The Night She Wanted

Writers: Miriah, Yvonne
Date Posted: 20th May 2015

Characters: J'ackt, Jerinne
Description: Jerinne approaches J'ackt with her request.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 13, day 6 of Turn 7

J'ackt

It was easy to find out where anyone lived when you worked in the lower
caverns. Jerinne stood in front of J'ackt's door and raised her hand to
knock for the third time, and for the third time she let her hand fall back
down to her side.

J'ackt was perfect. Handsome face, great body, and a bronzerider now... and
he could take a fully trained guard in a fight. And he'd been Holdless. The
combination was straight out of one of the battered Harper novels she had
tucked away in her rooms -- from 'The Renegade Rider', whose main character
had been her first ever crush. And then he'd gone and walked straight off
the page and right into her heart.

**Ok, so he's not so old,** Jerinne thought. **And he's blond, not dark
haired. But otherwise he's completely perfect.** And tonight was the night
she'd make her dreams real. **Be brave. You don't get what you want by
waiting around!**

Nervously she fluffed her loose blond hair one more time. It was already
looking a bit tangled, and the constant fluffing had given her a halo of
static hair she was completely unaware of. She tugged her blouse a little
lower, then made herself knock.

He found that working with the leather for Zith's straps was soothing and
quiet. He had tried to do it in the bowl in the shade, just to enjoy the
breeze, but there had been too much noise and people looking at him. Shards,
but he sometimes hated their curious gazes. As he made ready for another
small cut, a noise startled him out of his quiet frame of mind and his brow
immediately snapped downwards. He had had few visitors to his weyr and
usually only those that he invited (on the rare occasions). Putting aside
his knife, he rose to his feet and padded towards the door. **Shards, what
did I do this time?**

He thrust open the door and was about to snap at who ever was disturbing him
when his gaze fell on the young woman at his door. His brow furrowed, taking
in the fluffy hair and low cut blouse. "Yes?"

"Hi!" she said brightly. "You probably don't know me... umm. I'm Jerinne."
There was a slight pause, then she took a deep, nervous breath. "Um-- I have
something to ask you but I really don't want to do it in the hallway so I
can I come in?"

"No, I don't." J'ackt stood back a bit, eyes flicking over her again and
considered again, his eyes lingering. "I normally don't let just anyone in."
He replied. "And I normally don't do favors..." He drummed his fingers
against the frame of the door and then huffed out a breath. "Alright." He
stepped back to allow her in. "Just make it quick, I'm a bit busy."

**Yes!** Getting inside was Step One of the plan. Jerinne grinned and
stepped past the weyrling, looking around curiously as she did so. J'ackt's
weyr was suitably bare save for the strap-making supplies, which was exactly
as she'd imagined it. She turned to face him once she was just inside the
door - hopefully not too far in to make him feel like she was invading his
space, but also suitably close to him. Deliciously close. Although he hadn't
had his weyr for long, there was an undeniably masculine scent in the air
that made her knees a little weak. "Thanks! I'm-- ok, so, I'm just going to
say this and I really hope that you won't get mad. Here it goes." She took a
deep breath and looked him directly in the eye. "I know you have no clue who
I am, but I've been watching you ever since you got here. I think you're
_so_ handsome, and brave, and daring-- I was so happy for you when you
Impressed! And it's not fair that they made you dig ditches because
some porcine-butt Holder drew a real weapon on you. And because you're
pretty much perfect, I was hoping..." Here she bit her lip and leaned
forward a little to give him a better view down her blouse. "I was hoping
that you would... um... make my first time perfect, too?"

J'ackt could not believe what he was hearing. He blinked, shook his head,
stared at the young woman and burst out with a, "What? I'm not..." He stared
at her for a moment as he took in the rambling words, trying to make sure he
heard what he thought he heard. "Wait a moment." He held up a hand towards
her. "You want me, who you really don't know, to bed you for your first
time." He blinked again and shook his head, clearly utterly surprised by the
proposition. It wasn't as though he wouldn't be interested, but he had never
had it stated so baldly before. The kitchen women who had given him previous
experience had been more subtle, and that was saying something!

He ran his hand through his hair, scratched his head and stared at her.
"Why?"

"Umm--" Jerinne glanced to either side, as if an answer would magically
appear to help her out. Usually it was easy. Ask and see what happens--
that's how she'd hooked up with her first boyfriend. That's how the Weyr
worked. "Well, like I said... I really like you. I know enough about you to
know that. And it'll be fun, I promise!" She flashed him a bright smile and
batted her eyelashes. Apparently that was a way to flirt-- although by the
time she'd started, she already felt stupid. Flirting was not something she
did well. "I might not have a lot of experience in _that_ particular area,
but I can promise you I'm no Holder girl who'll flail around like a landed
fish. I mean, I've already..." She nibbled her lip, then stepped closer to
whisper in his ear.

As she stepped closer and began whispering in his ear, his brows shot up as
she described in detail what she had already done. Interest sparked in his
eyes almost instantly, his body reacting with its own interest at the husky
whispers. He slowly turned his head to look at her, his gaze heated.
"Really." He finally put his hand on her hip to bring her in close. "Are you
willing to demonstrate your techniques?"

**Yes!!** Jerinne smiled wickedly. Inept at flirting or not, she was totally
going to lose her virginity tonight. "If you take care of my little issue, I
can make sure that you'll forget your own name."

Even as he slid his hands down to her hips, learning the shape of her
beneath her skirts, J'ackt bent to kiss her, then went still and pulled
back. "Are you on the teas?"

Her eyebrows shot up. "Please-- I want you, not some squalling brat. Of
_course_ I'm on the tea, silly!" She kissed him again. "Why, are you?"

That brought him instant relief; he'd not have to worry about another woman
/betweening/ with a child. He chuckled at the question and then slowly
pulled her back to his furs. "You're sure about this?" He slowly tugged at
her blouse, pulling it down and off her shoulders. "It hurts the first time
for women." He'd only ever had Saidrene as a virgin, but he was determined
not to roughly hurt a woman like that again.

She shivered; both from his touch and the cool air against her overheated
skin. Jerinne slipped her hands beneath his tunic and spread them, palm
down, against his abdomen. She thought she was going to light on fire. "So I
make you hurt back-- it's all good fun, right?" She smiled. "And I know my
own mind. Do you?"

His voice was husky as his muscles flexed under her palms. "It's all good
then. Shaffing right I know my mind." If she was certain, then he was _not_
going to try to talk her out of it. He stripped off his shirt, tossed it
aside on his waiting straps and drew her into his bed.

And Jerinne got exactly the sort of night she wanted.

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