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Weyrling Training

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

Characters: B'ram, Traelyn
Description: Both B'ram and Traelyn agree on one thing: never again
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 9, day 25 of Turn 3

B'ram

B'ram's breathing was beginning to slow as he sank back into the cushions, his fingers still curled around the goldrider's hips. He had won. He should feel... better than he did. His release had felt incredible, euphoric even. Than why was it he couldn't bring himself to look up into her face?

She brought her cheek down to rest against his chest, her fingers sliding from his arms to the sofa beneath them. She closed her eyes against the sudden burning in them, hating herself for nearly showing a sign of weakness. Wasn't it enough that she had let him do what he wanted with her? She'd let him, in the end, have his way with her. And she hated herself for it, because she'd enjoyed it. What kind of woman was she - to find a release as sick as this in his arms?

The brownrider reached up to grab the tunic that had finally found its way off his body and had been thrown haphazardly across the back of the sofa.
He gently draped it across the Weyrwoman's bare shoulders in a sign of...
contriteness? What had he to apologize for? Hadn't she done the same to him? And in the end, hadn't she wanted it just as much as he had?

She flinched slightly at his touch, and wished she hadn't. Reaching around, she pulled his tunic tighter around her shoulders, which was more to let him know that she acknowledged his sign. But Traelyn was still unable to truly move, or find the courage in her to meet his eyes. She would have to, she knew. But not now...

He wished she would say or do _something_. B'ram didn't care if she cursed him or screamed in his face or hit him with a full fist across his nose. Shards, he probably deserved at _least_ that. But her just laying there... What kind of monster had he become that he would take that kind of pleasure out of hurting another?

Moments passed. Whether they were long or short, Traelyn didn't know. She was very aware of every place his body touched hers, and she was very aware of the temper that was beginning to rise once more; hot, passionate.
She had enough anger in her now to buoy her so she could meet his eyes.
Her own were smoldering when she lifted them to his. "Damn you."

His eyes held only the hint of his inward flinch. "Don't pretend you didn't want me to do it." He couldn't back down now. He couldn't show her the conflicting emotions he was feeling. To do that would show her that he was wrong. And if he _had_ been wrong... he didn't even want to think of what kind of man that made him.

Her upper lip curled slightly in a silent snarl, but she had nothing to say to defend herself there. She _had_ wanted him to take her. Her hips flexed against his, and the loathed herself for _still_ wanting him, despite what he'd done. Sharding, _sharding_ B'ram...

The way she moved her body against his just reassured him that he had not been wrong about her. This was the only way she knew how to retaliate, to communicate, to _relate_ to a man. Traelyn was just a shallow goldrider who thought she could use her body to get her way. Well this time B'ram had _his_ way. Did she really think that she could take that victory from him now?

It was then when Traelyn suddenly shoved herself off of and away from him.
She _would not_ let him do this to her. She would not! Yanking the tunic from her shoulders, she let his flutter from her fingertips down on top of him. Cloaked only in her hair, she moved away, keeping her movements slow and calm, as if she would move any faster, she would provoke the predetor that she knew was lurking behind those sharding, shadowed green eyes.

B'ram watched her as he slipped his arms through the sleeves of his tunic.
The deliberateness of her movements told him that he had gotten to her, that he had defeated her. It was over. They were even. The revenge had been paid and they would go their separate ways. But as B'ram watched her gently swaying hips he knew deep down he didn't want it to be over. The way she had made him feel... He yanked his tunic over his head and forced himself to look away. No. It was done. It would not happen again.

After she had hid herself behind her blouse and the folds of her skirts, she turned around to watch him, her eyes flickering darkly in the half-shadows of the room. Her temper was seething just beneath the surface, but she didn't dare let it out. Her jaw clenched. She had already given him enough satisfaction - she would _not_ give him the satisfaction of seeing her break down and scream at him. Feeling the burning behind her lashes, she blinked quickly as she raked her nails through her hair. "Never again," she snarled quietly. "You hear me, B'ram?"

The brownrider stood up from the sofa, pulling his pants back into place and fastening them with stiff, angry movements. At least in _that_ they were agreed. Never again. "Stay out of my weyr," he growled as he strode towards the door, wanting nothing more than to be out of sight of her and those sharding eyes.

Once he was finally out of her office, Traelyn grabbed the edge of the door and slammed it shut. Her arm trembled from the force of the impact and she whirled around, leaning heavily against its frame. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself, her jaw clenching, her eyes unblinking as she stared at the rumpled couch.

Never again.

Last updated on the February 5th 2006