Cutting Loose

Writers: Heather, Avery
Date Posted: 7th August 2014

Characters: D'kere, Talwynn, E'var
Description: Talwynn goes to let loose with E'var, but things don't go quite as planned.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 8, day 18 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: Harki

She still couldn't believe Harki had talked her into a dress. They'd
compromised at knee length, and a shade of brown that Talwynn rather
liked, thinking its warmth made up for some of the. The dark brown gloves
on her hands covered up the worst of the scars, and as for the arms - well
if they scared off a man, he deserved it.

Now she hovered, waiting to meet the man she was supposed to "go burn it
off" with.

E'var's traditionally handsome face was sporting a smile as he
approached the greenrider that he had been set up with for the
evening. He had the perfect looks of a bronzerider, even if his dragon
was a brown. He had been told about the greenrider's scars and he
couldn't say that they bothered him... As long as she could still
perform in bed.

"Evenin'." He said in a smokey drawl as he approached.

"Good evening." She gave him an answering smile, appreciating that he was
really well put together.

"You look lovely." E'var's gaze raked over her visage before he
presented her his elbow, "Shall we? Nyarth says he will gladly carry
us both."

She accepted his elbow. "I'd appreciate the ride. What's the plan?"

"Drinks and dancing." E'var told her, without adding in the part where
he planned on taking her back to his weyr afterward. That was assumed
after all, wasn't it? She was a greenrider. As they crossed the
Weyrbowl a man stepped in front of him that he recognized.

"D'kere?"

D'kere froze in his steps. He had already seen Talwynn with her date
and it had felt like a blow to the solar plexus. He didn't know why,
they had only had one date and it wasn't as if he had any claim
whatsoever to the greenrider. D'kere had always been a loner growing
up, and he just thought with the way Talwynn was ostracized because of
her injuries that maybe she would understand that, but her hesitation
on their one and only date and been quite noticeable.

"E'var." D'kere forced a smile. Seeing Talwynn with someone like E'var
was a blow to D'kere's self-confidence. He and E'var were as different
as night and day. E'var was suave, and dashingly handsome, with witty
humor and a smile that made women swoon. If he could crawl up in one
of the crack's in the weyrbowl floor D'kere would gladly have done so
at that moment.

"D'kere and I were in the same Weyrling class," E'var told Talwynn, "-
the bluerider on a bronze, we all called him." The brownrider grinned.

Another forced smile as D'kere tipped his head, his hair sweeping down
to hide his eyes a bit, "Ah yes, that never gets old." Without looking
up the bronzerider held up his hand, "You two have a nice evening."

As the Weyrlingmaster's Second retreated, E'var continued forward with
Talwynn, "Oddest bronzerider I have ever met, really. His Impression
was a surprise to everyone." E'var said as Nyarth crouched low for
them to board.

Talwynn offered D'kere a hesitant wave and a brief smile. "Hey there."

She shot E'var a look after the comment. "Was that really his nickname?"
It seemed terribly mean - and she was familiar with those.

To avoid saying what else she thought, she concentrated on getting up onto
the brown. It was a little bit more difficult and she was pretty sure she
flashed him - damn this dress anyway!

E'var took a moment to enjoy the view of Talwynn climbing up Nyarth
before he climbed up behind her, "Yep, that's what everyone called
him, even some of the Weyrling staff. Don't think he minded though, he
was always good-natured about it." The brownrider said as he made sure
that Talwynn was strapped in and then gave Nyarth the go ahead to
rise.

Flying left little room for talking, which E'var didn't necessarily
mind as he slipped an arm around Talwynn's waist as they made their
ascent. When they had gained enough altitude Nyarth pulled them
/between/ for a brief heartbeat before they reappeared above a small
seaside tavern.

Well, it was a lovely view, and he clearly knew how to pick nice places.
Talwynn had always liked taverns, so it was promising enough.

When they landed, she unstrapped and slid down, landing with a wince on
the left leg. The dress and shoes weren't quite conducive for easy
dismounting, but she'd manage.

"Come here often?"

"At least once a sevenday. It's a nice place." E'var told her as he
placed a hand gently on her elbow and escorted her into the
establishment. "They have the best ale...."

~*~

E'var had drank his fare share of ale while they were at the tavern,
and on the ride back to Dragonsfall his hands traveled over Talwynn's
ribcage, and down her thighs, his fingers teasing the skin that was
revealed as the dress fluttered in the wind. "Mhm, you feel so nice."

