One Last Request

Writers: Heather, Miriah
Date Posted: 1st March 2019

Characters: D'hol, Jeyme
Description: Yumath catches Quinneth but it's D'hol's request that surprises Jeyme.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 10, day 1 of Turn 9

D'hol

Jeyme

It was no surprise to Jeyme when Quinneth bolted from her weyrledge to
the skies one afternoon. The green had been proddy for days and Jeyme
knew her lifemate well enough to know that the time was soon. It was
with relief that she left her tiny wingthird's office and trotted down
to the flightrooms.

}: Quinneth rises! :{ Yumath watched as the green blooded her kill
from his own weyrledge and hunkered down, prepared to spring after her
the moment she took to the air.

**Wait, Yumath...**

}: I chase! :{

D'hol rubbed his face, finished his willowsalic tea and strode to the
flightrooms, arriving shortly after Jeyme.

Jeyme turned as she heard footsteps behind her. She wasn't surprised
to see D'hol, Yumath often participated in the chase for Quinneth, and
he had won often as well. The greenrider raised a single eyebrow at
him, eyes simmering with the lust that was building from Quinneth as
the green flung aside the herdbeast and grabbed for another.

D'hol stood right in front of her, not acknowledging the others who
formed the semi-circle around Jeyme. He too felt Yumath's lust and
surrendered to it, heat building in his gaze as he met her own.

Her eyes broke from his at the arrival of other riders, some were
familiar faces like A'kades, and then there were some younger ones she
also knew, T'kala and C'rin. Quinneth had been spending time with
A'kades' bronze lately, and Jeyme wondered briefly if that would pay
off in the Weyrsecond's favor.

The green's scream made Jeyme flinch and then as Quinneth took to the
skies, the wingthird took a staggering step backward, joining her
lifemate fully as they soared above the cloud break and away from the
males.

Yumath rocketed after Quinneth, his position from his ledge giving him
more of a start in the chase. He knew Quinneth, knew how she thought,
knew how she flew. She would be his again and they would fly high and
fall together even farther. He crooned, beckoning her with
affectionate familiarity.

The green preened in the air, exulting in being the center of
attention for just a moment. Right now the skies belonged to her! On
the ground, Jeyme eyed the men gathered possessively, but still
kept her distance as Quinneth flew out toward the sea.

Yumath might not have been as acrobatic as several blues that chased,
nor was he a steady, implacable brown. But what he was was experienced
and sly. As the others jostled for position, he tracked Quinneth,
recognizing a familiar flight pattern. He continued his mental calling
for her, sending memories and images of them twined in pleasure.

If he was hoping to catch her attention, Yumath was succeeding, as
Quinneth looked over her shoulder at him. There was a hesitance that
the green could feel through her link with Jeyme in regards to Yumath
and his rider, however. Enough of a hesitance that the green used the
last reserves of her speed to race ahead and to the highest altitude
she could reach.

Yumath had been waiting for that final burst of speed. Sweeping
forward, he was there when she finally dropped, snatching her from the
talons of a waiting brown and twining his neck and tail with hers. }:
Mine. :{

D'hol moved forward just as swiftly. As Yumath twined his neck with
Quinneth, D'hol clutched Jeyme to him, searing his mouth to hers and
kicking open a flight room door as he carried her through.

-

Jeyme had shared a bed with D'hol enough times to not feel the least
bit shy as the heat of the flight passed, but she did feel somewhat
apprehensive. She remembered the last time she had come around after
Quinneth's flight to find that D'hol had won. It had been tense and a
bit awkward. What if D'hol had been opposed to Yumath chasing Quinneth
this time? As she waited to see if he would just leave without
speaking, Jeyme swept her bangs out of her eyes and stretched,
savoring the way her muscles felt loose and warm from their love
making.

D'hol had time to study the familiar naked woman beside him before she
came back to herself completely. As he watched her, he thought quietly
and did not interrupt her as she began to stretch, though he did watch
the movement of her breasts and hips. At that point, he did rise, but
unlike before, D'hol did not immediately get dressed. Instead, he
walked to the basin of water, took a wet cloth, and then knelt at the
end of the bed. The warm damp cloth pressed against her, gently
cleaning the evidence of their union as he had done many times before.
Before she could speak, or even question his actions, he bent, pressed
her thighs apart and ....

**Fade to Black**

Her arms held him as they had many times before as they remained
entangled together, coming down from their release as they regained
their breathing. She hadn't felt so wrung out in a while. Her muscles
were so tired she couldn't imagine moving.

