Movin' On In

Writers: Heather, Miriah
Date Posted: 2nd November 2013

Characters: Jeyme, D'hol
Description: Jeyme moves in with D'hol
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 3, day 28 of Turn 7
Notes: Follows "Uh-Oh, She's Preggo"

Jeyme

D'hol

Jeyme hadn't lived in her own weyr very long. It had been nice. Small,
yes, but cozy. As she packed up her few belongings from it she felt a
small pang of nostalgia as she looked around. This place had been her
haven from the Hold. She wasn't adverse to moving in with D'hol, but
she was hesitant. Just because you slept with someone didn't mean that
things always went so smoothly when you started living with them. What
would happen after the baby was born and went to live in the creche?
Would her presence still be necessary in his weyr?

**Don't think too much.** She told herself as she folded up one of
the handmade blankets she had brought with her from the Hold.

A voice came from the door of the weyr and D'hol opened it. "Do you
need help carrying your things?" He paused and glanced around. He'd
not visited Jeyme in her weyr; she had always come to his. Being a
Wingleader had its benefits, including a much larger weyr with a small
but private bathing area. The dragon couch was large enough for Yumath
and Quinneth, and the bronze did not mind sharing with the young
green. D'hol made no mention of the small weyr, but stopped at the
door and tilted his head at her in askance.

"Please." She said, looking at him over her shoulder. Jeyme already
had one box hoisted into her arms with a stuffed bag thrown over her
left shoulder. There was a trunk left at the foot of her bed, and
beyond that, everything that she owned was in her arms. Quinneth was
wearing her riding straps and harness so all of that gear was taken
care of with no trouble.

**Yumath?** D'hol strode forward and calmly took the bag from Jeyme's
shoulder. "You shouldn't be carrying too much." He slung it over his
shoulder and moved to the trunk.

}: I am on the ledge. :{ The big bronze bobbed his head towards
Quinneth and rubbed his chin over her neck with affection before
turning his attention back to his rider. }: I can take the trunk
thing. :{

**That is the plan.** Bending, D'hol lifted the trunk at one end and
began to drag it carefully towards the ledge. "Yumath will take this."

Jeyme smiled a little as D'hol took the bag from her. She wondered if
he was going to be the "mothering" type during her pregnancy. **I have
a hard time imagining that.** She thought with amusement to herself.

"Well, that's everything then." She said, adjusting the box in her
arms to rest on her hip.

"It's not much, but you've not been here long." D'hol dragged the
trunk to the ledge, where Yumath helpfully reached inside to easily
pick it up carefully. D'hol walked back and without asking, took the
box from Jeyme. He offered her a slight smile. "You'll have more
eventually."

Jeyme looked around the empty weyr, "I know it doesn't look like much,
but it was the first real home I had." She flicked her hair out of her
eyes, "Allright, let's go before I do something embarrassing.. Like
crying."

Frowning, D'hol paused on his way to the ledge and turned to her
before speaking. "Jeyme, the Weyr is your home. This..." he glanced
around her small weyr, "..is just where you sleep." He offered her his
elbow, the box still in his hands. "Jeyme...you'll still have your own
home. Just sleeping inside different walls."

**Men, they don't get it.** Jeyme thought with a small smile as she
put her hand in the crook of his elbow. When they met she had
certainly never pictured them doing _this_- moving in together. Jeyme
had never shared space with a man before and had only ever thought of
doing so within the realms of marriage.

Arriving at D'hol's weyr, Jeyme tried to look at it with new eyes.
This was to be her new place, for the time being at least. She didn't
know if she would ever feel as if she had equal rights to the weyr, it
would always be D'hol's in her mind.

Yumath settled the trunk down after he had landed and promptly slid it
towards the opening of the weyr with his nose before turning to face
Quinneth and get her settled while D'hol did the same with Jeyme.
Placing her box on a table and then setting down her bag, D'hol turned
to face the girl. He lifted a hand to her chin, turning her face to
his. "It's new to me as well, Jeyme." His lips turned upwards as he
bent to lightly brush his lips over hers, the gesture meant to soothe.
"It'll be an adjustment." He stood straight and looked around.
"There's plenty of room for where ever you wish to place your things."
He gestured to the wardrobe and several cabinets. "Make it comfortable
as you like."

Jeyme smiled up at him, "You will regret saying that when pink frilly
things end up decorating this place." She teased as she turned and
opened up the box that D'hol had carried in.

One brow rose high. "You aren't a pink frilly type, Jeyme." There was
a slight smirk on his mouth. "I know better."

She chuckled, "That is true, I am not the pink frilly type." Jeyme
pulled out a stack of neatly folded tunics and carried them over to
the wardrobe. "What does Yumath think about sharing his weyrcouch?"
She asked as she put the shirts away and then returned to the box for
more of her clothing.

"He's fine with it. I think he's gotten used to having a nice warm
green to cuddle with." He stepped up behind her and bent to brush his
lips against the nape of her neck. Lips trailing over her skin, he
slid his arms around her waist, his hands splaying flat over her
abdomen. The gesture was both possessive and protective, his fingers
stroking the area slowly "How long exactly will it take you to
unpack?"

A tingling sensation, like ripples of water, spread across her skin
from the man's touch, and she leaned comfortably back into his solid
form, "Well, with the proper incentive I would say that I could finish
unpacking _very_ quickly." The word was said with a little purr
attached to the end.

There was a low chuckle as he bent his mouth to her ear, his lips
brushing the soft lobe. "Incentive?" He whispered to her, describing
in erotic detail just how willing he was to give her proper incentive
for her to hurry and what her reward would be. His fingers plucked at
the ties of her trousers, tickling at the bare skin beneath her shirt.

"You know, I think I've finished unpacking." She dropped the clothes she held in her hands to the floor. The clothes she wore on her body were soon to follow....

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