The Past Can Haunt You (PG-17)

Writers: Miriah, Suzee
Date Posted: 26th May 2013

Characters: Cyradis, D'hol
Description: Some of Cyradis' and D'hol's past is revealed
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 1, day 8 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: K'deren
Rating: PG-17

Cyradis

D'hol

**Where are you, Yumath? ** D'hol strode through the lower cavern

halls on his way to the weyr lake. He planned on taking a brief swim
and while he was there, he figured he may as well oil the bronze.

}: I am with Panitath on the heights. :{ The bronze groomed the gold's
neck with calm adoration.

Cyradis felt her lifemate's pleasure and smiled. But then when she
went to the edge of her weyr and looked up on the heights her pleasure
turned sour. Yumath? **Yumath?** she queried with no little venom.

}:I like Yumath.:{ Her lifemate replied with a little pique in her
tone. }:He is very attentive:{

Cyradis ground her teeth together and stomped back into her weyr. She
kicked a chair back under the table and disappeared into her sleeping
chamber to throw herself on the bed.

"Not happening!"

Yumath nuzzled under Panitath's cheek, his deep thrumming croon
echoing through the weyr. He felt his rider gaze up at him, felt his
satisfaction and followed D'hol's unspoken idea. }: Perhaps your rider
can join mine for a pleasant swim. :{ Yumath settled a wing carefully
over the gold and rubbed his chin over her. }: There is no work to be
done and it is far too nice of a day to remain inside, don't you
think? :{

A wave of Panitath's pleasure at the bronzes expert attention washed
over Cyradis. He couldn't do this to her, not again!! She was the
sharding Weyrwoman and not some junior goldrider to be bowled over by
his charm and good looks. She wasn't fooled by D'hol and knew this was
a campaign. It was going to get much worse before it got better.

**Where is Loseth,** she called out to her lifemate. }:Not here:{ was
all the reply she got, followed almost by a sniff of 'and I don't
care.' }:Yumath's has invited you for a swim at the lake. The water is
cool, you would like it.:{

"I'm sure," she gritted her teeth, shielded her feelings, and pounded
a fist on the bed. "Shardit!"

D'hol could figure out what was going on. For all of their turns
apart, he still knew Cyradis well enough to guess. Not warning Yumath
or Panitath, he turned on his heel away from the lake. It only took
him a few minutes to reach the Weyrwoman's door. Hearing grumbling
within, he knocked.

It didn't even occur to her to wonder who was at her door. K'deren
wouldn't have knocked so she tried to regain her equilibrium, took a
deep breath, and headed to the door.

"Yes," she inquired as she opened the door. But her face changed and
she just glared at him.

He met her glare with a cool smile. "Why, Weyrwoman, why are you
hiding in here while there's such pleasant weather outside?"

Her fists went to her hips and if looks could melt stone he would have
been a puddle on the floor of her weyr. Of course some of the effect
was lost because she had to crane her neck up to look him in the eye.
"What are you doing!"

His lips quivered. "I was about to invite you to swim." His head
tilted slightly. "I agreed to be civil and friendly, didn't I?"

"But not _that_ friendly," she poked his chest to emphasize her words.

