Bronzerider Meet Floor <J'ldeam>

[Lady Smara]

((Morning after the flight))

Sakorai was not surprised to find herself waking up in the chair near the bed within her Weyr. It was a large chair and when she tossed her legs over the arm, she could lean against the back and be rather comfortable if a little confined. She was also not surprised to see a male body stretched out in her bed before her, though she was a little surprised to see exactly which male it was. J’ldaem. A younger rider with a younger bronze. She was expecting a pair closer to their own age – like D’seus or even A’lez. In fact, A’lez would have been her first guess to wake up to this morning.

Climbing out of the chair, she moved silently through her Weyr, pausing just long enough to look at Issarith fast asleep and curled around the somewhat battered form of the bronze Tseravith who had managed to fit upon the large stone couch with her gold. A slight smile formed on Sakorai’s lips as she saw the comfortable look upon her golds face. How many times has Sakorai woken alone in a chair or on the floor only to wonder why she could not find the same comfort in a man’s arms? Ah… But she knew why.

Making her way to the bathing pools, it was short work to clean herself and dress in loose slacks and a tank top – not yet bothering with a breast wrap – before she made her way back to the bed. There, still sprawled out was J’ldaem and from the scratch marks, bite marks, and even the discolored bruise on his jaw – Sakorai knew the night had not been exactly kind. Thinking back on it, however, she smiled. Ah, but it had been well worth it.

Flicking back the light sheet that covered the bronze rider, she ran a lazy hand down the sculpted muscle of his thigh and calf before curling her fingers around his ankle and giving him a tug that belied the strength in the slight woman as the man was suddenly jerked to the floor. “Time to wake up sunshine, you’re in my bed.”

[♥Rizu-Chan♥]

J’ldaem of Tseravith
Refuge Weyrleader && Pyralis Wingleader

How the woman had ended the next morning over by the chair and him still comfortably sprawled in her bed would forever be a mystery to J’ldaem... though given the nature of that flight induced sexy time the male doubted she would have any complains in the matter. It was this way Rukbat had caught the pair, the young man still comfortably snoozing the morning away as Sakorai had finally headed off to wash herself and dress. In fact, it had been Tseravith the first to awake after the blond, a softly whirling eye slowly opening before the bronze game a gentle rumble of pleasantness as he spotted the pale golden figure curled with him in the large stone couch.

Pain ignored the bronze extended his right wing, draping it over the still slumbering form of Issarith before he took a moment to silently accommodate himself better for the queen, his head gently turning back to rest right next to that of the senior gold. It was then Sakorai had returned to her weyr, curious eyes watching the woman with faint amusement as the bronze studied her – silently prying over to J’ldaem’s sleeping brain to awaken the man.

My J’ldaem, Issarith’s rider returns to you.

With his dragon nudging the man had started to come back to the world of the living, a rather pleasant groan escaping his throat as the touch delivered by Sakorai’s hand registered in his brain. He rather enjoyed the lazy path she seemed to be tracing down his sculpted leg, having turned around to face the woman with a semi-smirk on his features as his eyes adjusted to the light, when suddenly a sharp tug came as she gripped his ankle tight.

Out of instinct and defense he had flung his arms backwards, earning a groan more on the pained spectrum of noises this time, before his right hand had managed to grab hold of the edge of the bed. Still, it was all simply too much for a man just waking up after a rather long and busy night, quickly losing his grip as he found himself (much to his surprise) pulled enough to make his bottom half hit the floor; back now resting against the bed as a hand rubbed at his eyes.

”Now, sweet-cheeks, if you wanted to try a new place you could have just said so last night...”

Though wincing slightly from the multiple bruises, bite marks and clawing around his frame J’ldaem still found it in him to give the Weyrwoman a lopsided grin; now certainly more awake and alert thanks to the stone floor’s cold embrace. Listening to the woman’s morning wakeup call, as well as reminder that he was in her bed, the bronzerider and new Weyrleader of Refuge smirked before his left arm quickly moved to grab a hold of her hand still gripping his ankle.

”Mmm why yes, it seems it is your bed the one I’ve woken up in this morning...” A sharp tug was given back in return, just returning Sakorai’s own morning favor really, as J’ldaem aimed to pull the woman down to him and into his territory. ”Why don’t we both just crawl back to those very comfy bedfurs and get to know one another more?”

