Closed [Darniva Commonrooms] To fondly share the bond(Kovac)

[Lavira]

Timestamp: Fall 1, 513

How could she describe this feeling? No words could give it full expression, but the sense of sheer joy, overwhelming and filling her was beyond comprehension. And in the back of her mind, Mohya laughed.

The moment the eagle had landed back at the aerie, Vira had slipped off (near collapsing as her knees turned to jelly and a giddy laugh slipped from her lips) and embraced the birds face for her neck was far too large to wrap her arms around. The feeling of love and pride that swelled in her as she held the eagle like that for a moment was emphasized by the soft and happy churr the bird gave her in return. It was a bonding like she'd not seen before, not that she knew what it felt like for others of course. That one had chosen her...Her! Lavira, the broken, Lavira, the half blind...

"I must tell Kovac, Mohya. He would want to know first."

~Alright, child. Speak with the Valintar after, arrange for our quarters.~ The eagle thought back to her, making Vira grin anew as she finally released the bird. She would have to get used to talking with her heart and mind and not her mouth. That was going to take some time.

Leaving the eagle at the dark nest, she hurried out, passing the first of the Dek that worked the Nesting Aeries (Tishu was her name) and giving the older woman a grin and a hug as she passed, almost knocking her off her feet. "Sorry Tishu! I'll be back in a while, I think, and help catch up. Feed the babies for me! Bye!" In Mohya's aerie, the raptor gave a clucking sound that emanated laughter, Vira thought before the teenager was gone.

Dawn had just begun to spread across the Sanikas Valley and light the volcano's eastern face when they landed so Vira thought Kovac might still be sleeping. She raced through the warrens and tunnels, weaving around the early morning teams of Dek cleaning the corridors and even bumping into an Avora (of which yelled back at her for her slip) but it did not stop her.

By the time she reached the Avora's level of the Commonrooms, Vira had to pause, breathing hard as she looked about for a senior who might know which was his room (he knew where she lived but she did not know where his room was!). A grey-flecked dame was exitting a room ahead and Vira quickly stepped to her, her right hand pressing hard into her side as if to pressure the pain into submission. "Excuse me, ma'am, I'm looking for Avora Kovac's quarters, can you point me to them?" She said, her face lit with a smile still.

The reputation of the man in question always preceded him and the older woman raised a brow at the teenager bothering her on her way to work. "Five down, take a left, go up the steps. Second door on the right." The matron replied before turning and leaving as well. Vira hurried off to the place so indicated, counting the doors as she went out of habit.

When she reached the hunters assumed address, her hand rose to make a fist in front of the door, ready to knock, and breath held in preparation. But, the teen hesitated.

What if he's not in there? What if he's upset for waking him? Does he even sleep in?

Nonsense, Lavira, just knock. The worst thing he'll not be there and you'll just have to wait...but I don't know if I can wait. Bother, just knock!

She released a tense breath and knocked quick and light three times. But the rapping was too light even for her making the noise to hear. The former chiet paused and listened long with ear against the door. No answer. This time, the girl knocked harder and longer, knocking and knocking until he answered...she hoped he answered. Oh how she hoped.

Please oh please be there. She thought to herself, eyes clenched shut and her breath held a second time.

[Kovac]

Up too late. He had not had as much wine, he didn't drink near as heavily as he used to, but he did get to bed late. The Avora was sprawled on his mattress, half tangled in a sheet, sleeping soundly. The rapping at the door took several repetitions before it penetrated the fog of slumber, and Kovac stirred with a groan.

Who the petch...am I late? Wait, no early assignment today.

His olive-hued body was nude, and with an unceremonious jumble he sat up and pulled the sheet around himself. Taking a moment sitting on the edge of the bed, the Avora realized he had not yet opened his eyes. He cracked open the lids slowly. The room, thankfully, was dimly lit, his eyes adjusting easily. With a bit of a stumble, he stood. "Coming, coming!" He more muttered than called out to the insistent visitor on the other side. He staggered to the door, pausing a moment, one arm holding the sheet loosely around his groin. The free hand fumbled for the latch, and he swung the door open.

