't have
time, you don't have a choice."

"And those buttons you talked about... Did I hit them all?" He had a
quick romp after a Flight before, but never outside it. This had been
satisfying for him, but could bedding a woman really be so easy?

"Not all of them, but enough. There are different ways of playing with
the same things. Some are more effective than others. Like with you,
there's tasting and touching, both and even hot and cold..." Qorri had
shown him some of that, but not all.

"Hot and cold?" It seemed like Qorri's knowledge and creativity on the
matter was limitless! R'mer wondered if this 'rough and ready' style
might not be something that Janani would be interested in... "So how do
you know when to go slow and when a girl wants you to rush a bit?"

"Read the signals. When you have been with them a few times, you'll
learn their triggers and what they like more. Like me, when I like
something my breathing gets quicker and I start to tremble," Qorri
offered helpfully.

This was something R'mer wanted to practice before trying it with the
Weyrwoman. "Can we do it again? And can you show me what to do?"

"We can, but not here. I've got to go and meet with cook shortly. I can
come and see you tonight?" She mentally ran through what she had to do
later.

"I'll be in my room after the evening watch," he assured her. She
wasn't usually free right after dinner anyway.

"Allright go on then before someone comes looking for you," she teased
as she got up and arranged herself to go see cook.

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