Special Night (part 1/2) (PG-17)

Writers: Eimi, Paula
Date Posted: 8th February 2013

Characters: U'kaiah, Aileyan
Description: After the Mating Flight, Aileyan returns to U'kaiah.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 11, day 9 of Turn 6
Notes: Follows "The one who deserves to win"
Rating: PG-17

U'kaiah bellowed his rage as Aileyan fell into G'nir's arms, still lost
in the Flight. Neither seemed to be aware of his reaction to the
outcome, and even if it had registered, perhaps they would not have
cared. They were one with their dragons in that moment, and their
lifemates ecstasy was theirs.

Even as much as he wanted to tear his lover away from G'nir, U'kaiah
knew better than to interfere. He could only stumble away, throwing off
any hand that might have reached for him, though most recoiled in fear.
The watchers standing by in the circle were looking for a good time in
helping the losers relieve their dragonlust. This bronzerider had
danger in his look. And he knew it as well as they did. U'kaiah knew
better than to find solace there. His anger was not rational, and he
knew it, but it was too strong for him to just swallow.

The dragonlust that lingered mixed with his anger, fueling him on as he
took the stairs two at a time up to the feeding grounds. There he could
scream his fury to a herd of beasts that had been milling peacefully
there. The sturdy fence bore the brunt of his tantrum as images of the
Weyrleaer's hands on Aileyan's body flooded his mind. He was touching
her, _defiling_ her, and she would be not only willing, but in rapturous
throws under his fingers.

Why?! Why him?! It was bad enough that he had stolen the Weyr out from
under him, but that he would take his Aileyan from him too! In the back
recesses of his mind, he knew G'nir had not been her choice. In his
heart he knew she had wanted _him_ to carry her to the Flight room bed.
But disappointment, jealousy, hurt, and the headiness of the dragonlust
overpowered rational thought.

The frenzy slowly seeped out of him as he slumped against the rails.
His mind cleared a little, allowing him once more to see sense and
accept the reality of the situation, though the pain still lingered.
How long would he have to put up with coming in second to G'nir?

He could still feel a steely edge to his nerves. His anger was spent,
but there were other pent up frustrations that had not been released.
Now that he could trust himself not to vent his frustration on another,
perhaps he could find a willing woman. The thought of flying to Dolphin
Cove to find Tavia flickered through his thoughts, but he quickly
dismissed them. Things had turned out disastrously the last time he had
gone to her after losing a Flight. Besides, he would never go to her
when Aileyan was the one he wanted. That would never be fair.

No, he didn't want to be with any woman just then. He wanted to be
alone to lick his wounds in peace. U'kaiah didn't have the same energy
trudging down the stairs to his weyr as he had had climbing up them, but
eventually his feet found their way.

Aileyan walked out of the mating cot, still lacing her tunic. There was
flush on her face and her hair was dishevelled. Of all of the weyr's
bronzerider's, why G'nir? She knew how much this outcome would affect
U'kaiah. She glanced backwards, just to see G'nir emerge, a cocky saunter
in his steps. She hurried to make a distance from him. It's not that he had
been unpleaseant or unpleasing. Quite opposite, the Weyrleader had been
perfect gentleman and darn good looking too. When they had woken up, he had
made moves towards a second time. When she spurned them, he dropped his
pursuit with good humour. He had even helped to collect her clothers when
she dressed. So, why was she feeling so dirty then? Maybe because part of
her had wanted to stay and take G'nir's offer for second time.

U'kaiah was pacing in front of her door. His jealous curiosity had gotten
the better of him. He just had to see if maybe, by some chance, she was
back yet. Then at least he'd know whether or not she was still with G'nir.
She had to be awake by _now_ at least. Maybe she stopped off at a
bathing pool. Maybe they were just talking. Maybe she wasn't awake yet.
Maybe he was touching her again. Maybe Kjarliheth chose his bronze for a
reason. Maybe it was Aileyan's choice. That thought made his fists ball
and his jaw clench tight. **Why? Why would she choose _him_ over me?**

Or maybe he was just acting like a fool. No, not maybe. He _knew_ he was
acting like a pathetic wherry's ass. But just knowing it made it all the
worse. Not only was he frustrated with coming in second, frustrated with
losing to G'nir, frustrated with dragonlust, he was frustrated with
himself. He leaned his forehead against the cool stone wall and began
quietly repeating to himself, "It's better not to know. It's none of your
business. It's better to know."

Coming around the corner, Aileyan saw him there. She stopped at her track.
What was she supposed to do now?
Kjarliheth was still in deep sleep.

U'kaiah had heard the footsteps and saw the movement out of the corner of
his eye. He stood up quickly, turning his head to look at the person who
had seen him in that pitiful state, his face turning crimson at having been
seen at his absolute worst. Seeing it was Aileyan's eyes that looked back
at him, his heart gave a leap and then quickly froze. Why was she just
standing there? What happened? Was he right? Was it her choice? Or was
it the sorry state he was in that stopped her short?

They stood for a few breaths just staring at each other across the
seemingly endless distance before the bronzerider willed himself to move a
tentative step closer.

"U'kaiah..." she walked carefully closer. "I'm sorry it wasn't you. Nirreth
just caught her by surprise." She was trying to figure out how he would
react.

He took a long, deep breath, feeling tension ease inside of him. Of course
she had wanted it to be him. Why did he ever doubt that? As U'kaiah
looked into her eyes, seeing the truth in them, he felt even more the fool
for letting such dark thoughts into his mind. Suddenly it didn't matter
that he had come in second, it didn't matter that G'nir had won. She had
come back, and just looking at her was such a relief that he quickly closed
the distance between them, wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.

Aileyan leaned against him, relaxing now that he seemed to be all right.

They held each other for a few moments silently. The bronzerider finally
leaned back to get a good look at her. She looked all right, if not a bit
disheveled. He touched his fingers to her mussed hair, remembering once
more whose fingers had run through her tendrils not so long ago. Cupping
her face in his fingers and looking at her beautiful putty lips, he thought
about the sight of her falling into G'nir's arms. That was dragon instinct
taking hold. Now she was herself, and he wanted to make one thing clear to
_both_ of them. "Mine," he murmured softly before catching her lips in a
kiss very much reminiscent of the one she had given him her last Flight
when she had made a similar declaration.

"Mine," she replied, giving his shirt a little tug. Then she pulled apart.
"I need a bath first. I don't want to come to you smelling like him," she
said. She was still very much under influence of the dragon lust.

"I don't care if you smell of him," he said, his voice growing huskier.
There was still dragonlust burning inside him as well. "You'll smell like
me soon enough. I want you, Aileyan. I want you now."

"Well, you really know how to talk a woman," her voice was growing husky.
Not said - I love you- better than little uncotrollable passion.

As an older and experienced bronzerider, U'kaiah had always treated
Aileyan gently, carefully, tenderly. He was the teacher, and she was his
willing student. But now, that wall was crumbling down. He wanted to
touch, speak, and look at her as his lover, as a woman. "I don't want to
talk," he growled softly, his arms curling around her backside as he lifted
her up, wrapping her legs around him. "I just want to get you naked, and
then I want to run my tongue over every part of you."

"Stop talking then," she murmured.

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