[PRP] Testing the Waters (R'shahar/C'lusi/Nadry & Dragons)

[Meepfur]

Well, she was...she was very warm, which was what started to wake her. A really-need-to-kick-the-covers-off sort of warm, except it had absolutely nothing to do with covers (and kicking would have been inadvisable), and everything to do with being nestled in with two other people. A certain two other people, which...seemed much more implausible now than it had earlier. But she was very sure that she was not still asleep, and that all of...that...had happened. Which was fine - no, which was good - but now that the Flightlust had faded and she was left with more coherent thoughts, Nadry had a lot of thoughts. And concerns. Not about C'lusi or R'shahar, per se, and there weren't any regrets to be found, but...but what did she do now?

Nadry's first concern was actually that she was naked. Which she realized, objectively, was ridiculous, but there it was. Also, had everything...gone...right? With no point of reference whatsoever, she had no idea. She had...liked it - was happy even now, between scrambled thoughts and doubts - but had they? They weren't- they wouldn't be disappointed, would they? That she hadn't been...that she hadn't really known what she was doing. Concerns flitted through her mind, but there was also something of a sense of accomplishment, too, almost of triumph. Not only had she committed the terrible sin of sleeping with someone, she had slept with two someones! So take that and suck it, traditional rules and values.

She had stayed carefully still while she went through all of this and more, eyes closed and feigning sleep, because there was no way she was going to be the one to wake the others and start the dive into what was very likely going to be a giant pile of awkward. Once R'shahar spoke up, though, there was no more hiding from whatever was or wasn't going to happen. And she was still naked. Comfortable - just a little too warm, but otherwise comfortable - but naked. She flushed deeply, ducked her head against a muscular chest, and got out a breathless, "Hi."

Behind a curtain of hair, the young brownrider was smiling, a smile that teetered on the verge of laughter - because she was just so very at a loss and embarrassed but also happy that what else could she do?

For his part, Menankith was considerably less flustered. It was a very strange and new situation indeed that he had found himself in, and he was perhaps more content under Viandarth's wing than he might want to admit to himself just yet, but for now he was content to chalk most of that up to their blue company (not that he was not accepting or returning any bronze cuddles). Viandarth was interesting and unexpected - and unexpectedly interesting in very many ways - but Macuith was the object of his affections. And now, so soon after realizing it so suddenly, he actually had him! So while things had taken a very odd turn, and he would never have imagined a result such as this, he was perfectly happy to accept it, and was thrumming with contentment about it. And it had all worked out so very well for His, too! How could he have any complaints?

Uta

Mx Cherie

 

[Uta]

A voice stirred him from his slumber, consciousness finally gaining a foothold against the deep sleep he had been in. As he groggily began to wake, another voice was heard -- and it wasn't one he immediately recognized. He could feel the strong arm of R'shahar beneath his neck and shoulders, could feel himself cuddled up comfortably close to his lover, and yet....

They weren't alone.

Between the content joy radiating from Macuith, and his own satisfaction, the previous nights actions suddenly hit him like a ton of bricks. Macuith had gone up to flirt with the boys during some green's flight... and that was when everything suddenly took a very unexpected turn. In all his wildest dreams, he'd never really thought that this would actually ever have had happen.

By the First Shell.... what a night.

There was no doubt that R'shahar had steamrolled into his life. The ex-player had always been a deep romantic, but had never seemed to find a way to truly commit. When his feelings for the bronze rider had turned into something more than just friends, the timing had been a bit peculiar; he'd gone and Impressed the next day, which meant exploring their relationship had to be done without any intimacy. Perhaps, that in itself was what saved them, and C'lusi had found himself much in love.

But over the past months of weyrlinghood, he'd also found himself getting to know his fellow weyrlings better -- and one in particular had caught his eye. Nadry had always been an amiable soul, and had always been sociable when their paths crossed. They had become friends, and while not as close as perhaps Ichta or G'ran, he'd always liked her company. Macuith, of course, had always been fond of Menankith as well. Strange thing about it, though, was that his interest in Nadry had started to change, right before he'd come down with the flu.

When he'd complimented Ichta and Nadry at the winter feast, his compliments had been too sincere when it came to the brownrider. Of course, the man had known the feeling well, but he'd kept it quiet and suppressed. He wasn't going to throw away what he had with R'shahar, and wasn't going to rock the boat of his relationship. Nadry was strong willed, pretty, and of a good heart... but he was committed to his love. Furthermore, he wasn't going to risk his friendship with Nadry -- that was important, too. So any thoughts, any feelings, any stirrings were shut up tight and ignored.

