Almost Does Not Count

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

Characters: Devyn, J'darin
Description: J'darin takes his near miss home to Devyn.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 7, day 25 of Turn 7
Notes: Follows "Establishing the Weyrleader". Not QUITE part of the
Pattern series.

Devyn

J'darin

He was still staggering and stumbling as he made his way into the weyr
he shared with Devyn. Oh please let her be home... please please...

Emotions without boundaries fought for dominance in his heart and
body, making his blood burn and his fists clench and unclench in
frustration.

They had been so close! For a moment, it appeared she was choosing
them! To be Weyrleader again...

It was almost painful to walk, with his body sending him such mixed
messages.

All he could think of was emptying himself of frustration, anger, and
need, and he wanted no one but Devyn. No one.

His voice was husky. "Devyn... " He looked for her, knowing she would
surely be here.

Devyn had known that the new goldrider's queen was rising, that wasn't
something anyone could miss, and Ellyth had told her that Hasaarth was
chasing. She hadn't been worried about J'darin being snatched up by
some flight moth because she knew that he would come home to find her,
and she had been anxiously waiting.

As she stepped out into his view she could see the emotions on his
face, and she boldly pulled the belt loose on the silky black robe she
had been wearing. As it fluttered to the floor she strode forward to
her weyrmate in her nude form, her arms reaching up and pulling his
face down for a kiss.

He reached for her, his appreciation for her beautiful, naked body,
ready and waiting for him, apparent in the sexy, aching moan that
escaped from between his lips before he pulled her hard against him.

He managed to form words that might have been, "Need you..." before he
pushed her backward through the living area to their bed. This time,
as hungry and desperate as he was, he would not push her to the wall
or the floor. He intended to spend several hours with his beautiful
weyrmate in their bed, reminding himself that he was _hers_. And
she was his. Not a goldrider's who would have given him the
Weyrleadership. But hers.

Clothes gone somehow between where she'd met him and the bed, he threw
them both atop the furs, kissing his way down her neck and to her
breasts. Hands, rough and gentle at the same time, caressed whatever
piece of soft, warm skin he could reach before he lost track of
anything but their bodies and the demanding need he no longer bothered
to fight.

*fade to black*

Devyn wasn't even aware that she had bones in her body as she lay
beside of J'darin, a limp puddle of pleasure. After the first,
frenzied round of sex, fueled by the lust that Chioneth emanated, a
second, slow sensual round of love making had begun and now she was
exhausted. But thirsty.

She lay there for a long while contemplating her thirst versus how
sated and comfortable her body felt. Finally thirst won out and she
rolled from the bed, not bothering with her robe on the floor, but
bypassing it instead for the klah warmer. Devyn poured herself a cup
and then one for J'darin before retreating back to the bed.

She handed J'darin his cup while sipping strongly from her own. When
her thirst was slaked she wiggled back down between the sheets and
rested her head on her pillow with a sigh of contentment.

"That was very nice, lover."

He didn't like her getting up from bed, but was pleased when she
returned just as naked as she left. He felt completely fulfilled in
ways he had never felt with any woman, and that was saying something.
Despite not sleeping around, he tending to make an art of the nights
he had spent with other women. A product of his belief that women
were creatures that needed to be cherished and nurtured, which in his
mind, meant loved boneless.

And he was good at it.

After taking the klah and sipping a nice long sip, he rested the cup
on the table beside the bed before snuggling down beside his happy
weyrmate.

He was happy, too, and his hand traced lazy designs long her bare
stomach and hip.

"Mmmmm... it was _very_ nice. All that pent up frustration served us
well, my love." He pulled a pillow underneath him and looked down at
her, his finger slipping up to trace her cheek.

"It was fueled by far more than a gold flight, if you want to
know...." He smiled, too completely and thoroughly satisfied to feel
any lingering regrets over the way the Flight had gone.

"Chioneth appeared to have chosen Hasaarth. She was dropping into his
grasp when Nirreth practically stole her right away from my bronze.
One talon length further from Nirreth and you would be sleeping with
the new Weyrleader of Dragonsfall...." He appeared thoughtful for a
moment, then curled up around her, wrapping his larger form around
hers to show he was plenty happy to be here, instead of there

Devyn's eyes danced as she waggled her eyebrows, "Ooohhh, weyrmated to
the Weyrleader. Wouldn't I have been the envy of the other
greenriders?" She teased, running tickling fingers over his side.
Secretly she was glad that Hasaarth had not won because she saw the
toll that being Weyrlingmaster took on J'darin and she couldn't
imagine what sort of burden he would be under as Weyrleader.

He smiled at her teasing and took a moment to kiss her cheek softly.
"Hardly the envy.... who would want to be saddled with a wherry's arse
like me?" He continued to smile, taking the sting out of the words.
"You are a shining example of a greenrider, my love, to put up with me
every day... and every night. " He was quiet a moment, still
thoughtful.

"Its strange thinking about it... you wouldn't know, of course, and
you may not believe me, but I often seemed to bear deaths of
Wingriders better than weyrlings when I was a Weyrleader. It was
still painful and sad, but not the tearing of my soul that I feel
every time one of the younglings goes up and doesn't come back down.
I still cried. But it was weyrlings that led me to drinking... not
Wingriders. Isn't that strange?" He spoke almost to himself, as if
figuring it out only now.

"I've never had someone to share that pain with before now, and I'm so
thankful for you." His eyes rested on hers, the blue deepening with
the intensity of his love for her. After all, it wasn't just pain he
felt more than most, it was love too.

Devyn finished off her klah, set the cup own on her bedside table, and
then snuggled back down into the furs and closer to her weyrmate's
warm, naked body. She always loved how much body heat J'darin put off,
it was especially nice in a cold place like Dragonsfall. "There are
other things that I like sharing with you too." Her eyes gleamed as
she trailed her fingers over the definition of muscle alone his
abdomen and over his hip.

He chuckled softly, moving his hand up to cradle her head. "One track
mind woman! Here I am trying to be all sweet and sensitive and share my
_feelings_ of all the things... and all you can think about is round 3."
His tone was light and teasing and he took a moment to kiss her in between
words before continuing.

"Do you suppose most women want a man who shares his feelings or one who
only shows them?" He guessed he knew the answer and did finally stop
talking.

He pulled her close, cradling her against him. His hands wander freely to
whatever part of her body he could reach, tracing her smooth skin and toned
muscles with the leisurely grace of someone who intended to take his time
about it.

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