The words were spoken almost in a purring manner, the slightly younger man taking a moment to breath in the clean scent around Sakorai, before he moved his lips close enough to her earlobe and nibbled teasingly at it. Over in the stone couch Tseravith gave a mental snort of laughter, not wanting to wake the slumbering Issarith besides him.

[Lady Smara]

Sweet-cheeks? Really? That was a name you gave to a woman who had a little more flesh on her than muscles and Sakorai KNEW that was not herself. Needless to say, it did little to help with her current temper for waking up with a man she was not expecting. It had taken some time to remember what had happened the night before but after her wash, she could clearly remember that the mating had actually started out as an attack – this pair had openly attacked Neinoth and in turn Issarith had attacked them. How the attack had turned into such a lustful mating… Well to be honest that was probably in part Sakorai’s fault. She always had enjoyed rough sex – so different than the memories of her past so it kept the barrier clear.

Feeling the tug on her arm, it was only the sudden shooting out of her other hand to his chest that kept her from completely losing her balance and crashing into him. Even so, she was brought down unexpectedly to her knees and drawn closer as he nibbled at her. She couldn’t deny that for a moment there was the temptation to nibble back, though she would have done so a good bit harder. Pushing the urge back with a sickeningly sweet smile, she detached herself from his lips and pushed herself back to arms length.

“I’ve got a better idea, Bronzerider.” Using his class rather than his name. “Why don’t you make yourself presentable to your Weyr and get the shells out of mine.”

There was a soft rumble from Issarith as she turned and pushed her head underneath Tseravith's as if to keep the morning sunlight from her face. Even so, Sakorai heard clearly what the gold mumbled to the bronze.

Your rider is going to get bit.

[♥Rizu-Chan♥]

J’ldaem of Tseravith
Refuge Weyrleader && Pyralis Wingleader

Well, he did had to admit – perhaps sweet-cheeks had been the wrong choice for a pet name, Sakorai had proven that well enough as she used her other arm to avoid falling fully into his trap; the Bronzerider grunting ever so slightly as he barely managed to keep most of his air still in his lung. His grip still remaining on one of her wrists he watched with a somewhat amused glint in his eyes as she finally released herself from his nibbling, pushing herself at arms’ length away from himself though she remained knelt right there still.

”Now, now, is rank pulling really necessary at such early hours, miss Goldrider?” A sly grin played on his lips as he gently tried to bring his other hand closer to that second free wrist. ”After all, we will be working together in order to run this Weyr with perfection.”

He was clear on the importance of the flight the prior day; it hadn’t just been a competition for a Queen. He was now Weyrleader, much to his delight and amusement, though with that came quite a hefty amount of responsibilities. Not that he minded, J’ldaem had been aiming for the spot for a good while now back in Haven, the transferred Bronzerider just hadn’t expected to get it so quickly here in Refuge Weyr.

And, frankly, Sakorai was quite the sexy catch. While last night’s rough sex had been pleasant, all scratch and bite marks and faint bruises in his body aside, being linked to a lusting bronze kind of made it hard to fully remember. And while yes, he really should get to know his partner in this whole Weyrleadership better, J’ldaem couldn’t deny he was still in a more... playful mood still.

And oh how he loved when women played hard to get.

Over by the stone couch the bronze couldn’t help but snort faintly in amusement at the human pair and their form of socialization, already aware that the pale queen besides him was moving. With a soft and gentle croon he complied to her silent wishes, shifting his mass to allow her head a better position as well as shifting one of hi wings to directly block the light rays of Rukbat from reaching Issarith’s beautiful multifaceted gaze.

The movement earned a faint twinge of pain as some bruised muscles and torn hide complained; though it wasn’t something the bronze couldn’t quietly endure for a while longer. His seemed to be having fun, and after the roughness of last night Tseravith managed to put them both through he decided it was simply fair to let the man try and play a little bit longer.

You are probably right, lovely Issarith. Then again he always did enjoy such things, so that might actually encourage him further.

Another rumble of amusement at the thought escaped the bronze, before he moved to lie his head closer to that of Issarith’s once more, a second low and rumbling croon (more akin to the equivalent of a draconic purr) vibrated from the large wing spanned dragon. It was a habit the bronze had retained ever since his hatching day, a subconscious action he would realize when content and at ease – and also when J’ldaem’s younger sibling Kreallie sneaked in to sleep with him some nights.

