To Fuel the Fire (Part 1)

Writers: Dana, Eimi
Date Posted: 5th February 2006

Characters: Traelyn, B'ram
Description: Traelyn faces off with an unwelcome visitor
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 9, day 25 of Turn 3

B'ram

Traelyn sighed and rubbed her temples with her fingers. She knew it would be a long while before she would find full acceptance here as Dolphin Cove's Weyrwoman - if it would ever come at all. A wry smile teased at the corner of her mouth, and she closed her eyes. That was certainly wishful thinking. It was obvious that many in her Wing disliked her, and they made it very clear by sniffing haughtily at her decisions, even if those decisions were passed on through Jyramikah, like they had been today. Today's drilling had been the last straw, and her temper had snapped. She did not demand to be liked, but she did demand respect. The riders in her Wing had to follow _her_ decisions, or there would be deaths. It was as simple as that. And for them to carelessly flaunt their defiance like that... Even with Jyramikah leading!

So she had taken the guilty aside after drills, and had first admonished them for disobeying their Weyrwoman Second, and through her, Traelyn herself. Then she had went on, as calmly as she could with her frayed temper, that if they behaved like that again, they would be grounded. Traelyn had gotten some satisfaction from seeing the haughty looks fade from their faces, knowing that she was quite serious. It was as if they hadn't known that their usurping Weyrwoman had a backbone.

Usurping. Traelyn's jaw tightened. Many still called her that. And even more still thought of her as that. But she couldn't help that...and it all came back to that word: acceptance. To be accepted was to be respected.

Hearing the door to her office open, she looked up. And froze. Her stony gaze never left him as he approached her. "Get out," she snarled quietly, her dark eyes flashing.

B'ram's lips curled into a sneer-like grin. "Oh, but Lady Traelyn, I hear today is the day you are calling riders into your office to admonish them, and I _know_ how much you like to admonish me."

She rose slowly to her feet, her jaw tightening. "I'm not going to tell you again."

"I see. So as _queen_ of the Weyr you think it's your right to barge into anyone's home unannounced, but you refuse to be treated that way, is that it?" he ask as he walked towards the side of her desk, fixing his green eyes on her hers. "Is how you expect to gain the rider's respect?"

Even though her instincts told her to back away - to keep some sharding distance between them - she held her ground. "I don't need _your_
respect, brownrider. I've never had it, and I'm not looking for it now."

"No, all you want from me is a fight." As he rounded the desk to stand face to face with her, his eyes did not hide the fact that he wanted a fight just as much, and more. "And here I am. Are you gonna fight me, Traelyn?"

His words scraped at the edge of her rising temper, and she didn't even bother to try and shove it down. He was so close she could feel the heat through his clothes. And she could feel her body beginning to betray her.
It remembered him, and his mere, sharding closeness was sensitising it. As Traelyn raised her eyes to glare at him, she could see that he knew, and she hated him for it.

Well, two could play at this sharding game.

Her upper lip curled. "You don't want a fight. You want sex." As she took in a slow breath, the tips of her breasts brushed against his chest.
"Hot for it, aren't you?"

"It's not _me_ I'm worried about," he grinned back, refusing to give in just yet. He wanted to break her. She was so close already. He could wait a few moments longer. "Rumor has it you haven't been spending quite as much time in the Weyrleader's weyr as you have in the past. What's the matter, Traelyn, your 'charms' failing you?"

Her eyes flashed furiously up into his. "Bastard," she hissed through her clenched teeth.

B'ram leaned in until his lips gently grazed hers. "Yes, I am. But what does that matter in the Weyr?"

Everything in her screamed for her not to take the bait. Her eyes screwed shut as she fought herself, but as his lips continued to taunt, she sharding couldn't take it anymore. Snarling, she responded and caught his mouth with hers, hating herself for it.

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him tightly. B'ram had every intention of making her hate herself, like he had hated _himself_
after their last encounter. She deserved this, he told himself. The fact that he was enjoying too was just a bonus.

Her fingers clutched angrily at his tunic as the kiss deepened into a clashing of teeth and a dueling of tongues; heated, intense. She growled as he bit and sucked at her lower lip, knowing he did it on purpose.
Furious, she ran her hands roughly down his sides, to his hips, lower...

B'ram released his hold on her and instead slipped his hands under her tunic, lifting it higher and pulling it over her head. He inwardly breathed a deep, shuddering sigh of relief as her hands obediently lifted over her head and away from his person. One hand slipped around her hips and pulled them in line with his own, protecting himself from her wandering fingers as his other hand began to work at her undergarments. The brownrider should have known better than to think he could catch a gold so easily. She had almost won the higher ground with that trick, and this was one battle he was determined to win.

She recognized what more there was to this. A part of her wanted to submit to him - to the pleasure. But her pride wouldn't allow it. That, and her anger, would see that she wouldn't truly give in. Feeling his fingers undo the laces, she shrugged her slender shoulders, letting the whisper of silk slide to the floor.

Traelyn felt him take in a breath as her chest brushed against his, and knew that he would want her to rid him of his tunic like he had gotten rid of hers. She knew it, and didn't heed him. Her eyes, flickering with fire, lifted to his and a mocking half-smile twisted her lips as she rubbed her hips against his. She would not give in so easily.

B'ram could see the fight in Traelyn's eyes and it just fueled the fire of his desire, and determination. With a growl he lifted her up into his arms and carried her over to the sofa. He was so far winning by a shirt, and that was enough to give him the advantage again. His fingers and his lips would be his weapons. She would be crying his name mixed with every curse she could manage to moan coherently by the time he was through toying with her - he would be sure of that! He would use every trick he knew if it meant conquering this woman once and for all.

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