Everything Is Coming Undone

Writers: Heather, Miriah
Date Posted: 2nd March 2014

Characters: D'hol, Jeyme
Description: The two fight after Panitath's flight
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 6, day 12 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: N'vanik/Loseth, Cyradis/Panitath

D'hol

Jeyme

Jeyme was pacing the floor of the weyr from one corner to the other.
She had tried knitting but more often than not had found herself
staring at some horrible tangle that she had created because her mind
was preoccupied. She knew that Yumath was in Panitath's mating flight.

**What if Yumath hadn't participated?** She barked out a humorless
laugh over the way she imagined D'hol's face would have looked as he
tried to convince his bronze to try for Panitath.

Even as a greenrider she was not completely immune to the broadcast of
feelings that Panitath showered over the Weyr as she flew in her
flight. She could feel the lust, tension, passion roiling about in her
stomach. She ignored it though. There was only one thing Jeyme wanted
to know. The Winner.

}:You do not want Yumath to win?:{ Quinneth asked with curiosity.

**Of course not! D'hol's probably in there salivating over Cyradis as it is!**

}:But... Yumath is such a nice, strong bronze. He would make a good
Weyrleader, yes? Panitath is such a good Queen. You would not want
that for them?:{ Quinneth could not understand the complex feelings of
jealousy that coursed through her holdbred rider.

**That's easy for you to say.** Jeyme thought with a snort.

**Is there a winner yet?** She asked again, before Quinneth could respond.

There was a long pregnant pause before Quinneth answered back,
}:Loseth remains Weyrleader.:{

Jeyme sank onto the couch in relief, "Thank Faranth."

Only a few moments later, D'hol burst into their weyr, his face
flushed with a mixture of lust and frustrated anger. He sighted Jeyme
and groaned, hurrying towards her and literally yanking her to her
feet. "Need you. Now."

Surprised by his abrupt appearance, she gasped when she was lifted to
her feet. She had expected some level of frustration but had not
anticipated the coiled tension that she could feel in his body. Lust
and a tingle of adrenaline still coursed through her veins,
compliments of the gold flight, and so despite herself she found her
body quickly responding to her weyrmate's presence.

He dragged her lips to his in a feverish embrace and without stopping
to bother going to the bed, stripped her of her trousers, unbuckled
his and spun to lift Jeyme up in his arms and press her against the
wall.

Too caught up in the headiness of D'hol's passion, Jeyme didn't think
twice but automatically wrapped her legs around his waist, her mind
numbly noting the coolness of the stone wall against her back. D'hol
had never been like this before, and while it was much rougher than
what Jeyme usually enjoyed, there was some part of her that liked this
wild, unexpected twist.

It was fast, feverish, and rough to the point of near violence but
completely satisfying. D'hol panted as he carried Jeyme to the bed,
stumbling slightly as he fell back with Jeyme on top of him. He
groaned, his hands trembling as they fell on her sweat slickened back.

Despite being sprawled on top of D'hol, Jeyme felt her thighs
quivering from the strength it had taken to maintain her hold around
D'hol. It hadn't been wholly unpleasant but the evident anger in every
movement had left her shaken. Unwillingly her mind dredged up just a
few days prior when she had woken up with N'vanik after her flight.

She remembered how good she had felt, and then how guiltily
pleasurable it had been to indulge with the Weyrleader a second time.
Some part of her admitted that she preferred the way she had felt then
as oppose to the way she felt now. N'vanik, despite just being a
mating flight winner, had never made her feel... used.

His hand trailed along her spine, now slow and gentle. He opened his
eyes, still trying to catch his breath before murmuring softly. "Did I
hurt you?"

"Not exactly." She said back, her voice soft.

He grimaced slightly and sighed. "Should have gone to a moth, but I
wanted you. Sorry about that. I didn't have a clear head. I got too
rough."

She lifted her head and looked down at him, "I would rather you come
here and than to a moth." Jeyme said honestly. She wouldn't begrudge
if he went to one, but she didn't want him to think he couldn't count
on her. "I anticipated some of the tension and roughness," she knew
gold flights were way more intense than a green flight would ever be,
"but I didn't expect... I don't know.. the anger."

The memory of exactly why he was angry made his jaw tighten. "Its normally not a factor. " He sat up slowly, moving her carefully to sit beside him. "I should be Weyrleader right now. Panitath chose Yumath. " He frowned darkly. "Loseth stole her right out of his talons!" He rose, buckling his trousers, with tight flicks of his fingers. "Fecking twice in one shaffing week."

Jeyme rose up on one elbow, watching him dress with an arched eyebrow, "You can't blame Loseth. It's about who catches her, not who she chooses."

He turned to glare at her. "I'm sure you are relieved that I didn't get what I wanted. Do you want to do a dance for joy now?"

"If what you wanted was to be Weyrleader then I would support you one hundred percent, but when your 'want' is an excuse to bed a middle age, pregnant woman from your past then, yes, I am relieved." She sat up to get dressed, "But you know what D'hol? I am sure if you hurry like a good pup down to the flight rooms Cyradis might still be in the mood and you can have N'vanik's leftovers." She turned to look at him, "Again."

That was a slap to his face and a brutal blow to his pride. His expression grew cold and remote. "And if I should do so, you can run back to S'avn and he can have mine. Again." He walked to the bathing chambers, his back stiff, and grabbed a towel, shutting the door behind him with a firm click.

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