It didn't get much better than this, I thought as Moordryd nibbled my earlobe. Noticing the content expression on my face, Moordryd chuckled and I blinked at him.
"Having fun are we?" He asked giving my neck a kiss and I grinned up at him. But just as his mouth found mine and we started to kiss, one of his hands started its descent down my back we both heard a voice. I ignored it, more interested in Moordryd and where his hand was heading but after a pause the voice could be heard again. Letting out a sudden growl, Moordryd turned his head slightly and growled at the door.
"Why does this always happen?" I muttered and Moordryd looked down at me, the same annoyed expression on his face. "Who is it?" I called out, hoping that they would leave us in peace to finish our shower together. Sadly that wasn't the case and I echoed Moordryd's growl as someone knocked.
"Rayne, you in there?" Artha called out and I sighed, turning around to stare at the door before I worked out what to tell him.
"Yes, Artha. What's up?" I called back as Moordryd held me in his arms, a slight smile on his lips. As I waited for an answer I felt Moordryd kiss my right shoulder and I gave him a slight raised eyebrow which he completely ignored, giving my left shoulder a kiss this time.
"I was just wondering if you wanted to practice for the next dragon race? Its in two days and Quiksilva's pretty fast so..." Artha trailed off then, his head titled to one side as he listened and just for a moment he thought he heard someone's voice. "Jessie, is there someone in there with you?"
"No, I'm alone. Why?" I called back as Moordryd started tonguing my ear, his hand reaching down at the same time and the moment he squeezed my bare backside I let out a gasp.
"No reason. So what do you think? Want to dragon race?" Artha called out, a huge smile on his face as he realized that I was in the bathroom with Moordryd. I managed to answer him without gasping a few seconds later which in itself was a pretty big acomplishment since Moordryd was right now nibbling my shoulder, his hand occasionally squeezing my butt. Letting out a chuckle Artha wandered away, already working out what to tell Parmon and Kitt.
"Would you stop it?" I growled just as Moordryd nipped my neck and I shuddered as he licked and kissed the bite mark he'd left. "You are...hopeless." I muttered before I cupped his chin and pulled his mouth towards mine. I was kind of hoping we could go a little further but again we were interrupted, this time by Lance who decided that now was the perfect time to ask me to play Battleground Dragon. I growled, a little frustrated as Moordryd's lips left my collarbone and as he lifted his head we heard the youngest member of the Penn Stables call out.
"Hey Rayne, wanna play Battleground Dragon?" Lance yelled, holding his game console in one hand and I sighed. I really wanted to finish my shower but when I answered that I was busy, Moordryd grinning in response, I heard Lance sigh and my heart sank. "Okay, I'll play on my own." He muttered, standing just outside the door and I frowned.
"Go on. You can always make it up to me later." Moordryd whispered and I rolled my eyes at him, unable to stop the smile that appeared on my lips.
"Okay I'll play. Just give me five minutes." I yelled out almost instantly hearing a laugh, which confirmed what I first thought. That he had just played me for a sap and I shook my head as he called back, telling me to meet him outside. As I heard he hurry away Moordryd let out a laugh and I playfully shoved him back under the shower, earning him a mouthful of water for his trouble. Then it was my turn to laugh as he coughed, face going bright red.
Serves you right." I said, reaching for the soap only to have Moordryd snatch it from my hand seconds later. Once he'd gotten over his coughing fit.
"Didn't I say you could make it up to me later?" Moordryd whispered as one arm snaked around my waist, pulling me against his chest and giving me a light kiss on the cheek. Letting out a chuckle at the frown I gave him, Moordryd reached across and I let out a slight gasp as he began to slowly soap my chest.
"Can you...stop that? You said 'later'...Moordryd." I mumbled and he paused, his hand resting between my breasts.
"What are you taking about, Rayne? This is 'later'." Moordryd answered, a cheeky grin on his face and I rolled my eyes at him. "Don't act like you're not enjoying yourself because your flushed face..." He trailed off as he returned to washing me and I tried to stay angry but that doesn't really work when your boyfriend decides to join your shower, strip and make out with you while he washes you. So in the end I 'reluctantly' let him have his fun which ended with a heart-pounding kiss that left me gasping and him grinning from ear to ear. After Moordryd dried himself, he grabbed my towel and started to rub me dry taking extra care with my breasts and backside until I gasped then he finally released me.
