He Would Not

Writers: Dana, Eimi
Date Posted: 18th January 2006

Characters: Traelyn, B'ram
Description: Traelyn and B'ram spot each other in the dining cavern...
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 9, day 17 of Turn 3

B'ram

B'ram roared with laughter along with his wingmates as they recounted tales of their youthful adventures and mishaps. He took another sip of his ale, still wondering how that brave bluerider ever got those two greenriders to agree to such an escapade when he noticed a familiar pair of dark grey eyes looking his way over the rim of the mug. He looked away quickly. **Sharding woman. What is she doing, _watching_ me now?**

Her jaw clenched as she turned her head to the side, her eyes closing just briefly. He saw her. Shardit _all_. Her fingers around the mug tightened and she slowly lowered her hands before she would sharding spill the steaming drink all over herself.

She noticed that the marks on his cheek seemed to be fading. Not that she had gotten close enough to really see, but they didn't seem to be as red as they had that night...

Shards.

Traelyn glanced down at her fingers, looking at her nails. The nails that had scratched him, pierced his skin. She ran the tip of her thumb over one, as if realizing for the first time how sharp it really was.

The brownrider tried to laugh along with his mates as another regaled them with a fantastically funny anecdote, but in truth he couldn't hear a word of it. Instead all he could think about were those eyes and the scortching heat that they hid so well. But he had seen it. B'ram had felt that heat that night. They had been both passionate and triumphant as she drove him wild with his need for her.

He quickly took another gulp of ale. Shards but that was not all. B'ram could remember how those eyes looked at him pleadingly under half closed lids as she moaned his name. As he set the mug down his eyes lifted towards her, almost wishing to catch a glimpse of those eyes again. They were addicting. So much like her sisters, and yet completely hers. Had he loved Trae's eyes because they were like Atreyn's? Or was it more that he had loved Atreyn's because they were so much like Trae's? He was suddenly starting to doubt himself.

A hallow laugh escaped his lips to lift in unison with the riders around him. But he felt more and more like he was actually the butt of the joke.

Again, she glanced up, and saw him looking at her. Their eyes locked briefly - heated, intense. She remembered his eyes that night - those gleaming eyes that had been filled with anger as he had screamed at her to hit him. Screamed at her to take it all out on him. To take _everything_
out on him.

She remembered how his expression had changed as he rolled her into his bed, heavily straddling her hips. She remembered how his lips had claimed hers, how she had ripped his shirt, her nails catching on his skin, snarling, moaning as he had all but torn the blouse off of her. She remembered those hands, roughly exploring her, his touch desperate, needing her to respond. Needing her to touch him. Needing her to cry out his name as much as he was calling out hers. Needing her to bring him to a release.

She had taken a savage delight in driving him as far as she had, knowing what it was doing to him. Knowing that with each touch, she was burning him, with each kiss, she was wounding him as they slid deeper into dark desire.

His eyes filled with a fresh flash of anger as he saw that look of satisfaction in her face, even from across the room. She had won a victory that day. She had pushed him to the point of breaking him and then walked away. Just walked right out, leaving him torn and bruised on his bedchamber floor, wondering how it had happened. And she _knew_, he knew she knew, that he would relieve those moments again and again in his mind.

B'ram had not liked her before. But until that happened, he would never have gone so far as to _hate_ her.

But he had won a victory that night as well. He'd forced her to look behind her, forced her to remember what she desperately wanted to forget. His words would stay with her - she'd never be able to forget them, just like she'd never forget the shattered look in L'kub's eyes that night she'd left him alone...or how cold his hand had been when she'd taken it in hers. So many times those fingers had touched her, tracing her cheeks, caressing her hair, smoothing away her tears...they had been so stiff. So still.

Her dark eyes burned, her jaw tightening even more as she tried to fight it, tried to push everything down.

He stood up with the excuse that he was going to refill his mug of ale. The truth was, he was starting to feel the crush of people. B'ram was feeling like a wild feline caught in a cage. Traelyn was the one who had caught him. Everyone else were just the bars holding him back. If they were not there... He glared at her from the shadow of a colum.

Traelyn glared back at him, her gaze burning with a cold, passionate fire.

**Shell cracks and crack dust, I hate that woman,** B'ram thought as he returned her look with an intense mixure of hatred, mixed with raw desire.
She would see it in his eyes, but _let_ her see. The goldrider had her fun. She will never have it again. Never. Let her passion die in the icy wasteland of her heart. He would never again be hurt by her.
But he made no secret of raking his eyes along her body, remembering the feel of her flesh as it had arched against his. As his eyes traveled back up to meet hers, a slight sneer of a smile touched his lips. He would leave her in no doubt of what he was thinking. Let her see it in his eyes. She would never hurt him again. By Faranth's Egg she would not.

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