He May Dance With You, but He Comes Home With Me

Writers: Miriah, Heather
Date Posted: 22nd October 2013

Characters: Jeyme, D'hol, V'ictus
Description: D'hol and Jeyme finally get to dance after the Hatching
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 3, day 12 of Turn 7

Jeyme

D'hol

Had it been hard watching Cyradis and D'hol dance knowing that they
had a history together? A little, Jeyme would admit. The senior
Weyrling had allowed herself to be pulled onto the dance floor by a
fellow Weyrling. He was her age, and handsome enough, but in her book
he lacked any appeal at all when compared to D'hol. She guessed that
some people would find her attraction to someone so far apart in age
to be odd, but to Jeyme it seemed natural. She was holdbred and had
always known that she would be married off to some man that was many
Turns her senior, she had braced herself for that a long time ago.

Yet D'hol was no pudgy, soft old holder, no he was far from that.

"Would you like to dance again?" V'ictus asked with his sweet blue eyes.

Jeyme flashed the brownrider a smile, "It is kind of stuffy in here, I
think I need some fresh air." She took a step back toward the open
mouth of the cavern.

"I'll escort you then." V'ictus insisted, taking Jeyme's hand and
setting it on the crook of his elbow as he led the way outside.

Unable to refuse, Jeyme walked along beside of the brown Weyrling, who
she guessed to be a Turn or so younger than herself. The fresh blast
of air that washed over them as they passed through the Weyrbowl and
toward the lake was refreshing and Jeyme let out a contented sigh. For
the evening of dancing Jeyme had worn a simple skirt that was cut just
above the knee to show off lean, shapely calves. Her chin length hair
was partially pulled back away from her face and pinned with two
silver hair combs that she had brought with her from the hold.

The further they moved from the noise of the Dining Cavern, the more
confident V'ictus became, slipping one hand to the small of Jeyme's
back as they came to stop by the Weyrlake. The moon was large and
luminous, casting an inviting white light down onto the softly
rippling waters. V'ictus's fingers curled over Jeyme's right hip as he
pressed her closer to his side.

Even though she could see V'ictus's face from her peripherals, it was
the shift in his body that alerted her to the fact that he was going
to try and kiss her. Jeyme leaned away from the young man, putting a
hand to his chest to stop the advance. "I just came out for some fresh
air, V'ictus, and that is all." She could tell that the rebuff wounded
the young brownrider's ego, but she had lived the life of a Hold woman
long enough to know how to easily soothe a dismissal.

"Thank you for the dance and for bringing me out. I will be fine now,
thank you."

V'ictus didn't move, and for a brief second the grip he had on Jeyme's
hip tightened until his fingers were biting into her skin. Just as
suddenly, the brownrider released her and took a step back, "Goodnight
then, Jeyme." His voice was tight, and he spun on his heel, barely
able to control himself from storming off.

Jeyme chuckled lightly, "Goodnight V'ictus." She called over her shoulder.

}:I would have eaten him for a snack if he had continued to press the
issue.:{ Quinneth spoke quietly in the back of Jeyme's mind, her tone
grumpy, but up on the weyr rim her luminous eyes whirled rapidly.

**I knew you were watching so I was not worried. Besides, guys like
V'ictus are handled easily enough by a knee to the groin.** Jeyme
folded her arms over her chest.

A slight smile curled D'hol's lips as he watched the exchange. His
brown quirked at Jeyme's refusal of the young man, but he couldn't say
he was displeased with it. He passed the boy by, unable to stop the
curl of his lips from lifting slightly at the boy's expression; he
looked rather put out. Ah, the high, raging emotions of youth. It
wasn't something he particularly missed, but at least the lad had
control.

Footsteps lightly crunched over gravel as he came up behind Jeyme and
laid a hand at her lower back. "You handled that well." He looked at
her and gave an amused half-smile.