"You're doing this...on purpose, aren't you?" I panted as he leant over and reached for his boxers, giving me a nice view of his bare backside. "Why?" I asked as he slipped them on and turned around, grabbing his pants from the small pile of clothes. Giving me a grin he pulled them on and moved to my side just as I managed to find my underwear. Before I could put them back on he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me against his body, giving my neck a kiss.
"Rayne, I do everything on purpose. Including you." Moordryd answered, sucking lightly on my throat and I groaned eyes closing halfway. "And you don't complain."
"I made a promise to train. And play Battleground dragon with Lance." I muttered as he nibbled my throat, one arm moving towards my breasts before he squeezed one then the other. "Please...I have to go."
"I'd rather play with you." Moordryd purred and I couldn't move as he nuzzled my neck. Thankfully, for me anyway, I heard Connor call out and Moordryd finally released me and took a step back crossing his arms against his chest. "Scales."
"Rayne?" Connor called out and once I could breathe again, I answered telling him I'd be out in a minute. "Alright. By the way have you seen Moordryd?"
"He had to go back to the compound. But he's meeting me here at the stables in about fifteen minutes." I called back and with a shrug the elder Penn walked away. "Okay I'm getting dressed then we're leaving this shower, one at a time. Otherwise we'll be in for a lecture." I told Moordryd who stared for a few seconds before he finally nodded. This time I managed to dress without someone teasing me and as I walked into the hallway, I heard Moordryd follow me.
"Okay but you owe me big time." Moordryd said as he followed me towards the stables, not seeing the smile on my face as he walked behind me. Somehow I knew he'd collect on my debt sooner rather then later and I can honesty say I was looking forward to it.
As we reached the stables I found Lance sitting on a sleeping mat, more focused on his game than the two of us though he did glance up as we stepped through the doorway.
"Why did you take so long?" Lance asked and I coughed, face going bright red as Moordryd chuckled. "Huh what's so funny?"
"I know why Rayne's blushing." Artha said as he walked inside, giving me a smile and I frowned at him silently beging him not to say a word.
"Huh why?" Lance asked and even Moordryd raised an eyebrow at his rival, daring him to answer and Artha chuckled as he joined our group.
"When two people love..." Artha began before I threw my hand out and mag-pushed him into the wall, leaving everyone else a little shocked. "Hey, what was that for?" He asked as he climbed to his feet.
"Not another word, Penn." I growled and Moordryd burst out laughing, very impressed by his girlfriend. Giving me a slight head shake, Artha walked over.
"Okay you promised to train with me." Artha said and Lance leapt to his feet, looking at me with his trademark puppy dog eyes. "And play Battleground dragon apparently."
"Look I can't go back on either promise. How about this?" I answered and a few minutes later we were all sitting in a semi-circle playing Battleground dragon. Moordryd chose to watch, having never played before. Not wanting to appear a novice he sat beside me instead, his legs crossed.
"I'm gonna win!" Artha said and I grinned, my dragon running neck and neck with his. But just as we were nearing the finish line a massive dragon foot stomped down and flattened our dragons and that left Lance's dragon unscathed to finish in first place. As he laughed, chanting 'I won, I won' I just stared as Artha's jaw dropped. Curious, Moordyd leant over and looked at the screen for a few seconds before he looked at us.
"I haven't played that but I'm sure that wasn't supposed to happen." Moordryd commented as I blinked and stared at Lance, who giggled. "Heh nice hacking skills, mini-brat."
"Thanks." Lance grinned only to see Artha frown at him, arms folded and I sighed as I shook my head at his brother.
"Artha, it was pretty funny. Anyway I should probably be training, huh?" I said and Lance's grin grew wider. "Okay then let's go." I added as I stood up. As we headed towards the underground dragon temple I could feel Moordryd's gaze on me the whole way there and just as the lift reached the temple I gave him a slight eyeroll.
"What?" Moordryd said, keeping his voice low so only I could hear him. "I'm just admiring the view." He told me and I sighed, knowing he was just teasing me because our time together ended so abruptly.
"Whatever. I'm going to train so you can either watch or train with us. Your choice." I answered as I joined Artha and Connor. For the two hours I spent my time training with either Artha or Moordryd, the former taking it easy on me due to my exhaustion. However Moordryd didn't and as he knocked me on my backside for the fifth time I growled up at him as he grinned.
