She Knew Him

Writers: Dana, Eimi
Date Posted: 22nd July 2007

Characters: U'kaiah, B'ram, Traelyn
Description: B'ram can't stay away from Trae any longer...
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 4, day 6 of Turn 4
Notes: This occurs while Trae, Nyith and the eggs are still at DFW before
the Hatching

B'ram

"I can rest later," the bronzerider said with a slight pout. "I only have a little time left with you. I don't want to spend it sleeping." Shards, though, he could already feel another yawn coming on which he fought to hold in.

A pale brow rose. "That is quite possibly the biggest yawn I've ever seen in my life."

"Trust me, I've seen and done bigger. All I need is a cup of klah and I'll be fine," he assured her. **Or maybe two... Or a pot...**

"Oh no," she snorted, shaking her head as she propped herself up on a forearm. "You need to rest." Her fingers trailed into his curls. "I want you to rest."

"Oh, now, don't do that," U'kaiah groaned softly as he could already feel the soothing effects of her fingers running through his hair. "That's totally unfair..."

"Not unfair." Leaning down, she bushed her lips against his forehead. "How else am I going to get you to sleep, hmm? You need to listen to the demands of your body, Wingleader. And since you're keen to be stubborn, I have to make you listen."

"You're not my Weyrwoman," he grumbled, though his eyes were already feeling rather heavy. Shards.

"That excuse isn't going to work, love. And you know it," she chuckled, fingers working their way through his thick hair to the base of his neck.

"You're so mean when you're being nice to me," he mumbled as his felt his body sink deeper into the cushions.

"Just sleep," she crooned, nuzzling him. "I'll be around when you wake up."

"Mmmhmmm," U'kaiah hummed, the exhaustion from Threadfall finally catching up with him.

~*~

Traelyn had laid there, curled up beside him for a long while. If she'd been tired, she would have slept too, but her thoughts were far too restless. As was her body...

So she'd risen from the bed to head down to the Hatching Grounds--quietly, of course, so she wouldn't wake him. Not that she thought anything _could_ wake him in the state he was in. Not even a hungry Kalamath roaring plaintively in his face. That image brought an amused grin briefly to her lips. She didn't think he would wake even if it was she who'd make a hungry, plaintive noise...but hungry for something else entirely....

Sighing, she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around herself, gaze fixed on her resting queen, oblivious to the pair of green eyes that lingered on her.

B'ram swallowed hard. Shards, he had forgotten how beautiful she was. The hard edges of the wooden box dug into his palms through the fabric as he clutched the bundle in his arms even closer. Shards... If Eleada knew where he was... If she knew he was there... If she knew _why_... But he had to see her. He had to _be_ with her. Whether he liked it or not, he had missed her and the reaction he was already feeling at her proximity just drove home the fact that he _needed_ Trae. As frustrating and unfair as it was, it was undeniable. He just... needed her.

Nyith's low rumble warned her that they were no longer alone, and Traelyn lifted her head as a shadow of movement caught her eye, half-expecting it to be U'kaiah. Who she saw instead made her breath catch...made her blood run like ice in her veins for a split second before heat flushed throughout her body once more. "B-B'ram?"

The brownrider took a step closer to her. "Hello Trae. How are you? You look... you look good." More than just good.

"I...thank you." She rose to her feet, trying desperately to regain her composure. Seeing him again....shards. She hadn't been expecting it. No, not at all. And especially not here! "What are you doing here?" Stupid question, really, but there it was.

"I have something for you... Not a gift. It's just... something I was able to save from your weyr and I thought you might like to have..." He carefully unwrapped the box - his excuse for coming to see her here, even though he knew she would soon be back at Dolphin Cove. B'ram just couldn't wait another day. Shards, he couldn't wait another candlemark to hold her in his arms again.

"My weyr?" He'd gone into her weyr? To salvage something? The implication of what that meant tightened the knot of her conflicting emotions. Her dark eyes then flickered from his face to the box he held, and the smooth, nearly blank mask melted away into something much more vulnerable. Her hands began reaching for it before she could stop them. "How did you know where to look?" she asked quietly.

"I know your weyr, Trae," B'ram reminded her, his voice soft and warm. Faranth help him, he wanted her so badly.

They were very close now. The tips of her fingers brushed against his as she took the precious item from his grasp. Even as her hands closed around the wooden edges, dulled from the many times she'd cradled it, she could remember the first time she had ever held this box...and the last time before the hurricane hit Dolphin Cove. Mentally she ticked off each item within, tracing the simple designs on the outside as she did so. A lump rose unbidden in her throat, and she looked up at him. "Why?"

