Not A Game (PG-17)

Writers: AL, Kaysea
Date Posted: 20th August 2008

Characters: Alydelle, Mordin
Description: Mordin takes advantage of Alydelle.
Location: Dolphin Hall
Date: month 11, day 28 of Turn 4
Rating: PG-17

It had been a sevenday since he had seen Alydelle. The girl hadn't met him at their usual place, and worry had begun to sink in.
He had used her, and used her well that night they had spent together, and she had barely looked at him the next morning, despite his eagerness to continue where he had left off the night before. He had seen her that day in the dining hall, and had managed to pass her a message before he left - he wondered if she would show up, or if he had gone too far, even for her.

She did show up, though Alydelle didn't run into his arms as usual.
She hovered a bit away from him, expression confused, hurt, almost afraid. She glanced around, but the beach was deserted and Aly was beginning to wonder at the wisdom of doing so. It was earlier than when they usually met and Alydelle would normally see others around at that time of the day. Usually, there was at least a couple of dolphineers perhaps walking along the beach during that time, dolphins frolicking out further into the water. Yet, when she arrived, it was just him and her. After a fruitless search for some sort of human or dolphin life, she let her gaze drop and muttered, "Hello."

"Aly?" his hand reached down and he tilted her head back up so he could look into her eyes. "What's wrong, sweetling?" he asked softly. "No welcoming kiss for me today?"

Mordin was awarded with a hesitant smile. "I don't know if I trust myself, Mordin. We...we shouldn't have."

"You didn't enjoy our time together?" he asked, his voice echoing an innocence he didn't feel.

"I did, it's just...it's not right." Alydelle's hands wrung together.
Well, she wasn't really telling the truth. She had NOT enjoyed it.
She could barely remember it. Afterwards, she had been really sore.

"Not right? How can it not be right?" Mordin asked a little more tenderly than he wanted to. "We _love_ each other, Aly." he said, "And now, we can keep going. You've lost your innocence and it'll be even more memorable." his hand slipped around her shoulder, "Come on..." he urged. Better they weren't out in the open - once in his room she could have something to drink to ease her reservations.

Aly didn't pull back, but she shook her head. "I can't Mordin. It's not right. If we were married..." Why had she brought that up? It wasn't right for a girl to bring up that subject. Yet, she couldn't justify what they had done and what he wanted to do.

"Married? You want to marry?" he asked, his voice rising a little.
Why couldn't he have been sent to a Weyr, there were no worries from women in the Weyr, he had heard, about being married before anything could happen. He continued to guide her to his rooms. "At least come back and let's talk about things, about marriage - if that is really what you want."

"We shouldn't be alone together." Did he really want to marry her?
Wasn't it too soon? Really, it was too soon for a lot of things, but...but she did love him, and he loved her. What more did they need?
Still, they couldn't, not until then. "But we can sit by the sea and talk." She smiled, touching his arm.

"You don't want to be alone with me." he said, dropping his arm from her shoulder. "I thought you loved me, but I was obviously wrong." he took a step back hoping his reaction would scare her enough, if not, he would have to try a different tack.

"Mordin, I do, I do love you!" Alydelle's hands clutched at his arm and she drew closer to him. "I just don't want to be tempted."

"Tempted?" his voice was still harsh, not wantng to let her off easily, too easily and she would think she could do and say anything to him -
and he wouldn't and couldn't allow that to happen. "I was showing you how deep my love for you was." he shrugged, "You thought it just a game? Never mind." he turned to leave.

"Mordin, please, that's not what I meant!" Why didn't he understand?
Aly moved as he moved, unwilling to let him go. "Please try to understand what I'm saying..."

"That you don't want me, that you think what we shared was wrong..." he said over his shoulder, not willing to give in to her, even now. He wanted her to be willing to do anything to have him back. Anything.

"That's not true!" Alydelle had to trot to keep up with Mordin and she reached out to grab his hand. "That's not true at all!"

