You're Mine, I'm Yours

Writers: Miriah, Yvonne
Date Posted: 19th November 2020

Characters: Alina, J'ackt
Description: When Imarith rises, J'ackt and Alina finally see each other.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 5, day 26 of Turn 10
Notes: PG-17

Alina

J'ackt

Alina was irritable all morning, and even grumpier when she realized
that Imarith was still asleep-- and that her hide was gleaming a dark,
luscious green. Her dragon would rise soon, and that meant another
embarrassingly awkward encounter in a flight cot. The greenrider
stomped off to sit by the cots, then wished that she'd had the
foresight to bring a project to work on to keep her mind occupied.
Hopefully her Wingleader wouldn't mind if she was late to drills.

Imarith finally woke mid-morning. The green dragon stretched
luxuriously, then with an impertinent twitch of her tail launched off
her ledge and into the sunlight. She screamed her intentions as she
caught a thermal over beach and began to rise toward the sun.

Since the encounter with Saidrene, the tension in their weyr had been
almost unbearable. He needed to find some way to ease that tension, to
soothe his weyrmate. Inwardly, J'ackt wondered if he'd lost Alina and
she just hadn't decided to leave yet. Nothing he'd done had helped. So
when ZIth became increasingly aware of Imarith and Alina had become
more and more irritable, J'ackt began to pay more attention; then he
waited.

That morning, he watched as Alina stomped away and his eyes narrowed.
He waited. Then he heard the scream and he bounded out of their weyr,
feet pounding quickly to the flight rooms. **You catch her, Zith.
Don't you dare miss this time,** he sent the intense desire to the
dragon, attempting to double and triple the bronze's growing lust.

Zith bugled back with a mental howl. }: She's MINE! :{

The moment J'ackt reached the flight rooms, he skidded to a stop,
taking the first place among what he knew would be a group of men. His
body coiled in anticipation, a stubborn set to his jaw. He spoke
softly. "You're mine this time."

Alina looked up, her gaze meeting his. "I'd better be."

That single statement sent a jolt of desperation onto J'ackt's very
being. His jaw tightened and as the men entered, he ignored them. His
only focus on her, his posture growing distinctly predatory. **Catch
her, Zith Don't let anyone else close. Catch her. She's _ours_ this time.**

Then he was with his dragon, and he saw through Zith's eyes. Imarith
was in front of him, her glowing hide beckoning him with ever
increasing surges of desperate desire. He felt more than saw the
other males: solid browns, the more acrobatic blues, and another
bronze, older and wiser than he. But he knew Imarith, knew how she
moved and what would entice her and used his advantage.

If a green dragon could laugh, Imarith would have. She played in the
air, luxuriating in the slip of wind against her hide and the tumble
of earth and sky as she danced between the wings and claws of her
suitors. She'd fly forever-- until she was caught.

~*~

Alina slowly became aware of herself, the leaden weight of limbs and
cool air against sweat-soaked skin instead of sun-baked hide. As
always, she'd opened herself early and deeply to her dragon until
Alina was gone and it was only Imarith. She didn't remember anything
about the flight except the sensation of tumbling through the air in a
whirlwind of claws and wings and tails.

Whoever won her flight was holding her tightly, though. His arms were
locked around her and her head was tucked firmly beneath his chin.
Alina stiffened.

J'ackt felt Alina stiffen in his embrace and a niggle of worry
filtered through his mind. He'd not held back or restrained himself
after he'd scooped her up away from the other men. He slid a hand
down her damp back in an effort to soothe and spoke quietly. "Did I
hurt you?"

There was a long pause. "J'ackt?!"

His hand stilled for a moment, then resumed stroking her back, along
her side and down to her hip. "Yeah. Last I checked." He pulled away
just enough to look down at her. "Told you. This time you're mine. "
He felt a sleepy but smug rumble from Zith.

Tears pricked at her eyes as Alina squirmed in J'ackt's arms so that
she could roll over to face him. Relief and joy and the flight's
lingering emotions made her want to laugh and cry all at the same
time. For the first time since Imarith rose, in the aftermath of a
flight she felt-- _safe_. Loved. Like she mattered, and wasn't just a
casualty of Imarith's biology. "I can't believe it," she said. "I
thought-- I'm so happy."

He hugged her close and breathed a sigh of relief. She was happy and
there was a release of tension in his shoulders that he'd been
carrying. He cupped her cheek with one hand and pressed his lips to
hers, once, then again, then hugged her close. "You're mine. I love
you. But did I hurt you? Alina? I didn't control myself. Are you
okay?" He lifted his head and began to check her, his brow deeply
furrowed with concern. There were bruises about the sizes of his hands
on her hips and a faint bite mark on her shoulder. He grimaced.
"Shaffit."

"No, I'm ok. But you..." She brushed her fingertips lightly against a
very distinct bite mark on her weyrmate's neck. She'd left a perfect
semi-circular mark with each tooth shaded in by a crisp, dark bruise.
"I should have told you... I sometimes leave marks after flights. I'm
so sorry... I didn't mean to."

J'ackt looked up and then began laughing softly. "Don't apologize,
Alina. My back burns like fire." He kissed her brow and touched her
the mark on her shoulder. "Anytime you want to do that, do it." He
kissed the mark on her shoulder lightly, then gently suckled it,
relief merging with the lingering lust. "Faranth, do it all the time,
if you want."

