Stuck Together (PG-17)

Writers: Clancey, Heather
Date Posted: 10th April 2012

Characters: Devyn, J'darin
Description: Devyn comes to J'darin's weyr before lunch and gets ..stuck.... but in a good way.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 7, day 2 of Turn 6
Notes: Thread cancellation approved by Paula due to Blizzard!

Mildly PG-17 at the end
Rating: PG-17

Devyn

J'darin

It had snowed some in the night but just a few flakes. Outside, the
sky was dark gray and full, promising to get serious about snowing
before too long.

Classes had been dismissed because there was Thread in about 5
candlemarks. The weyrlings would be helping later with injuries and
firestone. Thankfully, these were yet too young for Blooding.

Thinking of the afternoon of work ahead, he decided to leave his
hidework and check on Hasaarth. His dragon sometimes fought the fact
that they didn't fly Thread now. Not while they were
Weyrlingmasters.

On a whim, he decided to ask Devyn if she had time to meet him for
lunch in his weyr. It would be a reasonably good distraction for his
bronze to have the pretty green for a visit.

He had seen her a once or twice since their trip to the Gather but
only for meals. Their schedules both seemed ...full.

Or maybe she had decided she didn't like him all that much after all.
He was not all that likeable, he knew, and scarred to boot.

Either way, he missed her warm smile and easy manner, and the way she
did just seem to see _him_, more and more.

But he had not started drinking again and was so much happier over all
just for knowing her that it didn't matter .

**Hasaarth...will you ask them to come?**

He thought there would be time; Thread wasn't until almost the 15th
candlemark and it was only a quarter or so after the 11th candlemark
now.

}:Hasaarth wishes to know if we would like to come to their weyr for
lunch.:{ Ellyth happily passed on to her rider from where she was
perched on her weyrledge. The green could never truly relax on
Threadfall, no dragon could, every instinct within the beast told her
to prepare for the arrival of their ultimate enemy.

Devyn smiled when Ellyth's voice interrupted her thoughts, "Of course!
Tell him we'll be over in a minute." She spoke back to the green as
she turned back to her trunk. It was necessary to dress warm at
Dragonsfall, but Devyn always found herself sweating during Threadfall
because of the multiple layers of clothing. Slipping into a pair of
her thicker, wherhide riding pants that hugged her hips, the
greenrider stamped into her knee-high riding boots next. A creme color
tunic went on next, followed by a thick brown vest that she buttoned.

Figuring that she would just leave from J'darin's weyr for Threadfall,
Devyn grabbed her riding jacket, goggles, and helmet before striding
out to her waiting dragon.

}:They will be here in a few minutes.:{ Hasaarth sent, his mindvoice
laced with happiness. His rider seemed so much happier around
Ellyth's rider. He was always glad when they spent time together.
And of course, that meant he could spend time with her lovely green
too.

Smiling at his dragon's thoughts, the bronzerider headed out into the
corridors to grab them some lunch. The dining caverns were less
crowded than normal - perhaps everyone readying for Thread - and he
was headed back to his weyr with a bulging sack of lunch, juice, and
even some snacks. He had grabbed enough for two full meals, thinking
he'd be too tired after this afternoon to go back down to the dining
hall.

Devyn and Ellyth might well arrive to his weyr before he returned, as
dragons were must faster than feet, so he told Hasaarth just to let
them in and let them known he'd gone for lunch.

He was so pleased to see her, though, that his long legs carried him
back very quickly.

They hadn't arrived just yet but as he went back inside his weyr, he
heard the sound of Ellyth landing on the ledge and quickly set his
burdens down on the table. Just in time. Maybe she'd taken a few
minutes to pack her Thread gear and was going to stay longer than
lunch... His grin was very boyish as he contemplated that thought.

The weyrlings were all occupied in the barracks, having been let off
to spend time with their young lifemates until it was time to work in
a few candlemarks. He had the time to spend, if she wanted to stay.

That boyish grin was still in place as he went out to meet her.

Devyn found herself smiling as she looked down from Ellyth's neckridge
and found J'darin coming out to greet her. As usual she found her
heart fluttering rapidly at the appearance of the Weyrlingmaster.
Every time his blue eyes met hers she found a shiver running down her
spine. It wasn't often that men effected Devyn in such a way, after
all, she'd grown up with mostly male friends. There was just something
about J'darin that struck a chord inside her.

"Hello there." She hopped down from her green's neckridge, helmet,
gloves and goggles dangling from her hand.
His grin stayed in place and his arms came out to pull her in for a
hug, goggles, gloves, helmet, and all. It might have been a little
awkward, but he found the sight of her in those hip-hugging riding
pants made his heart race. She was so attractive; she pulled at him,
made him focus on something other than himself.

