Damnation (PG-17)
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: 14th May 2006
Characters: B'ram, Traelyn
Description: B'ram's plan backfires...
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 11, day 21 of Turn 3
Notes: Follows "Salvation"
Rating: PG-17
She was hardly aware of the soft furs that were suddenly beneath her as she leaned up, her mouth latching on to the side of his neck hard enough to bruise. She hated him. Shards, how she did! But _this_ felt sharding good. She could lose herself in this--this mindless lust of teeth and tongues and flesh. In this haze, she wouldn't be able to think, or feel. Traelyn made the appropriate noise as his mouth roved over her smooth skin, biting, licking. Damn him, but he was right. Growling, her hands moved from his back up and into his crisp hair. Making love wasn't for either of them anymore. And she sharding wouldn't mourn the loss!
B'ram groaned as he felt Traeyln's fingers in his hair, as he heard the whimpers and moans escaping from the deepest parts of her. It should have been easy to lose himself in the moment, to give into the lust. This was what he had wanted - to hurt her, to infuriate her, to make her hate him and yet want him - to bring them both back to the way things had been before that one sharding night. And yet, there was still that small faint glimmer of sense that she was trying so enthusiastically to banish from his eyes. Part of him knew that this wasn't working. He paused for a brief moment, fighting down the realization that what they were doing was empty, hallow, and ultimately unsatisfying. **No,** he growled as his lips grew bolder, **I will _make_ it work!**
Her own growl answered his as she rolled him over--and she found herself staring down into his hard, green eyes. Her pale hair fell around them, shielding them from what lay beyond, and Traelyn found that she couldn't look away. She felt too much too suddenly. Too many memories. Too many feelings. Everything welled inside of her, needing an outlet. The harsh, cold mask she'd been wearing was abruptly gone, replaced by something younger, more vulnerable. Pleading.
Looking into those unguarded eyes, he could see the same deep pain and longing that he was trying to ignore. It filled him with a sense of a different kind of desire, and almost overwhelming loneliness and hopelessness. B'ram knew what she truly wanted, what _he_ truly wanted. He wanted to feel loved again. He wanted to feel the way they both had felt that night, even if they had both known it was only a shadow of the love they had once felt. It was a _lie_. It was too addicting. It was too powerful. It was sweet poison for the soul. No, he wouldn't give into it! Hate was safer. He reached up to pull her down to him, covering her neck and shoulders with fierce, demanding lips. She could not ask him to be L'kub again!
She made a frustrated sound. It was like a half-snarl, half-whimper--and she made herself respond to him. She'd be just as sharding demanding, and just as fierce. Furious for letting him _see_ her - for she'd seen that flash of recognition, that flash of emotion lurking beneath those sharding green eyes, that flash of understanding. He'd _seen_ her, and had denied her. Damn him! Trying to shove everything down and away, she bent her head and caught his lips with hers, taunting him - daring him to try and take complete control.
The fingers of both his hands slid along her sides, over her shoulders and into her her long, luxurious hair. Her lips were hard, but shard it, her hair was soft. He liked soft so much more... No, he couldn't! B'ram rolled them over once again, covering her with his body and pulling back to bite along her jaw. He could drown them both with sweet kisses if he wasn't careful.
But she wanted. Traelyn pulled his head up and pressed her mouth to his once again. And even though she'd meant the kiss to be fierce and hot, instead it was soft, a more subtle meeting of lips, almost caressing.
She couldn't stop. Couldn't...
For a few lingering moments B'ram gave in to it, allowed her to kiss him so gently and tenderly. Shard it all! She didn't know what she was doing to him! To _herself_! Fearful desperation coursed through him as he rolled off of her completely.
"No," he growled. "You can't ask this if me!" He threw his legs over the side of the bed, his feet touching the hard ground, and took comfort from its coldness. No more! If he didn't leave now, he would give into her, and he couldn't do that. And yet he couldn't find the strength to leave either. He covered his face with his hands as a pleading groan escaped his lips. "Don't ask this of me, Traelyn..."
She laid there, panting quietly, staring up at the ceiling of her weyr, giving no indication that she heard him. But she had. She had, and she _wanted_. She had tried not to. She had tried... But it just... Traelyn closed her eyes, throwing an arm across them.
**Shards...what are we doing, B'ram?**
No matter how hard she would try with him, it just wouldn't be the way it had been between them. He could make her so angry that she'd be hissing and spitting like a enraged, wild feline, but in the bed.... The anger would melt away, like it had with L'kub.
Traelyn knew she wasn't the only one who wanted.
Slowly she slid over to him. Lowering her head so her lips just brushed against his shoulder, she ran a hand down his arm, her fingers light. Coaxing.
He had come to Dolphin Cove to find a way to forget Atreyn, but instead he had found a way to remember every day. B'ram could see what their future held for them if he gave into Traelyn's pleading eyes and tender touch. More long nights sitting alone in the dark, aching for the one person who could fill the lonely holes in his life. But she would not have him. Instead he would slip into the Weyrwoman's Weyr and dream dreams of her more satisfying than just memory or imagination afford. And she would crave him too.
It wouldn't end. It just wouldn't end. The solace he should be finding in the arms of a woman who could someday love him would be found instead in the arms of a woman who would always hate him when the glows were turned up high, but make painfully sweet love to him in the dark.
B'ram turned his head to rest his forehead against hers wearily. He just didn't have the strength to walk away. Screwing had been safe. Screwing wasn't binding, but the feeling of loving and being loved... Such a powerful addiction it was proving to be. "You would damn us both /between/, Traelyn. You know that, don't you?" he asked in a resigned whisper.
A silence began to stretch between them, and she closed her eyes against the conflicting emotions raging beneath her seemingly calm exterior. "It takes two," she heard herself finally whispering back, her tone emotionless. "It wouldn't be just me."
"Faranth save us, I know," he murmured as he tilted his head to gently find her lips with his.
Last updated on the May 14th 2006