You Don't Have To Call Me Sir

Writers: Avery, Heather
Date Posted: 8th February 2019

Characters: Erivana, K'yne
Description: The aftermath of Seryth's first rise.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 8, day 13 of Turn 9
Notes: Follows "Was She Ready?"
Mentioned: Saibra, Lanniya

K'yne

It had been a while since Arinoth had won a green. The brown didn't
fly as often as some seemed to unless it was Saibra's gold Chioneth,
he always flew his heart out to try and catch her. K'yne wasn't sure
if that was his dragon's choice, or if it stemmed from his own
attachment to the Dragonsfall Weyrwoman.

There were no complaints from K'yne, however, about the generous
curves pressed into his side as he lay, arm around the shoulders of
the young greenrider, thumb idly stroking over her shoulder as he
waited for her to come around. He knew her name, it was Erivana he was
certain, as he remembered Saibra at the graduation inducting her into
the Queen's Wing.

Erivana was exhausted, mentally and physically. She remembered going
to the feeding pens, then being whisked away to the flight cots. She
remembered Seryth flying through the sky, free and wild, and the way
the need had burned in her body. She remembered weaving around the men
watching her. Feeling wanton. Feeling desirable. Feeling...a lot of
things she'd never felt before, not about men.

And she remembered the catch, the claim, the feeling of talons sinking
into her, tails twining, a hard length sliding inside her. At the
remembering, she became aware she ached. Both in the expected place,
and in others. One shoulder felt strange in particular, and her neck
felt sore. Why her shoulder? She turned her head to look and got
distracted by seeing the other person there in bed with her.

The man who'd won her flight. Who was casually touching her shoulder.
Gently? Possessively? She didn't know. He seemed relaxed, not tense.
She knew his face - K'yne. Brownrider. She remembered Lanniya
mentioning him. He was around Saibra a lot. Oh. Well. Wasn't this
awkward?

She licked her lips experimentally, letting them, before saying, shyly, "Hi."

Ah, a shy one then. K'yne couldn't remember the last time he'd been in
bed with a shy woman, or when Arinoth had caught a green on her first
rise. Let's see, he should try to make her feel comfortable and not
shy, he remembered, although he found that a bit difficult. Even
laying down he knew there was a considerable height difference between
them. He thought his height could sometimes make him intimidating, or
maybe it was the fact that he rarely smiled....

"You and Seryth did well," he said, hoping that was taken as a
compliment. He meant it to be one.

How was Seryth? She checked in mentally to see if she could get
anything more than 'contentment'. There wasn't that much more. The
green was sleeping somewhere, wrapped up in her partner.

She refocused her attention on K'yne. Did well? Could you really do
this badly? Erivana blushed a little, remembering what he'd just been
doing to her. "Thank you, sir. She seems very content with Arinoth."

"Darling, when you're lying naked beside someone, you don't have to
call them 'sir'," K'yne said, the corners of his mouth fighting off a
smile. Of course, there were instances where two people might be naked
and using the word 'sir' but he didn't really think Erivana would
appreciate the conversation on what two people might be doing in that
scenario.

She felt a hot flush of embarrassment at the reminder they were both
naked. She scrunched her eyes shut and also pressed her knees
together, which reminded her again about what they'd done, how she'd
liked it - oh she was _sore_ from what they'd done. Was it just that
it had been so long for her or was it that he was above average?

"I'm sorry," she blurted, eyes still closed. "I don't really know what
the protocol is when you're waking up next to someone important. A
person of rank. Like a wingsecond. Like you." Aw, shareds. She thought
she should just stop talking now.

K'yne was struck speechless at first. Women never cared about his
rank. To most women he was _just_ a wingsecond, and _just_ a
brownrider. Certainly not as sought after as the bronzeriders. He was
sure Erivana's mind would change after she'd been caught by a bronze.

"There's nothing to apologize for, and you certainly don't have to put
on airs around me. I'm just a dragonrider. Like you." He gave her
shoulder a soft pat.

"Just a brownrider. Right." She swallowed, nodded, opened her eyes.
"Okay. Well. Thank you and Arinoth for everything."

K'yne realized that was probably his cue to leave, since she clearly
was shy and he probably wasn't helping by continuing to hold her in
his arm. "The pleasure has been mine, I assure you." He felt the need
to do that, for some reason, assure her that he had enjoyed himself.
**Or does that make her more uncomfortable?** he wondered. Withdrawing
his arm, K'yne left the bed, not bothering with his own clothes, but
giving Erivana quite the eyeful as he gathered her clothing up instead
and brought them over to her. "I apologize for the buttons..." he
said, since he could clearly see that at least three of them had been
torn off.

She reached out to take her clothes and blushed even deeper - if that
was even possible, she felt like she was a permanent state of crimson,
now - when she saw the shirt. Her voice was still quiet as she said,
"It's okay, it was an older one."

The tone of her voice worried K'yne. Maybe it was more than just
shyness, had he been too rough? He honestly couldn't remember much, a
love bite here and there, his hand on her shoulder, her legs around
his waist, nails against his back.... All were brief flashes of
memory. The brownrider made a note to purchase a shirt and have it
sent to her weyr as a replacement.

K'yne dressed with his back to Erivana, trying to give her as much
privacy as was possible, he didn't even glance backwards to see if she
was dressing or not because he didn't want her to think that he was
peeking.

Erivana dressed slowly. She peeked over at him and saw that she'd left
raised nail marks and blushed, before tugging her breeches back on and
hissing softly as she did. She pulled the shirt on and buttoned the
few ones remaining. She saw a few marks on herself where she could
see, possibly a couple scratches from nails and a few love marks.
Well, she'd have to go check herself in a mirror later.

When it was all set up, she cleared her throat and walked towards the
way out. It brought her past him and her hand brushed against his
side.

K'yne turned quickly and opened the door for her, "I'll see you
around." Although he highly doubted that, it was still the only thing
he could think of to say.

"See you and Arinoth," she said, managing to get him a nervous little
smile before walking quickly - she wouldn't call it fleering - out of
the door to go find her own weyr.

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