A Flight Without Wings

Writers: Heather, Suzee
Date Posted: 30th June 2014

Characters: W'ser, Sasima
Description: Check-in with one another after W'ser wins Rorela's flight.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 6, day 26 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: Rorela, G'nir

W'ser

Sasima

W'ser left Rorela after the flight and took a trip by the communal
bathing pools. After a good scrub and a fresh set of clothes, W'ser
decided to go and find Sasima. Sometimes his weyrmate was waiting at
mating flights where Branth was chasing, and most of the time for good
reason since Branth wasn't known for winning many. Today, however,
Branth had finally won and W'ser had been so caught up in the heat of
the flight that he couldn't remember if Sasima had been there or not.

Had she been taken with one of the other flight participants? Was she
still at work? At their weyr? W'ser started by checking their weyr
first.

Perhaps she'd gotten complacent about her abilities to dodge riders in
the flight room. But this one hadn't been like others and when Branth
won the flight she'd been right behind W'ser in the press of bodies
just to make certain he didn't grab another woman in his flight lust.
But this time she got too tangled up and was caught herself. But not
under the influence of flight lust, she left as soon as she was able
and cleaned herself up before returning to the weyr.

"Hi," she said with a wry smiled when he came through the door.

W'ser was glad to find her in their weyr and he crossed the room in a
few strides to wrap his arms around her, "I wanted to check on you.
There were a lot of males in there after Rorela." Not all mating
flights were as heated and lusty or involved stripping greenriders.

"Yes," she said as she hugged him back. "I know. Congratulations," she
smiled. His arms felt good around her and she wouldn't trade them now
for any other pair in the Weyr.

W'ser smiled, glad to face such love and acceptance when he came home
after a flight. It was a lot more than some others received. He had
heard horror stories of jealous weyrmates waiting back at the weyr to
blast their mate when they arrived. As if a flight could be helped.
"Did you leave with anyone?" He asked.

"Not on purpose," she grinned. "I was near you in the press and just a
little surprised when Branth won and that moment cost me the
initiative."

"Were you treated well?" His only concern was that she had been
handled appropriately. W'ser didn't begrudge her for being there at
all, he liked having his weyrmate so close in a mating flight, but he
wouldn't abide someone treating her poorly either.

"Yes," she smiled. "It was G'nir," she assured him. The Weyrleader was
more enthusiastic than rough and that she could handle. Besides his
extensive experience in the flight room made it a pleasurable
experience and one she'd had more than once in the past. All in all,
not a bad second to her preferred weyrmate. "But he had to leave," she
pulled his head down for a soft kiss.

Unlike some who might have been jealous, the brownrider was simply
relieved that it had been their Weyrleader because G'nir was a
trustworthy man, and W'ser had no doubts that he had treated Sasima
well. "I am glad it was him then." He murmured against her lips, reaching up to
cup her face between his hands.

She smiled into his eyes. How lucky was she to have found such a man
this late in life. They understood and accepted one another as they
were. "Come on," she said and started backing toward their bed. "Have
a little flight lust left," her eyes twinkled the question at him. If
he still had some to share, she was more than happy to ease him with
her body. She had the afternoon off and snacks available.

"I do," he answered as he followed her, his hands sliding around her
waist, "not that I need any when it comes to you."

"I'm glad Branth is tired and not chasing another green." She smiled
and dropped the loose red shift she normally wore to the flight room
in a puddle at her feet. "We can enjoy the after flight together," she
said as her legs met the bottom of the bed. She sat on the edge and
her fingers reached for his belt.

W'ser's eyes gazed down over his weyrmate's nude form. He definitely
did _not_ need any flight lust, not where Sasima was concerned. Lust
washed over him anew as he watched her fingers work the worn leather
of his belt, his fingers trailing through her hair.

She soon had his trousers undone and dropped them to the floor to
puddle at his feet. What she saw was very pleasing in deed. "For me,"
she teased.

That generated a smile on the brownrider's face, "Always." He stepped
out of the pants and his shoes all in one practiced movement before
wrapping his arms around his weyrmate and pulling her down onto the
bed with him.

W'ser was doubly grateful that Branth was too tired and satiated from
winning Upinth's flight to even consider trying to fly another green.
Especially when they both knew that he had a snowball's chance in the
sun of winning it. Now W'ser was able to fully enjoy his weyrmate and
not have to
worry about being in a crowded room with other dragonriders.

She squealed in pleasure as they hit the furs and soon had her task
well in hand. All that left over stimulation she could let loose and
share wantonly with her Weyrmate.

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