After the Dragon Chooses (PG-17)

Writers: Clancey, Heather
Date Posted: 13th June 2014

Characters: Devyn, J'darin
Description: Devyn returns to their weyr after her flight
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 7, day 7 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: N'call
Rating: PG-17

Devyn

J'darin

Devyn swung by the bathing pools after her mating flight with N'call,
and her shoulder-length hair was still damp by the time she reached
the weyr that she shared with J'darin. The greenrider paused for a
moment outside of the door. Three times now Ellyth had risen since she
and J'darin had been together, and three times someone else had won.
It wasn't that big of deal, dragonriders knew that flights were always
a spur of the moment passion, but with the way their relationship had
been balancing on tenuous string lately, Devyn didn't know what to
expect on the other side of the door. She had seen so very little of
her weyrmate lately between her own Wing drills and duties, and his
Weyrling lessons and emergencies. It had been nice getting to know
N'call, having a man actually pay her _undivided_ attention... The
mating flight had been nice too.

It didn't change how she felt about J'darin, she loved him, despite
his constant paranoia about their relationship, she _did_ love him.
Men like N'call just made her long for a more normal relationship with
J'darin. **Maybe it is impossible to have a normal relationship with a
Weyrlingmaster.**

Licking her lips, she pushed the door open, "J'darin?" She called as
she walked in.

He had not been this angry in months. Watching N'call carry off his
weyrmate had torn him up like Luneth's claws. He was still sporting
the scars from that little green dragon, a sure sign that
_this_weyrling class was driving him emotionally batty. Anger and
frustration had boiled up until he could do nothing but drain it with
a willing woman. He did not even remember her name, and that was so
unlike him. He thought he had been a little rough; he certainly had
not been his gentlest. That had taken the edge off, and he had
further dampened it by a bath. But now...he didn't know how to feel,
what to say.

It didn't seem to matter how hard he tried, nothing really went right
with the women in his life. He was paranoid because every _single_
serious relationship he'd ever had, had ended with the woman leaving
him. They all did. Just like they weyrlings he trained. He loved
them and cared for them for a short time, then he never saw them
again. The only people who'd never left him were not people at all,
but his dragon and his flit.

Part of him knew that he should not load Devyn up with all of the
baggage from his past, but It was burning him up inside that N'call
had been the one to win. It was burning him up that another
bronzerider could show her the kind of love and attention she
deserved. His attention was forever divided, no matter how hard he
tried to keep a separate life.

To keep his mind from tearing him up, he had picked up one of his
never-ending carvings. He was sitting on the couch when she came in,
wearing only pants, shirtless from his recent bath and still quite
warm.

His fingers flew over the carving as he tried not to imagine Devyn and
N'call together, enjoying the Flight and its after effects.

When she came in, he looked up. He found himself absurdly grateful
that she had come home. She could have stayed with N'call, after
all, and stayed a long time. But she had come home. That meant
something...

But what? Was it enough?

She was so beautiful, on the inside and the outside, his weyrmate.
He didn't deserve her. She deserved better than a scarred up
weyrlingmaster.

His fingers stilled and he was quiet for a long moment.

He didn't know what was going to come out of his mouth, and was
surprised when all that came out was a ver strangled, "Hi. I'm sorry
we didn't win... we tried...." He stood up, the slight shaking in
his fingers, now that they were not carving, betraying the incredible
amounts of emotions running unchecked through his heart.

"I will always try... " And its never enough. At least, for him.
His voice was edgy, taut with pent up feelings of anger, frustration,
love, happiness, determination to treat her the way she deserved.

He wanted to go to her, pick her up and make love to her to make her
forget all about anyone but him. He could too, he knew he had the
skills for it.

He took several steps in her direction, overcome with the desire to
hold her. He would do it. Make her forget. He stopped just inches
from her, knowing that as soon as he touched her, he would lose the
control had fought so hard to maintain since Ellyth had chosen a
different bronze.

Up close, the battle he was fighting was clear in his rapidly beating
heart and the dark, dark eyes that showed love and frustration in
equal amounts. "I'm glad you're home."

Devyn could feel the tension rolling off J'darin in waves, and the
emotion that lurked beneath his eyes tugged at her heart. She did
truly believe that J'darin was sincere, and there was no way to blame
the loss of a mating flight on a bronze dragon who had fought hard to
win.

