Interrupted (1/3)

Writers: Heather, Miriah
Date Posted: 10th December 2020

Characters: D'hol, Jeyme
Description: D'hol and Jeyme are interrupted.
Location: Barrier Lake Weyr
Date: month 6, day 1 of Turn 10
Notes: Mentioned: Kapera, Timassa, Cyradis

D'hol

Jeyme

**Where is he?** Jeyme wondered as she poked her head into D'hol's
office and found it empty. For a moment, as she stood in his office
doorway looking at his desk, she was flashed back in time to when she
would visit his office at Dolphin Cove. Sometimes she would bring him
a sweetroll and then sit on his desk and they would.... The greenrider
shook her head, surprised by the sudden rise of emotions. Where had
that come from?

Her eyes narrowed a little. She had not thought about it since her
move to Barrier Lake, but it was probably close to Quinneth's rising
time. That explained it then.

Tucking the folder of hidework under her arm, Jeyme passed through the
Weyrleader's office into the pathway that led to his personal weyr.
She knocked on the door but received no answer.

Pushing it open, she crept into the quiet weyr, and came to a sudden
stop when she found the Weyrleader sitting in an armchair, head lolled
to the side in sleep, hides in his lap, and his boots in the middle of
the floor.

"Old habits die hard," she murmured as she bent, picked up the boots,
and stuck them over to the side of the door.

She hated to interrupt his nap, which she was sure he needed, but her
movements had already made him begin to stir.

D'hol sensed the movement in his weyr and when his eyes cracked open,
he saw a feminine figure picking up his boots and moving them. His
voice was groggy and barely half-awake. "M'boots are fine Jeyme. I
know right where they are." He yawned and rubbed his face, slowly
sitting upwards. "What?" He blinked, looked down at the his lap and
then back up, squinting as he focused through the haze of sleep.
"Jeyme? That you? What is it? Something wrong with Dheymin?"

"In an emergency, you would get up and break your neck over them," she
said, the same line she had always said to him about the boots.
"Dheymin's fine. I just came by your office to drop off some hidework,
when I saw it was empty I thought I might find you here. I didn't mean
to wake you."

He yawned and gave her his usual answer. "It hasn't happened yet." He
rose, putting down the hides and shook his head quickly to wake
himself up just a little bit more. "I know your steps too well. Always
woke me up." He yawned again and took the hides from her. "Wing
rosters and duties?" He rubbed his eyes and nodded. "Needed those.
I'll go over them in a minute. Just need some klah."

"I'll get it," she said, handing him the folder and going over to the
klah warmer. "You sleeping okay?" Jeyme asked as she brought him the
cup of warm drink.

"Thanks." He half-sat against the table and flipped through the hides.
"About as much as usual. " He looked up and with a half-smile, took
the cup. "Again, thanks. Get yourself a cup if you want." He looked
down at the hides, setting them on the table as he bent slightly to
peruse them. His brow knit as he scanned through, mentally approving
of the work before moving on to the next. "These are a bit late..." He
paused and looked up at Jeyme, "wait...what time is it? It's evening,
right?"

"It's noon," she said, taking a seat across from him. "Has anyone told
you that maybe you need to take some breaks from work?"

"Oh. Well, seems a lot later." That brought a smirk and an amused
snort as he went back to the hides. "You. About once or twice a
sevenday for over a turn." He glanced up at her, a quick grin flashing
on his face before he winked. "Such a nag, Jeyme. I'll sleep tonight."

Jeyme pursed her lips and arched an eyebrow, but there was a gleam of
amusement in her eyes. "Fine, you're a big boy, after all." She also
had no doubt that either Kapera or Timassa, or both, were keeping an
eye on their Weyrleader.

Since he'd settled things with Cyradis, he found himself much lighter,
less angry, and in better humor. Without that weight pressing down
on him, he'd also found that his relationship with Jeyme had
improved. It was easier now to joke with her and there wasn't that
intense tension that had been previously. He was glad of it. His lips
curled devilishly. "Heard you say that too. Just not in that way. "

The greenrider tossed back her head and laughed. His playfulness
surprised her. She had seen this side of him some when they were
weyrmated, but it hadn't been on display for the past couple of Turns.
"Yes, I believe I remember that as well, but you know, I was young and
impressionable then."

His brow arched and he chuckled. "I ought to paddle your backside for
that." He put aside his hides and leaned over the table just a bit.
"But I think you'd actually enjoy that now. Not much of a punishment,
now is it?" His eyes glinted and it was clear that any sleep
befuddlement was gone now that he was enjoying himself.

A flare of what she had felt earlier rekindled itself, helped along in
no small measure by Quinneth's proddiness. "No," she found herself
leaning toward him, "I don't think it would be a punishment."

D'hol's eyes flared in immediate interest; despite all of their
previous difficulties and problems, sharing the furs with each other
had never been an issue. His voice lowered, becoming husky. "Careful,
Jeyme...you know what I'm like when I first wake up." His eyes slid
down, then back up. His voice dropped down to a purr. "How long as it
been since I've had you on a table?"

Oh, she knew exactly what he was like when he first woke up. There
were some not-so-good parts of their relationship that she remembered,
but there were also some very good parts seared in her memory.
Dheymin's birth, D'hol asking her to move in with him, her wearing
nothing but his shirts around their weyr... all good memories.
"I believe the correct answer to that is... it's been too long since
you've had me on a table."

There were more important things than hides in front of him now and
they were dismissed without another thought in favor of a much better
distraction. He slipped around the table and moved to the side of
Jeyme's chair, looking down at her. He took her hand and slowly pulled
her up, then pulled her against him firmly, taking full advantage to
slide his hand down her back and cup her bottom. "Hmm..." He bent to
brush his lips along her neck, squeezing her bottom, inhaling the
scent of her. D'hol murmured. "Quinneth's close to rising, isn't she?
I can always tell." He nipped lightly at her neck, then her earlobe.
"Faranth, you smell good."

"Very close," she said, a tingle running down her spine as she melted
against his firm body. No matter how much time passed between them,
D'hol always affected her this way physically. It also seemed that
each time she left his bed she swore it would be the last, and yet
somehow she inevitably found herself pulled back into his orbit.

He smiled against her neck. "Yumath'll chase. He always chases her."
Slowly, he untied her trousers and slipped his hand inside. "Hmm...She
_is_ close, isn't she." He exhaled slowly, then dipped his head to
capture her lips with his. It was a slow, hot kiss, hungry without
being urgent.

One of Jeyme's legs arched up to D'hol's waist instinctively as she
returned the kiss. She always marveled at how his lips felt like
satin. The pit of her stomach suddenly seemed to flip over and a rush
of heat from the soles of her feet to the top of her head rushed over
her. **Whoa!** That was more lust than even D'hol could inspire inside
of her.

"D'hol," she gasped against his lips, realizing that her hands had his
shirt fisted in them. "I think..." Actually it was hard to think at
all, as lust-muddled as her brain was. "She's rising right now."

He'd been preparing to strip Jeyme down, when she pulled away and it
took a moment for his lust-addled brain to register her words. "What?"
He blinked and looked down at her then cursed softly. "Son of a
fecking watch-wher in heat." He pulled away, ran a hand through his
hair. "Go," He patted her bottom, then squeezed it again. "to the
flight rooms. I'll follow." **Yumath, catch that green, shaffit. Catch
Quinneth.**

The bronze bugled in response, already crouched and ready to chase the
glowing green dragon....

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