. . . but R'shahar knew him too well. Ah, but the tall man had seen through all that, and now, they were here. Both R'shahar and Nadry were here. The surge of pleasure and contentedness washed through him, mirroring his own blue's joy. And yet... He was smart enough to know that anything could happen in these next moments. He didn't know how R'shahar was feeling -- the man could be protective, and unlike C'lusi, had never seemed to be interested in women. As for Nadry, well... He didn't even know what she might be feeling or thinking -- or what R'shahar had said to get her here. Soon they would find out whether this was all simply flight lust, or if there might be something more.

Either way, morning after's were always a delicate affair.

Allowing his eyes to flutter open, he tightened his grip on R'shahar's waist, letting the man know that he, too, was beginning to stir. He gave the larger man's side a few small kisses, before lifting his head up so he might look over his lover's bulk to confirm that Nadry was indeed still there. "Good morning, loves," he spoke in his usual fashion, his words almost a sultry purr. He reached a hand to stroke R'shahar's stomach ever so tenderly, before boldly reaching over so he might gently run a few fingers through Nadry's mussed hair. He was quite a tactile person, and had never been shy. Still, he needed to exercise care and caution. He hoped they both felt good, hoped they both felt desired. While this might not have been how he imagined this all to take place -- he would roll with it. "How're you both?" He asked, brows knitting with a moments sudden concern. He wanted to know, but also wasn't sure if now was the time to talk about, well, everything that had transpired. So he also added, "Should I get either of you anything? More room? More blankets?" A slight pause. "More kisses?"

Ah, leave it to C'lusi. He couldn't help it. He was happy, content, and acting any way that wasn't his usual flirty fashion was near impossible. Humor was a better ice breaker than nerves, after all -- even if he was entirely sincere in the offer.

Macuith, for his part, was on cloud nine. If the blue could glow in pleasure, he would be doing so, happily coiled up with a bronze and brown form. Viandarth had put on quite the performance during that flight! The blue's love and fondness for the bronze had only grown. There was no doubt Viandarth was meant for him. But there was someone else here, someone who had surprised Macuith with such feeling and love and passion... Someone Macuith had always cherished, but had never thought would notice him in turn. Somehow, the flight had turned into not one love, but two, and the blue couldn't help but be exultant and pleased.

His eyes opened, whirling a rich blue-purple. He was satisfied and happy and a dragon quite in love. My loves. He shared the word, picking it up from C'lusi, and finding it fit well. The blue burrowed himself closer to the two, making certain he had contact with both in some fashion. For once, I am rendered speechless. I hope the flight was good for the both of you, as it was for me.

Mx Cherie

Meepfur

 

[Meepfur]

It was hard not to notice that the chest she'd ducked her head against, that her hands rested on, was both exceedingly well-sculpted and impressively tattooed. It had never escaped her that R'shahar was attractive, but she had most certainly never imagined getting a firsthand, up-close look. And never more than a look, Faranth! Needing something to focus on - and genuinely curious about it - she preoccupied herself with the details of his tattoo while she tried to settle her mind and waited for whatever might come next...which was sooner rather than later, when there was a stirring on the other side of the bronzerider. She caught her breath and stilled, and when her fellow weyrling spoke, had to quickly tamp down on a rush of almost panicked thrill.

He always did that to her, said wonderful things that she had to remind herself were not meant quite the way her heart wanted to take them. C'lusi was only being C'lusi, which meant charming and kind and enviously capable of saying lovely things. The realistic side of her had spent the better part of the last turn trying to write them all off as nothing more than polite, habitual charm, because she knew there was no possible way he might be at all interested. Even if he hadn't had a boyfriend, he could not have been any farther out of her league. What could he ever want with a silly little Holder girl, when there were far prettier and doubtless more experienced and appealing girls in the Weyr? Not to mention all the handsome young men, and one especially tall one. So from its very beginning, she had recognized and set aside her crush as utterly hopeless, tried to keep him in the same category as G'ran and Ichta and Dr'stan (and he really was a good friend), and never, ever let herself call it love.

And yet here they were. She couldn't dismiss it as mere happenstance, a coincidence of being near each other and caught up when the Flight began. R'shahar had very deliberately sought her out to make their offer, which even if influenced by the Flight, still required intent and some presence of mind, which left her struggling with why or how they could want such a thing. Want her. And whether or not it was...supposed to mean something. And it was okay, if it didn't. Probably okay. After all, she'd never expected anything, so having this was, or should be, more than enough.

