Tenderness (PG-17)
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Miriah, Suzee
Date Posted: 19th March 2019
Characters: D'hol, Timassa
Description: D'hol finds what he needs and Timassa discovers something of her own
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 10, day 9 of Turn 9
Notes: Occurs after "Big Eyes" , PG-17
Mentioned: Cyradis
Rating: PG-17
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After Cyradis left his office, D'hol stared at his desk for long
moments, jaw clenching and unclenching in a steady rhythm. The woman
simply didn't realize what she did to him or the power that she held
in her tiny hand. That small brush of lips against his had nearly
driven him mad and he had surprised even himself that he hadn't pushed
for more. And Faranth, what she had admitted... He closed his eyes,
trying to master the turmoil that he felt.
Clenching his fists, he knew that he could not return back to his
empty weyr. He needed more than that tonight. He strode out of his
office, footsteps jarring as he made his way up the inner passages.
It didn't take long to get to the weyr he sought and when he knocked
on the door, he silently hoped that she didn't have anyone with her.
}:Yumaths:{ Saryolth told her so she threw back her covers and padded
to the door. "D'hol?" she took one look at his face and stepped back
to let him in.
He stepped in, glancing around quickly, but with his body vibrating
with tension, couldn't concentrate on anything more than the fact that
she was indeed alone. He didn't wait, but bent, pressing a
desperate kiss against her lips and pulled her flush against him.
She responded immediately, she knew a hungry man when she felt him
against her with that much pent up energy. She pulled him toward the
bed and when she felt the back of her legs against it she folded and
scooted back toward the wall "come on," she said. The door had closed
and they were in almost total darkness.
D'hol wasted little time stripping himself of his clothing and joining
her on her bed. In the darkness, Timassa felt like _her_ and the
female scent and shape of her drove away any reservation he may have
had against using her to meet his desperate need. He found the shape
of her thigh beside him, her hip, her firm buttocks. Need surged
forward and without speaking, he reached to pull off the night shirt
that she was wearing. His hands, then his lips, found the points of
her breasts and he worshiped them; for now, Timassa was _her_.
Something she didn't understand was happening but his hands and lips
on her knew all the right places and she just went with it. Not sure
exactly what was actually going on but somehow knowing he needed her
in this moment.
The need he felt wasn't just lust; he had felt that far too often to
be completely swayed by its allure. This need he felt now was
different. Though still hungry, his hands swept over the woman beside
him with growing tenderness, kneading the muscles of her thighs,
stroking the slim lines of her back. He caressed instead of gripped
and savored the slightly salty flavor of her skin as he drew his lips
along her neck and shoulders. He kissed lightly, lovingly, along the
lines of her neck, searching for the spot between neck and shoulder
that was the most sensitive. His hands stroked her, loved her, cherished her.
She didn't talk but she did respond as any woman would when a man
makes love to her. Her body arched into his touch and her breath came
in little gasps and groans. This wasn't the urgent need for sexual
release. His hands were gentle and caring like she was familiar and he
cared deeply for her. Her emotions engaged with his whether or not she
knew why it was happening.
When he did finally come to her, he was gentle, finding her heat with
a sweet passion that betrayed that he imagined the woman beneath him
to be beloved. His lips found hers, and the kisses he offered were
urgent, yet soft, passionate, but also tinged with hope and
tenderness. To D'hol the hands that responded to him were _hers_, the
soft gasps rewards for a tenderness that he only recently
rediscovered. They were forgiving hands, loving hands...hands that
took him in and embraced him with returned love and affection.
A tear squeezed from between her closed lids. She knew she wasn't the
one who deserved this tenderness nor did she have any idea who did.
But she held him anyway. There were times in life that were just
indelible. Timassa had never had a man treat her like this, to be with
her like he truly loved her. Her world view shifted and she realized
what she'd been missing all these turns. Obviously, for him, love was
a real thing. She would carry this moment in the pitch dark with her
always.
For a moment, D'hol found peace, wrapped in the arms of the woman he
imagined. Just for a while, he could believe that she loved him, had
welcomed him back to her, loved him as she had so many turns before.
And he held her against him, nestled against his chest closely with
her head tucked beneath his. There was a light brush of lips against
her crown and though he knew inwardly that the woman he held was not
Cyradis, for a while, he could continue pretending.
Last updated on the March 23rd 2019