Necessary Discretion

Writers: Miriah, Suzee
Date Posted: 13th June 2019

Characters: Urlene, Y'gel
Description: The two Healers come to an agreement about discretion
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 11, day 13 of Turn 9
Notes: Mentioned: Briata

Urlene

Y'gel

Just seeing him made her stomach clench pleasantly at the memory of
his touch, but she kept her expression neutral as she moved about the
infirmary, checking on injured riders. The Fall hadn't been too bad
this afternoon, and there weren't any serious injuries, but there was
a few scores she'd had to treat. Most of her work was done, but it
appeared that Y'gel wasn't as lucky as herself.

Calling over a senior journeyman, she nodded towards the dragon area
of the infirmary. "Silain, go see if you can help Y'gel, would you? He
looks taxed."

The journeyman healer jogged out to where the dragonhealers almost
seemed overwhelmed. "Anything I can do," he called as he came up to
Y'gel.

"Sure," Y'gel shot him a quick smile. "That little guy over there,"
his chin pointed to a junior weyrling brown not even half grown. "He
tripped over his wing and put a gash in the sail. Think you could get
a bit of numbweed on it so it stops hurting him until I can get to
him?" He nodded to the larger blue he was currently stitching. "This
one's a little more urgent."

Urlene watched from a distance, even as she slathered a final bit of
numbweed on a lightly scored rider. "You'll not need a dressing on
this. It's not bad. See to your dragon." She stepped away, washing her
hands once again before glancing up to check on the other side's
progress and then her own. All of the riders were being cared for and
none were in states of immediate urgency. Her fingers flexed as she
took one step in that direction, then another, but stayed far enough
from the dragons that she felt comfortable. "Y'gel, what can I do to
help?"

His eyes slid to her and softened for a moment. Then he looked over
her shoulder where Silain was helping the little brown. "I hate to ask
it of you," he said in a sympathetic and soft voice. "Do you think you
could help him with that little brown? He just needs a bit of
stitching. Aughashyth will control him for you."

She visibly paled at the idea, her pale skin going a bit green around
the mouth as her gaze flicked from Y'gel to the dragon that Y'gel had
described as "little". It looked massive to her. She glanced at
Silain, saw him waiting, and felt her stomach roil with anxiety.
Silain could stitch the thing without her assistance. He was competent
and looked far more comfortable than she would. But shaffit, she'd
made the decision to offer her help. Faranth, why had she done that?

Urlene's lips thinned, for a moment irrationally irritated with the
entire situation. Clenching her trembling fingers into fists, she
hurried forward, swallowing hard and trying to ignore everything else
around her. She fought against her rampaging stomach not to disgorge
its contents on the brown as she quickly brought up a needle and
thread, covered the wound with redwort and numbweed, and began
stitching. Focus allowed her to ignore her surroundings and the wound
was small, so it took little time to finish. As soon as it was tied
off, she rose and backed away, leaving Silain to finish. "Help Y'gel
with whatever else he needs." She hurried to her office, closed the
door, and retched into the closest bucket she could find.

Y'gel saw her bolt and closed his eyes for a moment. Perhaps he'd
pushed just a bit too hard. But he couldn't help but admire how she'd
handled the challenge. He turned back to finish what he was doing.
When he was done and had instructed the journeyman, he left to go find
her. He knocked on the door to her office. "Urlene?" he called.

She had just finished rinsing her mouth out and was attempting to calm
her nerves when she heard the knock on her door. She recognized the
voice immediately and smoothed sweaty palms down her skirts. She took
a slow breath before answering in a calm, steady voice. "Come in."

He opened the door and stepped inside. "How are you doing," he asked softly.

Still a little green around the mouth, Urlene's chin lifted. "I'm
fine, thank you."

He tried to hide a slight smile by looking at the floor while he
pressed his lips together. "Alright," he said finally. "If you're
sure."

She studied him for a moment before approaching, then reaching past
him to shut the door behind him. Only a few inches away from him and
without a moment's hesitation, she pulled his lips down to hers.

A slight moment of surprise and he responded by wrapping his arms
around her and deepening the kiss. He'd attributed their last
encounter to their heightened emotions from the very intense surgery
and the drinks. So, although he hadn't actively pursued an intimate
meeting with her he was quite intensely interested.

She pulled away slowly after the initial intense kiss, but still
remained in his arms. Laying her hands on his chest lightly, she blew
out a breath, then looked up at Y'gel again. "Sorry," she sounded
just a bit out of breath as she spoke and flicked her tongue over her
lower lip. "I shouldn't have done that, but..." Urlene gave a short
breathy laugh, "It's been on my mind for days."

A dimple formed on his cheek as one side of his mouth pulled up into a
smile. "I didn't mind," he answered. "But I didn't want to assume in
case you felt badly about what had happened before."

"Felt badly?" Her brows shot up and she gave a low, sensual chuckle.
"Hardly. Maybe I was sore the next day, but it was a good type of
sore." She arched a brow up at him. "I'd like to be sore again,
actually."

Having had both a Weyrbred and a Holdbred Weyrmate, Y'gel was aware of
a quite profound difference between Dragonriders and Holders. Urlene
had been _at_ the weyr for quite some turns but she herself had
admitted the many turns it had been since her last intimate
encounters. As a result, he had been very careful not to assume an
intimacy with the Master Healer that might only exist in his mind.

