A Nursery for Bryvin (PG-17)
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Miriah, Suzee
Date Posted: 23rd November 2015
Characters: Bryvin, Yriadha
Description: Bryvin sees the new nursery and also stakes a claim
Location: Sunstone Seahold
Date: month 2, day 26 of Turn 8
Notes: Mentioned: Vestian, Porenne
Rating: PG-17
Yriadha stared at the walls of the nursery with satisfaction. Delicate murals painted by talented artists adorned the walls; thick, plush rugs cushioned finely polished floors. A carefully selected cradle, finely made and obviously an antique, had been sent as a surprise gift by Vestian, thanks to her careful correspondence. Everything spoke of elegance and breeding, each object, from the comfortably upholstered chairs to the curtains that allowed soft light into the room.
She checked for dust and nodded her head when her fingers came away clean. Sending a drudge to fetch the Lord Holder, she twitched aside the curtains to allow just a little more light into the room.
The drudge delivered the message that the nursery was ready for him to inspect and he was going to summon his wife but thought better of it. He wanted to take a look before he showed it to her. So when he arrived he was ushered into the second floor room which was just down
the hall from Xeladrie's chambers.
A smile curved his lips, "This is very nice," he said.
Yriadha inclined her head at the compliment. "I am glad you approve my Lord." She gestured to the crib. "A gift from Vestian and his family. The rest are gifts from your minor Holders and Craftsman. To show their appreciation and hope for a healthy heir." She had worked hard to get all of the items, but it was worth it to further her favor with the Lord Holder.
"Is he sure he won't need it," Bryvin asked jokingly. He had his own clutch of children and a beautiful wife who was no where near done with her child bearing Turns. He walked around the room checking each item and making appreciative noises. "Well done Yriadha," his eyes grazed her appreciatively. "You certainly have talent."
Yriadha didn't meet his eyes, instead inclining her head once again to accept his compliment. "Thank you my Lord. I do hope it meets with your approval." She clasped her hands near her waist, looking for all intents and purposes to be demure and meek in his presence.
Bryvin's lips twisted in amusement. She was behaving herself and working toward restoration so he'd accept her posture at face value. "It does, and thank you for your effort."
Yriadha inwardly chafed at the posture she was forced to present. Submission had never been her strong suit and the small smirk on his lips made her skin crawl with rebellion. Instead of revealing her thoughts, she dug the nails of one hand into her palm to distract herself from her own initial reactions. "Will you need anything else
for the nursery?"
"Only some information," he said knowing her spirit wasn't broken just hiding around him. While he had wanted to see that behavior initially, it was her spirit that had attracted Bryvin in the first place. Spirit and rebellion weren't the same thing and perhaps it was time she also realized that.
"I'm guessing you've never been hit before," he said in a deceptively soft voice.
That startled her and she finally met his gaze with a flash of indignation shining through. Her chin lifted, but her nails dug deeper into her palm even as she tried to control the words wanting to force themselves out of her lips. Her eyes twitched slightly even as she managed some control and exhaled. This time she did not drop her eyes; her pride, sorely wounded, would not allow it. "My Lord was the first to do so."
He nodded with a half smile. "I thought so." His eyes narrowed. "Meekness doesn't suit you."
Yriadha visibly bit the inside of her cheek, hard. "My Lord's instructions were quite clear in regards to how I was to behave."
"Obedience," he said the single word.
"And have I not been obedient, my Lord?" Yriadha wasn't completely able to keep her voice demure. There was a hint of challenge in it that she couldn't contain.
"While I can can say yes to that," he crossed his arms, "I can say the way you've gone about it has made you... less." He put no emphasis on the last word, just disappointment.
Her temper visibly bloomed in her cheeks. "Perhaps my Lord should make up his mind on what he desires from me then." The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them, but she didn't apologize and her eyes didn't lower.
"Oh I think you know my desires," his eyes crinkled. "At least as well as I know yours." He shifted his weight to his other leg and smirked at her. "But you went too far with your own persona agenda and involved yourself in my business. That isn't allowed, Yriadha."
"My Lord made himself clear and it will not happen again." The words were crisp even as Yriadha lifted her chin, face still flushed. "And I do not think my Lord knows my desires at all. " At the moment, she wanted nothing more than to slap the knowing look off of his face. She was furious at him, especially at the mention of his own desires. Damn the man! He was infuriating and she could do little about it.
"Oh really?" His smirk grew. "I could ask you to enlighten me," he said taking a step closer. "But you don't really talk much once I spread you. It's more gasping, groaning and sighing."
Her mouth parted and her first instinct was to take a step back away from him, but she stood her ground. Her cheeks remained pink, more now from a mixture of embarrassment, immediate arousal and remaining anger. "You assume that I still want you to spread me. There are
several men to chose from to take to my bed." Her breathing quickened as she stood in her place, hands wound in her skirts.
"Oh I don't think so," he shook his head. "You're mine as long as I say so," he took another step closer. "But you can keep telling yourself you don't want me to touch you and send you screaming into the clouds again and again." He leaned forward as she stood stiffly and whisper in her ear. "You're a passionate feline Yriadha," he practically purred. "Tell me you don't want it."
"I'm not yours." She swallowed hard as he approached, and shook her head stubbornly until he leaned over her and whispered in her ear. She gasped softly at the breath and gave a visible shuddering swallow. "I.." She swallowed again and inhaled through her teeth with a soft whimper. "You are an ass...my Lord." Her hands lifted from her skirts on their own to grasp at his waist.
His arm went around her to pull her hard against him. "You _are_ mine," he ground out. "We are both not nice people," he said before he kissed her.
She was about to deny his claim, but his mouth was on her and his body was hard against her own. She felt a burst of anger at him and nipped his lower lip hard. Then she groaned in response, answered his kiss and clutched at his back with eager hands. Yriadha was angry at him still, and it was obvious, but it was just as obvious that she could not deny her desire for him.
Last updated on the November 30th 2015