Gorgeous

Writers: Bree, Dana
Date Posted: 19th September 2006

Characters: Traelyn, O'dan
Description: Traelyn has a late-night visitor...
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 13, day 11 of Turn 3

It took two long sevendays of loneliness before O'dan broke down and hobbled to Traelyn's weyr, his crutches making the trip seem to take forever. The healers had told him that it would take a Turn before he could walk again, but somehow he hadn't really believed them at the time. Now he knew they'd been telling the truth. The thought was more than a little depressing.

Still, he clung to his pride the way he always did, and forced what he hoped was a convincing smile when Traelyn opened her door. "I thought you were going to chase me," he said, hoping it sounded like a joke. Hoping his desperate loneliness wasn't obvious.

"What, and take all the fun out of you chasing me?" The young Weyrwoman jutted one smooth hip against the wall and studied him--studied his face, the expression in his eyes as he looked at her...shards, she understood that look. She'd seen it in all forms back at Far Island. And even Dragonsfall. Here. She'd seen it in L'kub. In N'vanik. In J'darin. In B'ram. In herself. "You aren't here just to annoy me by making me get up in the middle of the night, are you, O'dan?" she asked quietly.

He had to brace himself against the doorframe before he could reach an arm out to her, and that in and of itself brought a stab of pain. He couldn't even stand up on his own, and he tried to bury the pain of it by pulling her to him and claiming her lips in kiss deep enough to drown in.

While maybe any other woman might have let him take control and lead, Traelyn kissed him right back; teeth, tongues and all. Obviously she'd been right, and lucky for him, she had no intention of turning him away from her weyr. None at all. Her fingers grasped his shirt, yanking it from his pants as she took a step back into the weyr. She needed something tonight too, but she'd be damned if they went at it in the hallway.

The sudden movement upset his balance, and O'dan made a grab for the door frame as he stumbled forward a step. His leg gave away almost immediately, and he rolled over onto his back with a hiss of pain, trying to pretend that he wasn't fighting back tears of utter humiliation.

"Scorching shells, I'm sorry, O'dan," she breathed, rising up on her elbows to look at him. "I forgot--I'm sorry..."

He couldn't even open his eyes, not wanting to see the look on her face. Disgust he might be able to handle, but pity would be the end of him. "If you get my crutches, I can go."

"I'll get your crutches, but if you think you're going _anywhere_ now that I've got you in my weyr, you're delusional."

That made him open his eyes, though the look he gave Traelyn as she retrieved his crutches and closed her door was suspicious. "You don't need to be nice to me just because I'm an invalid. I'm obviously fairly useless."

"Once I get you on my couch, I'll make that judgement, bronzerider."
Propping his crutches up against the table, she came over to kneel beside him. "Are you getting up?"

Standing was not a very graceful maneuver, but with Traelyn's help he managed to make it the few steps to the couch, sinking down into it with a low groan that he couldn't quite suppress. He'd be feeling that fall for a few days. "Well? I'm on your couch..."

Tilting her head, she smiled slowly as she trailed her fingers against his arm. "Why don't we pick up where we left off then?"

"You still feeling interested?" he asked lightly, bringing one hand up to brush the back of her neck.

Traelyn gave him another slow smile as she brought her face closer. "Are you?"

"Always," he whispered. And since she was there, and willing, and oh so tempting, he pulled her into his lap and kissed her again. If nothing else, he had every intention of proving that the rest of his body was in _fine_ working order.

~*~

Even though she was jammed up against the back of the sofa, Traelyn couldn't find it in her to complain about the discomfort. Shards and shells... He'd been good. Sighing, she shifted a little until her cheek rested against O'dan's arm, deciding that it was far better to have a man in her weyr instead of being alone. Even one with an insufferable amount of pride. "You awake?" she muttered, shaking her head to get the strands of tangled hair out of her eyes.

"Mmmmmm." Shifting a little, he got an arm around Traelyn and tugged her into a slightly more comfortable position. Not that the couch was terribly comfortable at the angle they were sprawled across it in any case, but he wasn't quite in the mood to move yet. Especially since he couldn't reach his crutches. "Usually I'd carry you gallantly to bed at this point, but you might have to be the gallant carrier. Or dragger."

Grinning, she dropped a kiss to his shoulder. "Just let me get some energy back before I try to stand. I have a feeling I'd probably end up sprawling across you again if I tried to get up now, and then where would we be?"

"Doing something I'd rather not attempt to repeat unless we're going to find a bed first," he replied smugly. So maybe he had a leg that didn't work so well, but he shouldn't have been so worried. Obviously Traelyn didn't have any complaints about his creative solutions.

"Mmmmmm." Biting back a relaxed yawn, she stretched languidly, then proceeded to run her fingers along his shoulder and arm, admiring the muscles. "You're very sexy, you know."

"Well, I don't get tired of hearing that!" Opening his eyes, he smiled lazily at her. "You're pretty gorgeous yourself, you know."

"So I hear," she grinned, hooking her knee gently over his hip. "Men love to tell me that when they've got me between the sheets. Or, in your case, between the cushions and your body..."

"I've been calling you gorgeous since the day I met you," O'dan retorted, closing his eyes again. "In fact, that's pretty much all I do call you. I'm not sure I even know your name."

"I think I heard you murmuring 'Traelyn' over and over in my ear earlier," she chuckled, running her fingers through the hair on his chest, her lips pressing against his throat.

"Mmmm, I suppose it's possible." As delightful as she felt against him, he was fighting against sleepiness. It had been a long time since he'd actually felt relaxed, and even longer since he'd actually felt good.

"I sure hope you don't snore," she muttered quietly after a moment of comfortable, lazy silence. Sighing, she tucked her head beneath his chin. "'Cause I have a feeling we're not going to get up for a while."

Only silence answered her. Silence broken when the bronzerider underneath her began to snore.

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