Dragons (ficlet 12/? - possibly 15)
Title: Ficlet : Greta and Brian
Rating: Intended for an Adult Audience (adult language, explicit sexual themes)
Fandom: Bandom/Dragonriders of Pern crossover (posted for bandom_pern)
Pairing: Greta/Brian
Warnings: None
Words: 1656
Summary: Brian was preoccupied, and Greta knew why.
Previous Ficlets in the Series: 1. Bob, 2. Spencer, 3. Brendon, 4. Brian, 5. Bob Again, 6. Greta, 7. Spencer Again, 8. Miloth, 9. Bob Once More, 10. Brendon Visits, 11. Spencer and Bob.
Greta and Brian
Greta looked down at the top of Brian’s head. He’d become quite skilled at this over the last few years. He’d learnt how to read her sighs and follow her directions, and just how hard to press, and when to lick and when to suck.
Brian scooped his arm under her thigh, pulling her a little further down the bed. He rested his cheek on her tummy, cuddling her thighs together.
He was preoccupied, and Greta knew why.
The Hall was mostly empty today, due to the Gather. Greta liked to stay and use the quiet of the day to sit and be still, and to sort through her notes from the weeks. She could think through any troubling cases that were difficult to ponder on when all the other voices and needs were surrounding her, along with the physical noise of the smithcraft.
She did enjoy it when Brian managed to get away early from the Gather. He had duties to fulfil as Craftmaster - he had to be seen to be enjoying the wine and dancing, and make small talk with the Lord Holder. Sometimes he would stay and flirt with the visiting craftswomen, or enjoy a tryst with one of the Lord Holder's unmarried sisters, but other times he would sneak back up to the Hall and find her.
One of the benefits of Greta’s position as Healer was that it caused no comment for her to remain unattached, and free to dedicate herself to her Craft. She had enjoyed a few liaisons through her years as journeywoman, and still shared a deep attachment to her fellow apprentice, Emily. They had been assigned to different parts of the continent, though, and had made no commitments to each other.
As much as she enjoyed the peace, she was not at all averse to spending an afternoon in bed with such a good and caring friend.
It had only been a little while after they'd met in her rooms when they'd heard the farewells and the departure of the visiting Dragonrider and Harper back to the Weyr. They'd heard Bob and Spencer joking together on their way past Greta's door and on up the stairs to Bob's quarters on the next floor.
They'd not been able to catch the words but they'd heard the light hearted, teasing tone. They'd heard the door slam, and a little later they'd heard something smash to the floor. It wasn't difficult to fill in the details of what was happening just above them.
Brian hadn’t believed Greta when she’d told him what she had suspected. What she knew really, but her knowing pretty much freaked him out. So she didn’t tell him that she had felt waves of affection coming off Bob and directed at Spencer. She told him that she had the impression that Bob felt comfortable with Spencer in a way they hadn’t seen him be before.
The responding sense of hurt and jealousy from Brian wasn’t a surprise. It wasn’t news to her that Brian’s feelings for Bob weren’t purely brotherly, but she wasn’t sure how much of that he had ever admitted even to himself. Or even if he’d realised what it all meant.
She leant a little on him, prodding at his emotions and encouraging him to examine his response some more.
~
Brian had always cared about Bob. From when they were children, through all the time they'd spent apart, until after his accident, when Bob had been such a shadow of his former self. He'd never questioned his decision to sponsor him to his Craft, and he'd enjoyed Bob’s constant, if silent, presence through the recent years spent learning how to lead his Hall.
It's not that Brian forgot that Bob had been a dragonrider. It was more that that whole part of his life seemed so separate from who he was now, here away from the Weyr.
Brian had been there, as Bob's invited guest, when he had Impressed Dradineth. He had seen them together, but that had been Bob caring for a little creature, much like he'd cared for animals back in their hold growing up.
Having Spencer here all the time had really made Brian think about the fact that Bob had been an actual dragonrider who had ridden an actual dragon. A dragonrider who had ridden an actual dragon who had flown actual mating flights.
