Dare You To Move

Writers: Heather, Miriah
Date Posted: 15th March 2014

Characters: D'hol, Jeyme
Description: The two start healing their relationship… slowly.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 6, day 26 of Turn 7
Notes: Title compliments of the Switchfoot song "Dare You To Move" (YouTube it!!)

D'hol

Jeyme

Bending over his desk, D'hol looked through the information that had been compiled about the new weylings that had joined his wing. Flipping through the hides, he straightened, rubbed his cheek, then made notations about possible mentors for the new wingmates. He heard the knock at the door and gave a distracted "Enter."

Jeyme peeked her head around D'hol's office door with a smile, "Hey you." She came in and closed the door behind her, a basket hanging from her arm.

D'hol barely glanced up as he flicked through the charts. "I thought Cyradis' wing had drills this morning. "

"We did but there was little they would let me do. I mostly sat and watched." She set the basket down on his desk, "So I swung by the kitchens and got us some lunch." Jeyme knew it was a long shot, but she really was trying to make up the past couple of sevendays to her weyrmate. She had been trying to show him, even if they were just small gestures, how much he meant to her.

D'hol frowned as he finally looked up. "It's lunch time?" He looked at his window and arched a brow before exhaling a puff of air. "I'm really a bit busy, Jeyme. I appreciate the thought." He looked back down at his charts and thumbed the hides as he made another notation. "Maybe tomorrow."

For a long moment Jeyme remained standing where she was, studying the bronzerider. Was he really busy or trying to brush her off? "I am afraid I am not taking no for an answer, bronzerider. So you had might as well scoot those papers over unless you want to have lunch on them." She began unpacking the basket.

His brows shot up and he frowned as he had to jerk the hides out of the way. "Now wait just a blasted moment." He surprisingly didn't raise his voice; there was just a hint of amusement as he watched her unpack. "Jeyme, I do have things I have to be doing."

She didn't stop unpacking, "Even the best, most handsome Wingleader on Pern," she looked up and winked, "that's you, deserves lunch. Unless you are finding the cure for Thread I am sure those papers can wait."

"The best most handsome?" One brow arched high. "I'm not going to argue that point, but I normally don't eat lunch." He watched as everything was unpacked. She was blowing over everything he said; she normally wasn't this insistent. "What's gotten into you?"

Jeyme lifted her shoulders as she pulled a chair up closer to her side of the desk, making it a table between them, "Is it a crime for a woman to look after her weyrmate? It's not like I've never brought you things. I believe the first thing I ever brought you was a bubbly." She smiled before taking a bite into one of the sandwiches.

One brow arched higher and he looked down at her. He didn't know whether or not to be irritated or amused. He'd been speaking to her, had even pushed aside the words she had said, though not forgotten them. They shared a bed, though he'd not yet bedded her after she announced her pregnancy. He kept her distant and she had accepted it. But now...his expression was careful as he picked up a piece of bread. She was trying to make things better, but did he want them to be? "True. Did you bring a bubbly?"

The greenrider lifted her eyebrows and then pulled a wrapped bubbly out of the basket, "Ta da! Of course I brought one." She set it down on his side of the desk. She knew it wasn't much but she was scrambling to figure out ways to show D'hol that she did appreciate and love him.

His eyes lit up immediately and he swiped the bubbly up in his hands, then winced at the heat. He put it down quickly, blew on his fingers and for a moment almost pouted at the fact that it was too hot to eat.

Jeyme watched the man with an amused smile and shook her head, "I guess I could have told you that they just came out of the oven but I would have missed out on watching you try to eat it."

"Aye, you could have." His neutral expression cracked as his lips lifted slightly and he continued to blow on his fingers. He picked up a piece of bread and rolled a thin slice of meat in it. He took a bite, chewed, all the while looking at her as if he was trying to figure her out.

As she finished her sandwich she looked up to find D'hol giving her that look that said he was puzzling out something, "What? Am I growing an extra head?" She put her hand to the side of her neck.

"No." He shook his head and finished his meatroll. He pursed his lower lip and leaned back a bit in his seat as he kept looking at her. "You don't have to do all this, Jeyme."

"All of what, D'hol?" She raised an eyebrow as she reclined in her chair.

"Bring me lunch. I don't expect it of you." He eyed the bubbly and carefully picked it up. It was still warm, but not too hot to the touch. He took a bite and his shoulders relaxed in small increments.

"I know you don't but I will not let you keep me at arms length." She speared him with her gaze.

The bubbly was half way to his mouth again when she spoke. He stopped, looked at her and put the bubbly down slowly. "You won't?"

"Of course not," she wrapped up D'hol's untouched sandwiched and set it on his side of the desk, thinking that perhaps he would eat it if he got hungry later, "I am not a doormat."

He watched as she wrapped his sandwich. "I was going to eat that." He looked back up at her and frowned. "I didn't say that you were."

Jeyme pursed her lips as she unwrapped the sandwich, "Then stop acting so surprised that I would like to contribute more to your daily life, and if you think not touching me in the bed is going to continue to fly then think again, Wingleader."

"You weren't doing this before, Jeyme." He sighed and rubbed at his eyes. "Which is why I said I don't expect it of you. You don't have to do it. " He held up a hand. "Not that I don't appreciate it. I honestly forget about lunch most of the time and to be honest, usually no one thinks to remind me. I do appreciate it." He then leaned back in his seat. "Is _that_ what this is all about? Because I've not touched you?"

"That's part of it, but mostly I just wanted to do something for you. Can't it just be as simple as that?" Tears made her eyes sparkle, something that had been happening a lot more since becoming pregnant.

She was really trying. He had to give her that. He felt himself soften a little, especially at the unshed tears. She was trying to make things work; they'd had a hard stretch over the past several seven days. That she was making such an effort, especially with the little things that he usually didn't notice...his face gentled from its previous cool expression. She didn't need the strain or the stress, especially now. "Come here, sweet." He scooted his chair back and held out his hand.

Taking D'hol's hand she came around the desk, blinking furiously to keep the tears at bay. She hated having so little control over her emotions. It seemed she couldn't end a conversation with anyone without crying first.

He pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms firmly around her to nestle her close. "It can be as simple as that. You've been trying and I've barely noticed. " He pushed her hair from her face and wiped her eyes with a gentle finger. "I love you, Jeyme. I love you for trying so hard to show me how much you care. " He lifted her hand to press it against his chest, right over his heart. "No more pulling away from you. All is forgiven if you can forgive me for treating you like I have. Then..." He laid his hand on her belly, fingers spread wide. "We can concentrate on our family. Together."

Despite her best attempts the tears came anyway silently sliding down her cheeks as D'hol spoke, "Oh, D'hol, I love you too." She put her hand over his, "And I would like that... A lot." She gave a watery smile.

He kissed at the tears and his thumb rubbed at her stomach lightly before he bent to give her a gentle, tender kiss. "We'll be okay, Jeyme."

Jeyme nuzzled her face into D'hol's neck, inhaling his comforting scent as she closed her eyes. For the first time since Panitath's flight she really felt that they _would_ be okay.

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