She'd drunk enough to feel flushed and a little giddy, but his hands
already on her now made her let out a little snarl. It might not have been
audible farther back. The drinking had been nice, the dancing had been
nice, but had she been feeling a connection with him, not really.

Talwynn could hear imaginary voices of her friends in her head as the
brown was landing. **You're not here for a connection,** they reminded.
**You're here to get laid and forget about it. You've done that
successfully before.**

But what one wanted before, and one wanted right now, weren't always the
same.

Nyarth, at E'var's command, did not land in the Weyrbowl, but landed
on their ledge. "Here we are." He said as he loosened the riding
straps. The tone of his voice made it no secret why he had brought her
back to his weyr, but he thought nothing of it. She had been
responsive, and easy-going all night.

She slid down and waited for E'var. The chill of the wind at
Dragonsfall was bracing, taking away some of the warm buzz of alcohol
and feeding her doubts. But this was what she wanted, right?

She let herself be led inside his weyr. Maybe she was just
overthinking things. So when he reached for her again, she let herself
melt against him and kiss him, hoping it'd spur her interest.

E'var took Talwynn's actions for passion, and he eagerly kissed her
back with the consuming hunger of a man who enjoyed women. Without
breaking contact he hooked an arm around her waist and carried her
back into his weyr. When he set her on her feet again his hands ran
boldly down either sides of her body. She had small breasts, he
determined, but he supposed he could get past that as long as the rest
was good.

Reaching around behind her E'var's fingers went to the ties on the
back of her dress, pulling them out with practiced ease as his other
hand flicked open his belt.

Being picked up and carried was unexpected but a touch of fun, and she
giggled just a bit - shard the ale - as it happened. The kiss was nice and
thorough and she found herself responding to him, but when he started
unlacing her without so much of a by your leave, she felt a little surge
of nerves. Too much, too fast...

**you're not being fun** echoed in her head.

"Hold on," she protested, steadying herself against his body by pressing a
hand against his chest. Of course, that could be taken as a mixed signal.

"For what?" He murmured against her lips, his fingers never stilling
on her back as they continued unworking the laces of her dress. It
would only take the expert flick of his hand and the material would be
loose enough to pull over her shoulders, and then the material would
be nothing but a pool around her ankles.

"Isn't this a little fast?" she responded, her heart still pounding but
for all the wrong reasons.

"I am pretty sure you knew this is where we would end up tonight."
E'var pulled back now to look at her for a moment, "I mean, your
friend said you wanted to have a good time right? We have been having
a god time haven't we? I didn't take you out for drinking and dancing
just to send you home with a good night peck on the cheek. The rides
not free sweetheart." He began tugging her dress over her shoulders.

**Entitled jerk!** She hadn't even meant to stop entirely before, just a
little more preparation would have been nice.

"Drinking was fun. Dancing was fun. A few kisses isn't much for foreplay
though," she grumbled as she crossed her arms to prevent him from pulling
it all the way off.

E'var raised an eyebrow, beginning to think that this greenrider was
more trouble than she was worth. Exactly how much "foreplay" was she
expecting? Had he not spent his hard-earned marks on her that evening?
Had he not danced with her? He hadn't even stared at her scars,
although he _had_ noticed them, that was inevitable.

The brownrider's temper was beginning to rise, "Did you come on this
date to have sex or not?"

Hers was matching it. "Is it just going to be a few kisses and then stick
it in till you're happy?" Because that wasn't the kind of sex she was in
this for.

E'var rolled his eyes, "Ugh, you are one of those kinds." Then he
turned his eyes back on hers, "With the way you are I thought you
would just be grateful a man was interested."

It was like he wasn't even speaking the same language as her! The urge to
slap him rose up in her. "I'm happy you are, but I was hoping for sex with
a man who cares about making sure his partner was feeling good the whole
time."

The brownrider raked his fingers through his hair, "And weren't you
feeling good?"

"Up till you started stripping me without checking for ready." Her eyes
snapped in irritation.

E'var didn't know how to take this woman, and so he simply held both
of his hands up, shaking his head, "My misunderstanding then. I will
walk you to the ledge. Nyarth will take you back down if you would
like."

At least he was acquiescing. She backed away slowly and without speaking
let him do as he said, then when she was down on the ground, she ran to
her own weyrledge and curled against Riveth. The anger faded away,
replaced by faint panic and a sense of growing shame.

He'd been handsome, she'd had fun drinking with him, and despite the way
he'd escalated quickly, she probably could have had fun. But she just
couldn't do it, and she didn't know why.

Maybe she was broken...?

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