Tentative Reconciliation

Writers: Avery, Heather
Date Posted: 6th November 2020

Characters: D'kere, Talwynn, Yasmeane
Description: Yasmene is scorned by D'kere, and Talwynn's green Riveth rises.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 2, day 12 of Turn 10
Notes: Catching up this storyline due to LOAs -- this post immediately follows "You're My Safety (1 &2)" and "Saying Things You'll Regret" -- make sure to catch up, because this storyline is going places ;)

Yasmeane

Despite everything that had been said between him and Talwynn the day before, D'kere still found himself inviting Yasmene to his office. He had not talked to Talwynn since their disastrous lunch date. The fact that his weyrmate thought he preyed on "weak" or "broken" women, or that he would need to, still rankled so deeply that he wasn't sure if the rift between them was repairable.

Yet here he was, doing what he should have done when Yasmene came to speak to him the first time.

"You wanted to see me, sir?" Yasmene said, peeking her head into his office after knocking on the door. D'kere's invitation had sent a flutter of hope through her that he had considered her request and was going to agree to be her first, before her green rose for the first time.

"Come in, have a seat, this will only take a minute," D'kere instructed.

Yasmene closed the door and slid into one of the wooden chairs in front of his desk. The tone of his voice didn't sound promising....

"I want to apologize, first, for not giving you the proper response when you requested that I sleep with you. I have a weyrmate and I should have said no immediately."

The greenrider's eyes narrowed marginally. She was holdbred, but she thought that one of the "great" things about the Weyr was their "open" view on sexual relationships?

"I can suggest others to you that would treat you well." D'kere said without the hint of a smile or spark in his eyes.

Scalding tears clouded her vision. "I don't need your pity," she ground out between teeth clenched against her tears.

"It's not pity, Yasmene, it's my job, you came to me, and I'm suggesting to you that you consider one of these men." D'kere slid a slip of paper toward her.

Yasmene's fingers curled tightly around the armrests of her chair. "Thanks for nothing, Weyrlingmaster," she said the title with a sneer, refusing to reach out and take the list.

D'kere's eyebrows rose, but not in surprise over Yasmene's attitude. He could feel Kenirath's interest in a rising green. **Ken?** he questioned slowly, his eyes unfocusing as he looked through his dragon's eyes.

}:Riveth!:{ Kenirath confirmed to his rider as he watched the glowing green.

Despite how angry and hurt he was with the greenrider, D'kere was on his feet without thinking. When he glanced down he realized that Yasmene was still in the room.

"Green flight, sorry," he said, although his tone was brittle. "Good luck, Yasmene," D'kere said as he left her in his office.

Yasmene's lips flattened into a thin line as he left, her eyes honing in on the slip of paper with riders names on it. "Yes, good luck, D'kere, you're going to need it," she muttered.

Riveth's temper was riled up by her own driving need to mate and by the temper her rider had been exhibiting. She dove into the feeding pen and snatched a wherry from the ground in her talons, lifting it up into the air and shaking it hard to snap its neck before dropping back to the ground to tear into it. Two hunks of meat were bitten out of it and swallowed before Talwynn gained enough control over her to have her blood it, a sign of the greenrider's agitated state. A second wherry was violently dispatched by claws, but immediately blooded.

**This is going to be a wild one,** Z'kai thought as he watched the green savage her kills. The idea of participating in this flight and claiming this greenrider just went up a notch.

Riveth leapt into the air and flung herself into the sky, arrowing away from Dragonsfall and the plains below and up into the mountains. She occasionally looked back and taunted her pack of blue and bronze and brown chasers with demands that they fly faster, show off more, prove to her their worth. }:Only the best are for me!:{

D'kere, who was normally good-natured and even-tempered, stood in the flightroom with his arms folded over his chest, eyes blazing, jaw tight. He couldn't remember the last time he had been so angry, and that anger bled into Kenirath's determination and lust for the vicious Riveth. Kenirath was in no mood to be taunted by Riveth, so he did not answer her teasing call, but focused entirely on flying in front of the other males.

She led them a merry chase, twisted and turned and dove rapidly and then banked her way through a forest until they all fell away from her, leaving only three males in the chase - Kenirath, Lakiath, and Tebrath. Riveth intended to choose her mate, but as she broke out of a cloud bank, it was right into the talons of a male who had predicted her move and wrapped around her.

