Look Who Came To Dinner

Writers: Clancey, Heather
Date Posted: 16th May 2012

Characters: J'darin, Devyn, Z'nen
Description: J'darin decides to make a surprise visit to Devyn's weyr... only to find a surprise for himself!
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 7, day 5 of Turn 6

J'darin

Devyn

It was snowing again, and that put a big grin on J'darin's face. He
and Devyn had stayed together all through the blizzard a few days ago,
learning each other and reveling in the need to do nothing but spend
time together. It had been the perfect first...second...third ...
time. His mind trailed then into delightful pictures of Devyn both
sleeping, and _not_ sleeping, next to him.

With the snow outside, he had decided he wanted to surprise Devyn.

He had purchased a gift for her, that day they went to the Gather, and
put it away for a time like this, when he just wanted to be kind to
her. And make her smile.

It was a lovely hair comb, decorated with bits of green stones - not
expensive ones - that looked a bit like the color of Ellyth. It was
both pretty, and functional, and as a comb for an active, but
beautiful, dragonrider, it seemed perfect to him. Her hair was short,
but it would be lovely in her brown locks, or so he thought.

For whatever reason, he felt that after the day spent together in his
weyr, he did not necessarily need to tell her he was coming. Perhaps
it was his arrogance coming out, as it tended to do at odd times, but
no matter why... he simply took to the corridors to head to her weyr
since it was snowing. Their weyrs were a bit of a walk apart, but he
found he didn't mind.

Perhaps he would stay at her weyr tonight....

And so his thoughts were blissfully happy as he arrived at his
destination and knocked.

Z'nen swung open the door, his lanky, but muscled, torso was naked,
showing an expanse of smooth, flawless skin. Riding leathers were hung
low on his hips and he cursed a bit at the chill as a blast of cold
air rushed in, "Can I help you, Weyrlingmaster?" He asked in a lazy
tone.

>From over Z'nen's shoulder Devyn's voice called, "Z'nen, who is it?"

J'darin went through several emotions in a very short period of time.
Surprise, shock, amusement, embarrassment, anger, sadness, and of
course, jealousy. The last was the strongest, obviously, though he
was a bit shocked at the serverity of his reaction. He hadn't known
he would mind _that_ much finding out she was with someone else.

He didn't expect her to keep to just his bed, he supposed, since it
was a Weyr. But they had only just... a few days ago it had been
perfect. At least, for him. For her, perhaps not. It hurt that so
soon after his bed, she'd sought another.

Some of this showed on his face - in the darkening of his eyes and the
faint twist of his lips at the lazy tone and almost insulting way the
man addressed him. But in a moment, he arched his eyebrows and said,
in a dreadfully cool tone, "I came to see Devyn, but was unaware she
had ..company...." To retreat or not? He almost did leave. After
all, she was free to be with whoever she wanted. And what was he to
her but just a man she spent time with, too?

He weighed this choice in his mind for a couple of quiet seconds.
He was now sorry he'd come and disturbed her, but not sorry that he'd
found out she wasn't alone. Still... he did not want to run away
from a fight. So he stayed, and leaned in his own lazy way, against
the door frame.

He found a bit of stubborn strength and went on, "So run along and
tell her I'm here would you, and let me in. Its cold." He couldn't
resist his own bit of stabbing at the man. J'darin was a bronzerider,
and the Weyrlingmaster. He was not someone to be tossed aside.
Arrogant, that's him.

Hearing J'darin's voice, Devyn appeared at the door beside of Z'nen
and elbowed the bluerider out of the way, "Hey," her face lit with a
smile when she saw that it was the Weyrlingmaster, "I thought I heard
your voice." The greenrider stood between him and Z'nen.

The bluerider cleared his throat, and Devyn slapped his tunic to his
chest, "Put on some clothes, Z'nen, and mind you, the next time you
work a hole into your favorite shirt you can go beg someone else to
fix it. That's the last time I patch that sorry excuse for a tunic."

"But it's lucky!" Z'nen insisted as he pulled the tunic on over his
head and then popped a kiss onto Devyn's cheek, "You're a doll, love.
I must be off, G'dal is waiting."

Devyn waved the bluerider off as he nodded to J'darin and slipped past
the bronzerider, "Weyrlingmaster."

J'darin moved quickly out of Z'nen's way and nodded. "Z'nen." in the
same tone of face the bluerider had used.

He smiled back at Devyn, and pulled the door shut behind him. He had
not missed her smile nor the fact that perhaps he had been mistaken
about what had been going on in her weyr before he had arrived.

"Hey yourself.... I'm sorry to come without asking first...." He
tripped up a little and finally just smiled sheepishly. "I got my
thank you for not asking by seeing a half naked man answer your door."
He _almost_ blushed, but it came out instead as a bit of an
aggravated sound. Then he smiled broader at her. "Do you often have
half naked men hanging around your weyr? I mean, just so I know for
the future." He was teasing her, mostly. "And is it alright if I
come in and stay for a bit? Or are more coming?" now he did laugh, to
show he was teasing.

Mostly.

Devyn laughed, surprised to have J'darin say so much about Z'nen's
presence in her weyr. If she didn't know better, she would swear that
the Weyrlingmaster was a little jealous of the bluerider's presence.
Knowing this made Devyn even more certain that this thing with J'darin
was definitely going in the right direction.