It wasn’t Spencer's fault that he was thinking about Bob like that. Not stoic and silent, but lost in the thrall of a passionate encounter. It wasn’t Spencer's fault that Bob just seemed more... attractive. So it definitely wasn’t Spencer's fault that Brian was thinking how much he'd like to extend his friendship with Bob further, very much like he had with Greta.
But of course, now Spencer was here. And even though Brian had been unconsciously waiting for Bob all this time, it was this pretty, slinky green rider who had slipped in underneath Bob's defences. It didn't really seem fair.
Greta was smiling at him like she could see his thought processes. Not that she could. He was pretty sure that she couldn't...
~
If they hadn't both been lying so still and so quietly they might not have heard the faint moan, and the quick giggle that followed. Then there was a deeper pitched chuckle. A chuckle that was probably Bob. If Bob laughed. Which apparently he did. With Spencer.
Greta could admit that she felt slightly thrown off guard herself. She remembered so clearly how injured and bound up Bob had been when she first met him; how delicately she'd needed to tread - never too close, never too distant. She had been prepared to coax Bob back from a setback due to the ongoing presence of the dragon. And instead, he was laughing.
Brian lifted his head until he was looking her in the eye. Greta wondered for a moment if she dared to push even a little harder still.
Spencer would leave soon. His wounds were healing well. The dragon was also on the mend. And Bob would be left behind.
“Do you wish it was you?” she whispered into the hush.
Greta pulled a knee up, and Brian released his hold on her legs. She slid her foot along the length of his torso, reaching down at the same time to urge him to move up, come closer.
“He still needs you. He still needs us. When Spencer and Miloth are gone, we will still be here.”
He held her gaze and then pulled himself up, resting his head briefly at her breasts and then nuzzling at her neck.
“He would have been welcome,” she murmured into his hair, “any time.”
“Yes.”
Brian froze for a moment. Greta waited for him to own his response, to be ready to acknowledge that he hadn't been tricked into saying that. She ran her fingers across his back.
“He would have been.” Brian wasn’t looking at her, but he wasn’t hiding. He was letting her see.
She hummed her approval.
He looked up and she smiled at him. Brian rested his weight down on one arm, and Greta rolled over so that they were both lying on their sides, nose to nose. She pushed his arm and they continued over until he she was seated, legs either side of his hips. His hands instinctively found their way to cup her breasts. Greta reached behind and caressed and worked at his cock until she could lean her weight forward, tilt her hips and then slide down onto him.
Brian’s hands curved around to guide her hips. She rested her weight on one hand on his chest, finding a slow, smooth rhythm, pressing the fingers of her other hand to one side of her mound, increasing the pressure and friction.
“He would have been welcome, and that would have been fine with me,” Greta continued. They were holding each other’s gaze now. She could feel Brian’s heart beating fast underneath her hand, but he didn’t look away, and she felt almost as though he was hoping that she would feel the want that she saw in his eyes.
“He still would be.” Brian bent his knees, digging in his heels so that he would have some support to thrust against. “Maybe after… when they’re gone…”
“Yes.” Greta was surprised at how much want her own voice revealed.
“Want to see you together. Want to see you take him apart like you do to me. Want to see him…” Brian’s words were lost to his gasping breaths.
Greta leant forward, leaving space for her hand to coax a quick climax. Brian wrapped his hand around the back of her head, fingers tangled in her long hair, holding her close as they breathed each other’s air. He froze in place as she came, his stomach quivering with the effort of not moving. Brian knew that Greta had no plans at this time to have a child, so he waited, leaving her a few moments to gather herself before lifting her off and back so that she was sitting on his thighs. He fisted himself a few times and angled his erection away as he came.
In the quiet that followed, their words settled down between them. Greta felt as though a page had been turned. The future had never really been something they spoke of, both finding enough camaraderie and support in the moments they found to enjoy together. But now she was aware of a sense of possibility, the hope for something more. Brian opened his eyes and looked at her, and smiled.
Outside, the dragon warbled. Greta felt that if she could understand dragons she would have heard approval in the sound.
~
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Thankyou to maple_mahogany for the read throughs and insightful comments, and to reni_days for the beta.
Disclaimer: The Pern universe and the world, creatures and customs that belong to it remain the intellectual property of Anne McCaffrey, and the characters referenced in this piece are fictional representations of real people. No offense or infringement is intended, and no profit is being made.