Her eyes were so beautiful. Reaching up, he traced a finger along her cheek. Her skin was as soft as he remembered. Leaning in he kissed her, just a soft, tender brush. "Because neither of us want to lose him..."

Looking down, she accepted the caress, and the kiss, but stopped herself from leaning into it, and giving one back. That would have encouraged his attentions, and she didn't want to. Not now. Not here. "We can go to my weyr," she told him, her voice still quiet, but somehow more distant than it had been just moments before.

B'ram nodded, stepping out of her way so he could follow her. Yes, they could be alone at her weyr, and he so desperately wanted to get her alone.
He was already thinking of so many nights they had spent alone, naked, her fingers digging into his hair, into his back, her lips sighing his name... Oh Faranth, he wanted to get her alone once more...

Once they both inside her weyr, with the door closed, she made her way over to the small table in the corner, gently placing the box on top of it. Her fingers caressed over the top as she turned to face him. Her dark eyes searched his for a long moment, taking in a face she hadn't seen for days--though, somehow, it felt longer than that. Her gaze followed the line of his jaw, lingered over the light freckles dusting his cheeks to his straight nose...up to his brow where his red hair glinted in the glowlight. She knew he was studying her in the same fashion, but she didn't move any closer. And suddenly she was glad that U'kaiah was asleep weyrs away from here. "You didn't come all this way just to give me this, did you?"

Silently he shook his head. No, he hadn't come for just that.

And she knew exactly what he wanted. Shards, she'd seen that expression in his eyes often enough to know. But it was more than just the act of sex that he wanted from her. And that something more that she had given to him willingly before....shards, she didn't want to give it to him now. She couldn't. Wouldn't. But how could she tell him that? How could she, especially after everything that had happened between them?

"Trae, please," he murmured softly, closing the distance between them. Trae was starting to feel it to. B'ram knew she was. She was fighting it. He had given up the fight long ago. "Please, don't make me say it."

"Say what?" Her eyes flashed when they met his. "That you want to take me to the bed, roll me between the sheets until the whole sharding world narrows down to only you and me and the way we make each other feel?" She knew she shouldn't direct her anger towards him, but she didn't know how else to drive him away! And she had to, before she succumbed to the desire thrumming through her. And though part of it was for him, the other part was for U'kaiah. And she didn't want to pretend B'ram was U'kaiah. Not now, and not ever. "See? It was easy enough for me to say.
Why can't you say it?"

"Because that's not what is so hard to say." Typical Trae, B'ram thought with a soft smile. Whenever she felt like a caged animal, that was when she'd lash out. Whenever she was faced with a truth she just refused to see, her best defense was to belittle it, simplify it, turn it back against him. But this was just not something either one of them could run away from that easily. He ignored her flared nostrils, her clenched jaw, her burning eyes. Wrapping his fingers around her waist, he closed the remaining distance between them and could feel his body react to the heat of hers. Oh shards, if only a roll in the sheets was all he wanted. B'ram leaned his forehead against hers. "I've missed you, Trae. I've missed you."

Her palms were braced against his chest. "You've missed the way I make you feel," she snarled.

B'ram didn't let her push him away. On the contrary, he wrapped his arms even tighter around her. Now that she was there, he couldn't let her go that easily. He was in no mood for playing games. Leaning in he kissed her, knowing she could read his lips as easily as he could read her anger.
He didn't want to miss her. He didn't want to crave her. But he did, and he poured all his desire, all his longing, all his need to hear her moan his name and dig her fingers into his hair, into that kiss. She could play with his words, but she knew him. She knew him.

Traelyn hated the way her body betrayed her. She hated it. And she knew now, as his fingers dug even deeper into her hips, that the chance to flee from him was lost. Guilt flooded her, along with the frustration and anger that went with it as she felt not only her body give, but something else within her. Growling, her hands fisted suddenly in his tunic--but not to shove him away. Instead she pulled him even closer, hips pushing up against his. Sevendays of not knowing a man's touch beyond traded kisses had finally caught up with her, and she loathed her weakness. And it was B'ram she was succumbing to, giving to him what should have been U'kaiah's. But there was one thing in this sharding whirlwind she would never want to bring to U'kaiah's bed, and that was anger. So she turned her fury on B'ram, concentrating on it, feeding it, and, damn him, he knew how to handle it--and her.

Last updated on the July 29th 2007

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