"You should be better at this by now." Moordryd commented as Artha helped me up and I crossed my arms. "No use getting angry at me."
"In case it's slipped your mind I'm your girlfriend." I said and getting a blank stare I rolled my eyes at him. "That means you have to take it easy on me." I explained and Moordryd stared for a few seconds before he gave me a grin.
"And who made that rule?" Moordryd asked and I threw my Jakk Stick at him which he caught in mid-air and watched with thinly veiled amusement as I pouted.
"Just forget it. I'm going to find Quiksilva and practice for the next dragon race." I shot back, my shoulders hunched as I walked back to the lift. As I headed for the stables, I didn't even notice Artha shake his head at Moordryd before he followed me.
"Wow she has an attitude. You know...I kind of like it." Moordryd commented as Connor sighed and turned to his son's rival.
"Moordryd, you need to help Rayne if she has any chance of defeating Armeggaddon." Connor told him and Moordryd turned, arms still crossed and with a slight smirk on his face.
"I can't take it easy on her or anyone. Rayne knows that but she just keeps snapping at me whenever I do." Moordryd answered and Connor nodded.
"Rayne knows she needs to be stronger. She's not mad at you but herself." Connor replied and Moordryd just blinked. "Rayne thinks she's weak." He added and Moordryd shook his head.
"Rayne's anything but weak. Maybe I should just keep training her." Moordryd said and Connor gave him a nod, pleased that his son's rival would take an interest in training someone other than himself. Right now I wanted to try my, and Quiksilva's hand at dragon racing since our past attempts had been less than helpful. As I sat on his back, Artha watched as I trembled and he looked at Beau who let out a snort.
"Rayne, just relax. Dragon racing's easy." Artha said and Beau gave him a look. "Well okay not easy but you'll get the hang of it soon."
"Okay so what do I do first?" I asked as Quiksilva pawed the ground, looking forward to seeing just how fast he could run. Giving us a dragon-sized grin, Beau shot forward leaving us in the dust and I growled. "Hey, no fair!" I shouted as Quiksilva roared his disapproval and suddenly he rushed forward, paws pounding the pavement as he chased after the dragon of legend. It didn't come as any great shock when Quiksilva matched his pace and as they raced neck and neck, I let out a yell enjoying myself.
Then Artha grinned and the Red thruster gear magged to Beau's side blasted them forward, leaving us in the dust and I frowned. "No way are they winning." I growled and Quiksilva let out a roar before he sped up and as he did I relax, remembering something that Mortis aka Connor told me.
"You and your dragon are one. When you can release the power within yourselves you can defeat Armeggaddon. Release the dragon." Those words repeated in my head and I closed my eyes, concentrating as Quiksilva started to move even faster. If I'd had my eyes open I would have seen him glow with a pale light and he instantly caught up with Beau before we rushed past as they watched on with wide eyes.
"Did they just...beat us?" Artha asked Beau who growled and sped up but we were already in front and too far ahead to catch. Unfortunately I didn't notice that we were nearing the end of the racetrack and when Quiksilva let out a startled roar my eyes shot open just as the wall suddenly appeared.
"Quiksilva, slow down!" I cried as he dug his claws in and as he tried desperately to avoid the wall I aimed at the ground. My hands glowing I used a mag-blast to dodge the wall, knowing my dragon couldn't stop in time and just before impact we shot high into the air. "We did it!" I yelled as we cleared the wall, only to see one of the stables far below and I screamed as Quiksilva tried to dodge it. He twisted in midir but it was no use and we crashed landed, smashing through the roof. Hearing the impact, Artha and Beau rushed over just as Connor and Moordryd appeared from the lift.
"Rayne! Quiksilva!" Artha called out as Beau rushed over, magging the broken beams and as Moordryd ran over everyone heard me groan. Trapped underneath Quiksilva, I couldn't move and as I lay there my dragon shook his head. Seeing me lying beneath him, he tried to stand but a broken beam pinned his body against mine. After lifting the beam clear, Artha looked at Beau. "Beau, can you mag Quiksilva off Rayne?" He asked and his dragon instantly complied, lifting the silver and black dragon clear and I let out a gasp.
"Rayne, stay still." Moordryd said as he kenlt beside me and when I went to sit up, he pressed his hand against my shoulder. "I said don't move. You're hurt." He ordered as I gasped and I lay still, feeling something running down my face.