"You said it was wrong." he countered, stopping for a moment.

"Only because we're not married." Alydelle insisted. "It wouldn't be wrong then."

"So showing you my love is wrong." he said. He shook his head, "You want a marriage proposal? Is that it?"

"I..." What did she want? She wanted to be with Mordin, of that she was certain. "What do you want?" She asked softly, "I want to get to know you more..." he stalled. What he really wanted would scare her off if he told her.

"Then let's do that." Alydelle relaxed and smiled. "We can still spend time together and get to know one another more."

"Agreed - so - come to my room and we'll sit in comfort and talk - okay?" he asked, holding out his hand to her.

Aly hesitated, but finally took his hand. She didn't want to risk upsetting him again. "Okay."

***

He opened the door to his room and waved her in ahead of him. Once more, he had checked to make sure there was no one else around. Luck was with him, everyone appeared to have gone to the earlier sitting for the evening meal.
"You can sit on the bed, I'll take the chair." he said, walking directly across to it. He still wasn't being overly affectionate with her, better she come to him - for now.

Aly did as he bid, easing herself onto the bed. She glanced around the room, taking note at how different it looked with more lighting. It wasn't nearly as romantic an atmosphere. "So...we...we should talk."

"Sure...talk." Mordin said, nodding towards the bed - the one chair still in the room was piled with clothing, leaving the bed the only flat surface she could sit upon. "Talk about us?" he asked, an edge to his voice.

"I...I love you Mordin. I really do." How could she stress that fact enough? "And I want to express that love for you physically, but such things are supposed to be saved for marriage."

"Yeah, I s'pose so. Here at least, but a short walk away and things are a lot more relaxed. We wouldn't be looked down on for expressing our feelings, if we were in the Weyr." he leaned against the side of the small table, looking down on her - his eyes travelling across her body - not meeting her eyes. He could feel the urges rising in him again - having her along here, with him...

"But...but we're not in the weyr." How could she get his feelings across to him? "And...it's now how things should be done."

He moved across to the bed, "I know, but sometimes..." he sat down beside her, and reached out, his hand tracing circles across her back. "You want to get married?" he asked, his voice softening, if he played this right he could get her to forget marriage - at least until he grew sick of her.

Did she? Wasn't it awfully early? But she loved him. So what other reason did she need beyond that? "I do, but...do you think we're ready?"

**Faranth no!** The thought flashed into his mind immediately she looked up at him with those wide eyes. He didn't want to be tied down, not with her!
"No, I don't." he shook his head, his fingers continuing to rub softly at her shoulder, before tracing a track down across her throat. "I think we need to go a little slower - as far as marriage is concerned." he bent to kiss her throat, "We need to get to know each other a little better." his warm breath caressed her ear softly. His tongue flicked out and licked at the soft skin beneath her ear lobe. If words wouldn't work, maybe actions would?

Alydelle closed her eyes, wanting to let him continue, wanting to fall into the temptation. But she knew it wasn't right and she pulled away. "Then we should take even slower."

"Mmmm." he continued, pulling her closer again, his lips seductively nuzzling at her throat again. His hands cupped her waist, not allowing her room to maneuver away from him. He tilted them both back onto the bed, his hands becoming more free to roam across her body.

The young apprentice sighed softly, then pushed away, trying to get his arms from where they were wrapped around her. "Mordin, stop. We can't."

"We can..." he said, ignoring her pleas, "...you know you want to as well.
I can feel your body responding." he was too far gone now to really care what she thought. If she hadn't wanted this, she wouldn't have come back to his rooms. His hands slipped to her chest, cupping her, before rolling on top of her body. His lips found hers, and he kissed her deep and hard, smothering any protest she may make as his legs slipped between hers.

"No...no!" Alydelle struggled against his hold, hands pushing at him. "Stop!" But he didn't stop, and as she struggled, his hold upon her became harder, rougher, and more and more demanding.

Last updated on the August 20th 2008

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