Whereas V'ictus's touch had made her want to step away, just the
lightest touch from D'hol had her stomach curling with desire. How did
he do that? Jeyme looked up at D'hol in the moonlight, "I've had some
practice." A grin curved her lips.

"I can tell." If the young lad had pressed much harder, he would have
intervened, but expreience had shown him that Jeyme was quite capable
of taking care of herself; it was an aspect about the young woman that
he admired. Lightly rubbing her lower back, he looked out at the lake,
brow furrowing for a moment before he slowly turned her to face him.
"Didn't I promise you a dance earlier?"

One of Jeyme's eyebrows arched as she faced the bronzerider, "I
believe you did, but I thought that perhaps you might have forgotten."

He snorted. "I'm not so old that I'm that forgetful just yet." He
pulled her close and lifted one of her hands to settle on his shoulder
before lifting the other to stay in his own. "I was a bit preoccupied;
but, I'm not going to break my promise."

Jeyme chuckled, "I did not think you would, D'hol, truthfully I was
trying to escape V'ictus by coming out here. That backfired, of
course, when he decided to meet my escort." The lilting strains of the
slow dance that was being played floated out to them on the breeze.
Jeyme preferred this, she decided, dancing out with D'hol under the
moonlight by themselves.

His head tilted slightly. "I'm surprised, actually. I figured he was
along your tastes." And quite frankly, D'hol hadn't been paying her
much attention during the dance. He moved slowly in time to the faint
music that was still playing as the crowd from the party thinned.
"And, I supposed that you weren't overly pleased with me either."

The greenrider wrinkled up her nose, "He is far from my tastes, I can
assure you of that." Jeyme swayed effortlessly with D'hol, "And you
think I wasn't pleased with you because you danced with Cyradis?"
There was no point in pretense. "I wasn't upset. Would I have rather
had you dancing with me? Of course, but what woman wouldn't? You are a
grown man, you can dance with whomever. I'll wait. I am patient."

At that, both brows rose. He had been expecting a far different
reaction, considering what she knew of their history. "Cyradis isn't
sharing my bed most nights. You are," he pointed out. He frowned, but
tugged her closer, his hand splaying wide over her back. "You are a
very surprising woman, Jeyme. "

Jeyme chuckled, "I am just trying to be level-headed about life at the
Weyr. I am more than happy to be the one sharing your bed, D'hol." She
assured him as she looked up at him in the moonlight.

"That is why you're surprising me. You're hold-born and most would not
be so...open minded and most greenriders tend towards jealousy." It
had been what he had expected of her and what he had mentally been
preparing himself to deal with. He then smirked a little. "I do my
best to keep you more than happy as far as that is concerned, Jeyme."

**Oh you do a good job of it.** Jeyme thought as the music finally
teetered out and ended. Their moonlit dance also came to an end, but
the greenrider stayed close to D'hol, "Thank you for the dance."

He made no move to pull away, instead stroking her back from shoulder
to him in long langorous slides of his hand. His voice was a murmur.
"I keep my promises."

She smiled, "Let's go back to your place then."

He gave a soft chuckle. "But I didn't promise that, Jeyme." One brow
quirked upwards as his hand lifted to tickle along the nape of her
neck. "Dear girl, are you saying that my bed must follow a dance?"'

An impish grin crossed her features, "I am saying that our bed should
follow the end of every day."

"Our bed?" Both brows rose.

Jeyme rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips, "_Your_ bed.
Don't have a coronary on me, old man."

His eyes narrowed and he bent to whisper in her ear, his lips brushing
her ear lobe. "This _old man_ makes you scream nearly every night and
don't you forget it." With that he nipped her earlobe and pulled her
flush against him with a low chuckle.

Jeyme gave a little squeal but happily pressed against D'hol, "Oh I
haven't forgot."

There was another low chuckle against her ear before he trailed his
lips along her jaw and found her lips with his. He enjoyed her mouth
for a long moment and slowly pulled away. "You win. My weyr."

Jeyme hummed in pleasure, "That's what I wanted to hear!"

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