Time to Dance

Writers: Miriah, Suzee
Date Posted: 22nd January 2015

Characters: T'lat, Ninaine
Description: T'lat convinces Ninaine to go to the dance after the Hatching.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 9, day 27 of Turn 7
Notes: Notes: Backdated because I was so slow for a while.
Mentioned; N'call

T'lat

Ninaine

After waking up beside N'call and then immediately hearing the
beginning of the Hatching taking place, Ninaine hadn't been able to
really process the night's events. Luneth had hurried her out, eager
to watch the Hatching and Ninaine hadn't been able to speak more than
a few words to N'call and give him a hurried, somewhat awkward,
embrace before rushing off to get ready. The rest of the day had been
spent watching the new weyrlings Impress and then the dinner, but
Ninaine decided afterwards that she would miss the dance. She was sore
and tired and she needed to think.

She entered in to the warmth of her weyr, shrugged off her thick
jacket and was about to plop on her bed when she saw T'lat, reclined
on her couch. "Oh. Hi. Aren't you going to the dance?"

"Not without you silly," he grinned. "Besides I kind of figured you'd
come up here to hide." He sat up with a waggle of his eyebrows. "So,
how was it?"

"Oh, I'm not going, T'lat. I'm exhausted and..." Her face flamed as
she shifted from foot to foot. "I didn't get a whole bunch of sleep.
I'm not used to sleeping next to someone." At his question, the red on
her cheeks only brightened. "Uhm...noisy. It was noisy." She quickly
sat, kicking off her shoes only to watch her toes wiggle. "And
uhm...not what I expected." She glanced at T'lat and then bit her
lower lip with a little smile. "It felt really good."

**Not going hmmm, well we'll see about that,** he just smiled and
nodded. "Noisy is the best way," he chuckled and when she mentioned
how it felt again he nodded. "It's supposed to." Then he tilted his
head. "So why don't you want to go? Don't you want to dance?"

"Is it? I wasn't sure. He said it was." She rubbed at her reddened
face. "It didn't hurt at all, T'lat. And what he did..." She shivered
and looked away, embarrassed before she cleared her throat. "I'm
tired. I'm honestly tired." Her lips twisted a little. "And I'm sore.
I don't think I can dance."

"Good for you and my opinion of N'call has just gone up. Of course a
bronzer wouldn't pay attention to a greenrider like me but lucky you,"
he pushed playfully at her arm. "Now what are you going to wear to the
dance?"

She blinked. "I'm not going, T'lat. I'm sore. And I"m tired, remember?"

"Honestly," he said just a little exasperated. "You are one of the
most contrary females in existence. Good thing _I_ don't want to sleep
with you. You're _not_ that tired and it's a _good_ sore. So why do
you _really_ not want to go. Are you ashamed of what you did?"

Her brows shot up. "I wasn't trying to be contrary." She gave a little
annoyed sniff, then sighed. "Good sore, maybe. But it's still _sore_."
She exhaled and then looked at him, then shifted. "A little bit. Part
of me thinks I should be. I mean, we're not weyrmated or anything. The
other part wants to do that again with him." She looked at her hands.
"Really wants to. But you know what? I liked laying next to him. He's
so warm and...he smells good. He held me, T'lat. I think...I think I
liked that just a much. No one ever just held me like that. We were
both naked and just the laying next to him felt good. I felt...I felt
cared for. Like he cared about me." Her fingers twiddled against each
other. "And I liked being with him that way. But what if he doesn't
want to do that again?"

T'lat's expression changed and he smiled softly at her. "Yes," he
nodded. "That does feel so very good when you're held and cared for."
That part was even better than he'd expected and improved his opinion
of the bronzerider yet again. "But sweetie, trust me, you're never
going to know if you don't give him a chance."

"But I like him, T'lat. I really really like him and maybe he sees me
as just a greenrider. " She chewed on her lower lip. "I mean look at
him. He's handsome and he's tall and he's a bronzerider. He could have
any girl he wanted." She scuffed her foot against the floor a little,
her brow furrowed. "And I'm difficult. I know I am. I can't help it
sometimes, I guess." Ninaine exhaled. "What if it was just getting me
ready for a mating flight? What if that's all he was interested in? My
mother..." She held her hand up before he could interrupt at the
mention of her mother, "my mother said that if a man took a woman
before they were wed, they would usually lose interest and go to
another innocent girl."

"Your mother is a smart woman... for a hold. But we're not in the
Hold." He tilted his head and thought for a moment. "After what he
went through before you graduated, I honestly don't think he'd have
come back to you at all unless he cared a little," Tlat held up his
finger and thumb a tiny space apart. "I haven't heard bad things about
him in the past, most people like him," he shrugged. The man was
delicious but T'lat was realistic, besides his stupid zing had come
from an entirely different tall dark and handsome bronzrider that
wouldn't give him the time of day. "At least you have a chance, so
let's pick your dress," he grinned.

"I went to him, remember? You did that." Her lips quirked up just a
little. "If I go, will you stay with me? At least for a little while?"

He sighed but nodded. "Yes I'll stay with you, until he claims you,
After that," he grinned. "You're on your own."

Ninaine rose. "Alright, I'll go for a little while. Half a candlemark
and then I'm going to bed."

"Hopefully," he said with an innocent look and a bat of his long lashes.

Ninaine could never seem to master her blushes; her face flamed.
"T'lat! I meant going to bed here." She pointed at her bed and then
hurried to the small dresser that housed the remaining dresses that
she had. She cleared her throat and pulled out the dark green that was
her favorite. It was high necked and fit decorously, not revealing any
skin that could even be remotely seen as inappropriate.

"Okay," he couldn't help grinning as she pulled out the dress. "That
is a good color on you," he said as she held it up. "But its pretty
conservative."

She hugged it to her. "I am conservative and it's my favorite. I may
have done...things with N'call, but it doesn't mean I'm going to flash
my body around." She eyed him and arched a brow. "And that's final.
Not up for argument. Don't even try."

"Yummy things," T'lat couldn't help the teasing twinkle. "How about I
put your hair up?" He knew a losing battle when he saw it. He'd
pushed her about as far as she'd go for the moment.

"He does taste good..." Her voice trailed off at the memory and she
stared off into space before catching herself. "Faranth, what is
happening to me?" She shook her head, clearing it of the memory of
heated kisses, then tried to ineffectively rub the heat from her
cheeks. "Yes, hair. That's fine."

He politely didn't notice her discomfort and picked up her brush. "I
think, up," he said and began to work.

Last updated on the January 27th 2015

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