You Need Help

Writers: Mirren, Suzee
Date Posted: 11th October 2015

Characters: D'shiel, Sofeta
Description: D'shiel reluctantly accepts help after the flight.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 2, day 17 of Turn 8

The sooner he was away from the flight area the better. What had
Padraith been thinking, dragging him into this? From the corner of his
eye, he saw people pairing off. He kept walking.

Gold flights were by far the most intense experiences for anyone at
the Weyr. Especially for the bronze and brown riders who's lifemates
chased. Lower caverns workers rarely got the chance to mingle with
ranking riders other than in the flightrooms. But Sofeta was
experienced. She'd seen this behavior before in riders and she was at
least a bit familiar with most of them. She knew D'shiel wasn't
weyrmated or otherwise attached. So he wasn't going to find his love.
She stepped in his path and placed gentle hands on his chest. "You
need release rider."

He stopped in his tracks and looked down at her through narrowed
eyes."Oh do I?" Women always seemed to think they knew better.

A half smile curved her lips as she looked down below his belt and
then back up into his eyes. "Sure looks that way to me. Do you want
help with that?"

He didn't know whether to blush or grind his teeth. "I'm sure I can
manage." He made to move around her.

"D'shiel," she said softly with compassion. "I'm sure you can but it
would feel ever so much better if I helped. Or if not me," she swept
her hand around the room. "Take your pick." Several pairs of
interested eyes turned in their direction.

"I thought this was a flight, not the dining hall," he remarked.
Shards, it was as though she were offering up his next meal. Tasty
ones, to be sure, but still…

"Most riders can't even talk at this stage," she smiled at him.
"You're pretty unique. All of us are here to help you." She heard the
reaction as the flight ended and N'vanik enfolded Cyradis. The other
riders all turned away and suddenly there was less choice for D'shiel.
"Or maybe just me." She took his hand and began backing toward an
empty room like the others around her.

Her touch did make it difficult to respond, but all he could see was
_her_. _Her_ face looking at him from the other pillow on his bed,
smiling at him, dissolving as it was eaten by thread. He swallowed.
Too many conflicting thoughts rolled around in his head. The sound of
the door closing brought no clarity.

Her shift was off over her head the moment the door closed. Then she
reached for the hem of his tunic to help him undress.

He had a last thought that this felt like cheating. He almost pulled
away and left, but then her hands were on him and his found her soft
skin and he was lost. He probably wouldn't remember later how and when
his clothes landed on the floor.

~*~

Shards she loved gold flights. They were so much better than green
flights. Once he'd let go of that iron control he'd taken her for
quite a ride and her body knew it. She curved around him against his
back and just held him while he slept off the effects.

He'd had this dream before. The one where he was lying in bed, tangled
up with her in the furs. She felt warm and real. Any minute now he'd
wake and find himself alone.

He didn't wake. He was already awake.

"Shards," he muttered.

"Welcome back," she said softly and ran soft fingers up his side.

He shivered. "Yeah, thanks." He wasn't precisely sure what he was
thanking her for.

Her hand went flat against his waist while her breasts pressed into
his back. "Seconds," she asked softly. She could still feel some of
the flight effects though they were surely stronger for him.

"Um, no, thanks." His hand went to hers. He picked it up and removed
it from his waist. "It was - nice though."

"Sure," she said softly. She accepted the gentle rebuff knowing there
was a great deal of grief in the weyr and perhaps it was just a
difficult time for him. So she kissed the back of his shoulder and
turned off her side of the bed. Then she walked without any show of
modesty to where her shift lay over a chair and tossed it over her
head. She reached for the pitcher and poured a cup of water to bring
to him. "Any time," she smiled and handed him the cup. "Just ask for
Sofeta."

A moment later her hand was on the door but she turned one last time.
"I mean it," she smiled. Then she left the room and softly closed the
door behind her.

"I'm sure you do," he said to the door. He sighed and rolled over on
his back. It had been nice. It would have been nicer if he didn't feel
so guilty.

Last updated on the October 13th 2015

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