Moving On, Moving In

Writers: Miriah, Yvonne
Date Posted: 28th May 2019

Characters: Alina, J'ackt
Description: Alina moves into J'ackt's weyr
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 10, day 28 of Turn 9
Notes: Mentioned: L'pin, Urlene, Saidrene, N'vanik

Alina

J'ackt

That was it. Alina hesitated by her weyr door and turned for one last look. She'd been assigned a tiny weyr after graduating with just enough space for a narrow bed, a wardrobe with a mirror, and a table with two chairs. There was a small shelf near the door for the gitar L'pin have given her as well as the other small odds and ends she'd picked up over time. And, of course, the ubiquitous hooks near the entrance to Imairth's couch to hang riding leathers covered in char.
Alina had taken the time to sweep the floor, dust the furniture and fold the linens neatly at the end of the bed. The mattress would likely be taken out for airing and re-stuffing (it was a little flat in the middle) and then the whole room made over for the next rider.

With a pang, she closed the door on the weyr and that chapter of her life. She flicked her braid over her shoulder, then made her way back to J'ackt's weyr. _Her_ weyr. She'd moved her things over the night before. Mindful of their last conversation, the greenrider entered without knocking. Stumpy leaped off the bed to greet her and she paused to give his ears a scratch. "That's the last of it. I'm done cleaning, which means I am officially moved in."

Stumpy cocked his head to the side at her, then the other side, as if trying to understand exactly what she was saying and as if wondering if she was the reason his weyr had been in an uproar the past two days. He gave a soft woof, tongue lolling out of his mouth as he accepted the petting.

J'ackt came in from the ledge, the sour expression on his face clearing as he sighted Alina. He instantly smiled and approached, bending to brush his lips over hers. "All done?"

"Mmm hmm." The greenrider smiled back, a bit nervously. His expression coming in from Zith's ledge hadn't gone unnoticed. "Is everything all
right with you?"

"Urlene's not happy with the shoulder." His reply was brisk as he glanced around at the new items in the weyr, adjusting them. His weyr was large and he had plenty of room, but he'd not added much to it besides the tapestry Saidrene had given him and the hanging bag. It was strange seeing her belongings, but not bad.

Alina frowned. "It's not healing right?"

He scratched the back of his head and sighed. "I kind of strained it and some of the muscle may have torn a bit." The healer had given him the rough side of her tongue, questioning his intelligence as well as his common sense. It hadn't been pleasant. "I'm not as healed as I should be I guess."

The greenrider thought back to all the times she'd seen J'ackt punching that bag of his, and wisely said nothing. "So I guess you're not cleared for drill then," she said dryly.

He shook his head. "No. I can't even lift a full bag of firestone with this arm yet. Urlene pushed down on the arm and I couldn't lift it more than a fingerspan." His breath exploded with frustration and several curses. "N'vanik is going to rake me over the coals." He turned, scowling at the hanging bag, then turned to the rest of her belongings. "Okay, so...I guess we have to organize this, right?"

Alina sighed. She only had a two baskets of clothes to hang and a third basket of odds and ends, but she also didn't much feel like trying to find space for them in J'ackt's weyr yet-- not after cleaning her own weyr all day. "_Or_ we could go down to the Weyrbowl. I hear the Harpers are having a bonfire. Want to go?"

He studied her. Normally he wouldn't have gone, but Alina looked so.... it was hard to describe. Uncertain. And she looked a little lost. As though she didn't quite know what to do with herself. An idea came to mind, filtering through his irritation. It would take some work, and some sneaking about, but maybe it would remove some of that hesitation he still felt from her. He quickly debated it, then decided. It would be worth the effort. "How about we're make
this your home." Taking her hand, he set Zith to his task, as he focused on his new weyrmate. " Then we go to the Weyrbowl and celebrate?"

She sighed. More tidying. "Fine. But _then_ we're going to the Weyrbowl. I want to listen to music that's actually good." It had been a whirlwind of a sevenday, and the idea of sitting on a blanket and letting herself get lost in a song for a while sounded like bliss. She squeezed J'ackt's hand, then bent to pick up the larger basket of clothing. "Where should I hang these?"

He took the basket from her and carried it to the wardrobe. "I can do that." His lips quirked. "You get ready. It'll take you some time, won't it? Besides, then I can watch you get naked. "

The greenrider smiled, then shrugged. "If you want." She plucked a dress from the second basket and threw it over the bed. She had never quite gotten comfortable with the nudity around the Weyr, but it felt different with J'ackt now that they'd shared a bed. Not as invasive, and more... exciting. She tugged at the hem of her tunic, then pointedly looked over her shoulder at the bronzerider. "I thought you were hanging up my clothes."

J'ackt's head was tilted to the side, eyes on her back and both hands stilled. One had was on a pair of trousers and the other on a hanger, but neither of them were moving to put the two items together in any fashion. He blinked, looked down and thrust the trousers on to the hanger. "I am." He looked back up as he blindly thrust the hanger into the wardrobe. "Perhaps you'd like to bathe first?" He paused again, imagining her bare skin slick and dripping with water; his mouth secretly salivated as his pupils expanded at the thought.

"No thank you." Alina turned her back and pulled the tunic over her head, laying it neatly on the bed before undoing her belt. Her skin prickled; she could feel J'ackt watching her.

J'ackt's eyes lingered along the curve of Alina's back, fighting the urge to come up behind her and run his tongue right up the line of her spine. Blindly, he thrust clothes on hangers, not paying any attention to what clothes went where. It was unimportant. Did Alina honestly not know how utterly alluring she was? After so long of not being able to touch her, having her right there, right in front of his... their bed was almost more than he could stand. His eyes lowered to the swelling curves of her hips and his fingers twitched. He loved the shape of her hips; they filled his hands so nicely. As the belt came unbuckled, so did he and the clothes were forgotten. He padded quietly up behind her, knelt, gripped the sides of her hips and found the soft skin just above the waistband of her trousers at the small of her back with his lips.

Alina yelped. "J'ackt!" The bronzerider was too _quiet_ when he moved! She swatted half-heartedly at him. "You're not helping!"

With a slightly rough voice, he answered. "I'm not trying to." He dodged the swat easily, trailing light kisses along the swell of her hips. "I want you."

Goosebumps rose on her skin where he touched her. Alina let herself relax into his arms, smiling. "You still owe me. You're going to hang my things up! _All_ of them."

"Mmmhmmm." Sure. Whatever she said. He was too busy tugging her trousers off to really give it further thought.

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