Talwynn had been strolling between the men as Riveth leaned toward various dragons, reaching out the run fingers down their shoulder or their chests. When a dragon's talons wrapped around Riveth, she was scooped into the winner's arms to be carried to the cotroom.

-

When the roar of mating lust began to clear, the sound left behind was the rapid thundering of his own pulse. D'kere blinked slowly up at the unfamiliar ceiling and for a fraction of a moment he wondered where he was - flights could be disorienting like that.

The adrenaline and release were still ebbing from his body, leaving a trail of tingling, sated muscles and nerve endings behind.

Finally his brain began to kick into gear. Mating flight. Riveth's. Kenirath had caught her. D'kere winced at the paint in his neck as he turned his head to look at Talwynn. Reaching up to the junction of his neck and shoulder, D'kere gently probed what he thought was an angry bitemark.

Not all flights led to bitemarks and nail-scratches, it often depended on the rider. In the heat of a flight, Talwynn always was like one of the snarly wild felines, biting and scratching, her dragon's lust and her need for control merging into a deep desire for sensation, for claiming back and leaving her mark as she was claimed. It was usually something appreciated by her partners at the time. It was usually filled only by desire and desperation. But the sparks of anger that had flown between the riders had been there in the flightlust still, and when the dragons came together in the air and the winners on the ground, some of that had come out in the coupling.

She stirred back to wakefulness and felt the post-flight sensations of a deep pleasing ache between her legs, a feeling of wrung-out limpness in the muscles, and a head empty of anything but Riveth's warm satisfaction. At least, for now. She decided to linger in that for a few moments and enjoy it before stirring back to her life.

Then she felt the person next to her move. Oh. She'd have to say something, she supposed. She turned her head to the side to look over. D'kere. Poking at his neck. Which already had the mark of her mouth on it in a raised red that was just going to darken. She said nothing at first, but blinked at him with large grey eyes, still a little sleepy.

There were so many things that D'kere needed to say to Talwynn, but the little flame of anger was still there. Instead of talking, he found himself with his hands framing her face, kissing her roughly with a lust and passion that had nothing to do with the mating flight.

Well, if he was going to answer her with that, she wasn't going to complain. Talwynn reached out to grip at his shoulders, nipping at his lip as she deepened the kiss. She wanted to touch D'kere again, drown in this ministrations of his hands and mouth, and encourage him on with her own.

-

This time there were some nailprints and scratch marks on D'kere's back and arms to add to the bite on his neck, and there was going to be more than one visible "love mark" on Talwynn's skin.

Panting from exertion, D'kere flopped onto his back beside Talwynn, feeling completely wrung out but sated; even his anger was spent for the moment.

Talwynn was also tired out. From the strain of controlling Riveth in the flight, from the physical activities, from the way the release of the coiling emotional tension of proddiness and the climaxes had hollowed out her emotions and left her briefly at peace.

"Hi," she said, quietly.

"Hey," he returned, turning his head to look at her. So much had been said between them the last time they saw each other that he wasn't sure what to say.

"I didn't know if you'd have Kenirath chase or if you'd stop him," she finally said.

D'kere studied her face. "Why would I try to stop him?"

"If you were angry," she said.

"I was angry," he admitted. "I _am_ angry. But I can be angry with you and love you at the same time."

The lines that had been around the corners of her grey eyes softened. "The same for me. I was so angry at you because I was upset at the idea of you with her. With anyone else."

It touched D'kere that Talwynn, who had been so independent she hadn't wanted to share a weyr at first, loved him enough to be that angry over "sharing" him. "That's not something you have to worry about outside of flights. I promise." It would never be an issue again, as far as he was concerned.

"All right," she said, reaching out her hand to cup his cheek and stroke his jawline with her thumb.

They weren't back to normal, there was still some things that Talwynn had said that D'kere wanted to address, but for right now, in this moment, things at least felt peaceful between them and for that, D'kere was grateful.

"I love you, Tal."

"I love you too," the greenrider said. She, too, was still carrying pain and frustration over their earlier arguments in her heart. But after the flight, and having expressed to him what was stressing her out so much - her jealousy and her need for him, something that had been so foreign to her in Turns before - she was feeling better.

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