Talking After The Gather (2/3)

Posted on Fri Jun 6th, 2025 @ 7:20pm by Bronze Rider F'cone & Milayna

Mission: 3531 AL
Location: River Cove Weyr
Timeline: M2 D30

F’cone slowly sat up in bed as he heard small noises that indicated someone was sneaking around trying to do something. He blinked in the dark bedroom and smiled a little as he spotted Milayna trying to find something in the chest

}: It is yours :{

*** I know. No one else would be searching our bedroom in the dark.*** The Bronze Rider responded as he leaned over and turned over a glow to help her.

“I am awake.” He assured rubbing his eyes.

Milayna hadn't wanted to disturb F'cone when she knew he needed his rest but she had forgotten a couple things and had to go back. she jumped a bit when the glow turned over and spun around.

“I'm sorry,” she apologized. “I didn't mean to wake you up.”

“S’okay.” He mumbled running hands through his hair which made it stand up on ends. He could not sleep the day away or he would not sleep that night. He also still needed to check over drills for the next day with K’yar. “What are you looking for?” He wondered shifting to sit back against the wall.

Milayna pressed a hand to her mouth to keep from laughing when she saw how his hair stood on end. She figured laughing wouldn't be appreciated at the moment. “Oh just my notes,” she answered. They weren't the best notes but they did help her to remember what she was learning.

“I might have grabbed them up when I was cleaning papers and put them on my desk.” The bronze rider yawned as he stood. He was wearing boxers and padded out to his desk starting to look through sheets.

Milayna pushed to her feet, a smile tugging at her lips as she watched him. Shards, it was a good thing the kids were at the crèche and their harper lessons. “I could forget the notes and just enjoyed the view,” she answered.

The man stopped mid rooting around for her notes to turn around and look at her with a raised eyebrow. “Flirty Milayna is a side I have not seen in a while.” He commented. He was not ashamed of his body far from it, he knew he was in shape.

She grinned at him. He was a very handsome man and he saved her life. “Should I keep her around a bit longer?” Milayna teased. She had been worried to let that side show for a while. They had been on a bit of ledge for a while.

The man found himself grinning back as he held out the notes to her. “I think so but I found your notes.” He tempted her, waiting for her to come and get them.

Milayna chuckled. She wouldn't mind being a bit like her old self. Especially when it was F'cone who she was able to flirt with. “Oh did you now?” she purred, cautiously stepping toward him.

“Certainly. Definitely your handwriting and I would not be writing around stitches and colouring techniques.” He answered smiling at her cautious step towards him. He stood a step forward offering it to her still. He had not seen her like this since Zalyith’s flight at the beginning of the month.

“Oh really? You don't want to learn stitching and colors?” She teased. This was not what she had in mind when she had tried to sneak in but she wasn't complaining. A smile teased her lips as she moved to snag her notes.

“I can stitch. Riders are pretty good at it. We used to make everything we needed in the Weyr before thread made it impossible.” He said as he moved to grab the notes he tossed it behind him and snagged her wrists tugging her against his chest. “But you can teach me.” He purred.

“Oh you can, can you?” She hadn’t seen him do that but of course she knew he was busy with other things. She squealed before starting to laugh when he caught her wrists and pulled her close. “Maybe some brighter colors,” she teased, her emerald eyes dancing as she looked up at him.

“Mmmhmm most of my clothes when we met were made by yours truly. ” He murmured leaning down to kiss her lightly. “I prefer dark colours. Easier to clean.” He whispered, pulling back.

She leaned into his kiss, her hands still trapped by him. “Oh fine,” Milayna agreed with a smile. “How bout patterns then?” She giggled, a bit breathless from his kiss.

“I can read patterns. I really do mean that I can make clothes. We are not always just about fighting thread. I was a rider before the thread came.” He turned the woman around holding her still against his chest but letting her wrists go as he moved his hands to her hips.

“I believe you,” she assured him. She was just having fun teasing him. It had been a while since they had been this relaxed. “Now who's teasing?” She whispered, laying her head back against his chest.

He was glad she believed him as he never wanted her to have doubts about anything he said. He might be a rider with whims and needs that sometimes she could not fulfil but he had never lied to her. “Not me. I have every intention of following through on my teasing.” He assured her quietly ducking his head to kiss her neck.

Milayna had never doubted F'cone. He had always stood by his word. She had messed that one up, but she wasn't going to dwell on that right now. “You do, do you?” She asked before gasping amid a soft purr of pleasure.

“Oh very much Mil.” He whispered in her ear as he ran a hand across her stomach. “How long until you are declared missing from the weavers workshop?” He wondered his voice was husky.

She shivered as his breath caressed her neck, his hand running across her stomach. “A candlemark or so,” she managed to whisper, her mind spinning and her body reacting to his touch.

“Oh that is plenty of time.” He grinned as he bit her neck softly as he slowly started to work on the ties of her dress. Once he had enough ties loose he reached inside caressing her skin. His hand fleeting over her stomach and chest band.

“Plenty of…” She trailed off with a moan. “F'cone,” she purred arching against his hand. Shards, she definitely hadn't expected this when she had slipped in to grab her notes. she gripped his arm with a shiver.

He stopped instantly as she gripped his arm. “Want me to stop?” He quickly checked his voice on edge. He loved the way she spoke his name but the way she gripped his arm made him wonder and he would never do something she did not want.

“don't you dare,” she whispered, kissing his chin. She never wanted him to stop. She loved everything he was doing to her.

“Okay okay.” He chuckled as she caught her lips in a hard kiss. He had just wanted to check that she was okay with him as he thought her gripping his arm was her wanting him to stop. The wingleader moved his fingers to undo her chest band reaching inside to start teasing her more.

She leaned into his kiss, a soft purr type moan passing her full lips. She definitely didn't want him stopping. “F'cone,” she moaned against his lips. “Shards.”

“I love when you say my name like that.” He murmured reaching down to pull her dress up over her head with the chest band leaving them both just in underwear. “Perfection.” He whispered against her neck.

Milayna giggled as his hands brushed her sides as he removed her dress. The last time they had been like this was during a flight and that wasn't the same. “Not even close but thank you,” she purred. “now you bronze rider are perfection,”she purred, turning in his arms.

F’cone raised an eyebrow and hauled her up over his shoulder to take into the darkened bedroom before tossing her lightly on the bed. “You are perfection Mil. And I am going to show you.” He assured joining her on the bed leaning over her. He had a candlemark to change that view point and he would succeed. She was perfect in his eyes.