Through his bleary eyes Kovac saw the familiar figure of Lavira standing in his doorway. Even in his semi-awake state, the Avora could see the excitement in which the Chiet swam. It was almost palpable. Had he been more lucid, Kovac may have hazarded a guess at why the girl was brimming with joy. But still cloudy, he simply managed a lazy smile and took the falconer by the shoulder and dragged her into his room.

Shutting the door behind him, Kovac's smile broadened to match Lavira's wide grin. He let the sheet drop, put his hands on her shoulders and leaned it to give her a kiss. The kisses they shared had become more ardent as their friendship had grown over the summer, but no less sweet than the first one. Stooping to collect the sheet again, he held it in front if him as he beamed down at her. "Alright sunshine, why are you glowing so brightly this early in the morning?"

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[Lavira]

Her impatience that he should wait so long to respond made her shift nervously on her feet. The young womans panting had eased and the magnified stitch in the healing tissue was finally beginning to ebb when she heard his voice from the other side.

Elation filled her and it took all of her willpower not to pound upon the door again, insisting that he hurry. Vira could not find a place to put her hands as she waited and regularly moved them about between grabbing the fabric of her wrinkled bryda to trying to smooth her tangled hair to fiddling with the feather hanging between her shoulder blades. At one point, she found herself scratching excitedly at her forearms before at last the door opened, synchronizing with the O of her mouth at finding him covered only by a light sheet. Before she could say a word, however, the Avora had pulled her in.

When the door closed behind them, Vira stumbling a moment to regain her balance upon still somewhat liquid legs, the teen surely did not resist the kiss. The excitement bubbling in her chest allowed her to press into it where otherwise she would have granted and returned it with quiet grace, not pushing the boundaries nor resisting the interests. When it ended Vira followed his bend to pick the sheet up and then quickly looked away for his own modesty's sake.

Once he was presentable, the Chiet-no-more went into this long rant of strung together words that came out in a rushed single breath, leaving her panting and laughing again. Taking a moment to collect herself, she tried again to relate what had just transpired, talking a little slower but still somewhat quickly in an effort to translate her joy.

"Mohya did it, Kovac! She did it! She's been silent so long and I was just sitting in her aerie as I often do when things get to be too much, and she spoke! I thought she hated me, hated us all, but she doesn't. She's just been as troubled as I and then she spoke; can you believe it?" Vira drifted away from him, the scene replaying in her head as she tried to describe it to him.

"She must have been out hunting with her mate so I'd gone up to her aerie while the revelry was going on. I've never been much a fan of parties and it'd been a bad day. Iosha's already left, unfortunately, and I haven't seen Addy about or I would have gone to her. I didn't want any of the upper castes to see me like that, especially you..." There was the haunt of tears around her eyes that had darkened and puffed the flesh about them up but it was not so bad anymore. "And then she shows up and she is so quiet. I thought she was angry I was using her aerie to hide in again but then...You won't believe it, but she asked me to fly with her!"

She had reached the other side of the room then and turned back to him now, hurrying over to lay her hands on his cheeks, staring up at him. "And I did, Kovac, I did. And it was amazing! The dames I care for have all shied from me or treated me with something akin to sympathy, like I'm some doll they're going to break for looking at me wrong. But I'm not, you know that as well as any. A little rough around the edges, I suppose, but..." The teen stopped, her eyes growing glassy for a moment before breaking into a grin again. "Sorry, I'm rambling. The point is-" Vira paused long, looking between his eyes with her single one and then finisehd. "-we Bonded."

