Our Little Secret

Writers: Heather, Miriah
Date Posted: 5th March 2014

Characters: J'ackt, Saibra
Description: After his first lesson, Saibra convinces Jenackt that what they did must remain a secret
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 6, day 14 of Turn 7

J'ackt

Saibra

Saibra had never felt so tired in such a good way. Showing Jenackt
around between the sheets had been far better than she had ever
ancitipated. There was a certain quality that being young gave a man
and Saibra had certainly been reminded of that after the several
rounds of love making with Jenackt. It was possibly the best workout
she'd had in a while. When she had suggested they clean up in her
bathing pool it had been out of pure intentions, but that had turned
into a watery round of sex as well. Insatiable, that was how she would
describe Jenackt.

She watched him as they got dressed, her damp hair hanging loosely
down her back as she buttoned her shirt, "So you know this has to be a
secret, right?"

The tired but smug, satisfied look on Jenackt's face couldn't be wiped
off, even as he pulled on his shirt. He pushed his hands through his
wet locks of hair, the unruly strands falling back on his brow and
over his ears. His brow rose for a moment and he frowned. "Why?" His
eyes fell to her buttons and unsurprisingly lit with interest.

She had to fight away a smirk at the telltale interest she saw in his
eyes, a look she had seen many times that evening, "Because a
goldrider and a candidate sleeping together isn't usually looked upon
very favorably by others. And if you expect to sleep with my daughter
any you should definitely keep it a secret."

He approached her, fingering the buttons on her shirt, but kept his
frown. He was no longer hesitant about touching her, not after all the
touching he had already done. He tilted his head to the side, his hair
falling half over one eye. "Why do you care what anyone thinks?" He
paused and snorted. "Let me guess...the politics thing, right?" He
then blinked at her in surprise and both brows rose high. "You're
serious. You don't care if I bed Saidrene?"

Saibra reached up and brushed his bangs out of his eyes, a tender
gesture, "I don't care what anyone thinks," she clarified, "I'm not
keeping you a secret because I would be afraid for people to know."
She wasn't ashamed of her actions, "And if I were just a goldrider it
probably wouldn't matter, but being the Weyrwoman's Second puts me
into a certain position of rank."

At his next question she laughed, "No, I don't care if you sleep with
Saidrene. You were going to anyway, right? I would much rather you
know how to handle her than for a repeat of the other day to happen."
It was an odd way for a mother to look out for her daughter, but
Saibra was no ordinary mother.

"I don't care what they think about it." Jenackt sighed and shrugged
his shoulders, a little disgruntled. "Fine. I won't say anything." He
paused and thought for a moment. "I was going to try again, if she
wanted to." He admitted and then gave a satisfied little smile. "I
think I know what I should be doing now."

So..." He drew the word out, slid his hands to her bottom and pulled
her against him. "I don't get to have you any more? This is it?" He
pointedly looked down her shirt and kneaded the flesh of her bottom.
"Because..." He bit his lower lip and tilted his head, flashing a
smile. "I really enjoyed it. Especially that thing you did with your
mouth." He bent and tugged at her lower lip with his teeth.

The kid could get away with murder using that smile, Saibra thought as
she automatically found her body melding against his, "Oh you can have
me," she reassured him of that, "whenever we have lessons scheduled."
**Or whenever you wanted.** She thought, but didn't say it outloud,
she didn't want to encourage him sneaking to her weyr and having the
possibility of causing tongues to wag.

His smile flashed wider. "I think I'm going to start really enjoying
etiquette lessons from now on." There was a confidence about him that
hadn't been apparent inside the weyr until now, and set to his
shoulders wasn't hunched any longer. If anything, he looked supremely
satisfied and almost cocky. "So...you and Saidrene." He mused. "You
know...I really like the Weyr."