"No, I don't usually have half-naked men around my weyr... although if
_you_ came over more we could remedy that." She gave the bronzerider
an inviting wink before drawing him further into her weyr, "Z'nen was
one of the first people to befriend me when I moved here. We've been
like brother and sister ever since. Beyond that, I'm quite sure his
G'dal would have my head if he thought for a moment that there was
anything between the two of us."

J'darin grinned and pulled her closed for a moment when she mentioned
_him_ being half naked. Well, that, he sure didn't mind.

"I'm oddly glad that Z'nen has someone to go home too, my dear. " He
said, and then paused. Should he tell her how blindly jealous he had
become for a moment, until she'd told him the story behind Z'nen? He
thought ...maybe not. It _was_ a Weyr. He had learned the
hardest way possible - by being a bronzerider and a Weyrleader who did
not share his Weyrwoman's bed - that you could have partners for a
night and they would go to someone else the next night. He _knew_
that was how it was here, and he even knew why. Shards, he told the
new weyrlings why each time he got a new crop of them! He had to
understand it at a level deep enough to teach _them_ how and why the
Weyr was definitely not the last bastion of fidelity.

But _he_ was a serial monogamist. He liked to have one woman in his
life, outside of the Flights. And Flights of course, were a
wonderful thing, though at times he was glad Hasaarth was not _quite_
as prone to green Flights as some bronzes.

He hoped his dragon would want to chase Ellyth, though, when she Rose!

Hasaarth's brass, almost possessive, bugle sounded in response to his
rider's thoughts, and the bronze crooned invitingly to Ellyth, curling
close to her outside on the ledge.

}:I will make her mine the way you make her rider yours.:{ His bronze
said, surprising his rider beyond belief.

It must have shown on his face, and it definitely showed in the
suddenly possessive way his arms wrapped around Devyn and he kissed
her hello.

He let her back with a breath, and said again, quietly, "Yes, very
glad he went home." Louder, he said, "I'm sorry for coming over
unannounced, Devyn.... but I ... umm.... I brought you a present."
Maybe that would allow her to forget his poor behavior over the
bluerider.

Devyn smiled up at the bronzerider, her arms circled loosely around
his trim waistline, "You are welcome over any time you wish," she
assured him. Opening the door to find J'darin outside had been more
than a pleasant surprise and something that the greenrider could
definitely get use to. At the mention of a present, the woman's
attention was instantly caught, and she arched her eyebrows in
delight, "A present? Oooh!" She sprang back from him, closed her eyes,
and held out her hands, palms up, expectantly wiggling her fingers as
she waited.

He laughed out loud at her and rolled his eyes. Presents! They did
always work! Still chuckling, he reached into his pocket and took out
the simply wrapped hair comb. It was just in a plain wrapper - he was
a man after all - but he had wanted her to have something to open.

He watched her with warm delight making his eyes shine.

He decided that making her smile was a worthwhile occupation, and if
he didn't already have two full time jobs - Weyrlingmaster and
Hasaarth's rider - he'd add "making Devyn smile" to the list of jobs
that needed doing.

But, at least he could manage it part of the time.

He handed it over, a little worried about how she would like it. He
liked to give presents because of the smiles they caused, not because
he felt like he needed to give her anything. But he didn't know if
he'd picked the right something, or if it was too soon, or not soon
enough, or _anything_. They'd spent a blissful day inside from the
snow, but there was still so much more to learn about her, and about
him and her together.

"I hope you like it, love." Then he waited to see if she really
_would_ like it.

Curling her fingers over the gift, Devyn's eyes sprang open and she
quickly went up on her tiptoes to press a kiss to J'darin's lips, "I'm
sure I will love it." That the man would take the time to even think
of bringing her something ensured that the greenrider would love
whatever was inside the simply wrapped gift.

Breaking open the plain, brown paper that wrapped the comb, Devyn
smiled as a flash of silver winked up at her. Picking up the silver
hair comb, she openly admired the beautiful green gemstones that
decorated the hair accessory.

"It's beautiful, J'darin! I love it."

It was really a simple, inexpensive comb. Nothing fancy. But
perfect for an active, beautiful dragonrider.

Especially one who might like to dress up for him, sometimes.

He smiled at her, pleased she liked it. "It reminded me of Ellyth a
little... the green stones, I mean. You're beautiful without it, but
I just thought of you when I saw it... " he paused with a wink.
"...at the Gather we went to! I've had it since then...."

His smile still in place, he tugged her down on the sofa next to him,
inviting her to with him, near him, or even in his lap if she wished.
"Did you have any plans for the rest of tonight, lovely? Maybe I
could stay...."

Seating herself comfortably in the bronzerider's lap, Devyn brushed
back one side of her hair, slipped the comb into place, and then
looped her arms around his neck, "I would love for you to stay. After
all, I haven't really gotten to show you how appreciative I am."

What was a man to do with an attractive woman on his lap?

He pulled her close and kissed her, this time taking his time about
it. How sweet it was to have someone to visit....to kiss.... to
love. He was never lonely; not with a dragon in his head. But he
did sometimes want that human touch... a reminder of what they fought
Thread to save.

The kiss lengthened and strengthened until he finally took a breath to
say softly, "The comb looks lovely, beautiful greenrider. I think
I'll stay a while and ...ahh.... admire you.... and even better, let
you show me that appreciation you promised."

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