After the Flight (tag Charm)

IC Time: 12th month, late spring, morning
IC Setting: Rider's quarters, first in the hallways leading to Malcolm's room.

Iorath had lost his first flight, but that was okay. Malcolm would have been very surprised if he would have won. In the clearer part of his mind he was quite happy to not have won. Personally he didn't have any desire to sleep with a man even if he was extremely horny and feeling his dragon's lust badly. Iorath hadn't been sure what to do with his excess lust, so he just flew to the lake to swim. That seemed to help him, but poor Malcolm couldn't get rid of his urgings as easy.

His plan was to go back to his quarters and...well..take care of his little problem. Not the most satisfactory way, but it was better to him than just taking a cold shower or something. He'd never felt such lust and passion in all his life. The more he thought about it the more he thought perhaps it wouldn't have been so bad to win even if that meant him doing a guy. At least he would have been doing someone.

For a moment Malcolm thought about going to find Ayana, but he had no idea where she was since she didn't live in the rider's quarters. Plus the length of time it would take to track her down would just be agonizing. So taking care of it himself seemed the best option. It wasn't that far to his room anyways.

This was without a doubt the strongest need Tylar had ever felt. True, Galateath and Delanth had both flown before now, but both times the greenrider had been able to bear it long enough to lock herself in her rooms - weyr, as the 2nd Passers called it - because she'd feared succumbing to the lust would mean losing Wynnfrith. It had been bad both times, but never this bad. The last time she'd felt horny was when she'd gotten drunk and screwed with Roridyn...but that was nothing compared to this, this want, this need that ran through her like liquid fire. There was nothing she wanted more, nothing she'd wanted more for the past while - how long, she didn't know - but she couldn't go out, she couldn't. Not after Rori. Not after how that had made her feel. She didn't want to feel so confused again.

And what of Wynnfrith? How could she just run out and grab the first man she saw? Hell, she'd probably grab the first woman she saw if there was a shortage of men...she didn't care...but how was that fair? The green hadn't been mad at her before, but how far did her patience stretch? Can't go, can't go, can't go... Surely the flight would be over soon...how long would the strange crimson dragon take to mate? Surely it had been long enough...surely she'd be done soon, any minute...Tylar tried to distract herself with rational thought, like how big the clutch would be, and what would come of it...But she couldn't hold onto any thoughts at all, just grasp at her bedspread and try to resist leaping up, tearing out of here and dragging the first being she saw back in here.

Tylar, mine, Wynnfrith interrupted from where she was lying on their ledge, watching the Rise. It was about to end, she could tell. I know you need to relieve yourself, and it's natural. I don't mind you doing it. For a long moment Tylar didn't move, trying hard to suppress the renewed burst of longing at the picture Wynnfrith's words opened up to her. Well...if Wyn thought it was okay, then she could...

Suddenly there was a burst that had Tylar nearly falling off the bed. Not a physical thing, but from inside her, where the need was intensified until she thought she'd explode from it. The Flight had ended. Go on, Tylar, the green urged again, and the rider needed no further encouragement. She slipped out of bed and veritably ran from her quarters - or ran as best she could, her brain swirling and fuzzied with Flightlust. She might as well be drunk again with the success she was having.

Where she was going, she didn't know, but there had to be someone somewhere, someone willing, with soft lips and warm flesh...Thud. Gasping to regain the air she'd had knocked out of her, Tylar stumbled back from the impact. The impact of two bodies...Blinking eyes found the man she'd run into, saw the glazed look in his eyes that must mirror hers. They were both taken by the lust. Him. He would be willing, he would be perfect[..."Mine," she breathed, stumbling forward to catch his lips in a kiss, arms already wrapping around him. She didn't know or care who he was, though if she'd been lucid enough to actually look at him she probably could have recognized him. It didn't matter .The only thing that mattered was that they both needed this.

Malcolm was walking with his head held down, trying to think of something other than how tight his pants felt on him at the moment. The flight was over, the lust not as bad, but still the need to quench the fire that was burning within himself. He felt like such an uncivilized animal with the awful thoughts running around in his head. Normally he was gentleman and knew how to control himself. However right now he was having problems just walking to his room.

*Crash* Someone just ran full force directly into his chest. Malcolm was a bit taken aback by the impact and when he regained his balance he looked to see who had ran into him. It was Tylar and he was about ready to say 'sorry' when she interrupted him by saying 'mine' then kissing him passionately. Of course the first thing his sex filled mind did was encourage him to kiss back, so he did. Then he realized what he was doing.