With his breath finally caught, D'hol lifted his head and simply
looked down at Jeyme for a long moment, studying her face as she
recovered. Slowly, he pulled away, not leaving but rolling on to his
back to get his weight off of her. He hadn't asked her if she had
wanted to continue after the initial flight, but she hadn't objected
once, so he figured that he'd not be on the receiving end of anger.
Slick with sweat, he simply laid there beside her, taking long, slow
breaths. He felt the familiar ache once again, figured that his
exertions would trouble him for the rest of the day, but couldn't
bring himself to really care.

Lying beside the bronzerider, it was easy for Jeyme to reflect on
what had initially drawn her to him when she was a Candidate, and then
as a Weyrling. Everything about him had mesmerized her, and then when
he had shown _interest_ in her, she'd felt completely enamored, unable
to believe that someone like D'hol would ever like an inexperienced
hold girl like her. She had often felt as if it were too good to be
true, and in the end, it had been; he'd sought out Kapera. It had
ceased to leave a bitter taste in her mouth after three Turns, but it
had been a hard medicine to swallow.

"That was nice," she murmured.

He turned his head to look at her and one brow slowly rose. "Just nice?"

Her lips curled into a grin, "Okay, it was great, but you knew that."

"I was aiming more for absolutely body-melting, but I guess I can
accept 'great'." He replied dryly. "Glad to see I haven't lost my
touch."

"Well, I wouldn't want to inflate your ego too much," she said
teasingly as she curled onto her side and pulled a sheet up over her
waist.

That brought a mild, amused snort. "Faranth forbid." She had no idea
how much of a pounding his ego had been given, especially recently.
Nor would she, but he was in far too pleasant a mood and far too
relaxed to think about that at the moment.

She curled a warm hand over his bicep, "Thank you for the flight. I
mean it. Yumath hasn't forgotten how to fly Quinneth, either."

He turned his head back to her and met her gaze, not pulling away from
her touch, but quietly accepting it. "You're welcome." His lips lifted
a little. "No, he hasn't and he's rather proud of that at the moment."
He paused, then considered her for a moment. "Jeyme...I would like to
know something."

"Ask," she said studying his face.

He frowned. "I want to know that if anything should ever happen to me,
that you'll make sure that Dheymin is proud of his father. "

Jeyme's face lost some of its relaxed demeanor at the question, "Of
course I would, D'hol. _I_ am proud that you are his father, and I
want him to feel the same, no matter what." Despite the circumstances
that had forced them apart, she had never spoken ill of D'hol in front
of Dheymin. Dheymin was half of his father, after all.

He exhaled slowly, relief easing some of the tension he hadn't known
he carried. "Good."

"I mean, I know I'm the evil ex, but I'm not that evil," she teased
lightly, hoping to lighten the mood from such a somber question.

That made both of his brows shoot up. and the smile he returned was
self-mocking. "No, I believe that I take that position, do I not?"

"I don't know about 'evil' but I believe 'difficult' is suitable," she
said, finding the easy conversation with him refreshing.

"Well, rest assured, I'll not burden another with being my weyrmate,
Jeyme." His self-mocking smile never left.

"It wasn't a burden," she rolled her eyes playfully. "I would have
stayed your weyrmate for forever... Except then you would have had so
many of those ugly scarves to wear that I used to make."

He rolled to his side and touched her face lightly with one
forefinger. "Jeyme, you and I both know that it was. I was not a good
weyrmate. But I'm glad you found someone that was. " He had heard
plenty from Dheymin's former foster mother. She had taken perverse
delight in letting him know how happy Jeyme had been and how wonderful
a man her weyrmate had been. "And I am very sorry you lost him."

Jeyme never spoke to anyone at Dolphin Cove about A'dan, what they had
shared felt too intimate and private to share. The Far Island
brownrider had helped her discover how independent and strong she
could be. He had shown her what it felt like to have a weyrmate who
was as equally enraptured with her and she was with him. Just the
mention of him made her throat constrict, and tears formed at the
corners of her eyes, "Thank you."

He nodded, then slowly sat up, reaching for his pants. "You're welcome."

She wiped her eyes as she reached over the side of the bed and picked
up her tunic. Slipping it over her head she found the breeches she'd
been wearing earlier and slipped into those as well. Having a normal
conversation with D'hol felt jarring because it reminded her of the
girl she had been then, which was different from the woman she was
now.

He too dressed, though he found his tunic in a bit of disrepair, the
neck having been torn. He glanced at Jeyme, then slipped it over his
head. He sat to pull up his boots, stomping his heels into place, then
rising again. "Good flight, Jeyme." He picked up his belt and inclined
his head.

"You too, D'hol."

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