To Forget (2/2)
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Dana, Eimi
Date Posted: 26th February 2006
Characters: Traelyn, B'ram
Description: Traelyn, to try and forget the trials of the day, seeks out B'ram
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 10, day 13 of Turn 3
The pale light of dusk had long since faded from the weyr and the night's chill began to sweep in from the ocean when Traelyn stirred enough to shift into a slightly more comfortable position. Shards...her muscles were still quivering. Biting back a moan, she rolled over on her back and stared up at the ceiling, but in truth, her eyes saw nothing.
B'ram did not see her as she rolled over, though he had been awake long enough for his eyes to adjust to the dark. He lay with his back turned to her. It was... odd... how they could share such passion, and yet such abhorance towards each other. He could feel her heat against his skin, catch the scent of her hair in his nostrils, see each dip and curve of her body in his mind, and yet, he couldn't think of a single thing to say to her.
Nor she to him. Traelyn covered her eyes with an arm, wishing that she was asleep. If she was asleep, she wouldn't have to sharding think about anything - the memories she was trying to escape, or what she and B'ram had just done. She had sworn to herself never again.
And yet here they were. Again.
They'd dug themselves in deeper, and there was no going back.
They _had_ fallen in deeper. Before it had been anger and revenge and the desire to inflict pain that had motived them. This time, at least on his part, it was just pure desire. He wanted his body to feel on fire, and no woman had ever set his body on fire like Traelyn had. Well, there had been one. Atreyn, her sister. But that had been a different kind of fire. That fire had started within and burned its way through his body.
And then he had just been burned. At least this time he _knew_ he was playing with fire.
She'd used him. It was as plain and as simple and as scorching ugly as that. She knew he was the one who would give her what she wanted, and she took it. All of it, without so much as a sharding sign of gratitude. But how could she show that to _him_? Traelyn knew there wasn't any way. He would scorn her for it - if he wasn't already damning her for coming to him like she had.
But hadn't he wanted it as much as she had? Hadn't he been just as hot and willing for it?
B'ram had been. In fact, that was one of the reasons he couldn't turn over to face her. He couldn't trust that he wouldn't be hot and willing again. Shards, what was she still doing here? Before it had been easy. Painful, but easy. Angry words and hasty departures. But now she was just laying there, taunting him. Reminding him that she was there, and she was willing, and it would be oh so good. What was going through the goldrider's mind now?
Many things were - mostly the things that she hadn't wanted to sharding _think_ about tonight. That was why she was in his scortching bed - to forget. But she hadn't forgotten. In fact, the vividness of her memories only seemed to intensify as she laid there with a deep silence enveloping them.
Sharding N'vanik. Sharding, _sharding_ prick of a man. Anger burned in her as her imagination kept on churning up images of him with that sharding greenrider. Her upper lip curled, basking for a moment in the jealousy she had shoved down deep earlier. The feeling repulsed her, and she shuddered, hating herself for feeling this way. It was a _Weyr_. Of course he slept with other women. Of course he did. Shards - _she_ slept with other men! But the way he'd said it...the scorching way he'd _told_
her...
When he found Traelyn outside his door, he knew what she wanted. He knew what _he_ wanted. But why this time? Before she had thrown herself on him to punish him. The second time he retaliated for the first. There was a _reason_ then. This time... Well, it just didn't make sense. Why him? Why her? They both could have found more agreeable company for the evening. He just didn't get it. What was the sharding attraction?
And to screw Sarian on U'kaiah's _desk_. He should have _known_ that would come back kick him right in the arse. **Ah, but he did know,** a part of her mind whispered. **And he didn't give a damn!** She wondered bitterly if he did give a damn when U'kaiah had thrown him on the table.
U'kaiah...
_He_ should've known better. Even if he did percieve N'vanik's little jaunt as a sign of disrespect - which she suspected he did - he should have take better control of the situation. He shouldn't have lost his temper. He _knew_ better than that. Now he was stripped of his hard-earned knots. _Stripped_. The brawl must've been so terrible to see...
No. She wouldn't spare even a _little_ sympathy. Not tonight. She took her arm away from her eyes and glared fiercly up at the ceiling. The fact that both men had tried to appeal to her soft side made her even angrier. And the way both of them had left her, standing there on her ledge with Nyith, feeling as confused and as frustrated as never before...
A soft moan escaped her before she could stop it. Shards. She tightly clamped her teeth together, irritated with herself. And she knew B'ram was awake. He would've heard it. Traelyn turned her head to gaze at the brownrider's backside and a wry smile twisted her lips. She wondered what he thought of her. No, she didn't have to wonder about that. She knew exactly what he thought of her.
And what she wanted to do right now wouldn't surprise him at all, and so she let herself go.
Shifting, she slowly rolled onto her side. The cool sheets slid against her skin, her knees lightly brushing the backs of his, the feeling of it beginning to slightly arouse her. She slid a hand up his arm before lightly trailing her nails down his spine, her breath warm on his neck.
Oh shards, that was the attraction... His breath caught in his lungs as he felt the duel sensations of the icy shivers of her fingers and heat of her breath. How did she _do_ that? Part of him wanted to ignore her. He had played stud well enough for her for one evening. But the other part was already reacting to her in a powerful way. His fingers reached back to trace along her thigh and over the soft skin of her backside. B'ram berated himself for being so sharding easy, and yet he thanked Faranth that apparently she was just that easy too.
Traelyn wouldn't be able to sharding think about anything if they lost themselves in the haze again. And, scorch it, she was determined not to think! She closed her eyes as he touched her, her hand coming around to settle on his hip. There her grip tightened, and she began to kiss the base of his neck.
"Scorch it all... what do you want from me, Traelyn," he all but groaned. Just what _was_ she doing there? Why him? Did she know just what she could do to him? Was it for some kind of joke or game? Why did she have to feed his hunger with such delicious poison?
Inwardly, she cursed herself for using him like she was. But she needed this...
But was that _right_?
Swallowing a snarl of frustration, she moved until her lips were near to his ear. Her fingers drifted lower. "Apparently the same thing you want from me," she murmured.
B'ram realized he may never know what she was playing at. But he also realized he didn't care. The not knowing made it all the more tormenting, all the more distracting, and oh so much hotter than he had ever known it before. It was wrong, it was twisted, but it was undeniably addicting and enslaving, and the more he resisted it the more he wanted it. It was a vicious cycle of self-loathing and euphoria, and damn Traelyn to /between/, but he wanted more of it. With a gutteral growl he rolled over on top of the goldrider and used all the frustration and angst in his need to get another fix.
Last updated on the February 26th 2006