"I don't want to _hurt_ you," Alina said. His touch felt so _good_...
the warmth of his body and the way that they were pressed together was
very distracting.

"You won't." His voice was low, lusty. "I like it." He lifted his head
to look down at her and stroked his hand down her thigh. It seemed
like it had been so long since they'd touched so intimately like this.
"Scratch me again, bite me again." He lowered his head and nuzzled her
neck, inhaling the scent of her. "Let me make this flight good for
you. I still want you. Faranth, the smell of you right now is driving
me crazy."

Alina narrowed her eyes at him. "I don't _smell_." Even this felt
familiar, the half-serious, half-flirtatious banter between them. It
felt _right_, and it hadn't felt right between them for a while. Not
since Saidrene.

"Oh, yes you do." His head lifted and his gaze wasn't light now; it
was distinctly predatory. "You smell delicious, Alina.You smell like
you're mine." He brushed her hair back from her brow. "And I love you.
So much. You're the most important person in the world to me. Even
when you're mad at me. Even when you hate me. I love you."

"I don't hate you. I've never hated you. Not really." She pressed a
light kiss against his lips. "Even when I wanted to hate you, I just
can't."

He rested his forehead against her brow and tugged her closer to him.
"I'm sorry, Alina. I'm sorry I wasn't able to do this for you before.
I wish I could have." He lifted his head and stroked a hand down her
cheek, his lips finally lifting in a grin. "So, next time you get mad
at me, can you just bite and scratch me? I'm good with that."

"You're impossible." Alina wriggled a little closer, relishing the
feel of his fingertips against her skin. "If you're good with it,
what's the point?"

"Hmm...maybe I'll just bite you instead." He gently nipped at her
shoulder. "Whenever you're grouchy, nibble nibble." He smirked against
her skin. "I'll be taking little nibbles all the time."

"Don't you dare!" But the thought of it was exciting, somehow. Alina
tangled her fingers in his hair to keep his teeth away from tender
bits. "I'm not grouchy. _You're_ grouchy."

He'd been keeping Zith from Flights; he and Zith had both been just as
irritable as Alina had been. But now, relieved, he laughed softly and
allowed her to tug his head back. "I'm trying to get my nibbles in."
He chuckled and began to nibble along collarbone. "Grouchy, irritable,
cranky, " He looked up at her and grinned before rolling her under
him, then went back to her other collarbone. "Bitchy. Passionate,
feisty," His lips trailed lower, lightly scoring her skin. "Sexy..."

She shivered. "I don't think anyone thinks I'm sexy..." That was for
real greenriders. Weyrbred ones.

"You are." J'ackt murmured against her skin, rubbing his cheek against
the curve of her breast. "Undeniably. Do you know how often I thought
of you after I first met you? How much I wanted you? It drove me crazy
some nights, just thinking about you."

She laughed, a soft sound under her breath that was half nerves, half
anticipation. He was driving her crazy now. Was this what people
talked about, this flight lust? It was going to drive _her_ crazy.
"What I remember is you dumping a basket of laundry over my head."

"After that...it was the yarn. Our argument. I wanted you then." He
chuckled low as his hands stroked her thighs. "The way you talked to
me. You and your sharp tongue." His mouth moved to kiss the middle of
her chest, open mouthed kisses that left no doubt as to what his
desire was. He looked up at her, eyes gleaming with lusty,
affectionate humor. "If I could have, I would have dragged you off
that very night."

"Well, you had a funny way of showing it," she said, breathless. She
squirmed beneath him to prolong his touch. "You used to be such a--
such an _ass_. But you... I think you were the only person who
actually saw me as a person, and not just a Holder or a candidate, or
greenrider."

His hands moved to her inner thighs, thumbs stroking the buttery soft
skin he found there. "Didn't know how to tell you. I couldn't exactly
go up to you and say, 'Hey, I want to bed you until your eyes roll up
in your head and you scream out my name,' now could I? You would have
ripped my manhood off." He smirked. "I still am an ass." He bent to
brush his lips over the tips of her breasts lightly. "But I'm your
ass. And you've always been Alina first. Just Alina."

His words made her melt. Alina felt like she was always fighting and
trying to prove herself, so it felt so good to hear J'ackt say that he
loved her. "I love you too. And you _are_ an ass. But you're mine."

"Yes, I am." He lifted his head and settled between her thighs. "Are
you feeling it, Alina? What our dragons feel?" His jaw worked. "I want
you again. I don't know if I can be gentle right now. I can try but,
Faranth," he closed his eyes, "I really need you."

"Good. Because I want you too." Alina bunched her fists in the sheets.
She'd waited so long for Zith to catch Imarith, and now that it had
happened, she wasn't going to waste a moment of it.

He lunged at her the moment she assented, sealing his mouth to hers.
He wasn't gentle, but neither was he violent. It was though he was
possessed of a lustful fury that demanded to be slaked and she was the
only cure. He'd never let his self-control with Alina entirely go
until that moment, losing himself entirely in the scent and feel of her.

And it felt glorious. Alina met him with a passion of her own that
might have been dragon-fueled, and it might have just been because she
was drunk with love and pheromones. It felt like she was finally
seeing J'ackt and he was seeing her, and she didn't want it to end.

Neither of them made it to drills that morning, or that afternoon. And
neither of them particularly regretted it.

Last updated on the November 23rd 2020

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