Jealousy

Writers: Dana, Eimi
Date Posted: 25th January 2007

Characters: Larken, M'tone
Description: Larken experiences a new type of emotion
Location: Harper Hall
Date: month 1, day 16 of Turn 4

Larken had been running the excuse over and over in her mind so much that she was actually starting to believe it: it was a beautiful day to be out of doors, so why shouldn't she go down to the beach, stretch out and read in the sun for a while? Knowing that this was about the time the dragonriders were through with drills for the day had absolutely nothing to do with her timing. Nothing.

She stood with her towel in one hand and her book in the other, her bare toes digging into the soft sand as she scanned the shoreline for an unoccupied place. And it meant absolutely nothing when her eyes picked out each and every fair-haired rider, studying his face or profile for a moment or two before moving on. Nothing at all.

And, of course, just because her heart gave a hard bump when she finally fou--saw--M'tone didn't mean anything. Nothing at all.

Stubbornly, Larken stopped walking and laid out her towel, gently easing onto her stomach, book clutched in one hand as she stared out at the curling, foaming waves--and the blonde rider and brown dragon who played in them.

M'tone laid on his back and let Encourth push him long with his long nose.
It was a game they had played since the brown was a small dragonet that they never quite grew tired of. The brownrider closed his eyes and felt the warmth of the sun beating down on his body. It was comfortable. So very comfortable. He could stay that way all day, but he couldn't forget the reason they had come down to the beach. **Had enough, boy? Do you want me to start scrubbing you yet?**

The water around him vibrated slightly as his lifemate rumbled. }:Yes, I want to be clean.:{ Right, enough playing. M'tone rolled over on his stomach and let Encourth give him a strong push towards shore. He shook large drops of water from his shoulder length fair hair and combed it back out of his eyes with his fingers. Spreading his arms wide out and then up in a slow stretch, he breathed deeply of the fragrant spring air.

Larken watched him with wide eyes, her gaze tracing each plane and contour of his arms and chest. She remembered trailing her hands along those sides, pressing soft kisses to that hard stomach, rubbing her cheek against that chest...

Scorching shells. Flushing hotly, she tore her eyes away from M'tone and flung her book open and began to read, not caring that she had flung it open to the middle and had no idea what was happening in the story.

M'tone bent down over his bucket of supplies and took inventory of what he brought with him. He might need to get more sweetsand for next time. There was enough for this washing, but probably not enough for two. **Do you think you need to be oiled today?**

}:No, I don't think so. Not today.:{ The brown decided he'd rather not waste good sunbathing time. An oiling would feel good, but not as good as a nice warm soak in the sun next to a pretty green.

There wasn't even an ounce of fat on him. Shards...how could all of that be muscle? But she had felt him before, and she knew it was. But to see him in the glaring light of day instead of in the shadows of his weyr fully clothed.... **Oh, _Larken_. What are you doing to yourself?** With a frustrated noise, she glanced back down at her book--only to look back up, startled, when Encourth made a loud warbling sound.

M'tone shook his head in amusement as the pretty green his brown so enthusiastically welcomed came in to land daintily in the water right next to him. She caused little waves of displaced water to push their way up the beach as she settled herself, warbling a greeting in return. "Encourth's showing off for Giyoeth again, I see," he called out to her rider.

Vera gave a throaty laugh as she slipped off her green's neck. "And are you going to follow his example, M'tone?" She let the water's current pull her closer towards him, a sultry smile curving her lips as she eyed him up and down.

"My bugles aren't nearly so melodic I'm afraid," he grinned as he watched her stand up as she drew closer to shore. She was wearing very little underneath that light colored blouse.

"For a man, it's not the voice that counts, but his rhythm," she purred, when she reached his side.

Meanwhile, Larken, who had been watching this little exchange, felt the first inklings of a festering emotion. It wasn't a good feeling. Not at all. Her eyes narrowed as she watched that greenrider slither up against M'tone's side, probably murmuring something undoubtably bold in his ear, something sexual....for the look that he got on his face wounded something inside of Larken. It was the same look he got when she'd lain on top of him that one night just before he made her leave. Before he was too tempted to take advantage of her. It was a darkening of the eyes, the intensity of them because there was a sudden lack of all other emotions. The look was primal. The look was sex.

"Rhythm I've got." He turned his head to follow her with his eyes as she slowly circled round him. "It's just inspiration I've been lacking lately."

"And why's that, hmmm?"

He shrugged a shoulder lazily. "I've been hanging around with the wrong kind of women, apparently."

"Then maybe you should hang around the right kind of women. I'm sure they could help you with your...lack of inspiration." Her fingers, as they drifted against his arm, were suggestive, as was the expression on her face, the look in her eyes.

Larken's fingers curled in the sand as the festering emotion began to burn. **He's not yours, Larken. You chose Ojisan. You _chose_!**

"Well, perhaps you should show me the right kind of woman some time." He reached down for one of the brushes in the bucket. "Right now, though, unfortunately, I have a rather large brown to scrub. But maybe if you finish scrubbing your green you could lend me a hand later?"

She grinned and stepped away. "I'd love to."

He wiggled his eyebrows at her teasingly. "Well, then, let's get started.
The faster you start, the faster you can join me..." He left her with that thought as he waded into the water.

Vera followed, but instead of going straight to her dragon, she went after M'tone, and Larken watched as they both disappeared behind Encourth. She couldn't see them. Didn't want to see them. Didn't want to know if M'tone had his arms around her, if he had her pushed up against his dragon's side, if he was caressing her, touching her, kissing her....

Jealousy. The festering emotion was jealousy.

Burying her head in her arms, Larken squeezed her eyes shut. She couldn't be jealous! She had chosen Ojisan. She was married. She had chosen the right path. She had!

So why did it still hurt?

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