I Am Yours (PG-17) (PG-17)

Writers: Miriah, Suzee
Date Posted: 12th May 2019

Characters: Yriadha, Bryvin
Description: Yriadha goes to Bryvin before Stenlis' arrival
Location: Sunstone Seahold
Date: month 11, day 13 of Turn 9
Notes: Mentioned: Stenlis
PG-17 for references to intimacy
Rating: PG-17

Yriadha

Bryvin

Late in the evening, Yriadha made her decision. She couldn't sleep,
not with knowing that she'd have to see him, smile at him, and pretend
all was well in only a few candlemarks. Tired of pacing her chambers,
she padded down the hall on quiet feet. She'd never approached him in
his chambers, didn't know how he'd react, but she had to see Bryvin.
Swallowing, she knocked softly.

Bryvin was rarely disturbed once he'd retired for the night so the
knock was unexpected. Still, he swung his legs over the side of the bed
and tossed on his robe before opening the door. "Yriadha," he asked
puzzled. Then he reached for her arm and pulled her into the room.
"What is going on?"

"I know I wasn't invited, but I needed to speak to you, Bryvin."
Yriadha spoke softly as the door was closed behind her. Her face was
pinched as she turned to look at him. Her eyes flicked over him,
taking in the state of his undress. When she had come here, she hadn't
known quite what she was going to say or how she was going to say it.
But her eyes rose to his face and she lifted her chin. Hands lifted to
her own robe, tugged the laces open and let it fall to the floor at
her feet. She was bare beneath and she looked him directly in his
eyes, a faint glimmer in her own. "I need to know that I'm yours,
Bryvin." She took a step forward and laid her hands on his chest. "I
need to know that you won't let anyone else have me. That I
belong to you and no one will spread my thighs but you." Her
fingers curled in the robe. "Take me back from him, Bryvin." She
pressed a soft kiss against his chest at the opening of the robe. "My
Lord."

"Beauty," he said his pet name for her and pulled her gently against
him. He wasn't quite certain she was ready to participate in their
usual play but that wasn't the only thing he could offer her. He
smoothed tendrils of her hair back behind one ear in a tender gesture,
He reached out to lock the door, then he picked her up and carried her
to his bed. Once he deposited her there, He drew the bed curtains
around them. "You _are_ mine Yriadha."

Laying back in his bed, Yriadha couldn't help the nervous quaver she
felt in her belly. There were fears she couldn't voice, that she
wouldn't be able to find pleasure again, or that she wouldn't be able
to enjoy his touch without remembering. But oddly enough, she felt no
fear that Bryvin would hurt her. She didn't know when she had given
over that trust in him, or when she had begun to crave the dominance
he wielded so skillfully and her own relinquishment of control to his
power. But she did know that for the upcoming sevenday, for her to
face Stenlis and do what she needed to get vengeance, she needed to
fully feel anchored and certain of her place. Yriadha held out her
arms to Bryvin, beckoning him to her. "Please, Bryvin."

He climbed into the bed and pulled her gently against him. "Yriadha,"
he said softly as his hands roamed up and down her back. He was
prepared to stop at even a hint of stiffness. "You are mine," he
lifted one hand to the side of her face and tasted her lips.

She was not used to such soft gentleness from him; their unions were
typically such intense, tempestuous or sometimes savage meetings, that
the light touches disarmed her. Her lips moved against his, hands
sliding to his shoulders to welcome him. His words eased and soothed
her, and she welcomed his claim of ownership with a soft sigh. "I am
yours."

~*Fade to Black*~

Ah surrender, it was sweet as he claimed her. He felt it happen when
she relaxed in his arms. She changed in an indefinable way and gave
him something she'd never given him before. He made gentle love to
her until they both were replete.

As her heartbeat slowed and she laid nestled against him, she felt
sated, relieved, and astonished. Sated from the lovemaking, and
it had been lovemaking, she realized with surprise, she had
surrendered to him in a way that she had never done before, with
anyone. She was relieved that she knew now that she could still find
pleasure in him, but astonished at the realization that had come to
her. She had thought she'd never have that feeling, and to recognize,
it to really feel _love_, shook her. She didn't speak of it, she
couldn't.

Bryvin lay next to her and gathered her close. Looking up into the
darkness he softly stroked her arm. Something new had happened
tonight. Yriadha was different. Of course, her experience at Stenlis'
hands had to have changed her. When she'd come to him this evening he
knew she was desperate to regain something she felt she'd lost and
he'd tried his best to give it to her. She was valuable to him and
while he rarely cared deeply about the people around him, there were
times when one or another of them became more than just valuable to
him. His feelings for her were warm and while he didn't use the word
'love' as a rule he did recognize its value. "How are you feeling
now," he asked softly.

She didn't lift her head, instead letting it rest against his
shoulder. She felt a closeness to him that she'd not before. Perhaps
it was because it was in his bed and he didn't immediately rise to
straighten himself and leave. It was rare that they rested together
afterwards. She debated on her answer for a moment and decided to be
honest. She spoke softly, feeling bare and vulnerable, but also
stronger. "Relaxed. Relieved and centered. I feared that I'd not be
able to feel pleasure again." She laid her hand lightly on his chest.
" Now I feel ready to do what I have to."

"You don't _have_ to do anything Yriadha." He turned toward her and
laid his cheek against her hair. "He'll get his due. I promise you
that." He didn't know how to explain his concern exactly. "Killing a
man changes you. It follows you and nags at your mind. I know,"

"Yes, I do." Her response was firm, though her voice was still soft.
"I can face him now and I'm not afraid of him." His touch brought
unspoken comfort, but she swallowed hard. "I want to hurt him like he
hurt me. I want to be able to look in his eyes and for him to know
that touching me was the worst mistake he ever made." Her voice broke
for just a moment before it cleared. "I want vengeance."

"And I've promised you vengeance," he said. "I'm just saying you don't
have to do it yourself."

She lifted her head slowly to look at his face, her hair spilling over
one shoulder in a thick mass. She pushed it away. "I want to see him
die, Bryvin. And you shouldn't do it, not in your position. You need
to be able to honestly deny it."

A slow smile spread across his features. "Are you protecting _me_?" he
asked. He shook his head and hugged her. "I adore you."

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