But then C'lusi brushed back her hair, and she had to look up, and that familiar, giddily terrified feeling she always got when he walked into a room or approached her for even the most casual of reasons took hold. Her flush deepened, her smile softened, and she was happy, looking at him like the sun had come out after the rain. Only to duck her head again and look away, because it was all so very overwhelming.

Somehow, the fact that she was naked and pressed up against a near-stranger was suddenly the least awkward thing about this moment. Nadry only half-registered C'lusi's questions - how they were, if they needed anything - and had even more trouble finding an answer than she usually did in his presence. Silence, though, was not an option, as it could be taken in a way she didn't mean. Still, there was a struggling pause before she decided, "I...I'm good."

At a loss, and even warmer than before thanks to the helpful suggestion of more kisses, but overall...good. And it was not just due to the bluerider, not at all. R'shahar, well, had been almost as involved. There was no denying how secure she'd felt in his arms from the moment he'd scooped her up - and every other instance since then she'd found herself in them, including now - or that his kisses and touches had been every bit as intoxicating as C'lusi's. She had felt the lack of him when he had pulled away, and thrilled when he'd returned. In hindsight, with the benefit of coherent thought, she wondered if she'd done something at the time to cause him to back off. Now that it occurred to her, she glanced shyly up at him, and while her gaze didn't hold the same open adoration it had when she’d looked at his counterpart, there was wonder. He was nearly as new to her as everything they had done, but it was impossible to imagine any of it without him. C’lusi had offered more kisses, and she did want more: more of both of them. More of everything. A scandalous, tantalizing realization that made her pulse quicken, and if this had been intended as a one-time affair, that was a dangerous want. They were her first anything, her first everything, and that meant...more than might be safe to admit just yet, amidst all the unknowns.

But for now, she was saved by and clung to the suggestion of breakfast, and at the rumbling of R’shahar’s stomach - which she felt as much as heard - she couldn’t help but giggle. “I could use breakfast,” she agreed. “I did get most of my lunch yesterday, but...that was a long time ago.”

And they hadn’t exactly been idle during that time.

With Macuith burrowing closer, Menankith was about as close to purring as a dragon could get, and similarly cuddled in close with a contented sigh. He found that there was a surprisingly comfortable element to being under Viandarth’s wings - he had never found size to be a measure of worth, but it was...quite nice for cuddling, it turned out. Hmm. He answered Macuith with a deepened thrum. I don’t think I have ever known you to be speechless, he chortled. It was very good. He had not known what to expect, but even if he had, those expectations would surely have been surpassed.

Uta

Mx Cherie

 

[Uta]

C'lusi knew that this morning was going to be a careful dance. Though he was secure in his relationship with R'shahar, he was no mind reader; though his lover had been the one to offer to find Nadry, he also understood what a vulnerable position it placed R'shahar in. While C'lusi might have been close friends to Nadry, the other two were practically strangers. They might know one another by face and name, but beyond that, he'd be surprised if they knew more than what he'd told them. As far as he knew, R'shahar had never been interested in women, so this was likely very new ground for him.

As for Nadry, he well understood she had come from a life far different than High Reaches. Her life had been flipped upside down as not only a female brownrider, but a Hold girl at that! While he didn't really know what she had and had not done in her past -- it didn't matter to him one bit -- she had always been struck him as being just a little bit too good. The sort of girl who didn't seem to see her own beauty, or know her own worth. He didn't really know what her upbringing was, but he was well certain that he could easily -- too easily -- ruin whatever it was they had. He had always looked upon her as a friend, and any feelings that had grown during weyrling training had been ignored. For once, he had kept in a secret, and refrained from pursuing.... not just because he had R'shahar, but because he had never thought her TO be truly interested.

But now, here they were.... With R'shahar staring shyly down at them both, and Nadry gazing at him with such fondness, he almost felt a touch of worry and concern twist at his gut. What had he done? Oh, he didn't regret it, not for a moment.... but oh, if he took one misstep, would it all come crashing down?

He didn't want to lose R'shahar's trust or love; he didn't want to lose Nadry's friendship or fondness. He adored R'shahar, and there was no denying his attraction and interest in Nadry. And yet. . . he realized he could lose them both if he was careless of their hearts. The romantic in him absolutely believed that maybe, just maybe, this could be the start of something new, something beautiful, something true. But would he cause R'shahar's heart pain? Would Nadry suffer from neglect?

