After A Candlemark (1 of 4)

Writers: Miriah, Suzee
Date Posted: 18th November 2014

Characters: Ninaine, N'call
Description: Finally the two spend some quality time together.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 9, day 27 of Turn 7
Notes: Follows "One Candlemark"

Ninaine

N'call

Luneth landed on Haloth's ledge gently, talons barely scraping the
stone as she landed. Ninaine shivered under her heavy jacket and
stared inside the large opening with nervous jitters. T'lat had rushed
her through a quick bath and left her hair down to tumble down to her
waist instead of braiding it like she had wanted. He had spritzed
something on her that smelled sweet and then hustled her out on Luneth
before she could change her mind again.

Now, looking at the weyr, she was half-inclined to have Luneth skitter
right back out to their own weyr. Luneth, as though sensing that she
was going to change her mind again, didn't wait, but slipped into the
warmer dark of the weyr. }: Haloth? We are here. :{

**Wait...** Ninaine clutched at the straps, feeling her heart begin to pound.

}: I want to cuddle with Haloth. You told Faucheth's that you wouldn't
run away. You promised. If there is any bad touching I will bite
Haloth's and we will leave. :{

Ninaine swallowed hard.

Haloth nuzzled the pretty green and notified his rider that they'd arrived.

N'call came out of his weyr with a towel around his shoulders giving
evidence of his own quick trip to the bathing pools. He smiled though
he could see her nerves. "Hey," he said. "Come on in. It's nice and
warm inside." He stepped back and held the door so she could go
through into the warm light of his Weyr.

Because he was a bronzerider his weyr was quite a bit bigger than the
normal weyr. It actually had a separate sleeping area to which he'd
closed the entry so it wouldn't be quite so blatant. He didn't quite
know why he was taking so much care with this one other the fact that
she was having so much trouble during her weyrlinghood and he cared
about her.

She could still turn around and leave. But as Luneth crouched, Ninaine
slowly slid off and faced N'call. As Luneth sidled up to Haloth, she
quickly darted inside and stood, glancing around. It was much larger
than her own and it was neat, which surprised her. She huddled in her
jacket and then turned to look at N'call. Not knowing what else to
say, she just blurted out the obvious. "Well, I'm here."

"And I'm glad you came," he smiled easily. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Water, please." She shifted on her feet, and shoved her hands into
the pockets of her jacket. She glanced around again, took a deep
breath, and finally looked up to meet N'call's eyes. She steeled her
courage and lifted her chin. **Get it over with, remember?** "Where
should I lay down?"

His brows twitched together but he got her a glass of water and was
about to hand it to her when she asked the question. "Usually the
bed," he smothered a grin and turned around and headed back to the
sideboard to pour her a glass of a fruity white wine. "But if you go
in there, you'll be all alone because I'm not ready yet. I think you
need this," he said and handed her the glass.

She frowned a little as he handed her the wine, confused. "But I
thought..." She looked down at the wine. She had never been allowed to
drink it. She had never been allowed to do what she was about to
either. She took a cautious sip, blinked at the taste and then another
before looking back up at him. "Okay." Her voice was uncertain.

He pulled the towel from around his neck and poured his own glass of
red. "Have a seat on the couch," he said and then turned back to do
the same.

She sat on the couch, cupping the glass in her hands. She took another
sip, trying to calm her trembling fingers as he sat near her. She
dared to glance over at him and for some reason, he seemed bigger than
he had before, more imposing. But the scent of him wafted to her nose,
making it twitch and she had to admit that freshly bathed, he smelled
really, really good. She took another sip, then another. The wine
tasted good, but she couldn't find anything else to say. T'lat had
said to let him lead. Maybe she should do that.

N'call watched her and just shook his head. "You're a bundle of
nerves. Are you sure you want to do this?" He wasn't about to force
her into anything. This wasn't the brilliantly defiant young woman
he'd been inspired by that night in her Weyr. This Ninaine was more
like a scared little girl.

She was quiet for a moment before taking another sip. "I am nervous."
She admitted softly, then looked up at him. "And confused. My mother
always told me that this was done for men and women's burden was to
bear it. But," she nibbled her lower lip as she continued. "When you
touched me and kissed me before....I wasn't expecting it. It felt
...really good. " She looked back down. "I kind of don't know what to
do now and don't know how to act." She took the last of the wine, and
then blinked at the empty cup. "T'lat suggested that I let you lead,
but I was always told it was just...uhm...laying back and letting the
man...you know." Her face flushed. "I really don't know what I'm
supposed to do."

"Don't worry so much," he smiled. "It's supposed to feel good. I'm
sorry you were told that, and I'm sorry your mother thinks that is the
way it has to be. Because it doesn't. First thing is just to relax."

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