And then she kissed him. It was no curious flirtation or maternal embrace. It was a down and dirty kiss full of the euphoria she'd felt when in the air and when the Eagle made the offer in her mind. Her head had tilted to the left slightly and her lips had opened to dash her tongue against his, hands still holding his cheeks as if this would confirm the reality of the moment that she wanted to share with him. She held it, pressing against his lips and body, breaths rushing through flared nostrils until she was forced to relent and suck a breath through her mouth. Her right hand fell from his cheek to lightly wipe the spittle from around her lips while her left hand descended to cup his neck.

It was a start but, "Oh how I wish I could show you what it was like. She is so much like me, Kovac, and yet so different and I wish I knew how to describe it." She laughed and sought to wrap her arms around his neck this time. "The closest I can envision is-" Far in the back of her mind, the bird clucked a laugh at her.

~Be honest. Speak from your heart, lass.~

"-...is that moment between lovers just before...before you know..." She spoke a little shyly at that moment, looking between his eyes for understanding.

[Kovac]

Kovac had never seen Lavira so excited. It was more than giddiness, he had seen that before on their adventures together. This was joy that bubbled out of her like boiling water. It was contageous, and Kovac's grin widened as the girl rattled off her tale with remarkable speed. The Avora mentally clung to her stream of words as he tried to discern what had her literally gushing with excitement. His eyes followed her excited pacing, wrapping the sheet around himself and tucking it, his arms folding over chest as the story unfolded.

He gathered what he could, stringing together the story as the falconer went. The eagle Mohya, she had mentioned her before, had spoken to her. Rather significant, since the Wind Eagles were very particular in their communiction, and usually only spoke telepathically with riders. But Kovac knew well that Lavira was special, and supposed that the eagle saw the uniqueness of the woman just as he had.

But it was more than that. She had flown with the Eagle. An almost unheard of event, a Wind Eagle giving rides to Chiet workers. There was more to this, and dawn began to enlighten upon his waking mind. The press of her small hands framed his face as her sparkling eye met his, her gaze alive with vigor. Then she said it.

Bonded.

A few ticks of complete blankness fell upon the Avora. She did it...Lavira finally made it. It was her dream, a dream most would have, and did, scoff at. A dream he encouraged but often wondered if it would ever come to fruition. That day, it had. Kovac was shaken from his shock by the press of her eager lips against his mouth, eyes still staring wide-eyed at her until she deepened the oral embrace, the pure passion of it forcing his eyes to close as he submitted to the Chiet...no, Endal's affection. For another few ticks Kovac reveled in the moment, feeling Lavira pour the overflow of excitement into the fiery kiss, emphasizing not only how ecstatic the event had made her, but the fervor in which she wanted to share the excitement with him.

He gasped as the suction broke, eyes wide again from the intensity of Lavira's kiss, fire and shock and surprise wracking Kovac as he looked down into the eyes of Wind Reach's newest rider. Slim arms draped around his neck, as Lavira shared her excitement. The grin on Kovac's face stretched to a knowing smile as the girl shared her analogy.

Kovac was happy for her. There were whispers at the back of his mind, the old Kovac was never truly gone. But the Avora would wrestled with those concerns and worries later. Now it was about Lavira. "I could not be more proud of you Vira. You are a..the...most remarkable woman I have ever met. You will make a fine rider." His arms wrapped around her waist pulling her into a tight embrace, his arms moving to encircle her. Kovac kissed the crown of her head, then rested his face against the her silken mane. He did not want to let her go. The Avora wanted to keep her, hold her, make love to her. But part of him also did not want to let Lavira go, go to the Aeries, go be an Endal, go off and live her dream, without him. It was there, in that desperate embrace, that Kovac, stubborn mongrel, sardonic hedonist and grumpy Avora, admitted to himself the truth he had known all along. He loved Lavira.

Finally, Kovac released the bear hug, but did not take his hands from her waist, still holding her close. He regained his composure, and snarkiness. "You know what this means? Now you can boss me around!" The Avora quipped, then flashed a wry grin. "You have earned this Vira." A hand lifted to brush the beginning of a tear welling at the corner of her eye. Looking down at her, Kovac saw her gaze awash with joy. Lavira had never been more beautiful. Pulling her closer against him, The Avora now kissed her with equal ardor and fire, relinquishing long enough to admonish her. "I better be the first one to ride with you."

