Practice Makes Perfect (PG-17)

Writers: Miriah, Heather
Date Posted: 7th March 2014

Characters: Saidrene, J'ackt
Description: Jenackt tries out his new found set of skills on Saidrene
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 6, day 15 of Turn 7
Rating: PG-17

Saidrene

J'ackt

The previous night had been an experience that Jenackt doubted that he
would ever forget. He wagered he had learned more in one night about
what to do with a woman than in all of his father's lessons over Turns
of conversations about the subject. He couldn't help but walk with a
little more spring to his step. Even if he couldn't tell anyone about
it, by Faranth, he could remember it! Jenackt walked through the
barracks with a gait that had changed; his walk that had once
reflected his angry discomfort with his surroundings now emanated a
predatory, confident, prowling saunter. His shoulders were no longer
hunched and if anyone looked at him in askance, they received no
reply.

He spotted a head full of dark, shining hair and approached Saidrene
on quiet feet. He came up behind her and spoke near her ear. "Hey
there."

Saidrene yipped and jumped upright, spinning around in a whirl, her
hand to her chest. When her eyes caught sight of Jenackt and
realization dawned on her, Saidrene slapped the other Candidate's arm,
"Good grief, Jenackt!" She held up the knife she had in one hand and
the sharpening stone she had been using in the other, "Do you have a
death wish?"

He had already sighted the knife and cupped her wrist in his hand with
a light grip. He looked at the knife and then down at her. "You're not
that mad at me, are you?" His lips lifted in a half-grin.

The girl rolled her eyes but flicked the knife around in her hand and
sheathed it. Tossing it down onto her cot she turned her attention
back to Jenackt, inwardly surprised at his presence. Even though he
had come an apologized to her, a large part of Saidrene had doubted
that he would really have much to do with her afterwards, "I suppose
not." She winked.

"That's good." He let her go and moved to stand next to her, looking
down at the whetstone she had been using and then the knife. His
shoulder brushed hers. "Do you need some help?"

Saidrene shook her head, "It's an old knife I am practicing on...."
She leaned in conspiratorially, "I accidentally broke one of the other
Candidate's knives while I was 'practicing', shhhhh." She smiled,
flicking her hair over her shoulder, "What are you up to anyway?"

His gaze slid to her neck, suddenly appreciative of its curve before
he looked back at her. "Why didn't you tell me? I'm an old hand at
sharpening blades. I can help." He then gave a little shrug, hands in
his pockets. "I just was seeing how you were, I guess." He gave a
lopsided smile. "I didn't talk to you at lessons this morning."

The brunette laughed, "Well, you never talk to me at lessons."
Saidrene grabbed up the old blade and whetting stone, "Come on, let's
take this outside. I'll let you show me your skills."

**The recently learned ones, or the old ones? I can do both.** The
treacherous thought leaped into his brain. "I'll have to start then."
He walked with her outside and took the stone and knife carefully from
her. He walked to a flat rock and sat on it, curling his feet under
himself to get comfortable. With practiced circular motions, he
stroked the knife against the whetstone, honing the edge.

Saidrene watched Jenackt work, her eyes drawn to the tendons in his
forearms as he expertly sharpened the blade. It struck her that
Jenackt had done this many times before. She had never really asked
him about his past, although she had heard plenty of rumors, "Where
did you learn to do this?" She asked, one eye closed against the sun.

He didn't look up as he carefully tested the blade with his thumb. "My
Da." He eyed the length, checking for burrs, and thumbed it again
before shaking his head and returning to the slow, careful grind.
"Done it lots of times. It doesn't take long. I'm already nearly
done."

"My dad liked to carve," Saidrene's voice was soft, her eyes looking
out over the landscape of the Weyr as she spoke, "he used to carve
little figures for me and my brother to play with when we were
little."

Jenackt made a soft little sound in the back of his throat. "Never
really had toys. Da' wasn't the kind and we couldn't waste spare
materials." He tested the blade and nodded, handing it back to her
hilt first. "There you go." He paused. "You know...if you practice at
something long enough, you get pretty good at it."

Saidrene took the knife back but got the feeling that Jenackt was no
longer talking about blades, "You sound as if you have a particular
activity in mind."

He shrugged, but remembering how Saibra had responded to his grin,
flashed a warm smile to Saidrene. It couldn't hurt. "It's just a
thought." His voice quieted. "I'd just like to show you that it's not
all bad, that's all."

**Ugh, there's that smile. I can't think straight when he does that!**
Saidrene had to look away from Jenackt for a moment to quiet some of
the flutters in her stomach, "When?" She asked, looking back at him.