He knew he was larger than average and both men and women could be
attracted because of it. He was also quite thankful for his own
private bathing pool and never went naked into the weyrbowl. He hadn't
been so conservative when he was younger. Y'gel wasn't naturally
promiscuous like many other dragonriders. Of course, he enjoyed a
flight like any other rider. He just didn't spend his time seeking out
casual sex. His eyes softened and he pulled one hand from her back to
stroke the side of her face. He'd clearly understood her desire not
to be taken simply as a beautiful face. They had come together
initially not because he was well endowed and she was lovely but
because they'd found common ground and enjoyed each others company.

His hand slid to her shoulder and then down her arm to her hand and he
drew her to a nearby chair to sit on his knee. "I would enjoy that
very much," he smiled.

She sat on his knee, surprised that the position felt so comfortable
and that it brought no sense of imbalance in her sense of equality
between them. When she had been drinking, she'd not considered it,
but the thought flickered through her brain and was promptly
dismissed. "I sense a 'but' somewhere there." Her lips quirked
ruefully. "Your weyrmate?"

"I wouldn't hurt her," he said seriously. "She's had a great deal of
difficulty in her life with her prior relationships." He smiled. "I
love her," he added.

She nodded. "I understand. I don't want to cause any problems for you
or her and I didn't and don't expect any sort of romance from you,
Y'gel." She straightened, but didn't rise, her lips still quirked
upwards. "I'm not a young girl with stars in her eyes."

"And I'm a dragonrider," he leveled his gaze at her. "Not a holder. I
didn't promise to hold myself only to her for the rest of my life. We
all know I can't make that promise with any expectation of being able
to keep it. But that being said, I would want discretion if we decide
to pursue whatever this is. I desire you, Urlene. As a colleague, a
friend, and a lover. Can we spend time together and not shout the fact
to the Weyr? I can get cooperation from Aughashyth but other dragons
are quite chatty and Briata can hear them."

"Discretion would be what I would prefer as well," she admitted. "I'm
a private person myself, Y'gel, and I want to explore whatever this
is. I desire you as well as respect you and I have few real friends."
Hearing that he desired her in more than one way made her insides
clench, but she also felt a warmth flooding her. "And since I prefer
not to be around dragons, I don't think that that's a concern, to be
honest. Nor is pregnancy. " There was now a faint bitterness in her
bland smile. "I'm barren, so you're safe there. I can be discrete."

He could trust her fear of dragons in that regard, he knew. "I'm
sorry," he said with a hand on her abdomen. He didn't know whether
she'd wanted children and his comment was reflex. "Then I don't see
what's stopping us," he grinned. He glanced around the room. "Other
then the lack of a bed maybe."

There was a slight stiffness to her when he laid a hand on her belly.
The old familiar ache was felt, but the crispness of her voice
betrayed only a hint of it. "Don't be. I've accepted it." At his grin
though, she relaxed, then followed his gaze, lingering with
consideration on her desk, then down to the chair. "I would ask if a
bed was necessary, but..." She gestured at her door. "The door isn't
locked and I think for discretion's sake, we might need to behave
ourselves in the infirmary." Feeling daring, however, she brushed
her lips across his and trailed her hands to caress lightly below his
belt.

He felt the reaction but accepted her statement though maybe he didn't
quite believe her. He responded by cupping a breast and seeking its
peak with his thumb. "Besides," he said as they broke apart. "I need a
bath and to get rid of the smell of redwort and numbweed.

His touch made her shiver with a soft moan and a different ache
bloomed to replace the other. "After you bathe...perhaps you can come
and see my new quarters."

"I would like to see your quarters if I may, Master Urlene." Y'gel
punctuated his words with soft bites along her neck.

For an answer, she pulled his head back, hands in his hair to give him
a hungry kiss filled eager desire. She didn't care about the smells of
redwort or numbweed, they were a part of who they both were and
perhaps if she just turned and lifted her skirts...

A knock jolted her completely back to her senses. Scrambling out of
Y'gel's lap, she breathed a resentful curse directed solely at the
person on the other side of the door as she checked herself for any
mussing, patting down her hair and quickly smoothing her skirts.
"Yes?"

Silain called from the other side of the door. "We've got a broken arm
out here. What do you want us to do?"

Y'gel chuckled softly and lifted a brow. He was in no condition to
stand up at that moment.

It had to be a serious or compound break for Silain to be asking for
her help. "I'll be out in a moment to assist, Silain. Prep the birch
bark and any necessary tools, please. " Turning back to Y'gel, she
spoke softly. "You've turned me into a wanton, Bronzerider." She gave
a pointed look down to his lap and his obvious issue. She bent,
stroked her hand over him to give him something to think about, and
then pulled away. "I'll see you this evening." Giving him a lingering
kiss, she then hurried out, reverting to her outward cool calm to
deal with her next patient.

Y'gel chuckled. This Urlene was certainly different from the one she
projected to the world in general. He had to admit he found the
difference fascinating. He waited a few moments before rising and
making his way to his bath and some thinking.

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