[PRP]Rough 'n Tumble Night(Onasta&Henwas)

[BastetAmun]

Gold Flights, they really were an exciting time for a Weyr and the surrounding holds. When a Gold took flight, everyone noticed, how could they not with the large body of browns and bronzes chasing after and the lust that clouded over every ones minds from the lovely lady and her pursuers. He was use to it and it wasn't strange that Henwas had moved through the weyr, looking to catch someone himself. The feelings flooding him, he was use to and he enjoyed it as well, it was always fun to throw down with a girl, or woman, and just let a load off.

Who he found, he didn't care, but it had been a fun night. Something about the storm that raged outside must have made things get a bit rough, but he enjoyed that even more. Biting, clawing, it was so animalistic that reminiscing about last night sent shivers down his spine and a wanting in his loins, and he didn't even know who his partner was.

Emerald eyes opened, narrowed as he sat up slowly, not wanting to wake up his sleeping partner yet, and scanned the room. He wasn't in the candidate barracks, or someone's quarters, this appeared to be a weyr. He smirked some at the thought. He had managed to catch a dragonrider, how fun. He wondered what dragon she rode, it wasn't strange to see women on browns or blues at western. If so, had her dragon partaken in the chase.

All these thoughts moved through his mind as he finally turned his head to look at his sleeping bedmate. Another smirk, she wasn't bad looking, that was good. He hated when he lost control of himself and ended up with someone quiet ugly, it just wasn't fitting for him. Of course, now with a clear head, he wondered what she would think of last night. He had scratches on his chest from her and they still stung some when he ran his hand over it, eyes moving to look at where a curtain was hiding a dragon from view, a part of him wanted to get a closer look.

Hattaki

Hope this works. I'm sorry about him, btw. lol.

 

[Hattaki]

It was not the pain that cut through her head or shoulders that woke Onasta, it was the feeling of a breeze that ran from the bottom of her fiery hair to the small of her back. A breeze that would not have been there under normal circumstances, given that she always pulled something over the brand between her shoulder blades, over the secrets of her past. It seemed foolish, as she had felt the bed move below her just as she awoke, so she knew that the man behind her had surely seen the ruined patch on her skin already. Lifting an arm slowly, she pulled the blanket from just above her curved hips and slid it up the arch of her side to cover her chest and twisted to face him completely.

Her ice blue eyes took in the man before her with a forced calmness. Not a man, a teenager just barely grown into his height, if not still growing fully. Her eyes gave him the full once over and despite the disparity in age, Onasta was impressed. With her minuscule size it was easy to be impressed by height, but as she had Jibasth no one ever seemed truly large anymore if they ever had. She could bring them down to her level quite effectively if she had to. That always made men seem smaller before her.

Flickers of memory and feelings passed through her memory, a memory bogged down by flight lust that had driven her past her normal control. It had taken all she'd had just to keep Jibasth from rising for Vimiath, only her fear for his safety in the lightning filled sky had finally convinced the immense brown to cease fighting her hold on him and settle. Nothing had calmed her flight lust though, or rather, the memories that were filtering back proved that someone had calmed the fire.

So, area you just going to sit there and gape at him while lost in memory? A loud hum emanated from behind the curtain in her Weyr and Onasta crossed her eyes despite the situation.

Turning her head to glare at the curtain she could hear the dragon's laughter and huffed, "Quiet lovely one, don't be so helpful first thing in the morning."

BastetAmun

She can probably handle him. lol This should be fun.

 

[BastetAmun]

The woman's voice suddenly speaking made Henwas turn his attention to her. It seemed she was awake now and speaking to her dragon. He smirked some as he decided on a course of action. "Good morning Beautiful." Might as well flatter her, she was beautiful, even if she was older them him. Of course she may just want to kick him out of her bed and her weyr but he had never quite run into a woman he had been with that had done that before.

He stretched some, having seen her pull the sheets back up so they could hide something, a mark he must have seen during the night but didn't really have a recollection about, nor really cared about to be honest.

"I hope we hadn't disturbed your dragon last night."

Hattaki

He is being nice for once.

 

[Hattaki]

The words were flattery, the same words she'd heard before and often. Onasta never considered herself a beauty, calloused and marked by time as she was the woman only believed herself to be slightly above attractive. As such she never understood when men and even some women would offer up the word beauty to her, it just seemed like a waste on her. Nevertheless she mustered up a smile that pulled to the left and showed off her teeth.

She had scratched down his chest rather brutally last night after all, the least she could do was smile and return the affection. Even if she felt something else beneath the surface. Onasta couldn't be sure though, it was just a feeling that pulled over her slowly.

"It takes quite a lot to startle that big beast.", Onasta jerked a thumb towards the curtain and was rewarded with a deep grunt followed by shuffling that indicated Jibasth had rolled his back towards her. "You don't have to worry about him, but you should worry about yourself at least."

Reaching a hand out, Onasta gently traced a scratch down his chest with her fingers and stopped, leaving them there. She lifted her eyes to his green ones and took a brief moment to appreciate their brilliance with the closeness the two were sharing. She wasn't in a rush to rid herself of his presence for some reason, a reason that she couldn't quite define in her mind. Maybe it was the fact that her memories spoke of his... many fine qualities.

BastetAmun

Let's see if it works. XD

 

[BastetAmun]

His emerald eyes moved to look at the curtain when she did, as well as when she mentioned her dragon. He saw the shadow move and he smiled. "Well, that's good to know. I know some can be rather protective of their bonded." There was something about this woman that he found rather interesting. Normally he would have been out of the room and on his way but, something about him made him stay, as well as keep him on his best behavior.

The feel of her fingers running over the scratch she had left upon his chest brought his eyes back to her. When she had stopped and left it there, he placed his hand on top of hers and let a soft smirk play over his lips as he raised an eyebrow. "Hoping to relive last night?" Was he hopeful she might? Perhaps. He knew that after a gold flight the weyr was given a rest day to recover, which meant he didn't have to worry about hurrying off to lessons or chores and she wouldn't have to go off to her duties as well.

Hattaki

 

[Hattaki]

One of her bright eyebrows lifted at his words and a small shiver ran through her involuntarily. Onasta remembered what happened last night, there had been nails and teeth, it had been violent at times and her mind had seemingly been not her own. Did she want to run through all of that again in the light of day, with her own senses about her? The young man before her didn't seem adverse to it and Jibasth would hardly judge her until either he was hungry or she was hungry.

Surely breakfast would be at the same time this morning, if not a little bit later. Her stomach wasn't growling at her, but then she seemed to eat less than the other riders about her as it was and burned the fuel longer. If it was vanity at the root of this behavior to keep her slim figure she would never tell anyone.

Hand trapped and mind foggy with the thoughts of a night that still seemed well spent, Onasta leaned forward slowly and kissed the back of his hand. She wasn't hoping to elicit a response so much as let him know that she didn't mind what way their morning went. Her icy eyes watched his own emerald colored ones to see his response, wondering if it would be considered ill form to steal an actual kiss and turn it as rough as she could.

If he simply wished to be done with her, that was fine as well, she could hardly hold it against him given her own aches and pains. Onasta had her duties as well, ones that she wouldn't mind skirting around for a time that morning and swiftly completing in the afternoon. After a soak of course. Gold flights made the woman notoriously mellow for the days following but there were still necessities.

BastetAmun