So it _did_ work. His crooked smile gleamed for only a moment before
he rested his chin on his hand. "Whenever you want, Saidrene." He kept
his voice quiet. "I want it to be just right for you."

Saidrene felt nervous about having sex again but she wanted to be with
Jenackt. Maybe it would be better? Her mom had said that it got better
and Saidrene knew that plenty of her friends were doing it too. "Now?"
She suggested.

His brows shot up with interest and he rose, offering her his hand.
"If you want." He sure as blazes did.

"Come on, I know somewhere we can go." She took his hand and tugged
him along, a smile on her face as she led him into the Weyr and up the
short flight of stairs to her mother's weyr where she still had a
bedroom for when she slept over. "My mom will be at drills." She
assured Jenackt as she pushed the door open.

If his mind hadn't been focused on Saidrene and the possible outcome
of what they were about to do, Jenackt would have found the situation
almost funny. He had left this weyr only the night before. Funny, but
very odd. What would Saidrene think if she knew what he and her mother
had done in that bedroom right across the weyr?

As the door opened, he stepped in, tried not to give a smug little
smirk as he saw the desk, then turned to face Saidrene in order to
slowly pull her in. "Are you sure?"

Saidrene smiled as she was taken in closer to Jenackt, "I am sure." It
was left unspoken though that should this attempt not go better than
the first, Saidrene was officially done with sex. No more. None. Ever.
Okay, well, only if she Impressed a dragon and had to.

**Slow and sweet** He reminded himself. He couldn't go after her with
the unchained lust Saibra allowed. With much more confidence than he
had had when he had last approached her, he cupped her cheeks in his
hands, bent and kissed the girl. He hadn't really kissed her before;
he had been far more interested in ripping her clothes off. **Slow and
sweet.**

Now kissing was something that Saidrene knew about, it was probably
the only thing she had ever done with a boy before having sex with
Jenackt. She returned his kiss, while grabbing the front of his tunic
and pulling him back into her bedroom. It was simple but held the more
personal things that she didn't keep in the Candidate barracks. The
touch of his lips brought up a well of desire, one that had been
simmering ever since their last encounter.

He followed willingly, his hands slipping under her tunic to grip at
her waist. He kicked the door closed behind them and dipping his
tongue in the well of her mouth, slid his hands upwards, bunching up
her shirt to cup a smaller breast in his hand. He thumbed the nipple,
and gently squeezed it, letting his other hand slip down to her hips
to pull her against him.

A shiver raced down Saidrene's spine causing the nipple to harden
beneath his touch, a low moan sounding in the back of her throat as
she slid her tongue against his. So far so good, she thought as her
body melded against his.

"That's it." He murmured against her lips and using both hands, lifted
her tunic up over her head to toss it to the side. He looked down at
her, and his eyes flared with desire. She may not have been as
maturely rounded as Saibra, but the perky curves had their own appeal.
Determined not to rush her this time, he cupped both of her breasts,
massaging the firm mounds as he backed her up to her bed. "We'll go
slow this time."

**Fade to Black**

Saidrene didn't even trust herself to speak. Her body felt utterly
spent and satiated. All of her muscles were loose and relaxed as the
last waves of euphoria spiraled away. **So much better.** She thought.

Her mother had been right, sex _did_ get better.... _much_ better. It
had been far better than anything she would have imagined and already
she knew that she would want to do this again with Jenackt.

"Shells, Jenackt." She swiped a strand of hair out of her face before
continuing on in a teasing tone, "If I didn't know better I would
think you had been practicing."

**You have no idea.** Laying beside her and looking rather pleased
with himself, Jenackt lifted his head to rest on his elbow. "Maybe I
just felt more inspired." His voice was rough and low. The look on her
face stoked his own satisfaction. "Better this time?"

The teenager smiled at him, one that showed even in her hazel eyes,
"It was great, really. I mean... wow." Saidrene laughed and shook her
head, "I am going to shut up now."

"You don't have to." His lips curled up with satisfaction and he
slowly stroked his hand over her bare abdomen. "I'm glad you enjoyed
it this time." He pushed his hair from his brow and bent to brush his
lips over hers. "We could do this as much as you want, you know."

Now that was a temptation Saidrene could not pass up and she knew it,
"I would like that." The muscles in her stomach quivered at his touch.

He really was enjoying her reactions to his touch; they were so open
and made him feel like he had done several things right. Finally at
the bloody weyr, he found something that he could do quite well.
"Whenever you like."

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