"Me too." She whispered back, before she reached up and cupped his
face between her hands. Pulling him down she kissed him soundly,
pressing boldly up against him. Devyn would show him, she could choose
him, even when Ellyth did not.

It undid him and he pushed her back against the wall, furious with
her, but more with himself. He should have won! She was _his_! His
greenrider, his weyrmate, his love. N'call could not have her, no
one could have her but _him_.

Despite most of the flight lust being gone, the urgency and very
possessive way he claimed her lips mirrored flight lust at its best.
Or, in this case, maybe its worst.

He could think of nothing but erasing another man's touch from her
body. Every part of her belonged to him. And he didn't like
sharing.

In some respects, this was not a J'darin she would have seen often.
He was a caring, gentle lover and prided himself on that fact. And,
to be honest, he got as much or more pleasure from sending his partner
into euphoria than he did from his own pleasure. Perhaps in their
wildest times in bed, she might have caught a glimpse of this side of
him, but not much more often.

His hands fastened on her arms, and he left a trail of fire down the
side of her face to her neck. His teeth nipped lightly at the soft
skin under her ear.

While he didn't speak, it was clear from every touch that he was
saying 'mine'.

His fingers had already found their way to the waistband of her pants
and were starting to tug at them, while with his other hand slipped
his own off. Shirtless already, he was now using the force of his
body to hold her to the wall.

He thought he might skip taking her to the bed all together unless she
stopped him.

Devyn wasn't about to stop, even though this was a much rougher side
of J'darin than she had ever seen, the left over mating flight
feelings stirred to life, and she eagerly wrapped her legs around his
waist, giving herself stability as she braced her hands on his
shoulders. She was sure her body and skin would regret the hard stone
later, but in that moment all she cared about was having her weyrmate
fulfill a need in her that only he could satisfy.

He stripped her even as he stabilized her between him and the wall of
the weyr. His mouth and hands were quite far from gentle, treading a
fine line between frustrated needs and passion. With only the stone
for a bed, he did all he could do to remind his weyrmate that she was
his, but just as surely, he was _hers_.

***fade out **

Coming back to himself not such a long time later was very much like
waking up from a flight, though this time there was no doubt who he'd
took to bed. Muscles that had been so tight the tension that it had
been palpable in the air were relaxed, as was the air between them.
His hands, cradling her against him, were no longer shaking. And
some of the deep dark blue had faded to the normal, clearer blue as he
gazed down at his weyrmate.

"Oh... " Husky with sated passion, his voice was soft as his thumb
moved up to her face to caress. "My beautiful greenrider... I hope I
didn't hurt you..." He was not sheepish about it, not this time.
He could have done nothing else. He could not even understand
himself, but he had felt it... the demand to remove any other man from
her memory, and not just her memory, but her body.

But losing her flight to N'call of all people and when winning would
have gone a long way toward healing the tiny rifts opening up between
them, had been more frustration than he wanted. Frustration piled on
top of anger. Anger piled on top of need. Need piled on top of the
deep love Devyn stirred in his heart. It was too much for words; the
only expression was body language.

Devyn was physically spent both from her flight with N'call, and
afterwards with J'darin. She curled against the warmth of J'darin's
body, her eyelashes fluttering closed as he touched her face, "I am
fine." She murmured back. There were no hurts, that she could tell,
and more importantly, it was something that J'darin had _needed_ and
she understood that and was glad that he wasn't so upset. More and
more Devyn was coming to understand that her weyrmate was a man of
deep emotion and from that depths came the insecurities that he
sometimes felt, especially about her leaving him for some reason.

He pulled her close, holding her against him, still in their
half-dressed state. "Another bath perhaps? Or bed?" He grinned and
placed a kiss to her cheek. "...to bed to sleep I mean. You wore me
out woman."

"Bed. I am exhausted." Devyn replied. She was too tired to even hold
on to the cold shoulder that she had been giving J'darin ever since
his little episode in the Dining Cavern when he had accused her and
N'call of cheating.

One thing was for certain, the dark haired Weyrlingmaster thought as
he carried his exhausted weyrmate to their bed. Even though he hadn't
won her flight, for this moment in time, they were in agreement again.

He hoped it lasted. He didn't want to lose her.

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