What a Day (2/2)

Writers: Bree, Eimi
Date Posted: 3rd November 2006

Characters: Lenala, M'galec
Description: When Lenala fails to give M'galec the attention he wants, he grows irritated enough to be ejected from the weyr by Vilarth.
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 13, day 23 of Turn 3

Lenala

"M'galec!" Lenala squirmed underneath him as she struggled to reach the book. Well, it wasn't _exactly_ what she'd been planning on doing with her evening, but it was more interesting than listening to him talk. So far. Just to nudge things in the right direction she threw in a little wiggle disguised as more struggling.

He was no fool. She didn't have to wiggle _quite_ that nicely against him. But he chose to ignore it for the moment. Let her work for it.
She had done a fine job ignoring him, after all. The bronzerider cleared his throat and began to read, "'Elinga had never known a man like N'tate. He was handsome, strong, brave, all things a bronzerider, a _man_ should be. He could have any woman he wanted, and yet there he was slipping onto the sofa next to her, smelling of sweet wine and his smile full promises yet to be fulfilled. Maybe tonight. Maybe now.'"

Now feeling honestly embarrassed, Lenala squirmed in a less friendly manner. "Stop it, M'galec! Don't make fun of me!" Shards, she forgot sometimes how _big_ he was.

"I am not making fun of you, love. I am reading." He reached up and turned the page. "'N'tate toyed with the ties on her back, his fingers lightly brushing against her skin. Her earlobe was soft between his teeth. Elinga's breath caught as his other hand inched higher along her thigh. These sensations were new - the tingling where his breath tickled her ear, the shivers running down her spine, the heat growing in places no man had ever touched, and much to her shame, she hoped to Faranth N'tate would be the first to do so.'"

Lenala balled her hand up into a fist and drove it into his shoulder.
"Get off me, _now_," she demanded. She shoved at him with both hands, growing frustrated enough that Vilarth's concerned rumble drifted in from her ledge.

"You know, Lenala," M'galec sighed as he rolled off of her, his thumb still in his page, "when you and I first made this arrangement, I thought I could help you. I thought I could protect you and take care of you. And I thought I had lived up to that half of the bargain and then some." He got to his feet and looked down at the frustrated goldrider. "I gave you everything you ever asked of me. I have lavished you with gifts, showered you with compliments, and you cannot say that I have not always been a considerate lover. I have given you everything I have to give and yet it seems that I am still failing you?
What is it? What have I _not_ done for you? You say nothing. You sit here and read your book. No 'hello'. No 'how was your day'. No 'come sit with me a while'. Your weyrmate, your _man_, has become second in your life to a _book_."

Lenala scooted back until her back rested against the couch, wrapping her arms around her legs. "I was just reading, M'galec. I wasn't ignoring you on purpose, I just... was reading." Shards, she _hated_ how he did this. Made her so mad and then turned around and somehow made everything her fault. Vilarth rumbled again from the ledge, and Lenala reached out instantly to soothe her. **I'm fine. I'm just tired.**

}:You're not fine. You're scared.:{ Vilarth's tone fairly screamed her disapproval. }:Dwarkanath's rider should leave. He does not make you feel good. He makes you unhappy.:{
**Hush. I'll be--**

Vilarth bugled imperiously from the ledge, ignoring her rider as she turned her commands on Dwarkanath. }:Your rider must leave!:{ She was a queen, after all, and no bronze would deny her.

M'galec's eyes clouded over as his distressed bronze relayed the message. He sighed as he tossed the book back onto the sofa. And she couldn't even say it to his face. "I will just pack a bag then."

"No!" **Vilarth, _no_, I'm fine!**

}:He must leave!:{ Vilarth insisted, but her conviction wavered in the face of Lenala's obvious distress. }:For a while,:{ she amended finally. }:He can come back later.:{ Lenala scrambled to her feet. "Vilarth is just upset, M'galec... let me calm her down. I'll talk to her, and you can come back. I promise."

The bronzerider sighed as he turned to face her. "This problem is not just going to go away that easily, Lenala. You know that. Perhaps we both just need to take a few days."

Torn between relief and anger, Lenala didn't know what to do. She lifted a hand to reach out to M'galec, but Vilarth bugled her commanding summons again. Face falling, Lenala dropped her hand. "I have to go."

"Right. Apparently so do I." The bronzerider turned on his heel and strode into the bedroom they had shared.

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