Riding the Hormonal Wave

Writers: Suzee, Heather
Date Posted: 13th August 2014

Characters: Jeyme, D'hol
Description: D'hol rides the waves of his pregnant weyrmate's moodswings
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 8, day 10 of Turn 7

Jeyme

D'hol

Jeyme was in a rather pleasant mood for once. Beside her a platter of
fried greens sat, and on those fried greens she had liberally poured
some thick, very sweet, syrup. Her toes curled in delight as she
forked some of it into her mouth. It was her latest craving, and she
ate it three times a day.

Licking the salty-sweet mixture from her lips, she reached for her
latest piece of knitting work only to find that something was pressing
into her hip. With a frown she reached down between the cushions of
the couch and pulled out the half-finished scarf that she had been
making for Talryne. The colors had been carefully, painstakingly
chosen and she had chosen a very intricate, complicated pattern that
she thought the other woman would enjoy.

Her fingers rubbed over the yarn, a knot suddenly swelling up in her
throat as she thought about the angry words they had thrown at each
other. The tears started as simple ribbons coursing down her cheeks,
but in only a moment they escalated into a full out bawl.

Sitting at the table and trying to ignore the stink of greens combined
with syrup, D'hol had his head buried in his hides. Unfortunately for
the man, she'd once served the mixture for him and the results had not
been pleasant; he honestly couldn't see how she found the mess edible.
Breathing through his mouth, the sudden bawl jerked him to attention
and he swung his head towards her. His eyes flew to the scarf in her
hands and he blinked. "Jeyme...it's a lovely bit of scarf." He tried
to find a smile at the girlish colors. "But, I really don't need
another one."

Jeyme managed to suck in her bottom lip for a moment as she turned
big, shimmering green eyes onto D'hol, "I didn't make it for
y-y-yoouuuu...." The word came out as a low keen as she buried her
face in the scarf. Her head tilted back up, "It was for Talryne!"

That brought rapid blinks and he pinched the bridge of his nose as he
gave a disgruntled mutter. The raging hormones that Jeyme was
experiencing usually meant that one, he was getting things thrown at
him, two, he was getting woken up in the middle of the night for her
needs (which he never complained about), or three, she was weeping. He
suddenly longed for her once stable temperament. He rubbed at his
temple. "So...keep it?"

A horrified expression crossed the greenrider's face, interrupting her
sobs, "I can't do that! Every time I see it I will think of her... and
the fight we had." She snatched up the corner of the blanket that lay
casually tossed over the back of their couch and used it like a
hankerchief to dry her face.

"So go talk to her." He sighed and rubbed his temple. "Give it to
her." It frustrated him that Talryne had caused so much heartache for
Jeyme. She wasn't even N'vanik's weyrmate and it wasn't her business.
"Is her friendship that important to you?"

Jeyme shrugged, looking more like a sullen teenager than a grown woman
at that moment, "I don't know," she mumbled, "maybe." Talryne had been
quiet, a good listener, and someone that Jeyme felt she could trust.
It was hard for her to tell what emotions were truly hers, and what
emotions were enlarged by her pregnancy hormones. She snatched up her
fork and shoved another heap full of syrupy greens into her mouth.

D'hol grimaced as she shoveled the greens in her mouth. "Maybe, or
yes?" He grew more frustrated. "Shaffit, I don't know how to help you
if you're not sure."

Talryne would still have been her friend if she had included N'vanik
in the pregnancy, but Jeyme would never throw that up in D'hol's face,
not when he had been so incredibly attentive to her needs, and so
patient with her mood swings, "Her friendship meant a lot," she
settled on saying, "but she placed between us a gap that cannot be
fixed."

Watching her face, D'hol shifted and his lips turned down. "If I let
her be more involved with the pregnancy, would it make a difference?"

The greenrider shook her head, "I don't think so. She wasn't hurt for
herself, she was hurt for N'vanik's sake." After what Talryne had said
she didn't think the dragonless woman would want to be apart of the
pregnancy without the Weyrleader.

He honestly didn't think N'vanik felt much for the pregnancy at all,
other than a sense of ownership; they'd always been competitive. Maybe
if he got his own woman with child, N'vanik could lay off one that
wasn't his. His jaw twitched as he watched his weyrmate, hating to see
the hurt on her face. His temples suddenly throbbed. "So what do you
want, Jeyme?"

"Nothing," her voice was cool as she rose and tossed the half finished
scarf in the trash. "Talryne made her choice." Jeyme would not spoil
this pregnancy for D'hol to appease N'vanik, Talryne or anyone else.

Her emotional flip flops were confusing him. First, she was sad and
upset, then calm and then cool. "Yes, but you're hurting because of
it." He spoke softly. "I dislike it and I dislike her a great deal for
doing that to you."

"You could distract me from the hurting." She said suggestively as she
advanced toward him, a seductive sway in her hips.

That made his brows immediately raise. Well, at least it hadn't
flipped to throwing things; he could deal with this mood far better.
"I never mind doing that." He crooked his finger at her. "C'mere."

Jeyme reveled in the tension and pull between her and D'hol as she
walked over to where he sat, her eyes locked with his as she sat down,
straddling his waist.

"That's better." His hands found her hips and then looked down with a
slight chuckle at the growing bump between them. He put his hand on
the swell and stroked it gently. His voice grew husky. "I like seeing
you like this."

His voice wound around her, seeming to spiral down into her very being
as she looked into his eyes, "It makes me very happy to be carrying a
part of you." Her voice was low, her eyes glowing.

He lowered his hands to grip the hem of her shirt and slowly pulled it
up over her head to toss it to the side. Her pregnancy had began
subtle changes to her body besides the growing bulge of her abdomen
and he loved exploring those changes. His hands slid to her lower back
as he tugged her closer. "Good." His hands caressed her soft skin.
"So, how would you like to be distracted, hm?" He bent to brush his
lips over her collarbone slowly.

Jeyme tilted her head back to allow him unhindered access, "Mhm, why
don't you surprise me?" There was a teasing edge to her voice.

"Hm. I think I'll just show you."

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