Pattern Emerging

Writers: Clancey, Heather
Date Posted: 2nd June 2014

Characters: J'darin, Devyn
Description: J'darin tries to plan a romantic night with Devyn. His failure is beyond spectacular.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 6, day 10 of Turn 7

J'darin

Devyn

It had been a few days since their trip to see his family. While his
mother and sister had adored Devyn and his mother had been happier
than he'd seen her in months, his uncle had placed a looming frown
over the entire day.

Because of that, J'darin had cut the visit shorter than he intended,
and they had come back to the Weyr only to find the plans of a quiet
Restday evening interrupted by fighting weyrlings, who's young dragons
were waking the Weyr with their cries and aggravation.

So new to the bond, the younglings could not yet separate their own
emotions from their dragon partners. They would learn, but since it
was only day 2, they hadn't yet.

He had gone to see about it, and wound up spending more candlemarks
away than he'd wanted.

The next few days had seemed to show a similar pattern. He hadn't
been home too late, but it was later than he liked, and definitely
after dinner. Brand new weyrlings often had questions and issues
long past class time, and this crop had a gold among them. They still
spent the nights together, but he had wanted more. And, he thought
she did too.

But today had been Threadfall. He had left before the sun to
prepare, kissing Devyn while she still lay asleep. With Senior
Weyrlings about to begin Blooding, and brand new weyrlings who didn't
have a clue what to do with baby dragons who wanted to fight Thread
but couldn't, it took all his attention on Threadfall days.

But Thread had ended in early afternoon and he had made it home before
Devyn for once. He thought she was probably bathing Ellyth, and
asked Hasaarth to check on her.

He would have heard had something happened to her, but it always made
him feel better when he knew she had survived another Threadfall
without injury.

**Ask if Devyn can come home for dinner instead of the dining
cavern... I'm having it sent up... ** he asked his bronze, before
setting about his plan. He wanted to spoil her a little, and also
apologize profuseful for his uncle... and his absence the last few
days.

Devyn paused in the middle of scrubbing the top of Ellyth's neckridge
as her dragon relayed Hasaarth's request. Her weyrmate had been busy
quite often lately, but Devyn had known that before he had ever asked
her to move in with him. J'darin was the Weyrlingmaster and there was
a lot of responsibility on his shoulders. She understood, but that
didn't make her less lonely when she was sitting in the weyr by
herself.

An excuse for a private dinner with J'darin sounded ideal to Devyn.

}:She says she will be there once we are finished cleaning up.:{
Ellyth relayed back to the bronze she shared a ledge with. While
Hasaarth had never caught her in a flight, she did enjoy the bronze's
company.

With renewed vigor, Devyn finished scrubbing her dragon's hide and
then left the green to go to their ledge while she trotted to the
communal pools and gave herself a quick scrub.When she arrived at
their weyr, via stair access, she pushed open the door, a smile on her
face as she found J'darin inside, "Hey you."

Pleased, he had set out the dinner - just the standard dining room
fare, though he had sweet talked one of the cooks into some special
bubblies that he knew Devyn would like - and changed into something
comfortable. The loose pants he sometimes wore when they were just
"in the weyr" for the evening, and one of his tightest undershirts.
Yes, he knew he looked good in it. He _was_ a bronzerider after all.
With a _very_ proud dragon.

He had just finished arranging the plates when he heard her come in
and he turned toward her 'hey you' with a wide, warm smile.

"Hey beautiful." He took a step toward her and scooped her up into
his arms as if he hadn't seen her in days, instead of hours. A
definitely soft, but filled with promise and a little possessiveness,
kiss was placed along her jaw and then her lips before he put her back
down on the floor.

One thing he liked about their height differences - he could
'manhandle' her a little bit, when he wanted.

Well, when she let him.

"Come in, I thought it would be nice if we spent some quiet time
together. I wanted to make up for being so busy the last few days.
And spoil my hard working Thread fighter a little bit." He grinned
sideways at her.

Devyn smiled as she walked into the weyr, depositing her riding gear
by the path to the weyrcouch as she did so, "A very good idea, my
handsome bronzerider." She reached up and twined her arms around his
neck, smiling as she did so up into his eyes, "I like being spoiled."

He murmured appreciatively as she came into his arms. "There is
dinner.. then I thought a nice long bath... followed by a massage. I
remember how sore I would get sometimes after a particularly furious
Threadfall."

"That is... if we don't skip dinner all together...." He said it
quietly, but huskily against her ear. "Though I predict you will
need your strength tonight." He moved away from her only
reluctantly, and headed toward her chair at their table. "Your seat,
my love. " on the table were mostly what he knew she liked, though
nothing particularly special. He had not had time for that today, not
after Paetri had gotten hurt, though the bubblies would be good.

He sat her down and moved his chair around next to hers.

"I'm sorry I have been so busy.... this class is... demanding." He
sighed, his eyes rolling a little. "I know its expected that a
Weyrlingmaster would be busy, but this is... more than usual. And
today was the Senior Weyrlings first Blooding... "Another soft sigh,
followed by a quiet statement, "Paetri got hurt today."

Devyn tilted her head to the side, her brow furrowing as the
Weyrling's name rung a bell, "Wasn't she the one who also had trouble
/betweening/?" She remembered how upset J'darin had been that day at
the possibility of almost losing a Weyrling. Dragonriding certainly
didn't come as smoothly to some as it did to others.

J'darin nodded, his eyes tightening as he remembered the scene.