He was careful in the way he addressed the gold, however, the bronze still clear about the certain turn of events that had graced him in the end with the stunning small queen. Tseravith was more than aware that she had been meaning to choose Neinoth (Faranth knows what any dragon could find appealing about that brute) when his actions had caused all of her rage to fly at him. That it had ended in mating due to their rampaging lust had been a gift from the skies to the male dragon, though for all the self-confidence and arrogance he normally sported the bronze found he was being ever so careful and attentive around this particular golden queen.

{You wherry brained beast, don’t tell me you have fallen already for this queen so fast.}

A mental scoff was Tseravith’s answer to J’ldaem, followed through with a verbal grumble that interrupted his purring as the bronze lifted his head once more to look back at his rider – the loop-side grin the man shot back at him almost making the dragon eye roll in exasperation before he returned to his previous resting position, paying close attention and care to the queen. His queen.

Well shards and shells, his dragon hadn’t refuted his statement – a realization that caused the man to instinctively groan inwardly in return. Just what he needed, a love struck 35.3 meters long beast.

[Lady Smara]

“Ah, you have much to learn, Bronzerider. I will pull whatever strings need to get what I want done. Some say that makes a perfect Goldrider, though I do say it left most of my old Weyr whispering darkly in my wake. Your Weyr left it up to the dragons. Issarith took only what your Weyr allowed her to – and that was everything.”

A wicked smile flashed over Sakorai’s face before she reached over and gave him a loving caress on his cheek with her free hand. For a moment she found her own playful lust returning in the wake of her triumph. She should kiss him again… She wanted to kiss him again and after last night she knew she would, but not now. Right now appearances needed to be made and she had to step into the role the older Queenriders had always been so careful to keep from her.

With that thought in mind the loving caress turned into a firm pat on his cheek before she attempted to pull her trapped wrist free. “Get up, Weyrleader, and get clean. I’ve already sent for a good shirt for you, though I dare say you should wear it with those leathers. You are, afterall, a working Leader. Never be afraid to show them that you’ll get dirty in the job – it will make them work harder for you. Now get up, we have a whole Weyr waiting to congratulate you.”

Issarith, unlike the bronze, had never taken her eyes off the pair of humans on the floor once she had finally opened them. A loud yawn ensued at one point during Sakorai’s speech to the man, but it was the bronzes words Issarith had been chewing upon in her head.

Oh no. You misunderstood me. she finally relayed as she lifted her head out from underneath his wing. Her whole body slowly began to tense and move as she worked into a slow full body stretch. That was one thing about these Queen Weyrs being so large, she could still properly stretch even with a bronze body next to her. She loved it.

I said he was going to get bit. I did not specify by who. Pausing again, she gave the bronze a look that clearly stated ‘get my point?’ before deciding that he needed a little more help this early in the morning. How am I suppose to know if she is going to bite him or kiss him? I only know if I am going to bite him or kiss him and if he doesn’t let her go I’m going to bite him.

[♥Rizu-Chan♥]

J’ldaem of Tseravith
Refuge Weyrleader && Pyralis Wingleader

Well by Faranth, this woman was just turning him on further with each sly word that left those beautiful lips of her. He found himself smirking in delight, despite the obvious “trashing” he was receiving from the new Weyrwoman of Refuge Weyr, a faint purr of amusement leaving him as he tried to cover his chuckling delight. Ah yes, this woman was really quite the catch he mused for a second time, certainly one with perhaps just as much ambition and drive as his own – and certainly much more apt to lead a Weyr than that silly Suynie and her late blooming hatchling of a Queen.

Her wicked smile simply made his eyes sparkle in excitement, he could feel it doubling as well as his playful mood as the woman lovingly caressed his cheek with her free hand. He wanted nothing more than to pull her closer there and then, though something in the back of his mind prevented him from acting on such basic instincts. And he could guess what it was, or rather who, too.