"Hi there lovely lady. I'm so glad you found time to visit me on a
Thread day." He offered to take her goggles and helmet, so he could
pull her close to his side, and continued to chatter at her. "I've
found us some lunch." As they walked into his weyr, he let her go and
headed toward the table to start laying it out.

As he worked, he asked her curiously, "Does it scare you? I mean,
flying Thread?"

"I have a good, healthy dose of fear when it comes to Thread," Devyn
said as she followed the man into his weyr, her eyes scanning the
interior as she moved to the table where the bronzerider was setting
out their lunch, "nothing that keeps me from flying, just enough to
keep me alert." She wasn't so afraid that she couldn't do her duty,
but Devyn felt that it was healthy to maintain a fear of the enemy
that they faced. Dragonriders who lost their fear of Thread lost their
edge, in Devyn's opinion, and usually ended up injured or worse
because of it.

He nodded, not surprised. That was what a rational, smart,
experienced dragonrider would say. He smiled at her and waved toward
a seat at his table.

His weyr was neat, if a bit bare. The only cluttered part was near
his living space. He had a basket of carvlings that he would go to
when he wanted to fill his hands but let his mind go without
conscience direction. His bed was not made, but his clothes were
neatly in a basket that the drudges came and got to keep washed. He
had a wardrobe near his bed that was currently shut. There were some
carvings hanging on the wall, most of which he had made. There was
also one picture of Hasaarth hanging out in the living area that he'd
kept from Maurgen's drawings. She had been so talented, that
Harper.

He had thought she might be the one to settle him down, but like all
the rest, she had left him too.

He wondered if Devyn would follow suit...

To distract himself, he engaged her in conversation, explaining why he'd
asked.

"I didn't used to be afraid of Thread. It never scared me, or
Hasaarth. We knew we were the best and we rose to flame away our
enemy with the idea that we would win, no matter what, and do it with
style. Even during O'dan's disasterous Threadfall at Dolphin Cove,
we were not Scored. No, it wasn't until later...." He frowned a
little as the memory washed over him. It often did, at odd times.

And of course, the scars would never let him forget.

"When I got this." he glanced down at his arm. He wasn't precisely
melancholy, but he was a little... serious.

Then he smiled at her. "You're wise to have your healthy respect for
Thread."

Devyn followed the man's gaze down to the scars that were visible on
his skin. Maybe other people would take more notice of the scars, or
maybe other women cared more about the man's past, but to Devyn it all
mattered very little. The experiences of the past had shaped J'darin
into the man he was, a person she liked, but she was also determined
to live in the present, "I keep a healthy respect for men too," she
gave him a mischievous wink, hoping to lighten the mood and distract
his thoughts away from a topic that was obviously painful for him.

He grinned back at her, feeling as if he'd just been given a lesson.
Another lesson, this one from Devyn, who was 12 turns younger, on how
to move on from a painful incident in his life that he seemed to have
amazing trouble moving past. It had cost him the Weyrleadership of
Dolphin Cove, and scarred him in a way that would always be visible,
but he was trying to move on.

One step at a time, almost like right after he had lost his Weyrleadership.

At her wink and remark, he moved toward her and wrapped both of his
arms around her waist and pulled her close for a kiss, a long one.
"Healthy respect for men, hmm? Also wise." his eyes twinkled, teasing
her a little. The mood was indeed a bit lighter all of a sudden, and
maybe light enough for lunch.

It took all of Devyn's strength not to melt into a puddle in J'darin's
arms, the kiss sending an adrenaline rush coursing through her body.
She certainly had a healthy dose of respect for J'darin, mostly
because she knew how easy it would be for him to break her heart.
Already she found herself thinking about him when he wasn't around and
looking for him whenever she went somewhere.
"So, what's for lunch?" The greenrider gave J'darin's hand a squeeze.

He had no plans on breaking her heart. He was more worried about
_her_ breaking his. He was a little over sensitive for a man, and a
bronzerider at that, but it was part of his charm. He had always
secretly wanted someone to share his life with - the desire had
evolved from the original Southern man desire to marry well and
reproduce into wanting a true partner. He'd learned that, at least,
at the Weyr. He had seen these clever women, worked beside them,
fought beside them, and even taught them, and it was easy to see that
a partner was much better than a woman who bore his children.

"Lunch is your standard cold lunch, but no soup. I wish we'd had
soup." He grinned at her. Soup was perfect for winter.

There were warm, heavy slices of bread, cooling a little in the air
already, with butter and cheese. He had brought fruit and cold
slices of wherry so they could make sandwiches. There was juice to
drink and off to the side he had the fixings for klah, though he
didn't make that yet.

