Preventative Maintenance

Writers: Heather, Miriah
Date Posted: 4th January 2014

Characters: Jeyme, D'hol
Description: Jeyme seduces her weyrmate.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 4, day 12 of Turn 7

Jeyme

D'hol

With Thread falling the next day, D'hol had brought his charts back to
his weyr with him to look over the formations. It was something he
often did, and by the time he was done, he usually had charts
scattered all over his table.

He flicked from one formation to the other, double checking and
murmuring names to himself, barely noticing when the door opened and closed.

As soon as Jeyme came through the door she knew what D'hol was up to,
since she had seen him do the same thing before various Threadfalls.
She didn't want to disturb him, and knew that he wouldn't let her, so
she simply trailed her fingers along his forearm as she passed on her
way to the bathing pool attached to the Wingleader's quarters.

He barely gave her a passing glance as she walked by, but one lip
corner twitched upwards in acknowledgement of her presence. He flicked
open one chart and then another, giving each a frown. This
continued for a long while before he straightened, rolled his head
back on his shoulders and stretched until there was a satisfying pop
along his back. Exhaling, he left the charts where they were, kicked
off his boots and sat down on his couch to stretch long legs out in
front of him. He heard the splash of water in the bathing pool, but
didn't rise to join the young woman within. Instead, he leaned back on
the couch and closed his eyes.

Making her bath short and to the point, Jeyme came back in the room
wearing nothing but a towel tied around her lithe, trim body, "Quitting already?"
she asked, an eyebrow arched as she made her way over to the couch.

He opened his eyes and lifted his head, watching her approach with
arched brows as his eyes slid over her bare shoulders and legs. Her
skin glistened from the bath and it was alluring, but he didn't make
any motion to tug the towel from her frame. Since her miscarriage,
he'd not availed himself of her physically, preferring to wait; but
his gaze revealed his interest, though it was tempered with tiredness.
"Not quitting. Just finished. There is only so much I can do with
formations until you lot graduate." His lip corners lifted slightly.

The corners of Jeyme's lips curved upward, "Well lucky for me I will
not be one of your new wingriders that you will be whipping into
shape... " There was a spark in her eyes as she drew to a stop in
front of him, "Although I am not opposed to the occasional
whipping..." Her voice trailed off suggestively.

"No, you'll end up in N'vanik's wing." He reached to finger the edge
of her towel and met her gaze with a soft, dry chuckle. "Sorry, I seem
to have left my whip in my office. " He tugged lightly at her towel,
just enough to move the material and not enough to pull it downward.
"I suppose you'll just have to wait for that whipping."

Jeyme's eyes narrowed a bit as she studied her weyrmate's face. She
and D'hol had always had one thing and that was a healthy sexual
relationship. Ever since the miscarriage, however, D'hol had seemed
physically distant, although at the same time being more emotionally
supportive. He had said that they could try again for another baby
after she finished Weyrlinghood but now she was beginning to think that he
was making sure there would be no pregnancy again any time soon
through abstinence.

"Perhaps just a spanking then?" The hidden question behind that was
evident, Jeyme felt.

He met her gaze and arched one brow high. "A spanking." He blinked and
pursed his lips as he tilted his head to the side. He sighed, shook
his head slowly and then reached to tug her to sit across his lap, the
towel still around her. He laid a warm hand on her thigh, kneading
the muscle slowly. "You haven't done anything to deserve that, now
have you?" He tucked her against his chest, stroking the length of her
thigh.

The pressure of his hand on her thigh felt nice, as did the solid
warmth of his chest and the firm rhythm of his heartbeat in her ear.
It felt so nice that she nearly forgot what she had been getting upset
about, "Well, I can't think of anything... But a little preventive
maintenance never hurts."

He gave a soft snort of laughter at her phrasing and he knew full well
what she was hinting at. His hand slid up to her hip to rest against
the smooth hollow near her hipbones. He could honestly say that he
enjoyed touching her, her skin was silken smooth and warm. His body
gave a natural reaction to the weight of her and her position and so
he had to shift slightly to relieve the pressure.

Jeyme took the man's silence as a good sign. Tilting her head she
pressed her lips to his neck, nibbling softly beneath his jaw,
"Please?" She knew that D'hol had participated in mating flights, but
since Quinneth had not risen, Jeyme felt as if she were some barren
field in a drought, waiting for the rain to fall.

His hand immediately tightened on her hip at the touch of her lips and
there was a swift intake of breath between his teeth.
"Jeyme....shaffit..." D'hol's hand kneaded her hip then slid under the
towel to her rib cage. His voice was a growl. "You need to heal
before..." She hit a particularly sensitive spot on his neck and his
skin prickled in response as he pressed her into his lap. "You
aren't...making this easy."

"Good." Jeyme responded against his skin, her tongue flicking out
teasingly in between nibbles, "I have had plenty of time to heal. Stop
treating me like a pariah. I need you D'hol."

"I'm not." His hand flew out from under the towel to wind in her short
hair to tug her lightly away from his neck; those little licks and
nibbles were driving him mad. He bent to catch her lips with a soft
groan, nipping her lower lip before drawing it slowly into his mouth.
He sighed and pulled away from her mouth, shifting under her again as
his own desires became very apparent. He looked down at the towel,
released her hair and ran his free hand through his own. "You're
driving me out of my mind woman."

There was a glint in the greenrider's eyes and a hint of a smirk
playing around the corners of her mouth, "Good, that's what I was
hoping to achieve." Hooking a finger beneath the top of the towel she
gave it a jerk and the cloth fell away from her body.

He was tired, but not too tired to ignore the bolt of pure lust that
shot through him. It _had_ been too long and he did want her. Scooping
her up with a curse, he carried her to bed.

~*~

Jeyme felt complete again as she lay beside of D'hol, her body cradled
against his, her face pillowed against his shoulder. Yes, she had
missed this closeness with the bronzerider. She hoped that she had
dispelled any of his previous thoughts about leaving her alone until
she "healed."

One hand trailed lazily along Jeyme's side, stroking the soft skin
along her waist and ribs. His voice was a sleepy murmur. "Satisfied?"

The greenrider pressed her lips to his skin, "Very much. I think I
showed you the error of your thinking." Jeyme teased in a lazy drawl.

He gave a soft snort, then a rumbling chuckle. "You're a determined woman." He rolled slightly to face her and pressed his lips to her brow lightly. "I was helpless."

"I like it when you are helpless." She lifted her eyebrows, an impish glint in her eyes.

He quirked a brow upwards. "Don't count on it being a common occurrence." He rubbed his eyes. "Now...I have to sleep, Jeyme. Tomorrow is set to be a long day."

Jeyme rolled her eyes, but her lips were still curved in a smile, "Fine." She pillowed her head beside of his obediently, one arm resting casually over the Wingleader's waist.

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