Would one be wounded if he gave attention to one than the other? Would he feel jealous if they both gazed with love upon one another? Ah, there was so much that could go wrong.... but there was much that could go right. No. He would take it inch by inch, moment by moment, breath by breath. He would not think beyond what they had, and simply see where things lead.

So it was, he let his fingers trace down Nadry's cheek and neck, before dropping down to trace a few heart over R'shahar's bare stomach. A lazy, satisfied smile twitched upon his lips, and he looked back and forth between one and the other. "I suppose it's a bit egotistical to think my kisses can satisfy, but I think food is a great idea." His smile turned more into his usual flirty humor. "We'll certainly want the energy for later." Ah, leave it to C'lusi.... Let them guess at what he meant. Maybe they'd be right.

"Well, as I left you to do the fetching last night, I don't mind getting up and bringing us all back some grub. Though, you do make it terribly hard to get up." He purred, leaning down to give R'shahar's side a n**, before he grudgingly pushed himself away from them both. He'd have to figure out where his clothes wound up, though he really, really, really, did not want to part ways. Not even for a moment.

"Unless y'all want to go down together? Personally, I'd much rather you both stay as your are. It'll give me something to look forward to coming back, and probably be faster in the long run anyway." As if he could bear to be parted for long! Please. The sooner he left for food, the sooner he could return to all this.... whatever it happened to be.

Maybe, though, with some food, they could better talk. It wasn't a rest day, but C'lusi wasn't even going to start thinking about lessons. He'd worry about all that after they cleared the air.

Macuith, for his part, gave a little purr at Viandarth, and leaned over to n** fondly at the larger bronze. All right. So it was an exaggeration. You've left me speechless on more than one occasion. Really now, bronzes and their egos. And now, I suspect such a thing will be double after having Menankith and I beneath your wings. There was no denying that he was teasing the bronze, with his usual love and adoration laced within his words.

The blue did turn his eyes back to Menankith, and sent both brown and bronze a wave of utter bliss and delight. If anyone was likely to have an ego this day, there was no doubt it would be the small blue! I'm glad you thought so. Just give it time, though -- it will only get better. And that was a Macuith guarantee for them both.

Meepfur

Mx Cherie

 

[Meepfur]

Nadry tilted her head ever so slightly into C'lusi's touch, eyes half-closing before following the path of the bluerider's fingers and the figures they traced over R'shahar's skin.  She found herself rather enthralled by every motion, every interaction, all new and fascinating. The mention again of more kisses, as well as the speculation that they would need the energy for later, had brought yet another blush to cheeks...and added fuel to the hope that, well, there would be a later.  Of course, reference to 'later' did bring to mind that it was very much not a rest day, but the fluttering of distant, internal panic (what time was it?!) was soothed by the fact that no one else seemed the least bit bothered or in any sort of hurry.  So either it wasn't disastrously late, or not as much of a concern as her habits wanted to make it.  Besides which, she was very comfortable, very hungry now that she was thinking about it, and those things notwithstanding, there was no possible way she'd go darting off in a rush after everything that had happened.  That would doubtless be extremely rude, for one thing, and would very likely give the wrong idea, and she'd spend all day agonizing over it and in suspense over what might or might not come next.  She would actually much rather take a lecture from V'mel, if she was going to choose, so.  Taking their time was absolutely fine by her.

The corners of her lips quirked up into a small, amused smile as C'lusi went on to n** at the the other man's stomach.  That was adorable.  They were adorable.  But then he pushed away from their pile to go on a hunt for his clothes, which left her feeling a bit bereft.  Not that she wasn't still quite comfortable cuddled up against R'shahar, but it would be...different, once the other weyrling ventured off to bring back breakfast.  That would leave her alone with the bronzerider she barely knew but had just slept with, and that was bound to be a whole new level of awkward.  Not that she was against being alone with him!  It was just.  Well.  A very strange and new brand of getting-to-know-you.  The suggestion they could all just go together was tempting, since it would avoid that, but... No, she could handle this.  Probably.  Maybe.

She'd figure it out.

It helped that R'shahar responded to the inquiry by pulling her closer, voicing an answer that kept her from having to do so.  It was also a fresh reminder, skin-against-skin, that yes, hello, she was still naked, although this time it was less 'mild panic' that the realization incited and more...something else.  There was only half a moment of hesitation before she shifted her position in response to his, curling her body closer. Her hand brushed shyly across his chest as she moved to snake her arm around him, and she nuzzled her face against him like she was settling into a pillow. A very large, handsome, man-shaped pillow, who smelled very good, she decided, and was good for clinging to. He felt...safe, even if he was new.