{Tseravith... What is it now.}
Mine, she is not pleased.
{Nonsense, she’s just playing hard to get.}
I do not mean your catch, but mine.[/color][/i]

Issarith had just been kind enough to clear the misunderstanding that had occurred between her and her new bronze, Tseravith quickly connecting the dots after the gold had started. Her eyes had never peeled away from the pair of humans, from him, and in this new light (as well as considering how well she had mauled Neinoth before, as well as himself) the bronze could easily see His did need some warning before things turned for the worse. J’ldaem’s blue gaze turned back to his bronze, his wing still draped over Issarith, though from underneath he could see he whirling pair of multi-faceted eyes watching them very attentively, earning a faint growl from him just as Sakorai gave him a firm pat on his cheek.

Damn, and he was just getting in the mood too. Silly Gold dragons...

”Alright, Weyrwoman, your wish is my command.” Pulling her trapped hand closer to himself the bronzerider delivered a soft kiss to the top with his lips, brushing the skin of her fingers just below her knuckles, before finally releasing the captive limb from his own. He gave the woman time to straighten and get up before he followed, a hand running through his brunette locks before the man in question stretched his physique – both to get those slumbering muscles going as well as to show off in return to Sakorai. Pity really, he would have much preferred a bit more fun time with the blond woman; but the new Weyrwoman indeed had a point. The whole Weyr was now waiting for them and while he did agree on the clean shirt and slightly beat up leather idea of the goldrider he was quite sure she wouldn’t of an un-groomed man stepping out along with her to be seen by the whole Weyr.

By the shell, not even he would agree to that.

Stopping long enough to grab the leathers Sakorai had pointed out, as well as a simple cloth to wrap around his waist area, J’ldaem made quick work to reach the bathing pools. The man taking extra care, more so than usual even, to make sure he was well cleaned and groomed before returning back to Sakorai’s weyr, his previous leather pants now downed on his legs as he strode back into the weyr. By then the clean and good shirt Sakorai had ordered for him had arrived, a hand moving to pick it up and down it over his tanned frame, before he moved closer to a mirror not far off to inspect his appearance.

A brush of a hand here, some fixing of his hair there, and he was just ready to g—pausing the man snorted, leaning closer to the aforementioned mirror as it had somehow insulted him, head tilting at an angle as his hand traced a certain area of his neck. He didn’t quite liked what he saw, the clear bruise from one of the many bites Sakorai had delivered on him the night before clearly visible and in a place he couldn’t quite cover up; it’s shades of purples and blues and dark reds not being exactly appealing at first to the man.

Think of it as a proof of victory, our victory, my J’ldaem.
{Hmm, yes, I suppose it is after all.}

That seemed to easy the somewhat vain man’s concern, the bronze making excellent work to turn the rather ugly mark into something to further elate the man’s pride. Yes, he was the one that had won the right to be intimate with such a gorgeous woman – not A’lez, and certainly not D’seus – and this was the perfect proof of how wonderful their mating flight had indeed been. Yes, this mark would do just fine he decided, a smirk once more making its way through his lips before he turned to look for Sakorai.

Surely the woman was already ready to head out by then. A glance was given to is bronze, the male finally taking more care to take on the somewhat battered form of his lifemate, before J’ldaem made his way closer to the pair; though the man was careful enough to approach closer to Tseravith’s side than that of Issarith.

”You victorious wherry, sure you’re quite alright?” A croon was given in reply as the bronze snaked his head closer to His, eyes whirling softly as the man patter the snout of the bronze beast. But of course, my J’ldaem. Issarith is all I need to be more than just alright. A chuckle escaped the man before he shook his head slightly, his gaze turning to the queen nestled besides his lifemate before he gave a courteous bow in her direction.

”Well, lovely Issarith, I will be escorting your beautiful Sakorai for today – and leave this silly bronze in your more than capable care.” A playful snort was given by the dragon he loved, purposely aimed to mess up J’ldaem’s hair as the man finished paying his respects to the gold, before he stepped back from the pair; making sure to fix his appearance once more before turning to Sakori. His formality to the gold was not meant in any way or form as tirade or a mock; no matter what he might have thought earlier about being displeased at the gold’s silent interruption to his games J’ldaem was still more than aware of the respect these Queens demanded – it was their birthright after all, and as such he would give it to her.

{I’ll be sure to inform one of the dragonhealers to come up soon and look you over, Tser, don’t want any of those bruises infecting after all.}


OOC:// Oh god, I feel half way through this post my muse went rampant and abandoned me in favor of frolicking in some wheat field... Excuse any crappiness or rambling this post might hold. XD