Anger in the Pattern (Part 2 of 2)

Writers: Clancey, Heather
Date Posted: 10th August 2014

Characters: J'darin, Devyn
Description: J'darin takes his anger in all its scariness home to Devyn.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 8, day 1 of Turn 7
Notes: Notes: Takes place immediately following "Authority and Control"

Notes 2: Hmm. Can they maintain the happiness?

Mentioned: Saibra, R'axe, N'call

J'darin

Devyn

It was not so long as that when he came back to himself, tangled up
with his weyrmate and drained.

Completely. Totally. Unbelievably.

Spent.

He was empty of everything, every need, every want.

All that remained was the love.

He had never poured so much emotion into love making, even after the gold
flight

He really couldn't form words, but he did say, "Mmmmm. 'lright?" In
this sentence, the words 'Mmmm. 'lright". mean, I love you so much,
you were amazing, I hope I didn't hurt you, are you alright, did we
cure your hangover?

Devyn was not sure if she had any bones left in her body. J'darin's
anger and passion had been consuming and now she felt limp, sated, and
deeply satisfied. Oh, she liked rough J'darin! None of Ellyth's flight
had ever been _that_ good.

"Very good, sir." She purred in return, lifting her fingers to trail
through his hair.

He moved slightly under her hands, still not much capable of speech.
He lay curled up with her, unsure what, exactly, had happened. But
he did know it had been good. Very good. And he knew he wasn't
angry any longer. Several long moments of sated silence passed
before he found enough energy to actually talk. His hands played
along her skin idly, almost as if he wasn't conscious of directing
them.

"We have found the cure for drinking." He finally said softly, a smile
beginning to curve his well-used mouth, and his fingers resting gently
along her hip. "Get me angry enough and then get me into bed. I
don't want anything but water." Though his skin and lips were still
feeling the effects, a kiss was placed on her shoulder.

"Hows the hangover? I once heard that sex cured headaches...." Now
the smile showed itself fully. She would remember today for a long
time. And ... so would he.

She trailed her finger down his jawline, "No, I think the hangover is
gone... Although I think if there is such a thing as a 'sexover' then
that, I have." Devyn grinned a little as she looked up at the
bronzerider. Her expression turned a little more serious, "I have
never seen you so angry." She didn't want to talk about his issues
with Saibra, he would have to take those up with the Weyrwoman. "Were
you really mad because R'axe brought me home last night?" Those were
issues she could hopefully put to rest.

He smiled, a bit proudly to be honest, thinking to himself, *you're
welcome*. But he didn't say it out loud. Instead he said... "...me
too. That's never happened... ever...". He placed his hand over
hers, looking at her with intense love to give himself time to
consider before answering. It had been Saibra that had made him the
angriest, but he wasn't sure she would want to hear about another
woman after what they had just been through, despite the fact that
what he would say would not be complimentary.

But seeing her with R'axe...and drunk... had made him mad, too.

But after N'call, he had withheld from decking the bluerider.

"... Yes. He's a known...ahh... bed hopper. And I hear, has the
talents to support his hobby. I don't want to have fight other men
for your attention. All you have to fight is weyrlings, and I
imagine you could take them in a fair fight." A twitch betrayed his
wish to make light of the situation, though talking about it now was
reminding him of the disbelief and yes, anger, he had felt seeing her
come stumbling home with a handsome bluerider.

"I am perversely glad he brought you here and not to his weyr, but
seeing you drunk and with someone else was ... shall we say difficult?
I can't drink. I can't be that to you, a drinking partner. And
he's handsome... and it wouldn't be the first time a drinking bout
ended in bed together." a faint movement under the furs indicated a
shrug.

"Yes. You could say I was mad. I can't believe, now, that I didn't
punch him out."

"I'm sorry," the whispered words were heartfelt. Devyn was such a
woman of the Weyr, and J'darin was the Weyrlingmaster, she had never
thought that a harmless night out drinking would effect him so deeply.
But she should have known, she knew, and maybe deep down she _had_
known while she was downing the drinks that Jd'arin wouldn't like it.

"But I am glad you did not deck R'axe. He made a pass at me early in
the evening before I had even started to drink," she quickly snatched
his face between her two palms and looked into his eyes, "and I said
no, of course. And he was a gentleman the rest of the evening. I don't
think he had any wish to be pummeled by the Weyrlingmaster." The hint
of a smile touched her lips as she leaned up and pressed kisses over
his face, "I am sorry I was so thoughtless, J'darin, but there was
never any danger of me ending up in R'axe's bed." She speared him with
a no-nonsense look, "My boots reside only under one bed, and that bed
belongs to you."

Devyn looped her arms around his neck, causing the furs to slid lower
to reveal more of their bodies, "There is no one else but you,
J'darin. Ever. I promise. I love you."

He had frozen beneath her touch but as she spoke the knot of stomach
wrenching anger he had been feeling since last night started to come
loose, one word at a time. He hadn't known how mad at her he had
been, and it probably had helped him get even madder at Saibra, though
just remembering that conversation made his muscles clench.

Putting it from his mind, he poured his regard onto the greenrider 12
turns younger than him curled up with him.

"Oh Devyn... my love..." His throat constricted and he couldn't say
another word, but he reveled in her love for him. At least at that
moment in time, he had no doubts about her, or them. He had always
been willing to forgive, but before then, he might have born her
actions as another mark that he wasn't good enough. That other
riders were what she wanted. But she had effectively erased that
doubt with the most sincere words he'd ever heard her say.

He closed his eyes as he pulled her hard against his, his arms freed
from the furs, feeling worthy - for the first time - and unworthy -
for far from the first time - of her affection, but it didn't matter.

He held her tight for a long drawn out moment, feeling her heart beat
against his own.

When his eyes opened, she would see the drowning deep blue of complete
love, with a hint of laughter as he finally spoke again, this time
teasing. "I should hope my bed is enough for your boots ...and the
rest of you.... considering what we just experienced in it,
beautiful."

"J'darin that was...." She shook her head, a smile tugging across her
lips. "I think I'll have to start exercising more if that becomes a
more regular occurrence." Devyn wasn't even sure her knees would carry
her across the room for a cup of klah.

Again, he thought 'you're welcome' but she had done as much as he to
make that ... incredible.

"I've always thought that _that_ was a great form of exercise, my
darling." He felt her reluctance to get out of bed, so he took upon
himself that duty and untangled himself from her ... very slowly.

"I'll get some klah or water for you?" He slipped long legs over the
side and made his way back to his feet, feeling his muscles fight
themselves back into place with a little stretch and soreness. "And
then we're going back to bed." He promised, his own smile answering
hers as he added, "... to sleep."

An easy smile crossed her face as her eyes followed him around the
room. This was the way it should be between weyrmates. She hoped the
peace between them was there to stay.

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