Saibra rolled her eyes slightly, "It does have its benefits. A little
advice? Be careful who you run around sowing your wild oats with, some
women don't," she thought about how to word it, "take care of
themselves very well and you won't know until they've shared something
with you that you don't want. Or you end up with a string of babies
calling you daddy."

He blinked, looking taken back by her statement. It had never really
occurred to him that... Blue eyes widened. He was not father material.
Even he knew that. "How do I make sure I don't get what I don't want
and don't make children?"

What a delicate situation, Saibra thought, "Well, if a woman is clean
and seems to take care of herself you are probably safe there. As far
as the babies go, you either sleep with a woman who you trust to drink
her teas," she put a hand to her chest, "like me, or you'll just have
to pull out before you finish, which is sometimes easier said than
done." She smirked.

His hands never left the swell of her bottom, but laid flat against the
firm roundness as he listened and absorbed the information. He tried to
imagine stopping at that critical point and honestly couldn't see
himself doing it. "Hmm. So...find girls who take teas." He nodded to
himself. He could do that.

His hands clenched around her bottom again and his attention turned
back to the supple woman in his arms. "So next lesson?"

"Do you have anything in mind that you would like to try or do? If not
I can certainly think of some things." She didn't even try moving out
of the circle of his arms.

His smile slowly widened. "I'd like to bend you over that shaffing
desk, actually."

There was that smile again. She felt her insides quiver at the mental
image that his words inspired, "I think that sounds like a great
lesson."

He bent to whisper in her ear. "I hate that desk." He yanked her
closer, pressing her as tightly as he could against him. "It's too
neat. It's too organized. I want to mess the shaffing thing up. I want
to see you on it, hides flying everywhere."

"Then do it. Show me." She challenged, her lips nearly brushing his in
their proximity.

He groaned and swallowed hard. "Now?"

Saibra chuckled, "If you want. Or we can wait until your next lesson day."

He wanted to, he really wanted to. But even he got tired. The woman
had wrung him out completely. " I think...that we'll have to wait." He
chuckled, feeling more at ease with Saibra than he had anyone else he
had met at the weyr. It wasn't often that he smiled, or even laughed,
but he was hard pressed to be in anything but a pleasant mood after
the days "lesson".

"That's what I thought." She wrapped her arms around him in a warm
hug, a change to the purely sexual touches of before, "You should be
getting back to the other candidates anyway. They'll wonder where you
have been for so long."

The hug threw him. He sensed the difference in it right away, but he
hadn't ever been embraced in a warm hug of friendship before and at
first, he didn't know how to respond. He hadn't been hugged in any
sort of manner since before his mother had died. His immediate
reaction of stiffness eased and he carefully wrapped his arms around
her to hug her back, though it felt odd to him. "They really don't
notice me."

Saibra pulled back and cocked an eyebrow, "Not notice you? I find that
hard to believe. They may not let on but, trust me, you are quite
noticeable. Don't forget, there are future male greenriders and
blueriders living in those barracks with you. I am sure they have
_definitely_ noticed you." She teased.

"Okay..they don't like me...And really, I'm not. I keep to myself."
His eyes popped open at her insinuation and he held up his hands. "Oh
no. I'm not interested in them. Not that way."

His reaction made her smile, she supposed then that if he impressed it
would be either to a brown or bronze. "Well that's good because I
couldn't really teach you anything about that kind of sex." She
laughed.

"I don't want to learn that kind." His voice was firm and he shook his
head. "I may just now being getting to know about this sex thing, but
I know what I do and don't like. I don't like men. Not like that."

Saibra twisted her hair up and pinned it into place. Grabbing her
jacket she shrugged it on and then checked her appearance, "Well,
Jenackt, I would call this a successful first lesson."

"So I passed?" Jenackt gave a little smile and watched her as she got
settled, then pushed a hand through his hair, trying to smooth it into
some semblance of neatness.

She turned away from the mirror, "With flying colors."

"And I'll pass the next time too." He flashed a grin.

Saibra laughed, "Oh I have no doubt you will."

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