Emerald Possession

Writers: Heather, Miriah
Date Posted: 1st March 2014

Characters: Jeyme, D'hol
Description: D'hol reclaims his weyrmate after her first mating flight.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 6, day 2 of Turn 7
Notes: Notes: I'm sorry, I like themed titles, heh.
Mentioned: N'vanik

Jeyme

D'hol

Jeyme left the flight weyr in much better spirits than she had
anticipated. Despite D'hol not winning her flight, N'vanik had shown
her what she would call a 'perfect' first flight. He'd been sweet and
attentive, more than she had expected from a mating flight, especially
with the Weyrleader.

She didn't know if D'hol would be in their weyr or not but she wanted
to slip in and take a bath before grabbing something to eat. She felt
ravenous.

He hadn't spend longer with the moth than necessary and had already
bathed. From the time elapsed, D'hol could well imagine what had
occurred; there had been more than just the flight lust. The first
flight was important and he'd rather have had N'vanik than Ma'din, to
be quite fair about the whole ordeal. Sitting on the couch, he drummed
his fingers against the arm and waited. The door opened and he looked
up, his face surprisingly calm.

"Oh hey," she said as she walked in and closed the door behind her, "I
wasn't sure if you would be in." Jeyme walked past him, trailing her
fingers along his arm on her way to the wardrobe to fish out clean
clothes.

"Of course I would be." He answered. The scent of the flight was still
on her and he couldn't stop wrinkling his nose, but didn't comment. "I
wanted to make sure that you were feeling alright afterwards." He
glanced at her. "Looks like I don't have anything to worry about as
far as that's concerned."

Jeyme laughed as she opened the wardrobe and pulled out a pair of
loose linen pants and her favorite short sleeve shirt, "No, nothing to
worry about there." N'vanik was only the second man she had ever slept
with and she had enjoyed it; it was different.

He gave a soft grunt in reply. "Good to know." He gave a slight smile,
a curling of lips as he turned his head to watch her. "Do me a favor,
sweet?"

The term of endearment drew her attention more than the question,
"Yes?" She closed the wardrobe and looked up at him.

His smile was a little crooked and there was understanding there in
his expression. "I know you enjoyed yourself and I'm glad you did,
Jeyme. But if you don't mind, can you take a bath? I'd like to spend
some time with my weyrmate and..." His grin flashed wickedly, "
getting her to smell like me again."

How did he do that? With just one look from D'hol her tired body came
to life again, "I won't be long." She said with a wink as she walked
to the attached bathing pool. Her physical hunger was forgotten as she
stripped out of her clothes and eased herself down into the bathing
pool.

D'hol was acting more pleasant than usual, she surmised, but she
wasn't complaining. Scrubbing her skin with bath oils and soaps, she
made quick work of doing the same before toweling off and walking back
into he weyr, her towel dried hair combed back behind her ears.

"All clean."

He wasn't sitting on the couch, nor was he in sight as she came out.
Instead, he was waiting by the door and as she walked by him, he
promptly scooped her up in his arms. While he had to make sure that
her first greenflight didn't have lasting bad memories attached to it
for her own wellbeing, it didn't mean he couldn't do his own part in
wearing her out. He had been the supportive weyrmate, now he wanted
her last memory of the day to be of _him_. He nipped her neck and
with a smug smile, flung her over his shoulder and walked to the bed.

Jeyme yipped as she was unexpectedly grabbed up, but the sound soon
turned to a giggle once D'hol flipped her over his shoulder and began
toward the bed. She wondered if her flight had inspired this
unexpectedly playful mood from her weyrmate, and if so, she wished
Quinneth would rise more often! "Oh, help, I'm being kidnapped by a
handsome bronzerider." She feigned with a grin.

"There'll be no help for you." D'hol chuckled deeply. "You're stuck
with the bronzerider to be thoroughly debauched." He flipped her back
on to the bed and with a lunge, captured her hands and held them over
her head as he straddled her waist. He bent slowly and brushed his
lips against hers. "Because I get to keep you."

She moaned in appreciation as she returned the kiss, "I'm afraid I am
quite the willing captive, sir." Jeyme winked, she very much liked
hearing that he was going to keep her. What had been with N'vanik was
good, very good, but what she always experienced with D'hol was so
much more than that.

He settled over her then, keeping her hand held above her head and his
hips settled between her thighs. He bent his lips to her ear, brushing
against her earlobe. "All mine." He nuzzled behind her ear, kissing the
tender area behind her ear and down her neck. "My woman, my mate. And
I'm yours."

**"And I'm yours."** Oh, it was exactly what Jeyme wanted to hear, and
she let out a breathy sigh as he kissed down her neck, "All yours."
She agreed, no one even came close to doing what D'hol did to her. No
one else could make her go weak in the knees with a simple look, or
make her world come apart when they were making love. Only D'hol.

Last updated on the March 3rd 2014

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