Just another Mating Flight

Writers: Miriah, Paula
Date Posted: 16th February 2014

Characters: Varija, Z'an
Description: Varija's green Rises and Z'an's the lucky winner
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 5, day 6 of Turn 7

Z'an

Attiath's minty-green hide shone almost painfully brightly, while she
blooded her kill.

Varija eyed the males gathering around them with calculating,
predatory look. Which one of them Attiath would choose this time? The
green tended to change mate often.

Z'an stood with the rest of the group, his attention focused on the
woman in front of him. He'd spent time with her before and had refused
her before, but now with Vicarth chasing, he was more than interested
in Varija. He could feel Vicarth's lust for the little green fill his
senses and met Varija's gaze with a heated one of his own.

Attiath took to the air. She was fast and agile, like all greens. She
also had nearly three decades of experience, so she was far from easy
catch. She twisted and turned and flew long for a green before picking
up her mate.

Vicarth eagerly chased, his broader wings sweeping wide in order to
keep pace and out fly the competitors. Though not as wily as the
green, he and his rider's love of flights had given him plenty of
valuable experience. As Attiath swung by him after a particularly
agile twist, he reached, tangled his tail with her own and with a
bugle of triumph, caught her.

Attiath admired his cleverness and gladly accepted Vicarth as her
mate. Her rider was as eager to get close and personal with the
brown's rider.

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The warmth that nestled close to him was sweet and with his eyes still
closed, Z'an nuzzled the soft neck of the woman that lay next to him.
With a murmur of satisfaction, he stretched his legs and yawned,
unwilling to move the arm that draped over the woman's waist.

Varija enjoyed having a male body next to her. After a Flight, she
didn't really care who it was. She let her fingers lazily trace the
muscles on his chest. They were very nice muscles.

Z'an opened his eyes slowly and lifted his head. So...he had won.
Well, he couldn't complain, really. Varija's flights had proven to be
enjoyable before. He patted her hip, his voice pleasant. "That was a
good flight."

"Hello, Z'an. Yes, it was. I'm pleased to see you," Varija purred.

He patted her hip again and sat up, rubbing his face and then scrubbed
a hand through his hair with a yawn. "Yeah..you too..." He glanced
around. "Did we just throw our clothes around?"

"Probably," Varija replied and lifted her body up. Her eyes followed
his every movement.

He couldn't help but notice that her eyes followed him everywhere. He
bent, searching for his pants. "Shaffit." They were not on the floor,
but the couldn't have just disappeared from the flight room. He
glanced around and then saw the leg poking out from the blanket. His
lip corner curled up. "Varija...you're on my pants, love. "

"But it's such a good place to be," Varija said and wiggled her body
invitingly.

He arched a brow and crawled over the bed, chuckling as he tucked a
hand under her legs and lifted her hips upwards. "Yes, I know, but I
need them." He bent to kiss her cheek and then rolled off of the bed
to pull his pants on over his legs.

"Aw, going off so soon?" Varija asked with disappointed voice.
Z'an paused, his hand still on the waist band of his pants as he
turned his head to give Varija and speculative look. "Hmm..." His eyes
flashed with interest. "Well... I suppose I _could_ stay.."

"Yes, you can. Come here and I teach you a thing or two," Varija hold
out her arms for him.
At that he laughed and slipped off his pants again before crawling
back into bed. "More like I'll teach _you_ a think of two."

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