"Tylar. Wait..what are we doing?" He asked a bit befuzzled as he pushed her away from him for a moment. That's when he really looked at her. Her eyes held that same need that he felt at the moment. A need that was getting stronger now with a female in front of him. His eyes freely roamed her body stopping at all the right places. A small devilish smirk spread across his kiss swollen lips. Suddenly he forgot what it was he was going to say. A part of him knew he shouldn't, but his brain was too lust filled and there was a willing partner in front of him just waiting for him to take her.

"Nevermind, I know what we're doing." He said with a husky voice as he grabbed her by her waist and trapped her against the wall. He put one hand on the wall beside her and the other went to her side. Pressing himself on her he kissed her soundly and thoroughly. "Your room or mine?" He asked as he moved his lips down to her neck to bite roughly.

Oh, yes, this was what she needed, what her body craved, this and so much more that he could, in time, give her. What she knew he would give her, because they were both taken by the lust, the fire burning in them. It made her so hot, and even during the kiss that the rider was definitely responding to Tylar felt the need to cool down, to get out of these constricting clothes,,,

"Tylar. Wait..what are we doing?"

He pushed back away from her, and she stumbled backwards as well, befuddled mind confused by the light and sound around them that had been knocked away by the kiss. His words cleared her mind slightly....what was she doing? Wanting to take a man to her bed whom she didn't even know, again?

And then he eyes really saw him, and recognized him. Malcolm. He'd Impressed the same hatching she had. But more importantly, the fire in his eyes, and the way they roamed over her body. And she couldn't help herself for doing the same, staring blatantly at him, all the places she'd love to explore...her eyes paused just below his waistline, and she smiled, and looked up again, and saw his own smirk. Aha.

Suddenly he knew just what it was they were doing, and said so. His voice had changed; no longer bewildered but low and husky, and Tylar knew she would get what she wanted. He grabbed her and pinned her to the wall, and she loved it. Suddenly he was so close, already doing things to her that made her shudder at the pleasure. "Mine's closer," she breathed, before kissing him deeply, hands wrapping around Malcolm, seeking his pleasures.

'Mine's closer...'

"I hope they are very close. If not I might just take you here. To hell with a bed." Malcolm said as his lips went from her throat back to her lips. He really felt like he meant that comment too. Again though, that little sane part of his mind told him that wouldn't be a good idea if anybody happened to come through this hallway.

He pushed against her harder as if he was afraid she would escape if he didn't hold has tight as possible. Malcolm's hands roamed her body, feeling every inch of her. Only one problem. She still had clothes on. "Okay, I need to stop long enough for you to lead us back to your quarters." He said, getting a hold of himself finally.

Malcolm's words should have made her laugh, and would have in any normal situation - but just now she agreed with them one hundred percent. She didn't care who saw, what they'd think. She didn't care. All she cared about was satisfying the need that crawled over her skin in flames. She shivered every time he touched her, groaned with the pleasure of his kisses. More.

She felt his grip on her tighten, pushing her more firmly against the wall. Somewhere in the back of her mind there was pain, but it was so small and so easily drowned by the lust. Tylar felt his hands feeling every part of her they could reach, and hers responded without thought, doing the same to him. The clothes were the problem, the clothes that stopped her feeling his skin...Needed off.

"Okay, I need to stop long enough for you to lead us back to your quarters."

Pulling away from it long enough to think was difficult, but she managed it, and this time the greenrider did laugh shakily. "And I should stop long enough to bring you there," she agreed, shaking. Shells, would she be able to? The diminutive rider whirled and pulled at his hand suddenly, twisting out of the space he'd pinned her to and dragging him down the way to where her ledge was. Wynnfrith looked up at them, snorted quietly, and went back to whatever she was doing. Brooding, probably. Tylar paid her little heed.

Only one goal in sight, and there it was. Malcolm was dragged to the bed by a now-gleeful, lust-ridden greenrider, who then released his hand to roll onto it. "Come here, Malcolm." Her voice, soft and husky, beckoned him greedily. Already she was stripping off her tunic and pants, sighing with relief as the restrictions fell away. "Take me."

[You post then we fade to black, perhaps?

Malcolm allowed himself to be drug back to Tylar's quarters. It was a good thing that the both of them managed to regain their senses long enough to leave the hallway where all could see them. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her as she lead them to her room, quite a site it was indeed.

Finally they were in her room and by her bed, just the place he wanted to be. Tylar let go of his hand so she could roll onto the bed and started stripping her clothes off. Another pleasant sight that only served arouse him even farther. At last he would have the release he needed. "Come here, Malcolm. Take me."

With those sultry, seductive words Malcolm began to strip off his own clothes till he was in nothing but the suit he was born in. "As you wish m'lady." He said as he crawled on top of her and gave her a kiss that was fiery enough to set them both ablaze.

FADE TO BLACK