"I'll get the first aid kit, hang on." Connor told us, hurrying towards the house as Moordryd reached over and wiped my forehead. I blinked as I saw blood on his fingertips and he gave me a slight smile.
"Its just a scratch. Now stay still and wait for Mr Penn to get back." Moordryd told me and I let out a giggle only to cough. "Okay what part of 'stay still' did you not get?"
"You're not...the boss of...me." I coughed as he reached over and gently wiped my forehead. It seemed like an age before Connor returned with a box in his hands and as he knelt beside me, Moordryd moved over.
"Does you head hurt?" Connor asked as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and helped me sit up. Getting a glare from me, he chuckled. "Come on, let's get you inside."
Giving him a nod, I allowed Connor to help me to my feet. But as I wrapped my arm around his shoulder my right wrist flared. Biting back a scream I trembled, almost blacking out on the spot.
"Rayne, what's wrong?" Moordryd asked as he moved to my side, searching my face as I closed my eyes. I didn't answer straight away, trying to stop myself passing out from the pain flowing through my wrist and Moordryd frowned.
"Wrist...hurts so bad. Ow..." I groaned not opening my eyes and so I didn't notice where Connor was leading me. Moordryd went to follow only for his Comlink to beep and he growled, sorely tempted to throw it.
"What, Cain?" He growled as his best friend answered and Cain cringed as Moordryd glared at him.
"You'd better get back now. If your father catches you at the Penn stables..." Cain trailed off as he saw Moordryd briefly glance to one side. "Is something wrong?"
"No its fine. Look tell him I'll be there soon and don't mention me being here." Moordryd said and Cain frowned at him.
"How soon?" Cain asked and Moordryd glared at him. "Alright fine. But you'd better get back before your father finds out." He answered before he hung up, not looking forward to talking to Word. And who could blame him?
As soon as he hung up, Moordryd headed towards the house. By the time he found me, Connor and Artha the elder Penn carefully wrapping my wrist and I looked up hearing footsteps.
"Hey, how's the wrist?" Moordryd asked giving me a wave and I managed a somewhat forced grin. "That bad huh? You do realize you and Quiksilva took out the roof?"
"I'm sorry, Connor." I sighed, wincing as Connor finished bandaging my wrist and he gave my shoulder a pat. "We were racing and I didn't notice the wall. I used a mag-blast to avoid it and we crashed into the roof. Didn't mean to wreck the roof."
"Better the roof than you. Besides it can be replaced and you can't. I'll get you something for the pain." Connor answered as he straightened and after he walked away I sighed, looking down at my wrist.
"Pretty impressive using the mag-blast." Artha said as I leant back against the wall and seeing my eyes close for a moment he grinned. "At least you didn't break anything but your wrist." He added and I stared at him, eyes narrowing.
"For dragon's sake can't you train without injuring yourself?" Moordryd asked and my head turned to face him, giving him a furious glare.
"Get out, Paynn!" I yelled so suddenly Artha actually jumped and I would have found that humorous if I wasn't so angry. "Just go away." I whispered and he sighed, thinking quickly as I struggled not to cry from both the pain and his hurtful words. As Connor returned holding something in his hand, he noticed me grimacing and he moved to my side.
"Has the pain gotten worse?" He asked as he handed me two small white tablets, the painkillers most likely and a glass half full of water. Shaking a little I swallowed the tablets and most of the water, coughing at the bitter taste before I handed the glass back. "That will help." He added, taking the glass and setting it down on the table nearby.
"A little. Still can't believe I can't do anything right. First my training then the race." I muttered and just for a second Moordryd looked almost guilty though he hid it well from both Artha and Connor.
"Everyone messes up at some point. Just rest for a while and I'll check back on you." Connor told me and I gave him a slight nod, feeling a little woozy. Whether that was from the injury or the painkillers I didn't know soon though I found myself wanting to lie back. I fought the urge for less than a minute before I gave in and lying back, my head resting on a pillow I closed my eyes.
Several hours passed and I woke to find someone leaning over the bed, a very familar face and as I opened my eyes he grinned.
"Hey babe, how are you feeling?" Moordryd asked as I sat up, rubbing my forehead as he crossed his arms. "That bad huh?" He said as I grimaced, my forehead burning from the cut.