Rating: Intended for an Adult Audience (adult language, explicit sexual themes)
Fandom: Bandom/Dragonriders of Pern crossover (posted for bandom_pern)
Pairing: Greta/Brian
Warnings: None
Words: 1656
Summary: Brian was preoccupied, and Greta knew why.
Previous Ficlets in the Series: 1. Bob, 2. Spencer, 3. Brendon, 4. Brian, 5. Bob Again, 6. Greta, 7. Spencer Again, 8. Miloth, 9. Bob Once More, 10. Brendon Visits, 11. Spencer and Bob.
Greta and Brian
Greta looked down at the top of Brian’s head. He’d become quite skilled at this over the last few years. He’d learnt how to read her sighs and follow her directions, and just how hard to press, and when to lick and when to suck.
Brian scooped his arm under her thigh, pulling her a little further down the bed. He rested his cheek on her tummy, cuddling her thighs together.
He was preoccupied, and Greta knew why.
The Hall was mostly empty today, due to the Gather. Greta liked to stay and use the quiet of the day to sit and be still, and to sort through her notes from the weeks. She could think through any troubling cases that were difficult to ponder on when all the other voices and needs were surrounding her, along with the physical noise of the smithcraft.
She did enjoy it when Brian managed to get away early from the Gather. He had duties to fulfil as Craftmaster - he had to be seen to be enjoying the wine and dancing, and make small talk with the Lord Holder. Sometimes he would stay and flirt with the visiting craftswomen, or enjoy a tryst with one of the Lord Holder's unmarried sisters, but other times he would sneak back up to the Hall and find her.
One of the benefits of Greta’s position as Healer was that it caused no comment for her to remain unattached, and free to dedicate herself to her Craft. She had enjoyed a few liaisons through her years as journeywoman, and still shared a deep attachment to her fellow apprentice, Emily. They had been assigned to different parts of the continent, though, and had made no commitments to each other.
As much as she enjoyed the peace, she was not at all averse to spending an afternoon in bed with such a good and caring friend.
It had only been a little while after they'd met in her rooms when they'd heard the farewells and the departure of the visiting Dragonrider and Harper back to the Weyr. They'd heard Bob and Spencer joking together on their way past Greta's door and on up the stairs to Bob's quarters on the next floor.
They'd not been able to catch the words but they'd heard the light hearted, teasing tone. They'd heard the door slam, and a little later they'd heard something smash to the floor. It wasn't difficult to fill in the details of what was happening just above them.
Brian hadn’t believed Greta when she’d told him what she had suspected. What she knew really, but her knowing pretty much freaked him out. So she didn’t tell him that she had felt waves of affection coming off Bob and directed at Spencer. She told him that she had the impression that Bob felt comfortable with Spencer in a way they hadn’t seen him be before.
The responding sense of hurt and jealousy from Brian wasn’t a surprise. It wasn’t news to her that Brian’s feelings for Bob weren’t purely brotherly, but she wasn’t sure how much of that he had ever admitted even to himself. Or even if he’d realised what it all meant.
She leant a little on him, prodding at his emotions and encouraging him to examine his response some more.
~
Brian had always cared about Bob. From when they were children, through all the time they'd spent apart, until after his accident, when Bob had been such a shadow of his former self. He'd never questioned his decision to sponsor him to his Craft, and he'd enjoyed Bob’s constant, if silent, presence through the recent years spent learning how to lead his Hall.
It's not that Brian forgot that Bob had been a dragonrider. It was more that that whole part of his life seemed so separate from who he was now, here away from the Weyr.
Brian had been there, as Bob's invited guest, when he had Impressed Dradineth. He had seen them together, but that had been Bob caring for a little creature, much like he'd cared for animals back in their hold growing up.
Having Spencer here all the time had really made Brian think about the fact that Bob had been an actual dragonrider who had ridden an actual dragon. A dragonrider who had ridden an actual dragon who had flown actual mating flights.
It wasn’t Spencer's fault that he was thinking about Bob like that. Not stoic and silent, but lost in the thrall of a passionate encounter. It wasn’t Spencer's fault that Bob just seemed more... attractive. So it definitely wasn’t Spencer's fault that Brian was thinking how much he'd like to extend his friendship with Bob further, very much like he had with Greta.