She was only able to get two pokes in before D'hol grabbed her wrist
in a firm grip. His eyes narrowed, but he kept the smile on his mouth.
"You used to _enjoy_ me being friendly, Cyradis. More than once, if I
recall...even if you seemed to forget about it once you remembered
your weyrmate. " He pushed her hand against his chest to lay it flat.
"And we were good together then."

~~~Begin Flashback~~~

Her hand was in the middle of his chest and she smiled up into his
handsome face. "But, I have a weyrmate you know..." she knew it
sounded like the excuse it was.

There was a soft snort as D'hol pulled Cyradis closer, his hand
gliding with familiarity down her back. "I know. You've said it
before." He bent to nuzzle beneath her ear to kiss the soft skin and
whispered. "It doesn't change anything, Cy. It doesn't change how we
feel or how much we want each other does it? You're here with me now."

"I know," she murmured as she leaned her head against his strongly
muscled chest. As much as she wanted to deny it D'hol gave her
something she'd never found with N'lon. She couldn't even express in
words what that something was, but she knew she needed it like she
needed air to breathe. Her arms went around him just letting herself
_be_ in the moment.

He held her, but kept placing soft open mouthed kisses along her neck.
Slowly, he backed them up to his couch and sat, pulling her to
straddle his lap. "So stay with me." The stolen moments they managed
were not enough in his opinion. Since they had met, she'd been the
only one to try to get to know him past the surface, to talk to him,
laugh with him. He could completely relax with her. His fingers
reached to stroke under her shirt, smoothing over the skin of her
stomach and lifting her shirt up, moved higher. As he caressed her, he
kissed along her jaw gently, his voice husky. "I love the way your
skin feels, your voice when you say my name as I'm pleasuring you. You
can't tell me you don't want me or that you don't need me, Cy. I need
you with me."

"D'hol," she said in her husky contralto and leaned into his caress.
"Don't ask something I can't give," she said. She was confused by the
attraction she felt for the bronze rider but Panitath was certainly
enjoying Yumath's attentions every bit as much as she enjoyed his
riders. "I don't know what this is... just give me some time."

He sighed against her throat and clutched her closer before turning to
lay her down on the couch. Hovering over her, his lips found hers for
a passionate moment before he settled fully against her.
"Time...you'll have it. For now. But..." He lifted her shirt to toss
it away. "Not forever, Cyradis." His voice faded to a whisper. It was
enough, for the moment, to have her with him _now_, but being second
to anyone, especially N'lon, grated against his very nature. Instead
of dwelling on it, he turned his attention to the woman with him. He
didn't want to talk about it any more. He just wanted her.

~~~End Flashback~~~

Cyradis snatched her hand from his chest and stepped back as a flush
crept up her cheeks. There was no denying his words. They _had_ been
good back then.

"But that was then, and this is now," she grated out. "What are you
trying to prove?"

He smirked as she yanked herself back. "Prove? I think I've already
proven it, haven't I? Oh, don't worry Cyradis. I'm not angling for a
repeat performance of being your dirty little secret. " He surged
forward to trap her against a wall, his arms on either side of her
head. "Do you actually think I'd go there again? " He was suddenly
angry; it was rare for him to let that go and display it openly. "I
loved you, you bitch. I would have done anything for you, followed you
anywhere and you threw me away like I was nothing. Like what I felt
was nothing. " He snarled at her and bent to whisper harshly in her
ear. "I don't want anything from you except that top spot...Cy." He
spat out the nickname that he had formerly used so tenderly. "And
despite what I feel about you, I know that I can work with you for the
Weyr. But right now..." He lifted his head and pushed away from her.
"You're nothing but a means to an end."

Somehow his show of rage calmed hers down and centered her. "Love,"
she spat sarcastically. "I don't believe you know the _meaning_ of the
word." She pushed away from the wall and away from _him_. She shook
her head and her eyes were black ice as she turned back to look back
at him. For so long she's thought there really was a tender man inside
all that pride, polish and venom. "I was _never_ anything more than a
means to an end for you D'hol. Don't fool yourself that anything real
ever existed between us."

With that she opened up her emotions and Panitath's eyes whirled red
on the heights. With a lash of her neck and a scream she leapt into
the air and landed like thunder on her ledge. **Yumath's** was all

Cyradis said.

}:Get yours out of my weyr:{ the gold commanded the offending rider's
bronze with all the force of her riders ire. }:Donneth! Mine needs
yours,:{ Panitath added all on her own.

There was a flash of pain in his eyes, a pain he had thought he had
banished Turns before. "And you never knew me at all." He bit out
bitterly. "You never have. All you've ever cared about is yourself,
Cyradis, and what you needed and wanted. Typical. " He stepped away
towards the door. "But you're right. It wasn't real. Not on your part.
Never on your part. I figured that out a long time ago."

Yumath floundered back from the gold and gave a bugle of distress at
the sudden surge of ire. }: Mine! What have you done? You need to
leave there. Now! Panitath demands it! :{

**Don't worry, I'm done.** D'hol snarled at both the thundering
appearance of the gold and her rider. "This isn't finished, Cyradis."
His jaw taut, he spun on his heel stalked out and slammed the door
behind him. Striding down the hall, he stewed in his anger until it
unleashed and he struck at the wall, punching the stone in a fury. A
jolt of pain shot up his arm and he hissed, staring at the bloody
knuckles.

Cyradis turned and ran to her lifemate to bury her face against the
golden hide and hide the tears.

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