A Measure of Freedom (PG-17)

Writers: Heather, Miriah
Date Posted: 18th May 2015

Characters: J'ackt, Saidrene
Description: J'ackt and Saidrene celebrate that Zith /betweened/.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 13, day 6 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: Alina, N'vanik
Rating: PG-17

J'ackt

Saidrene

The hallway was dark enough for him to lie in wait, but light enough
to see what he needed to be able to see. He impatiently waited, eyes
slightly narrowed as his skin buzzed with anticipation. His ear
twitched at the sounds of footsteps, light and recognizable. A slow
smile split his mouth as she drew closer.

Just as Saidrene was about to pass by where he stood, J'ackt pounced.
An arm wrapped around her waist and tugged her back flush against him,
his hand splayed on her abdomen. His voice dropped to her ear, deep
and slightly harsh. "Zith /betweened/."

It took a moment for the meaning of the two words to register in
Saidrene's startled mind. Zith /betweened/? That meant that the
restrictions for J'ackt had finally been lifted. The feel of his
familiar hands on her was enough to send her pulse racing, "You are
free then." She told herself to summon the rage she'd felt when she
had stumbled upon J'ackt and her mother, but her body had other
thoughts as she found herself leaning back against the bronzerider.

"Finally." He bent to brush his lips along her neck, inhaling the
familiar fragrance of her.His teeth lightly nipped at her ear as his
hands rose from her abdomen to cup her breasts "I want you, Saidrene."
His voice was husky. He didn't touch her for long, but quickly spun
her and bent, catching her lips with his in a kiss full of desire and
need.

The gathering heat at the apex of her thighs said that her body
clearly wanted him too. He wanted her? Saidrene pulled back a little,
"What about Alina?" The kiss that J'ackt and Alina had shared hadn't
been in an incredibly private location and with the way word traveled
around the Weyr, especially about J'ackt (since he was usually in
trouble), it hadn't taken long for Saidrene to hear.

"What about her?" J'ackt's attention was focused more on slipping his
hands under the back of Saidrene's shirt to touch the soft skin there
and find that delicate area right along the base of her spine that had
he had discovered before. His lips trailed along her neck, finding her
ear lobe and lightly tugging on it with his teeth.

**Yes, what about her?** Saidrene thought as a shudder run through her
when J'ackt's hands found those places that he had discovered when
they had been Candidates. Why was she bringing up Alina when J'ackt
was so clearly occupied with something else?

"People saw you kissing her. Why are you here with me, and not with
her?" She finally managed to say, although her voice was low and
husky.

One hand slipped daringly to between her thighs and applied pressure
as he whispered into her ear. "I'm here with _you_. I want _you_. " He
groaned softly in her ear as he tugged her close her. "Come to my weyr
with me, Saidrene. "

The rest of Saidrene's resolve crumbled as she found her knees
suddenly feeling very shaky and uncertain, "Okay." She nodded her
head, her tone breathless.

It didn't take long for him to get her to his weyr, especially since
it was at a lower elevation and the stairs easily reached it. He half
carried, half tugged her with him as he kicked his door open and drew
her to his furs. He'd yet to have anyone besides L'pin visit him
there, but he didn't mind Saidrene inside the haven he had made for
himself. It was spartan, bare walls and few furnishings, but very neat
and clean.

Without much pause, he relearned her curves and the sensitive areas of
her body. He didn't know if she had been with another, but he had been
the first and he was determined that she would still not regret
sharing a bed with him. He listened to what her body told him,
restraining himself and his own pleasure until the very end. Then he
began again, slower but still lacking in none of the intensity of the
first round. It was only after he was certain that Saidrene could do
little more that he stopped, let himself go and rolled to his side
with her beside him.

For a while all Saidrene could do was stare up at the stone ceiling as
her warm, sated body slowly returned to normal. She'd not been with
anyone since the last time (which felt like ages ago) that she and
J'ackt had slept together before Weyrlinghood. Honestly she'd
forgotten what was so great about sex, or why everyone made such a big
deal of it, until J'ackt had vividly reminded her. _This_ feeling, the
electric tingle, had been the thing that had made J'ackt irresistable
to her before.

A small smile played over her lips as she remembered how they had
first really encountered one another. He'd been waiting in her
mother's weyr and she'd been choking on a redfruit, of all things. The
embarassment she'd felt back then was stil something she recalled with
acute detail. J'ackt had been so mysterious, and edgy, and shardin'
good-looking that Saidrene had barely been able to talk to him back
then.

Glancing about the modest weyr, Saidrene noted how barren the walls
were. **Not just the walls.... Everything is barren.** Everywhere she
looked there was nothing but the standard furniture that had been
supplied from the lower caverns storage rooms. No personal touches,
color, or warmth were present in the bronzerider's weyr. **But then, I
guess he's never had a space of his own before.**

Reaching over Saidrene lightly trailed her fingers over the back of
the man's arm, just above his elbow to get his attention.

Her touch tickled just a bit and he turned his head towards her, his
expression sated and extremely satisfied with himself. But there was
also a bit of a smile playing around his eyes and mouth that normally
wasn't there except in the aftermath of intimacy. "Hm?" His arm,
tucked under her head, shifted to allow his hand to slide down her
side in a caress. Shards, it had been too long since they'd done this.
He enjoyed having warmth by his side and being so utterly relaxed. The
thought came to him that he hadn't been this at ease for months and
the draining of tension that had set in his shoulders was an even more
welcome sensation.