"Why are you here, Paynn? I don't want to see you." I muttered, hands crossed against my chest as I silently mocked him. He just shrugged and leant even closer until I was backed up against the wall and giving me a geniune smile he kissed me. "Moordryd..." I mumbled a little distracted and he chuckled, reaching over and as he kissed my neck I felt his hand moving towards my shirt. "Wait...slow down." I tried to say but the rest of my protests were cut short as he gently kissed my throat this time, his hand finding the first button.
"Remember my promise? Now I'm collecting and besides...you look like you could use a distraction." Moordryd explained as he undid the top button, his lips brushing the exposed skin of my collarbone and I sighed. "Didn't mean to upset you."
"Its okay...I just needed to let that out of my system. Wrist's driving me crazy." I sighed and Moordryd gave me a slight smile as he undid the second button, pressed a kiss against the spot directly below my collarbone. "And so are you." I muttered as he reached for the third button and I finally tilted my head back, a tiny smile on my lips as he undid it.
"Yeah but its a good crazy." Moordryd whispered as he slolwy kissed my exposed skin, his fingers undoing each button as I sat there. Soon I groaned as he opened the shirt fully and when his tongue flicked across my exposed chest and belly, I shivered liking his touch. Hearing me groaning, Moordryd chuckled before he wrapped an arm around my waist and as his mouth kissed my belly I didn't resist.
As he brushed light kisses against my belly he rubbed his fingers into my navel and I gasped, eyes closing and he grinned. When the very tip of his tongue slipped into my navel I groaned leaning back against the wall and he sped up, his hand leaving my belly. It soon reached my bra and as he unclipped it, I didn't even notice too focused on his tongue as it licked my belly.
"Moordryd...that feels..." I couldn't breathe then as he slipped his tongue from my navel and slowly kissed his way towards my bare breasts. Leaning in close his tongue flicked across my left breast, teasing it before he cupped it and as he slowly sucked on it I groaned louder. "Oh...babe.." I groaned, trying to stay still as he sucked lightly on my left breast before moving to the right, giving the nipple a lick that sent my eyes rolling back into my head. Instead of giving the right breast the same treatment his teeth grazed the nipple before his whole mouth closed over the breast. This time I shuddered, unable to prevent a moan of pleasure escaping my mouth as he sucked hard on it. Soon he released me and watched with a slightly amused smirk as I whimpered.
"Are you still mad at me or not?" Moordryd asked and I opened my eyes, my cheeks almost burning and he smiled. "I'm guessing 'or not'."
"You'd be right." I answered as he kissed my lips and I sighed, not caring if I was naked from the waist up. "Thanks for not getting angry when I yelled at you."
"Why would I be angry?" Moordryd muttered sitting beside me on the bed and I tilted my head to one side, watching him and his hands. Noticing me looking slightly uncomfortable he gave me a one-armed hug and I rested my head against his. "Just relax, I won't do anything that you don't want." He explained as I snuggled against his shoulder, content to just sit with him. At first I didn't believe that he wouldn't take advantage of me because I was half naked and as if he could read my mind, Moordryd rebuttoned my shirt. Though I couldn't help noticing he left my bra off.
After a few minutes the room grew dark and at first I thought that the lights in the room had dimmed. Then I heard a voice but I couldn't work out who it was or even what was being said. The light dimmed fully then and the voice faded.
"Rayne? Is she okay?" Moordryd asked as he shook my shoulders and I groaned, shifting onto my side. "Come on, wake up."
"Paynn in the butt...leave me alone." I groaned and I heard him laugh at my use of his name. "I'm still sleeping." I complained as I felt him sit beside me and wrapped his arms around my middle.
"How can you be sleeping if you're talking?" Moordryd asked as he hugged me against his chest and I sighed as he kissed my neck.
"I talk in my sleep." I answered and he chuckled, clearly not convinced and I opened my eyes shifting a little so I could see his face. "Why can't I sleep?" I muttered as he nuzzled the back of my neck. I wanted to go back to sleep, the painkillers making me sleepy but someone wouldn't leave me be.
"You can sleep after I'm finished with you. You do still owe me." Moordryd said as he kissed my neck again, waiting for a reaction. Somehow the effects of the painkillers Connor gave me were stronger than Moordryd had realized and I soon started to doze, oblivious to my boyfriend. "I guess now's not a good time. Scales." He muttered though after a few minutes he rested his head against mine, deciding that he might as well stay put. "Still it is kind of nice to lie here next to you. You're pretty nice and warm..." Before he finished his thought, Moordryd's eyes drifted closed.