Sharing Trust and More (PG-17)

Writers: Miriah, Yvonne
Date Posted: 2nd May 2019

Characters: J'ackt, Alina
Description: J'ackt and Alina share trust and more
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 10, day 25 of Turn 9
Notes: Follows "Hard Won Trust" PG-17
Rating: PG-17

J'ackt

Alina

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The evening was warm, but Alina still shivered as J'ackt slipped her
dress off her shoulders. Her head spun-- this wasn't how it worked. It
was how it worked at the Weyr. This meant nothing. J'ackt had said he
loved her. She tried not to grasp at her dress it fell and and exposed
her breasts, her hands fluttering in her lap as she sought modesty in
closeness by moving forward to kiss the bronzerider. **What am I
doing?!** Except that she'd chosen this path and was tired of feeling
lonely.

Moving carefully and slowly, J'ackt cupped Alina's cheek in her hand,
his kiss slow and tender. His mind was full of her and her need for
his restraint as he pulled away, quickly slipping out of his shirt to
laying it aside. He looked at her breasts, he couldn't help himself,
before returning to press light kisses along her jaw and to her ear.
"You're beautiful, Alina." His hand slid up her side, stroking the
soft skin before finally cupping the weight of her in one hand. "So
soft." One callused thumb stroked over the tip, enjoying how it
puckered against his touch. "I won't hurt you. I'd never hurt
you."

"I know." That truth resonated, and she put her hand over his and
lightly twined their fingers. Gooseflesh raced across her skin but she
wasn't cold. It was just J'ackt. She felt every press of his lips and
touch of his hand a thousand times more than any other sensation. She
raised tried to raise her other hand to tangle it in her hair but her
dress got in the way and a small, frustrated sound escaped her lips.
She paused to pull her arm free and daringly pulled him closer.

He chuckled softly at her frustration, but it was short lived as he
worked to help her to slide her bodice down to the top of her hips. He
released her long enough to settle on the blanket beside her,
stretching out to press by her side. Seeing her half bare beside him,
trusting him, his eyes softened at the sight of her. He had waited
so long to have her just like this. To have her trust in him enough
to allow his touch. He took hold of one of her hands and pressed it
again his lips briefly, then against his bare chest. "You can touch
me, if you like."

This, she'd wanted since they were candidates. Alina had spent a lot
of time back then deliberately _not_ thinking about J'ackt's body. She
ran her fingertips lightly down his shoulder, pausing briefly at the
angry red scar left by Grenval's knife. His body was a map of a bad
past that had left its mark, but she was coming to realize it was only
skin deep. She let her fingertips wander lightly across the planes of
his chest, paused to press a light kiss at the hollow of his throat,
before pressing her palm against his abdomen over a small white scar.
"What happened here?"

Her kiss caused him to visibly shiver, but her touch caused his own
goose flesh to prickle across hours back and chest. Every touch of her
fingers was followed by the reaction and the muscles of his abdomen
clenched as she drew her hand over him. "Didn't dodge when I was
sparring with m'da. Sword tip got me." His mouth lowered to press
against the hollow between her neck and shoulder, suckling the soft
skin lightly. His hand wandered back to play against her skin, his
fingertips plucking lightly at the tip of the soft mound his hand cupped.

She pressed against him, half in response to his questing mouth and
half to give herself some relief from the sensation that his hand on
her breast was causing. "Do you-- do you get tired of people asking?"

"Don't think about it, really." Most people didn't ask. "Don't mind if
_you_ do, but most don't come with happy stories." His lips trailed
downwards, sliding over her collarbone, then over the swell of her
breast. "Much rather concentrate on good things." His mouth closed
over the now taut tip.

His touch surprised a small sound out of her, and she arched her back
in an unconscious reply. Her fingers involuntarily twitched as she
grabbed at his hair and twined a leg around his, almost like a dragon.

~Fade to black~

He had heard the term "love-making" several times, heard it used
casually as just another euphemism for bedding a woman. But now, as he
twined his fingers with Alina's, he understood what it was supposed to
mean. She was all that existed, her need, the urge to love her, and to
find himself in her. This moment with her was what it truly meant.

The air was cool against her skin. Alina wrapped her arms around
J'ackt and buried her face in his shoulder, suddenly shy. Maybe Zith
was hiding the entrance to their little get-away and maybe nobody
cared anyway -- it was the Weyr. But _she_ cared. She wanted to stay
there forever, and she wanted space to catch her breath and try to
make sense of what had just happened. What it meant. **Don't think
about it,** she told herself, planting a daring kiss on his salty
skin.

He felt the kiss and lifted his head, pressing a soft kiss on the side
of her head. He rolled carefully, keeping her next to him and his arms
around her. Hands stroking her back, he pressed soft kisses along her
shoulder. Giving a contented sigh, he just kept her close and spoke
softly. "My weyrmate. My beautiful woman."

She liked the sound of that. Alina snuggled in close and let her eyes
drift closed. "What now?" she asked softly.

"Right now, we rest by this fire." He stroked his fingers down her
spine, loving the feeling of her soft skin. "Then maybe," he smiled
against her hair, "finish dinner and once we're rested up, find other
ways to make you moan." He kissed her temple. "I want to know every
inch of you." J'ackt rested his cheek against her; having her warm and
bare in his arms felt perfect. "But after tonight, it's up to you,
Alina. What do you want?"

"You." Her reply was simple and heartfelt.

"That you've got, Alina." His voice was gentle, but a bit rough. "Not
going anywhere."

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