"The Awakening"

Writers: Heather, Miriah
Date Posted: 15th July 2014

Characters: D'hol, Jeyme
Description: D'hol is shaken and realizes his need for Jeyme
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 8, day 2 of Turn 7
Notes: Yes, both titles were taken from the "Welcome To My Nightmare"
album by Alice Cooper =D

D'hol

Jeyme

D'hol's scream of horror shook the images into a shaking grey and he
bolted upright, sweat pouring from him as he stared blearily around
his weyr. He panted, and turned quickly to the side and saw Jeyme
laying there beside him. It had been a horrific dream, dredged up by
his subconscious fears. He ran his hands over his face and immediately
pulled Jeyme upwards and into his arms with relief.

Jeyme roused with a sleepy groan as she was half lifted into D'hol's
arms and cradled against his chest, "D'hol?" She croaked, "Whas' tha'
matter?" Her head was still wooly and she had a hard time making her
scattered thoughts form anything coherent.

He shook his head, and rested his cheek on her hair, his hands
caressing her side and stomach as if reassuring himself that she would
be alright. "Bad dream."

"About what?" She asked, coming more awake as she soothingly stroked
her fingers along the front of his chest. Jeyme had never seen her
stoic weyrmate so rattled, not even over the death of one of his
wingriders. What images in his sleep could have caused such a reaction?

He exhaled slowly, his arms tight around her. His arms loosened just a
little, careful not to crush her. Instead of answering her, he pressed
soft kisses to the top of her head. It was bad enough to remember it,
not to mention speak about it. His hand stilled on her lower abdomen,
fingers splayed wide against the slight roundness that was barely
there.

With the way he was acting and his silence, it left Jeyme with no
doubt what he had dreamed about. She had seen women die in childbirth
or have a stillborn child, those were all realities that women faced.

"Hey," she said softly, "you should know I come from a long line of
strong breeding women. I am kind of like a prize mare." There was a
smile in her voice as she tried to cheer him from his somber mood and
allay some of his worries. Seeing him this way, however, finally
cemented in her mind that he did love her, more deeply than she had
hoped.

There was a soft huff of almost laughter against her hair before he
lifted his head and without words, sealed his lips desperately against
hers. He twisted, bearing her back against the bed, but didn't allow
his weight to fall on her. He just hovered, his hands now cupping her
face as he tasted her and kept tasting her. It was a reassurance that
she was there, that she wasn't gone as the nightmare had suggested.

Jeyme eagerly returned the man's kisses, more than happy to show him
that she was strong, healthy, and not going anywhere. She wove her
legs around his, bringing their hips closer together.

There was a low groan as the contact stirred him even further.
Desperation to have her grew and he slipped his hands under her night
clothing, pulling it up and away to give him access. He needed her.
Wanted her.

Grabbing the hem of her loose, linen shirt, Jeyme pulled it over her
head in one smooth motion and tossed it aside. D'hol's lips were hot
and demanding as Jeyme eagerly met them with her own. Running her
fingers down his bare back, the greenrider kicked aside the furs that
were tangled around their feet.

He didn't speak, but dipped his head to catch a firm nipple in his
mouth to drawn upon it. His mouth played with the supple flesh,
tugging lightly. The familiar scent of her, her soft skin and stroke
of her fingers along his back soothed him but didn't stem the flood of
desire that had already begun. He slipped down to give open mouthed,
heated kisses to her abdomen, paying close attention to the swell of
her abdomen. "Mine..."

Jeyme couldn't stop the curl of her lips into a smile as she watched
D'hol through hooded eyes. There was something so incredibly sexy
about the bronzerider when he was possessive in this way.

He kept kissing her abdomen, tracing the slight curve her pregnancy
caused. His mouth trailed to her hipbone and he nipped softly at it
before sucking the skin into his mouth. He groaned and finally looked
up at her. "You're mine. You and the baby. I'm not letting either of
you go."

The words wrapped around her and made her shiver as she reached down
and touched D'hol's face, "All yours."

Last updated on the July 28th 2014

Welcome to Triad Weyrs!

"The Awakening"