An Insatiable Appetite

Writers: Heather, Suzee
Date Posted: 13th February 2014

Characters: W'ser, Sasima
Description: Sasima brings W'ser lunch, but he's craving dessert first.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 5, day 9 of Turn 7

W'ser

Sasima

W'ser's belly was just beginning to growl when the door to his office
opened and his lovely weyrmate came in, a basket on her arm filled
with what he, hoped, was food. "Now this is a pleasant surprise." He
shuffled some of his papers and set them aside.

She smiled and closed the door behind her. "You've been skipping meals
you know." She gave him 'the look' and set down her basket of goodies.
"So I thought I'd bring you something."

Pushing up from his desk, W'ser cleared the area so that none of the
food ended up on patients' records. Once that was taken care of, he
came around behind Sasima and wrapped his arms around her, "And
perhaps my delectable weyrmate for dessert?" He asked, nuzzling the
crook of her neck with his nose before pressing a kiss to the delicate
skin there.

She chuckled and reached an arm behind her to caress the back of his
head. Then she turned in his arms. "You're always hungry," she
murmured.

W'ser smiled at that, "Well, when you have a weyrmate like I do you
find that your appetite is insatiable." The dragonhealer had waited a
long time for a weyrmate and now he definitely saw what all of the
fuss was about. He loved having Sasima all to himself.

"I like insatiable," she returned. "It matches my feelings for you."

He kissed her then, the food on his desk quite forgotten as wove his
fingers into her hair, pinning her lips beneath his own.

She giggled then sighed and wrapped herself around him. Sasima was a
deeply sensual being and he knew all her buttons. Her small frame fit
snugly against his without reservation. When they came up for breath
she said one word. "Couch."

W'ser chuckled against her lips as he lifted her quite easily and
carried her to the couch. He did not let her go, however, he sat down,
keeping her on his lap as he brought her face down for another kiss.

"Your lunch is getting cold," she said with a grin when she came up for air.

"I have something here much better than food right here." He said,
heatedly running his hand down the ladder of her ribs.

"Morning, noon, and night, huh?" she chuckled. "Well I guess you were
hungry for a long time. I'd have made my move sooner had I known you
had all this pent up energy."

W'ser's grin was broad as he tossed back his head and laughed, "Woman,
shardit, I am trying to make love to you right now." He growled
playfully and nipped at the lobe of her right ear.

"Right," she laughed in response and pulled him closer, shutting her
mouth and opening something else to wrap around him in welcome. Though
it wasn't something that crossed her mind in that moment, his sense of
humor was one of the most attractive things about W'ser. Sasima
counted herself lucky to have found him like she did.

~*~

W'ser watched Sasima as she got dressed and fixed her hair after their
midday love making. It wasn't often that he got to catch her in such a
moment since she was usually busy elsewhere in the Weyr. He loved the
way she looked when her hair was mussed with her lips slightly swollen
from their kisses. "Now I am ready to have some food." He smiled as
he finished rolling his sleeves up to his elbows.

The threw a coy look over her shoulder. "Good," she said. "I'd hate
to take the tray back to the headwoman uneaten. She does worry about
you you know."

The Weyrdragonhealer cocked an eyebrow, "Worry about me? Why?" He
stamped into his boots before tucking his tunic in and cinching his
belt.

"Because you work too hard and forget to eat. Or do you think your
full tray's just evaporate into thin air without anyone the wiser?"
She made a cute face at him. She had personally resolved to make
certain he was keeping his strength when he didn't side step her
efforts.

W'ser had the decency to look chagrined as he put a hand to the back
of his neck, "I didn't realize my trays were being watched. In my
defense sometimes I get busy or a patient comes in and I don't have
time to eat."

"I know," she said a little less sharply. "And that is why we worry."
She shrugged. "So eat," she pointed at the tray on his desk, "And I'll
be back for the tray." She wasn't quite sure if that was a promise or
a threat.

"Yes ma'am." W'ser said, wrapping an arm around Sasima's waist and
pulling her up against him for one last kiss before he sat down behind
his desk, "I promise to clean my plate." He winked.

"Good," she winked back and was gone in a whirl of skirts.

Last updated on the March 15th 2014

Welcome to Triad Weyrs!

An Insatiable Appetite