That Girl!

Writers: Len, Paula
Date Posted: 3rd February 2013

Characters: Catrien, Sh'lua, T'bel, E'naer, G'wen
Description: Sh'lua attempts to take Catrien's virginity, and all the boys are taking bets on who will emerge the victor
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 10, day 2 of Turn 6

So, this was it, then. Catrien gulped and clutched the seat under her
fingers.

She was in her weyr...waiting. E'naer had said he would make all the
arrangements, she trusted him. And it had to be done. Not doing it
could mean possibly losing her beloved Oranth in her maiden Flight,
should she panic. And her green was more important than her aversion
to boys and...and their...their...

She gulped again.

And promptly fell out of her chair when there was a knock at the door.
So this was it. Shaking like a leaf, she walked to the door. It
could be anyone. Resisting the urge to jump on Oranth and flee, she
gulped one last time and opened the door.

"Hello, you must be Catrien," Sh'lua greeted, putting out the full
effect of his dark eyes. They had made many girls and boys knees go
weak.

Oh brother, it was Sh'lua! G'wen would murder her if he found out!
How the bloody shell could his lover set her up with the winner of his
Flight?! Her face looking like a slapped arse, she stiffly said, "come
in, Sh'lua. You do this often?"

"You would be surprised if you knew," Sh'lua replied with a lopsided grin.

"I bet I wouldn't." She gave him a look and then added, "want
anything to drink?" Fanarth knew she needed a drink...or five.

"No, thanks" Sh'lua replied, thinking that he better keep her away
from drinks too. He had bad experiences about senior weyrlings and
drinking. She seemed so nervous, did she really expect him to just
jump on her and tear off her clothes? Sh'lua could do that too, but
only if he knew the other one enjoyed it.
"So, tell me about yourself. Where did you come from?" he asked with
disarming smile. People generally liked to talk about themselves.

"Here, you know my mum don't you?" Didn't everyone know her
ballbusting wingthird mother?

"I think I do," Sh'lua said after moment of digging his memories.

Cat snorted at the vauge look on his face and pored herself a large
glass of wine. She was going to need it. Downing half of it in one
gulp, she glared at him out of the corner of her eye. "So you ready
for this?"

**meanwhile in another part of the Weyr**

"So...what'd I miss?" T'bel slid into E'naer as he sat close to him
in the Dinning Hall. Lowering his voice, he went on. "Fanth told me
that Elliespeth told her that Oranth said that Galerith's on her
ledge. So what's up?" As he talked he fiddled around with his money
pouch, taking out a few marks.

"Well, I found out that Catrien is still inexperienced and sent Sh'lua
to take care of it," E'naer said. "You see, her first reaction was:
Yuck boys!, so she's a hard nut to crack."
Feral left E'naer's food to go and greet T'bel affectionately.

T'bel laughed, sending Swift off his shoulder. The little bronze
flapped around the boy's heads a few times before settling back down
in front of Feral to sniff noses. T'bel watched them for a few
moments before saying, "poor Sh'lua. I usually feel a bit sorry for
the poor one getting 'experiance' but this time..." He shook his
head. "If Sh'lua gets a foot wrong, Cat's mother is gonna_so_ come
down on his head! That's her youngest child!" Catrien's wingthird
mother was infamous for her hardheadedness. "If Neath's a gold
trapped in a green's body, that woman is most defiantly a bronze rider
trapped in a green wingthird's body!"

"Neath? Did someone say my green's name?"

T'bel looked up to see the tiny form of G'wen walking up to them. The
dark boy smiled at him before sliding into the bench beside E'naer and
giving him a tender kiss.

"I trust Sh'lua's talent to charm his way out of trouble," E'naer
replied to T'bel. "Ah, we are just comparing Catrien's situation as
senior weyrling to yours rather similar one back then."

"Oh please! I was just scared! Cat's more the type that'll beat the
guy up if he dares touch her where she doesn't want it." G'wen
snorted in amusement. "So who's the guy? Is it Sh'lua?"

"Yes, and he can handle little beating up, he's a big boy," E'naer
replied with an amused smile. Maybe the bluerider even enjoyed it?

"D'you think he's a good first choice?" G'wen gave E'naer a knowing
look, thinking about Sh'lua's size.

"The best choice," E'naer said.

"We should get him drunk and back to your weyr." G'wen gave E'naer a sky
look.

E'naer chuckled. "Love, we both will be snoring under the table long
before he gets even mildy buzzed."
The idea was intriguing but neither could out drink the big bluerider.

"Okay, then just back to your weyr," T'bel injected, rolling his eyes
at the two of them.

"That shouldn't be too hard," E'naer replied.

**Meanwhile**

"AND if you so much as try that move again you'll be bodily tossed off
Orlanth's ledge, I don't care how tall you are!" Catrien stood with her
arms on her hips.

"All right, all right, no need to get angry," Sh'lua said, talking like to a
angry toddler, taking few steps backwards and lifting his hands up. "See no
touching. Although that was the whole point of this. You're going to have it
rough when Orlanth Rises if you don't give in." The blue rider kept his
voice reasonable, despite that what he really wanted was to turn her around
and place him across his knees and spank her. (And not the kinky way).

Thoroughly pissed off, she pointed to the door. "And don't let it hit
you on the way out!"

"Fine," even Sh'lua was loosing patience with her, "I'm not the one
who is going to be flight-raped." He strode off and out of the door.
_** You better win Orlanth's Flight, or she is in trouble,** he said
to his blue. Underneath his anger, he was truly worried about her.
Perhaps he should exchange some words with her mother?

**Meanwhile**

G'wen groaned and burried his head in his hands. "I think I'd better
go and comfort Catrien."

T'bel rubbed his hands gleefully. "So that makes five marks for me."
He held his hand out to E'naer. "You paying me now or do you need a
lift to your weyr first?" He knew she wouldn't fall for Sh'lua's
charms.

"I pay now," E'naer dug into his belt pouch. "I can't believe it," he
shook his head. "What I'm going to do with that girl?"

"Make you a bargain," G'wen said, curling up closer to him. "Deal
with me and I'll talk to Cat later." He was eager to get E'naer to
his weyr and he led one of the man's hands over a part of his anatomy
to let him also know.

Across from them T'bel just rolled his eyes and took the money.

However, E'naer's thoughts were elsewhere. Like what the shells he was
going to do with Catrien? If Sh'lua couldn't handle her, who could?

Last updated on the February 13th 2013

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