Saying What Needs To Be Said

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

Characters: J'ackt, Saidrene
Description: Jenackt says what he has to
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 6, day 24 of Turn 7

J'ackt

Saidrene

It was a couple of days before Jenackt could get Saidrene alone to
speak to her. It seemed that the girl was steadily avoiding him. That
he was used to from most of the candidates, but not her. Remembering
her schedule, he waited in a dark part of a hall as she was relieved
from her chores. He watched as other candidates strode by, none
noticing him, and when Saidrene emerged into his line of sight, he
waited until she was close and stepped out right in front of her.
"Hey."

Saidrene jumped a little at the unexpected figure that stepped out in
front of her, a hand flying to her throat, "Jenackt! Faranth! I didn't
even hear you." Her brows quirked, "Where did you even come from?"

"I'm good at sneaking." He shrugged and shoved his hands into his
pockets. "Wanted to talk to you a bit before you could run off."

They hadn't really talked since the day they had talked about his
"other" activities with two kitchen workers, "Okay," she tucked her
hair behind her ears, waiting for whatever it was he had come to say.

What was it Saibra had said to do? He had gotten distracted by their
later activities and hadn't given it too much thought afterwards.
"Just wanted to say that you were right to be mad at me, I guess. I
should have kept it in my pants." That's what Saibra had sugggested.
An apology.

Saidrene was fairly use to the way Jenackt spoke, even though it still
seemed to shock some of the other more sheltered Candidates, and her
mouth even twitched with the effort it took not to smile immediately,
"Thank you, Jenackt. Apology accepted."

"But it's not all right, is it?" He shifted on his feet. Apologizing
was new to him and he could honestly say that it was not something he
liked to do. He glanced at her. "Uhm...it didn't mean anything, you
know. Thought I had to practice." An idea lit in his mind. "You
know...to be better for you."

The teen cocked an eyebrow, "That is how you are explaining it?
'Practicing' for me? If you want to practice, practice _with_ me, I
think that would be far more constructive."

Jenackt ran a hand through his hair and scratched the back of his
head. "But, you got so upset and I get that you didn't like me doing
things with them, but you never said you wanted it more than once."

Saidrene fixed Jenackt with a deadpan stare, "The last time we had sex
you said that we could do that again some time and I said 'I would
like that'. I don't know how much more plan to be without attacking
you in the hallway."

He wouldn't have minded too much about that, but didn't think that
this was exactly the time to mention it. "So..." He exhaled and tugged
at his hair. "Why did you get so upset?" He knew what Saibra thought,
but maybe she was wrong. "I really don't get it. Is it because it
wasn't with you or...because you want me only to be with you or...I
really don't understand. We didn't talk about any of this."

"I don't know," Saidrene shrugged her shoulders, "I guess it just
makes me jealous. I hate feeling jealous."

Jenackt looked at her and carefully touched her cheek. "Don't be. You
were much better." He reached to finger a strand of dark hair before
shoving his hands back in his pocket. "I guess...I mean...what do you
want? From me, I mean. I didn't like upsetting you. I like being
around you."

"Asking you to be with just me is silly, I know, at least, that is
what my mother would say. It is not very common in the Weyr, anyway."
Saidrene's lips tilted up toward a smile, "So I guess just... I don't
know... Tone it down some? Maybe not sleep with every kitchen girl
that looks your way."

**That's exactly what your mother would say.** He privately agreed. He
tilted his head to the side. "Quality over quantity, right?" He took a
step closer, his eyes lighting just a bit. "How 'bout if you just kept
looking my way?"

Saidrene had known that her resolve wouldn't last long around Jenackt,
it had actually lasted longer than she had anticipated, but at his
words any remaining hesitations melted away, "I could do that." Her
voice took on a teasing tone.

He reached to settle his hand on her waist, then her lower back to tug
her closer to him and finally smiled with a flash of teeth. "You could
keep me very very busy, you know." He paused then eyed her. "You take
teas and stuff, right?"

"Of course." Saidrene answered, although she decidedly did not tell
him that she hadn't been taken teas the first couple of times they'd
had sex. The first time had been so unexpected and unplanned, nearly
as much as the second, that she hadn't thought much of it. From that
point on she'd filched some from her mother's supply.

He breathed a sigh of relief and bent to whisper in her ear. "Care to
keep me busy this evening?" His fingers tickled over her spine slowly.
His lessons could wait; she was much more interesting than writing on
scrap hides. "After dinner? For the rest of the evening?"

Warm tingles spread over her body wherever Jenackt's fingers touched,
and she quickly found herself anticipating that evening, "I would like
that. I will look for you after dinner then?"

"Yes. I'll meet you right after." He nuzzled her neck. It hadnt been
completely like Saibra had thought, thankfully. And a few words, and
it was done. Not so difficult at all, really.

Saidrene smiled, leaning into his touch, "Good, I will see you then."

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