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[Lavira]

When he wrapped his arms around her, so too did she to him, limbs sliding beneath his until her face pressed against his chest and her hands could rest crossed behind him, the low thump of his heart against her ear a delightful sound. There was no one else in all of Wind Reach she would rather have shared this moment with; none held her with such impassioned strength as the man who did not and Vira would have had it no other way.

When the hug finally ended and they were able to look up at one another, Vira simply stared up at him, something niggling at the back of her mind about something she'd seen in his eyes before he enveloped her in his arms. But what was it? It slipped her mind when he kissed her again, the newly raised Endal pushing up some to press her lips against his, hands sliding around to his front and holding tightly the blanket that kept him modest. She didn't want the kiss to end, so much of her was still riding that high in the sky that she wanted to share it entirely with him.

When the kiss finally broke for him to make his declaration, Vira grinned back. "Of course, but you will have to convince her that, not me. Had I the choice, you could ride me anywhere." There was a long pause then and Vira blushed, reaching to rub the back of her neck. "I mean, ride with me. Ride WITH me anywhere...but I supposed you could do the former if the urge suits us." It was a spoken invitation. Their first time had been casual and kind, a gentle coupling, to say the least, where looks and kisses and delicate carresses had dominated. Ecstatic over what had happened as the sun set the previous evening, Vira wanted nothing more than to enjoy the high with the one she cared about and for most. "That is if you want to...I would be happy to consumate this joyous occasion with you."

[Kovac]

Lavira had barely uttered the last syllable of her flowering words when Kovac again wrapped his arms around her, all but picking her up off the floor. His mouth crashed against her, opening a celebratory kiss in which he poured his pride in her, as well as his fiery desire for the fresh Endal. In its deep ardor was the answer to her invitation. He pulled away long enough to speak in spurts between a barrage of hungry kises. "I am so proud of you Vira,"..."You deserve this,"..."Gods I could eat you whole." Without really understanding, Kovac was so happy for Vira, so enamored with her for her accomplishment and good fortune, that the fact that she was now the elite, that she would move to the Aeries, that thing could change...never crossed his mind.

Yes Kovac wanted her, more so than ever and Lavira didn't have to ask twice, or even once. Their first time together they were guided by discovery, not only of one another's bodies, but of the tender nuances of learning to express their affection in a new way to each other. It was sweet and revealing, lazy and lingering.

But that morning, they were rejoicing. Lavira was virtually high from her flight, already fueled with adrenaline. Her contagious excitement spread to her Avora lover, who now took her in his arms with unbridled passion. He spun her around as they kissed again, finally setting her on the edge of his bed, flashing a beaming smile. Kovac's muscular arms folded over his bare chiseled chest. One strong hand lifted, the index finger pointing down to the knot of the hastily donned sheet around his waist.

"I have a present for my girl, to show her how proud I am of her." The signature wry grin spread across his lips. "Go ahead, open it!"

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[Lavira]

Swept off her feet and spun, the teen lost herself in the lavishes of her man, grinning between them and meeting each with a no-less emotional one of her own. Every touch of lips seemed to bring a new air of excitement, pushing desire faster and faster towards outright lust. Whenever he tried to speak, the words were nearly drowned by the renewed oral embrace and a torrent of simpering laughs from the woman in his arms.

Eventually the flourishes had subsided and he deposited her on the beds edge, Vira grinning gaily with her hands on the edge, leaning towards him even as he stood, a surly figure with arms crossed in not but his blanket. What a gift he was! But what gods were there to praise that he should be in her life now? There was no real embarassment when around him, nor true discomfort, the awkward moments having often been short lived as this curious relationship slowly escalated. There was only happiness to share their moments with each other. And Vira wondered if perhaps...

