Sticky Mercies

Writers: Miriah, Suzee
Date Posted: 21st May 2019

Characters: D'hol, Timassa
Description: Timassa distracts D'hol from working in the best way
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 11, day 8 of Turn 9
Notes: Mentioned: Urlene

D'hol

Timassa

~*~

After a week of doing nothing, D'hol was going nearly insane with
boredom. Looking at it positively, his weyr had never been as clean,
but there was only so long he could be idle. Determined not to waste
any more time, he found himself in his office sifting through hides.
Perhaps he didn't move as quickly and sitting wasn't entirely
comfortable, but his mind was kept busy.

"I don't think you're supposed to be doing that yet," Timassa said
from the door.

He glanced up, a cup of klah halfway to his mouth. "She said light
duty, not no duty." He took a sip of the klah and peered at recent
reports that he'd missed.

Timassa stepped into the office and toward the desk. "Bored at home,"
she smiled.

"Faranth yes." He sighed and put the hide he held down. "I'm not used
to doing nothing. It's driving me insane." He leaned back, he hand
pressing against the healing incision covered by his shirt. "I don't
do anything else but this."

"Yes you can," she said mildly. "When was Yumath's last bath?"

His brows rose just a little as he gave a wry lift of his lips. "Do
you think he'd go without a bath? Two days ago." His lips thinned just
a little. "A few of the candidates had to help, since I can't climb
up on him yet. I've also cleaned my weyr, dusted, and read every
single book that I have." He pointed at the stack of hides. "If you've
another suggestion, I'll gladly consider it."

"Hmmm, well," she said rolling her eyes to the side like she was
thinking. "Maybe you need some sort of stimulation."

His brows went even higher, catching the meaning immediately. "I
would love 'stimulation', but if these stitches are pulled, I may end
up back in the infirmary." He leaned forward, his eyes filled with
interest. "Any ideas about how to keep that from happening?"

"Oh," she smiled and winked. "I always have ideas," she said and
licked her lips suggestively.

"Ah...." He rose, moving around his desk to approach her. Sliding
his hand down her side, D'hol settled his hand on her hip. "Care to
share those ideas for distracting me from my office, then?"

"Well it's not something we should do in your office for sure," she
chuckled and removed his hand gently. "But I think you get the drift
pretty well. Meet you back in your weyr in say... half a candlemark?"

He accepted the removal with grace and inclined his head in agreement.
"No, certainly not." His lips quirked. "I'll see you there in half a
candlemark then."

Timassa went to the kitchens and true to her word she appeared at
D'hol's door at the appointed time. "D'hol?"

"Come in." He looked up from his table, eyes appearing over some of
the hides he'd decided to bring with him. At the sight of her, he put
them down in neat stack and rose with a wry, unapologetic smile. "I'm
relaxing. I swear. "

"Why don't I believe you," she chuckled.

"I think you've figured me out." He moved behind her and closed the
door. "Now, tell me about this idea of yours."

"Oh I think you have a pretty good imagination," she said turning to
face him. "After all these turns. You've probably had a fair number of
lovers who would do the work for you. After all, we wouldn't want to
pop any stitches and send you back to the tender mercies of Master
Urlene now would we?"

"Faranth, no. I think that woman missed her calling as a whip master
with that tongue of hers." That brought a soft laugh. "I do have a
good imagination on what can be done with tongues though.." D'hol
tilted his head. "And, I think we can work it where we both end
up...satisfied." He took her hand and kissed her knuckles. "Care to
try?"

"Of course and I did bring this fruit," she held up her basket. "And
whipped cream to tempt your poor appetite. Poor thing, you just
aren't eating enough." She grinned with a twinkle in her eye. "I
wouldn't want to leave until we've eaten every last bit."

Her grin was answered by his own flash of teeth. He was suddenly very
glad that he had his own bathing chamber because he was very certain
that both of them were about to get very sticky. "I do have a sweet
tooth. I think this..." He took the fruit from her and led her to his
bed, "will hit just the right spot. "

"Good," she continued to smile. "Now let me take care of you."

He spread his hands in acquiescence. "I'm at your command, of course."

She squinted her eyes at him suspiciously then laughed. "Alright, clothes off!"

D'hol chuckled and complied, though it took him a little more time to
pull his shirt off. He was still sore and expected he would be so for
a while. After he was bare, he left himself to Timassa's sticky
mercies.

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