But of course, now Spencer was here. And even though Brian had been unconsciously waiting for Bob all this time, it was this pretty, slinky green rider who had slipped in underneath Bob's defences. It didn't really seem fair.
Greta was smiling at him like she could see his thought processes. Not that she could. He was pretty sure that she couldn't...
~
If they hadn't both been lying so still and so quietly they might not have heard the faint moan, and the quick giggle that followed. Then there was a deeper pitched chuckle. A chuckle that was probably Bob. If Bob laughed. Which apparently he did. With Spencer.
Greta could admit that she felt slightly thrown off guard herself. She remembered so clearly how injured and bound up Bob had been when she first met him; how delicately she'd needed to tread - never too close, never too distant. She had been prepared to coax Bob back from a setback due to the ongoing presence of the dragon. And instead, he was laughing.
Brian lifted his head until he was looking her in the eye. Greta wondered for a moment if she dared to push even a little harder still.
Spencer would leave soon. His wounds were healing well. The dragon was also on the mend. And Bob would be left behind.
“Do you wish it was you?” she whispered into the hush.
Greta pulled a knee up, and Brian released his hold on her legs. She slid her foot along the length of his torso, reaching down at the same time to urge him to move up, come closer.
“He still needs you. He still needs us. When Spencer and Miloth are gone, we will still be here.”
He held her gaze and then pulled himself up, resting his head briefly at her breasts and then nuzzling at her neck.
“He would have been welcome,” she murmured into his hair, “any time.”
“Yes.”
Brian froze for a moment. Greta waited for him to own his response, to be ready to acknowledge that he hadn't been tricked into saying that. She ran her fingers across his back.
“He would have been.” Brian wasn’t looking at her, but he wasn’t hiding. He was letting her see.
She hummed her approval.
He looked up and she smiled at him. Brian rested his weight down on one arm, and Greta rolled over so that they were both lying on their sides, nose to nose. She pushed his arm and they continued over until he she was seated, legs either side of his hips. His hands instinctively found their way to cup her breasts. Greta reached behind and caressed and worked at his cock until she could lean her weight forward, tilt her hips and then slide down onto him.
Brian’s hands curved around to guide her hips. She rested her weight on one hand on his chest, finding a slow, smooth rhythm, pressing the fingers of her other hand to one side of her mound, increasing the pressure and friction.
“He would have been welcome, and that would have been fine with me,” Greta continued. They were holding each other’s gaze now. She could feel Brian’s heart beating fast underneath her hand, but he didn’t look away, and she felt almost as though he was hoping that she would feel the want that she saw in his eyes.
“He still would be.” Brian bent his knees, digging in his heels so that he would have some support to thrust against. “Maybe after… when they’re gone…”
“Yes.” Greta was surprised at how much want her own voice revealed.
“Want to see you together. Want to see you take him apart like you do to me. Want to see him…” Brian’s words were lost to his gasping breaths.
Greta leant forward, leaving space for her hand to coax a quick climax. Brian wrapped his hand around the back of her head, fingers tangled in her long hair, holding her close as they breathed each other’s air. He froze in place as she came, his stomach quivering with the effort of not moving. Brian knew that Greta had no plans at this time to have a child, so he waited, leaving her a few moments to gather herself before lifting her off and back so that she was sitting on his thighs. He fisted himself a few times and angled his erection away as he came.
In the quiet that followed, their words settled down between them. Greta felt as though a page had been turned. The future had never really been something they spoke of, both finding enough camaraderie and support in the moments they found to enjoy together. But now she was aware of a sense of possibility, the hope for something more. Brian opened his eyes and looked at her, and smiled.
Outside, the dragon warbled. Greta felt that if she could understand dragons she would have heard approval in the sound.
~
next
Thankyou to maple_mahogany for the read throughs and insightful comments, and to reni_days for the beta.
Disclaimer: The Pern universe and the world, creatures and customs that belong to it remain the intellectual property of Anne McCaffrey, and the characters referenced in this piece are fictional representations of real people. No offense or infringement is intended, and no profit is being made.