Nonsense, I will not roll upon that path with false hope. He is kind and he understands and he chooses to...

She had to snort mentally at the hypocracy of those thoughts even as they held one anothers gaze, as if waiting for something to happen now. He chose to affection her was as silly as their eel-joke. Affection, who called it that? He chose to be with her, that was true, just as she chose to be with him and was the happier for it. He wanted her and she wanted him, and again they were happier for it...

But Love? That mischievous L word that so often brought misery to those who could not comprehend such as the realm of Wind Reach? Heresy! They certainly liked one another but Vira feared to say that frightening word would push him away. Yet, deep down in her subconscious, a place where Mohya herself could almost glimpse, Vira did.

She loved him.

He was talking again, a randy look upon his face as he thrust a finger at the knotted blanket, to which Vira clapped her hands in delight and reached for it. "Really!? What surprise could this possibly hold?-" With a flourish, she undid the sheet and let it fall from her fingers, her right hand lifting to her mouth to politely cover the O of her lips in false astonishment.

"Goodness that is quite a present, Kovac!" She replied, getting back to her feet, shoulders rotating as her arms slipped behind her, bending until they could grasp the material of her vinati. "It looks like it will burn well, too." She grinned, recalling their joke once more. The knot securing her top was released but she did not yet remove it. Both hands raised upwards to clasp the scarf holding her wind-shaken hair and smoothly pull it away. Her rusty locks were bound in a taut pony tail that was likewise quickly removed, allowing the mid-back length mess to fall smoothly behind her.

Once this was done, the woman stepped intimately close, her body pressing against his, her smaller stature positioning his present higher as she wrapped her arms around his neck and stretched to kiss him. Her head tilted to one side a little, pressing firmly and invitingly against them, letting the heady euphoria be shared physically as much as emotionally.

[Kovac]

Kovac could hardly contain his smile as Lavira joined in his playful charade, no longer the shy girl she once was. The sheet was removed with a flourish, the fresh Endal feigning her surprise at the bawdy display. The Avora's eyes gleamed with excitement and laughter as the petite woman stood, thinking ahead as she reached to unfasten her garment. Kovac enjoyed the comments that had become a running joke between them, allegoric references to his endowment as both an eel and a log, and the girl did not fail to bring it up once again as they flirted heavily.

"Just need a little friction to start a fire, huh?" Kovac retorted with a wry twist to his grin. Vibrant red hair cascaded across her pale shoulders as her pony tail was released, waiting for his fingers to comb through. Kovac welcomed the press of the small woman's body, his gift folding against her bare midriff, warm against her cool skin. The Avora leaned down to meet the kiss reached up to him, head tilting opposite of the girl's to allow a perfect union. Wiry arms snaked around his neck as his own strong arms encircled her torso, pulling her closer against him, deepening the kiss once again.

Without breaking the ardent kiss, now more of a mutual mauling of hungry tongues and wet lips, Agile hands seized the fabric of Lavira's vinati, peeling it forward, coaxing it over her shoulders and down her arms until it was free to drop on the floor. Masculine hands splayed across her ribs, his fingers feeling the ridge of the now healed scar down her side.

One hand lifted to cup Vira's face, still seeking at the moment to pour every ounce of himself into the voracious kiss. Suddenly the other hand flew to the opposite cheek, and like pulling a hungry dog from a steak, Kovac broke the kiss. The Avora held her face between his hands looking down into her eyes. Yes, both of them. He adored looking into her dichotic gaze. She was both the blind unseeing eye, and the vibrant living orb. Lavira was blind to Kovac's age, nearly a decade older, she refused to see him as less because he was a half-breed, and she had turned a blind eye to his infamous reputation. He loved her as much for what she didn't see, as he did for whatever it was that the girl saw in him. To Kovac, her marred face was beautiful, for it displayed the incredible person she was inside.