Finally, she made a soft noise of assent, gaze flicking back to C'lusi and another little smile curling the edges of her mouth. "We'll be here."

For Menankith, he sincerely doubted it was possible to get much more comfortable than he currently was, or to be happier.  He was no stranger to cuddlepiles, having been in countless with Aurinkoth and Elzebuth from the time they were small, but this one was different.  There was a deep satisfaction to it, and the sheer joy of his newly-realized love for Macuith, which swelled all the more because it was returned.  And the new, curious interest in large and handsome Viandarth - the newness of finding anyone attractive in such a way, let alone a bronze - added yet another intriguing element to this adventure.  He'd grown used to the pushier, more arrogant, entitled sorts of metallics, and had come to expect it.  To have those expectations turned on their head was a pleasant surprise, to say the least.

He returned every bit of bliss sent to him in kind, while much like his rider with Theirs, he watched the interaction between the blue and bronze with fascination.  No jealousy, only curiosity, because that sort of teasing and flirtation was quite new for him.  As-of-yesterday new, and he wanted to learn to do such things, too.  So he observed them with blue-purple eyes and an affectionate, thoughtful rumble. It can get better? he questioned in an amused tone, but there was genuine curiosity as well. That is hard to imagine, but I look forward to it.

Uta

Mr Cheri

 

[Uta]

Mr Cheri

Figure I'll drag him back after y'all post or do a little time jump or something. He shouldn't be gone too long.

Meepfur

C'lusi watched as R'shahar pulled Nadry more into his arm, and he didn't miss how his fellow weyrling curled up nicely against him. He had never been a jealous lover, and even now, there was no feeling of ownership over either.... but a small part of him wondered at the outcome of their night of passion. He had shared R'shahar for a night.... Could he share him for longer? Furthermore, what of Nadry? His feelings for her hadn't dissipated. If anything, they were now more pronounced and he was only too aware that there was no hiding his attraction or intrigue. But would he accidentally break her heart? What were her expectations?

What were any of their expectations or feelings on the matter?

Realizing he was staring, he let his features twist into his usual fond smirk; one that was just a touch feral with anticipation. Sure, they had to eat, clean up, and eventually face the day--one he was already well late into--but there was no reason he couldn't at least hope for a little more closeness. "Well, don't get too cozy. I don't want to think about--wait a minute, who am I kidding? Yes, yes I do want to muse over such a pretty picture." His words held his usual mix of flirtation and humor. He might be kidding about the fantasy, but knowing C'lusi, he now had a good thought to carry with him while he rustled up grub.

"I'll be back with something tasty... and I won't forget the food, either!" He teased. Blowing them both a kiss, the man, only partially dressed--who needed a shirt to get food?--slipped out of the weyr and headed down to Lower Caverns. For a change, he wouldn't be long or dally or even flirt -- he wanted to get back to their warmth as soon as possible.

Macuith crooned fondly, his eyes a deep purple-blue as he gazed between Viandarth and Menankith. He had always been satisfied with the larger and older bronze, but to have the splash of ruddy-brown mixed among them, brought him nothing but pleasure. He had always been interested in romances, and certainly always wanted the attention of any handsome looking male dragon; for much of his life, he wanted a special friendship, and then as he matured, he wanted more. He had never thought that any of his clutchmates had desired him-- not like they did Cynosuth or Zenobiath. And yet.... Menankith had surprised him, and Viandarth had enthralled him. Really, it could not get any better for the loving blue. He had his handsome bronze, and now, there was a new, sweet face among them.

Fair enough, my love. I am rather a vain creature, but I also know you love it and wouldn't have it any other way. And the blue twisted himself so he looked ever-so-alluring to both his companions. He wasn't going to deny Viandarth's assessment. He had always been vain.

At Menankith's question, the blue dragon gave the equivalent of a laugh, sending a wave of pure delight both his loves way. Oh yes, Menankith. And I am quite sure you will not have any difficulty imagining it after you spend a few nights on our ledge. That is, if you want to, of course. Macuith had not expected to draw such a crowd during the flight. While he had wanted to find himself in Viandarth's claws, Menankith was a complete surprise...but not a regret. Still, he did not know yet how the brown felt. Was this but a passing fancy? Would they lose him to Cynosuth? Or perhaps a prettier or more handosme other? Like his rider, he did not worry too much about hearts.... but Menankith, like Viandarth, was different in the blue's regard. Neither of them were unimportant or simply some dragon. They were special.