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T'rell
(T'rell's apartment, just after midnight, day 8)
/snip from Tree's post/
The Wingleader was tired and worried as he headed to his apartment. ÊHe
didn't even bother to light a lamp as he moved through the room towards
the
bedroom. ÊStripping his clothes off as he went T'rell fell onto the bed.
ÊWarm hands and a soft voice came out of the darkness calling his name
and
caressing his bare chest.

Jumping up he quickly lit his bedside lamp. ÊT'rell's eyes widened as he
saw
Pandora lying on his bed clad in an almost see through silken gown. ÊHer
eyes
were bright with lust as they roamed over his nude form.

It was then he saw the medicine bottle beside the bed and it was looking
a
lot emptier than when he had left.
/end snip/

ÊÊÊÊT'rell blinked, looking back and forth between the empty bottle and
the
dreamy smile on Pandora's face. ÊHe struggled to find something either
very
profound or very witty to say.

ÊÊÊÊ"Awshit," was all that came out...but it was, he decided, at least
appropriate to the situation.

ÊÊÊÊ"I've been waiting for you," Panda said softly, her speech a little
slurred from the medicine. ÊShe sat up, her hands running sensually over
his
bare chest. ÊT'rell found his eyes locked on *her* chest, which wasn't
bare
but could have easily passed for such given the flimsiness of her gown.
ÊÊHe
swallowed hard. Ê

ÊÊÊ"Um...Pandora...I don't think this is...um, you know....such
a...um...good...idea..."
He was cut off as her lips found his. ÊInstinctively, the wingleader put
his
hands up to push her back...but found his hands cupping her ample
breasts.

ÊÊÊHe pulled his head back a bit. Ê"Panda...wait, listen to me..." ÊHe
couldn't help but feel aroused by her actions, not to mention her sheer
*closeness*...but he knew he dared not let himself forget that she wasn't
herself right now. ÊHe was sure she'd respect him far more in the morning
if
he resisted his baser desires and...

ÊÊÊÊYes, that was it! ÊHe'd resist his baser desires and...and he'd get
her
safely tucked into bed, and....

ÊÊÊÊ"Take me," came her breathy whisper. ÊÊ"Now...!"

ÊÊÊÊT'rell cleared his throat. Ê"Um...Pandora...are you sure you wouldn't
like some coffee...? ÊIt's, um, nice and hot..."

ÊÊÊÊ"So am I!" she told him, her voice now sounding like a feral growl of
desire. ÊHe felt her hands running across his back, then sliding down to
his
buttocks, then around to his...

ÊÊÊÊThe wingleader cleared his throat, somehow managing to disengage
himself
from her in a manner that wouldn't be considered rude. Ê"Listen to me,"
he
said. Ê"You need to, um, cool down..."

ÊÊÊÊT'rell backed away, past the entrance to the dragon's side of the
apartment...and bumped to an unexpected stop against Flerrion's snout.
Ê*What
are you doing, sticking your nose in here??* he demanded testily.

ÊÊÊÊ[I was curious to see what was going on,] came the reply. Ê[It isn't
often that I get anything interesting like this to watch. ÊTo listen to
the
stories that most of the other dragons around here tell about their
riders,
I'm probably the only one who never gets to watch...]

ÊÊÊÊ*Tell me later!* T'rell grumbled, sidestepping as Pandora once again
tried to get him in her grasp. ÊBut T'rell's movement meant that she only
ended up grasping the end of Flerrion's nose. ÊShe let out a shriek and
stumbled back.

ÊÊÊÊ[Oops!] Flerrion said.

ÊÊÊÊT'rell dashed around Flerrion's nose. Ê"Pandora! Are you all right??"
he
asked, throwing his arms around her to keep her from falling over
backwards.

ÊÊÊÊBefore he knew it, Pandora's arms were around *him* as well. ÊHer
lips
found his, and the next thing he knew, she was kissing him. ÊAnd he was
returning the kiss. Ê

ÊÊÊÊ"Ummmmm..." he exclaimed, as he allowed his hands to begin their
gentle
exploration. ÊHe was still worried that he might be taking advantage of
her...that she wouldn't respect him again after this...that she wouldn't
invite him over for coffee and brownies anymore...

ÊÊÊÊBut in the heat of the moment, he felt his concerns slipping away.
ÊIt
had been so long since he and Mari had...since he'd had anyone... his
breath
began to come in short, panting gasps of desire as he felt the
unmistakable
fire of arousal begin to build up in his loins. ÊÊ

ÊÊÊÊHe knew he'd hate himself after this was over. ÊBut he still found
himself assisting Pandora as she opened the front of her gown...he
thought he
knew exactly what would happen next...

ÊÊÊÊHe was wrong. ÊJust as he was about to fulfill his desire, the heat
that
was building in him was suddenly quenched by the loudest and wettest
*SNORT*
he'd ever experienced.

ÊÊÊÊ"Aaaargh!!!" T'rell shouted, springing up and glaring up into
Flerrion's
eyes. Ê"Just what in the HELL did you do that for??"

ÊÊÊÊFlerrion looked quite proud of himself. Ê[I am just helping my friend
Samson,] he explained.

ÊÊÊÊT'rell stood there blinking stupidly at the dragon, as Pandora slowly
got
to her feet and began pressing herself against him. Ê*Huh?* he asked.

ÊÊÊÊ[I'm doing this as a favor for Samson,] he explained. Ê[You see,
Samson
said that he couldn't always be around to protect Pandora from humans who
might try to take advantage of her...so he asked me to keep an eye on
things
here. ÊHe said that if certain things started to happen, I should...]

ÊÊÊ*Oh, and because he told you that, you just went ahead and did it!*
T'rell
mindshouted. Ê*If Samson told you to jump off of a cliff...aaargh!!*

ÊÊÊÊ[Well, I'm only helping out a friend,] the dragon reminded him.
Ê[There's
no need to get all upset about it...oh, excuse me...]

ÊÊÊÊPandora had now pressed herself *quite* tightly against T'rell,and
the
wingleader only had time to turn and shield her before a second *SNORT*
split
the air.

ÊÊÊÊ*You...you....you...IDIOT!!!* T'rell mindshrieked. ÊHe picked up the
nearest handy object - a broom - and advanced menacingly in Flerrion's
direction.

ÊÊÊÊ[Uh-oh,] Flerrion said, abruptly turning tail and making a hasty
departure. Ê

ÊÊÊÊ*Come back here so I can whup you good!!* T'rell roared, chasing
after
him and swinging the broom wildly.

ÊÊÊÊ"T'rell, wait!" Panda cried, hurrying out after him.

    T'rell didn't hear her, so intent was he on swatting his errant
dragon.

    [You *really* need to control your temper!] Flerrion told him, as he
reached the edge of the ledge.  The dragon spread his wings and leaped.  
T'rell started to leap too, but then remembered that he didn't have
wings...

    "Damn!!!" he shouted, as he landed half on and half off the ledge. It
was only then that he remembered something else...he was stark naked.

    T'rell dragged himself back up so that he was fully on the ledge.  In
an
instant Pandora was bending over him, helping him to sit up.  He noted
dimly
that the front of her gown had been blown open by the wind from
Flerrion's
wings.

   The next thing he knew, Pandora was kissing him...right out on the
ledge,
in plain sight of anyone who might still be up at that hour.

   Ah, what the hell, he thought, and kissed her back.

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John

T'rell & Flerrion
Daere Warren