Showing Initiative

Writers: Heather, Miriah
Date Posted: 24th July 2013

Characters: D'hol, Jeyme
Description: The sexual tension between Jeyme and D'hol is finally released as the more experienced bronzerider shows Jeyme around the bed furs before her first flight.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 2, day 27 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: Cyradis, Sh'dori, R'enh

D'hol

Jeyme

Jeyme licked her lips, tousled her chin-length hair again, and adjusted
her blouse. The top was cut enticingly low, and the waistline hugged
her torso, riding high and revealing a peek of her hips. The
form-fitting breeches she wore were tucked down into her riding boots.
She wanted to look good,
but not too "planned" for her evening with D'hol. Even with the
Weyrwoman's encouragement to ask Sh'dori to be with her before her
maiden flight, Jeyme had stilled wanted D'hol to do the honors. There
was something about the bronzerider that she couldn't quite put her
finger on. Many in the Weyr thought the man difficult to deal with, or
brusque and cold, but Jeyme felt as if she understood him, in a way,
and tried to enjoy him the way he was, not the way she wanted him to
be.

}:You are not normally so nervous when you think about Yumath's
rider.:{ Quinneth pointed out, amused.

**Yes, well, he's never seen me naked either, so that makes things a
little different.** Jeyme pointed out, chuckling softly as she left
her weyr. After asking D'hol, again, to be sure that he was agreeable,
the pair had decided to meet at his weyr. After all, there was nothing
glamorous about Jeyme and Quinneth's tiny weyr.

Arriving outside the Wingleader's door, Jeyme wiped her palms on her
thighs one last time and knocked on the door.

"Come in." D'hol answered, his voice quiet but cool. He glanced up
from his table as the door opened and one brow arched. He didn't hide
the way his gaze slid over her and his lips lifted in appreciation as
he stood. "Ah, Jeyme." He walked slowly to her and his head tilted to
the side as he looked her over again, one lip corner curling higher.
"Very enticing."

Jeyme held her hands up, "I tried. I didn't want this to be too much
of a chore for you." She teased, although her pulse had quickened upon
D'hol's approach. Shards but he was so dark and delicious looking!

He gave a low chuckle and circled around to stand behind her, bending
to whisper in her ear. "Oh, it's no chore at all." There was no
coldness that was so common in his expression; instead there was a
glint of heated interest in his eyes. He inhaled her scent and slid
his hands down her arms. His lips gently touched the side of her neck.
"You succeeded admirably, Jeyme."

A hot tendril of pleasure spiraled through the greenrider. She had
never heard his voice sound like _that_ before! It made Jeyme felt
relieved that D'hol found her physically appealing. Cyradis had
offered Sh'dori or R'enh as other men who might take D'hol's place,
but Jeyme had dismissed the suggestion immediately. She _wanted_
D'hol.

D'hol turned her around to face him, pulling her arms up to drape over
his shoulders. "Are you certain?"

"Absolutely." Jeyme trailed her fingers along the back of D'hol's
neck. She didn't expect love and roses from the bronzerider, she
wasn't naive, but she knew she could trust him.

He studied her face for a long moment before giving a slight nod of
approval. He waited for a longer moment before slowly and purposefully
pulling her to stand flush against him. Any semblance of cool distance
in his expression was gone; instead there was a distinct look of both
hunger and a surprising degree of respect for the young greenrider.
"Good. I can promise that you won't regret it." He bent, sliding one
hand into her hair as his mouth captured her own. It was a slow but
deep kiss, his tongue flicking out to urge her mouth to part for his
own.

It was better than she had imagined, Jeyme decided, as her mouth
parted willingly for the more experienced bronzerider. Jeyme
preferred this passionate D'hol to the cool exterior that he kept at
the forefront. The silky touch of the man's lips set Jeyme's pulse
racing.

He almost purred at her immediate response. Past his icy exterior,
D'hol was a deeply passionate man, but one who had learned how to
control and hide it to the point that many believed he was ice to the
core. But now, in private, with a young, beautiful woman pressed
against him, he allowed that shield to drop completely. He delved and
tasted her mouth with smooth experience and with a steady hand tugged
at the laces of her trousers while his other slid up the back of her
shirt, stroking the bare skin.

Jeyme couldn't conceal the shiver that raced down her spine at the
feel of the man's work-calloused hand on the smooth skin of her back.
Her hips tilted forward to allow the man easier access to the laces of
her breeches. She had thought nothing of but D'hol since the day they
met, and she would show no reservations now. She had promised herself
that she was leaving behind her holdbred upbringing, and now there was
no looking back.

His mouth left hers and he stepped back long enough to slowly strip
her of her top and trousers. He paused and let his eyes slide over
her, lingering. "Beautiful."

She fought the urge to cover herself. There was no need to feel
self-conscious, not with D'hol. Jeyme trusted him more than any man
she knew. It made her cheeks flush with pleasure at the man's
compliment and a smile curved her lips.

"You next?" She arched an eyebrow temptingly, her fingertips grazing
over his tunic.

A brow arched. "Show initiative."

Jeyme's lips quirked into a grin as her fingers readily went to the
buttons on the Wingleader's shirt. Nimble fingers made quick work of
the wooden pieces before she ran her hands inside of the open panels,
her palms gliding across the smoothly muscled planes of D'hol's chest.
Pushing the fabric over the man's shoulders, the garment fluttered to
the floor.

D'hol inhaled at her touch and a grin appeared, heated and wide as he
kicked his shirt to the side. Before she could reach for his trousers,
he bent and lifted Jeyme into his arms and strode to his bed. "Good
initiative."

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