"You don't have anything in your weyr." She pointed out, even as she
cuddled closer to his side for warmth, her other hand pulling the fur
up over her hips. The look on J'ackt's face was a familiar one, and
she nearly chuckled. The fact that all it took was sex to make him so
relaxed was intriguing. Saidrene wondered if sex had the same effect
on other men.

He glanced around, for a moment, taking in his weyr. "Got what I need.
A bed, place for my clothes, that sort of thing." He gave a
half-shrug. "Don't need much else." He eyed the fur she pulled around
her and with a bit of a grin, tugged it right back down. "You're
blocking the view."

Saidrene laughed but didn't pull the blanket back up. "Every where
needs a bit of decoration to make it feel homey. I'm sure there are
things in the storage rooms that we could use."

J'ackt rolled to his side to face her, head propped up comfortably on
his hand. "Saidrene, you know me. Do I look like I know anything about
what would look homey?" He looked around again. "It doesn't look so
bad." His brow furrowed a bit. "If I could go back to my cave I could
bring some things I had, but for all I know, another Holdless person
has ransacked it already. It wasn't much anyway. Just a few furs and
some cook pots. Never knew when I would have to leave, so I didn't
keep much that I couldn't replace quickly."

"I'll help you. Trust me, it won't be too girly, either." It was just
unthinkable, in Saidrene's mind, that J'ackt not have a comfortable
haven to come home to after a hard day.

J'ackt gave a soft laugh and shook his head before shrugging. "Doesn't
matter to me, really. Do what you like. I like it the way it is. It's
simple. Besides, I could die the first round of Thread. Don't want to
have to leave to much behind to be cleaned out."

Saidrene reached over and tickled the spot she had found above his
elbow, "Hush with such talk! Don't you know it's bad luck?" She
teased.

"Hey!" He batted at her hands, a little embarrassed that it made him
squirm. "Stop that." He couldn't help the warm laughter in his eyes,
though he'd yet to really belt out a laugh in a long while. "I don't
believe in bad luck."

The greenrider's eyebrows arched in surprise when she realized she had
found a real ticklish spot on the scrappy bronze rider, "Ooohhh, even
the mighty, fearsome ex-Holdless has a ticklish spot!" She crooned,
her blue eyes dancing as she attacked the area above his elbow with
relish.

He grabbed at her hands quickly and rolled until she straddled him,
but held her arms out away from him as he eyed her. He finally broke
and tilted his head back to give a low deep laugh. "Alright, alright.
It's a ticklish spot." He kept firm grips on her hands. "Don't you say
a word to anyone."

Saidrene laughed as her glossy black hair fell forward, creating a
curtain around them as she leaned forward and kissed J'ackt, "Your
secret is safe with me."

He huffed a little, but returned the kiss before letting her hands go
to pat her bottom. "Good. I do have a reputation to keep, you know."

"Ah yes, your reputation." She said as she gingerly trailed her finger
over the still fresh scar he had received courtesy of the hold guard's
blade. Saidrene remembered the way he had held her face and scolded
her for getting between him and the guard.

Still laid back, J'ackt caught her hand. "Just a scar." He said
firmly. "I've got others and I'll probably get more. Don't think about
it."

"It is impossible for me not to think about it, J'ackt, I care for you
too much for that, you know." Saidrene's eyes didn't quite meet his as
she trailed her finger across his well-toned body to another scar.

"I know." His voice was a little gruff, but it was soft. He looked at
the scar she touched next, his muscles twitching slightly. "My Da gave
me that one." He didn't talk about his father much, but he was relaxed
enough that it didn't feel like thrusting slivers out of him to
discuss the man.

Saidrene's eyebrows raised, "Why?" They had talked before on some of
their days together as Candidates about J'ackt's father and a little
bit about how he had been raised.

"I was cryin'." J'ackt shrugged. "Da didn't hold with it much,
specially after Mam died."

Lowering herself, Saidrene's breath ghosted over the old scar briefly
before she pressed her lips to it. "And this one?" She asked, finding
another one near his shoulder.

His brow furrowed a bit at the kiss, but he didn't move away from the
more intimate kiss. He wasn't sure what she was doing, but it wasn't
sexual, not really. It spoke of emotion that he wasn't entirely
certain that he was ready to deal with, if he decided he even wanted
it. He cared for her but he got the feeling she felt more than he. His
voice was a murmur. "Fell out of a tree."

Saidrene licked and nibbled her way up to the scar on his shoulder, a
sultry grin on her face. She liked the scars, probably because she'd
grown up in a Weyr and scarring was just sort of normal for the
dragonrider people who so often found themselves scored. **I bet
N'vanik has great scars....** The thought spiked through her mind,
with a hint of excitement. There was still a part of her that hoped
she was lucky enough to have the Weyrleader win Ashareth's first
flight.

"Any others?" She asked, a lusty gleam in her eyes as her hands moved
down below his hips.

That look in her eyes lightened his mood considerably. His teeth
gleamed as he gave an answering smile. "All over."

Last updated on the May 21st 2015

Welcome to Triad Weyrs!

A Measure of Freedom (PG-17)