Persistent throbbing brought the pensive moment to an insistent close as the Avora lifted the light Endal off the floor, her arms still around his neck, above his firm resolution, coaxing her to wrap long lean legs around his hips with a wide, ornery smile. The joy of the morning had sparked a randiness in the Avora that insisted Lavira's good news be celebrated with a bit of carnal flare.

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[Lavira]

What reason had she to see other than what she experienced? Her questions about his history had been answered and with understanding and grace, the young woman had accepted it. That was who he was, just as the fastidious worker that she was was likewise. How could Vira deny him his nature? It would be cruel and undeserving to judge him in that way when she shared as many flaws.

The kiss was savage, her cheeks flushed and her breaths hot as they all but chewed upon each other, evidenced by the sudden breaking (and following gasp) that came when both hands claimed her face for a moment. Bare from the waist up, Vira stood panting and grinning at him, the urgency in him apparent when he tried to lift her up to settle around his hips. That would not do this time, however and before he could get her feet off the ground, she twisted to take up a momentary aggressors role. Her whole body had rotated so that her backside was against him, rump rubbing enticingly and her hands reaching to gather his up for an embrace. She even went so far as placing his hands in two key locations, presents given in return to make this moment a little more exciting.

Her heart throbbed in her chest and her breaths were low pants as she ground against him, eyes closed for a moment to enjoy it. Only when she was certain of herself would she urge his hands away, though continued her providing the friction for the fire. Though his hands had been encouraged off in that sense, she would have guided him to alight upon the bryda instead, that pesky garment which impeded them starting this blaze properly. Let the man work this time, Vira thought, grinning visibly. She sensed Mohya slip from awareness some, a bird-like chuckle resonating at the back of her mind as she went, and somehow the new Endal knew they were truly alone now.

Once clear of her clothing completely, Vira turned to face him once more though it was only long enough that she could sit back upon the bed, at which point she scooted back far enough that she could swing her legs up and lay her shoulders and head down, a hand tucking under the pillow her skull now rested on. Her hips rotated until they laid flat upon the bed, legs slightly spread, inviting him. It was a challenge for her to do so, though, the missing muscles making supporting the angle hard. "Well...?" It should have been all she had to say, her left hand rubbing up and down her thigh, hip, and side, waiting.

[Kovac]

A fiery Endal now indeed, Lavira took the reigns from her Avora lover and instead positioned herself firmly in front of him, backside pressed brazenly against him. She guided Kovac's arms around her, placing his strong hands where she wanted them. Kovac found Lavira's assertiveness arousing, and he readily embraced the small woman, hands splayed across her breasts, pulling her closer against him. The randy gyration of the Endal against the Avora forced a low hum of approval as his own hips pressed forward to increase the pleasure of the friction between them, the affect upon the lusty hunter all too apparent as they moved.

Though the sensual dance did not cease, Lavira again took control, guiding Kovac's hands to her bryda. No words were needed, and the Avora hooked a finger on each hand into the hem of her garment, tugging it over her hips, crouching as he pulled them down to the floor. Convenient was his position, and Kovac pressed several wet kisses to the small of her back and the round curves that rose below before standing again.

Lavira turned, Kovac nearly deafened by the din of his racing heart as he watched her sprawl out seductively on his bed, no longer the shy girl he had first laid with near the Lochs. His Lavira was now a woman, experienced, and an Endal, having earned the rank she worked so hard to achieve.

As if to torment himself, Kovac simply watched for a tick as Vira stretched out invitingly, delicate hand caressing her hip and thigh. The girl was marred. One scarred dead eye, a terrible healed wound streaked down one side of her torso. But to Kovac, Lavira was beautiful, desirable and his. With a broad grin and a sizable gift of his own, Kovac moved to the bed, settling between the Endal's long legs. He leaned to press a kiss to one knee, then to the inside of her thigh, the first in series that moved steadily upwards. This was a day of celebration indeed, and Kovac was going to ensure that Lavira knew just how much he was proud of her, how much he cared for her, and how much he wanted her.

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