He sat down at the table and began helping himself to the piles of
goodness, and lunch went on for a a short time in pleasant, content
silence. He was happy just to be with her. But then he glanced up
and out.

}:It is snowing alot.:{

His dragon told him. "Uh oh... " He pointed. "When did it start to
snow? Hasaarth says it is snowing alot."

"It is?" Devyn arched an eyebrow as she pushed away from the table,
leading the way back out to the weyrledge. A laugh escaped her as she
stepped out to a whirling downpour of snow. The air was a blinding
white with the sheer amount of snow falling, and the greenrider
couldn't even see over to the next weyr.
"I have this feeling," she said over her shoulder, "that there'll be
no Threadfall today." She also had a feeling that there was no way to
get back to her weyr.

J'darin followed her out into the blinding snow for just a moment,
smiling at her pleased laughter. "I can barely see you, let alone
Hasaarth and Ellyth... They should be fine, though, in his wallow.
He'll make room for a pretty green. Won't you?" He finished aloud.

Hasaarth's bass rumble was his answer, though it, too, was barely
discernible over the sound of the storm.

He tugged Devyn back, until they were under the overhang so they were
out of the worst of it and could hear each other talking.

His arm stayed wrapped around her, though, and a different kind of
heat danced up his spine. They would definitely be trapped here,
together, for some time. Well, she could go back to her own weyr
through the corridors, but Ellyth was trapped.

"I think you're right... Thread will run away freezing from this kind
of blizzard! But..." he turned to face her, suddenly aware of her in
a very interesting way. "....I think you're stuck with me, for a
while." His smile was slow, but warm.
Devyn felt tingles spread over her body in warm waves, and she found
herself smiling as she snuggled back against the bronzerider's firm
body, "Oh no, we _may_ have to snuggle together naked for warmth!
Wouldn't want to freeze to death or anything, would we?" She teased
with a light laugh. Devyn had always loved snow, and especially now,
she felt incredibly grateful to the weather.

He wrapped both arms around her and pulled her close, feeling her
supple body pressed against him, but it was dampened by her Thread
gear.

He spun her about so their faces were as close as the rest of them,
and though he caught her teasing and light laugh with a twinkle in
his eyes and a twitch of his lips, his look was much more intense.
His look said that he ached for her in so many ways, and all he had
needed was an excuse. Such a simple excuse - snow - but it was all
he needed to take her where he'd been wanting to take her for weeks -
his bed.

He'd waited so long.... too long, some would say. Some would say he
should have tumbled her into his furs weeks ago. They'd been dating
nearly two months, now.

But with the snow falling hard and thick outside, and the way she felt
so natural in his arms, he was glad he had waited.

But he thought, maybe, he was done with waiting.

Instead of kissing her, though his body demanded it loudly, he simply
picked her up off the ground, wanting to carry her back into his weyr.

"I stopped listening after you said... 'naked'... lovely.... "

Devyn gave a little squeal of surprise as J'darin tossed her onto the
bed, her cheeks reddening softly at the chemistry that charged the air
between them, "Good," she said as she knelt on the bed in front of
him, her fingers dancing along the buttons of his shirt, "that's
exactly what I was going for." The confession came with a confident
smile. In retrospect, Devyn would suppose that according to Weyr
standards their relationship was progressing 'slowly' but the
greenrider felt that every step that they'd taken along the way had
done nothing more than assure them both that _this_ was right for
them.

"The sooner the better then.... " He said, his voice husky with
restrained desire. The moments from the outside of the weyr to his bed
had filled him, making his blood burn. He let her strip the shirt
off of him, then pulled her close to kiss her. He had kissed her so
many times before this, but this time, this time it was full of
...meaning.

His hands slid around her and up underneath her thread fighting
clothes, though it wasn't as easy to undress her, in her thicker
clothes, than it was him for to slip out of an indoor shirt.

He did his best though, and let his fingers brush against her bare skin.

It made him shiver a little and tilt his head back to look at her. He
had no words at the moment, but the dark, almost black pull of his
eyes showed the depths of his desire for her as plainly his body below
the waist proclaimed a need.

Unable to resist the pull of skin where her neck curved into her
shoulder, he placed a kiss there, and continued down, his hands
swiftly following the trail of his lips, experiencing her for the
first time. He always hungered after tasting and experiencing a new
partner and finding what she liked before showing her what he liked -
he was a man, and easy enough to please. And a half naked Devyn, in
his bed, with a blizzard outside threatening to go on the rest of the
day, well that meant time he could spend exploring every inch of this
lovely greenrider.

He intended to take his time with her, if at all possible.

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