"Its terrible. We worked so hard on her self-confidence. I'm so
worried we will have to start all over with her. Both she and her
dragon were Scored fairly badly, though it will not be permanent. It
makes me sick to think of it. " He shrunk in a little on himself,
shaking off the feeling of inability that often overcame him when one
of his weyrlings got hurt.

"Its my fault. It always is, you know." He shook his head, not
wanting to spoil their evening.

To change the subject a little, he smiled at her. "Before I met you,
I might have been passed out drunk somewhere tonight.... instead...
I'm with the most beautiful greenrider on Pern, though some doubt as
to her taste in men arises."

Devyn shook her head and reached out for one of his hands, "It is not
your fault, J'darin, if a Weyrling can't get it together. You taught
her just as well as you taught the others and they turned out fine,
didn't they? Sometimes it is just harder for some, even if they have
the best teacher on Pern." She gave his hand a squeeze and smiled at
him. It never ceased to amaze her how hard J'darin was on himself when
he was a remarkable Weyrlingmaster.

He smiled into her eyes for a long, quiet moment. To have her
believe so much in him...

His heart turned over a few times before he said quietly. "I am the
luckiest man on Pern, Weyrlingmaster or not."

"You are right, but I feel responsible. They are entrusted to me. I
am expected to equip them with all the knowledge and skills they need
to come home alive and unhurt. And when they don't... I take it very
personally. It breaks me in two every time one of them gets hurt. I
wish I knew how to make it stop, but it was the same when I was a
Weyrleader. Did you know that things were so bad at Dolphin Cove
that I had to put 15 turn olds into the Wings? Many months before
they normally would have gone." His eyes became clouded with
memories.

"One of them did not come home." He closed his eyes against that
horrible, empty feeling.

Oak and Hasaarth had held him together then, and Hasaarth, as always,
was holding him together now.

}:We are together. It is fine. They fly against Thread well and
some go /between/ forever, but they fly well. And protect. :(

He let the love of his dragon wash his mind for a moment, and the love
and belief of one greenrider and he smiled again. "Perhaps that is
why... I think I learned to care so much when I was a Weyrleader.
Maybe too much..." He let it all go, though, then and there.
Tonight was not about the pain he barely kept in check. It was about
_her_.

He leaned down to kiss the back of her hand that was holding his.
"I"m suddenly not so very hungry." And he glanced up at her, the smile
on his face turning into an outright grin, sideways and a little
cocky.

Devyn flashed her weyrmate a seductive smile as she came around the
table and perched on his lap, her arms twining around his neck, "The
food can wait." She agreed.

He scooped her into his lap, his arms slipping around her. A kiss
full of love but burning with the fire of desire she always stirred in
him was his only response.

He pulled her against him, steadying her slight frame before standing
up and carrying her to their bed.

The chair or the table would have been fine, too, but he had promised
her a night all about her. It wasn't so far to the bed and he laid
her gently down, and followed her after stripping his shirt off.

Despite the heat in his blood and his eyes, he smiled at her. "I'm
all yours... choose your pleasure my love. Massage... wild hot sex...
cuddling..." His eyes showed his lack of interest in the last one,
but he would do it, if that is what she wanted.

Devyn laughed out loud at the man's options. Did he really think she
would choose cuddling over what his body promised her? Leaning up, she
nipped gently at his ear as she spoke, "Wouldn't you just die if I
said cuddling?" She chuckled deviously as her fingers traced a pathway
down the front of his chest, across his abdomen, and toward the
waistband of his pants, "Luckily for you I am the wild hot sex kind of
weyrmate."

"I'm the luckiest man on Pern." He managed to breath out before his
lips claimed hers, still feeling that burning ache of wanting.

He amused himself kissing down the side of her neck to her shoulder
before pulling her hands away from his waistband. "You first, my
beautiful greenrider. You first." He stripped her shirt off with
the ease of practice - and a little help from her - and had been to
kiss the top of one bared breast when Hasaarth nudged him.

}:Mine. You must come.:{

It took several tries for the bronze to get through, so caught up was
his rider in his weyrmate.

}:You must come! One of the senior weyrlings is badly hurt and the
dragon nearly went /between/ in sadness.:{

Out loud, he shouted,"NO. Get E'naer!"

}:He is already here. His green is struggling with the dragon.:{

**THEN YOU GO ! I"M BUSY!** Hasaarth's response was apologetic but
no less insistent. }:You must come now. :{

This time in his mind, but he had lifted up on an elbow, peering down
at his delicious looking weyrmate.

Softly, he said, "NO! I don't want to go."

Even though his face clearly showed how much the decision pained him,
Devyn knew what her Weyrlingmaster weyrmate was going to do. With a
sigh she squirmed from beneath him and pulled her shirt back on, "I
will wrap your food and save it for when you return." She said simply
as she walked to the table that had been prepared earlier with a
romantic evening meal for the two of them. For _once_ could they not
have a meal to themselves without being interrupted? **Feck, even just
a romantic NIGHT with my weyrmate would be nice.**

J'darin collapsed on the bed groaning, almost in physical pain. "No
no no. I don't want to go!" But he rolled out of bed, swearing as
he reached for his shirt.

He was going to kill whoever was letting that green get out of hand.
Everything did not need him!

Still swearing, he grabbed his boots and passed his weyrmate at the
table. Not knowing if it would be welcome, he did kiss the top of
her head lightly as he went by, murmuring apologies even as he headed
out and down the stairs. Hasaarth was already out in the bowl trying
to help calm the green who's rider was hurt so badly, and while he
wanted nothing to do with it, he put on his Weyrlingmaster face and
went to work.

It was the only way he could do it.

Last updated on the June 18th 2014

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