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Writers: Miriah, Suzee
Date Posted: 6th September 2019

Characters: D'hol, Timassa
Description: D'hol's healing gets tested
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 12, day 8 of Turn 9

D'hol

Timassa

She came back to his weyr with the pail of oil and paddle after having
washed and oiled Yumath. The big bronze fairly glowed in the setting
sun and Timassa pushed back her hair as she entered from the ledge.

Saryolth cuddled up to the bronze and Timassa's eyes went soft. So she
was smiling when she rounded the corner to where D'hol sat.

"Are you supposed to be working yet," she asked.

D'hol's head lifted from the stack of hides he'd pilfered and almost
managed a guilty look. "Well...Not going /between/ yet, but I can do
other things." Glancing at the bucket and paddle, he put down the hide
he held in his hand. "I told you that you didn't have to do that,
Timassa. But thank you." He rose, the healing scar pulling just a
little, but only enough to twinge. "Need a drink? Oiling Yumath can be
thirsty work."

She shrugged, "I know," she half smiled. "But I've been injured and he
looked like he'd like a bath and good oiling." She dropped the pail in
it's place and hung up the paddle. "I could use a drink," she smirked
at the hides and took a seat across from him pulling the hides to her.
"You must be really bored to be looking at this stuff," she chuckled.

He shook his head, pouring her a cup of cool water before handing it
to her. "No, I do it every day. I look over your reports and
K'deren's, go over drill reports..." He shrugged. "It's part of my
duties." He bent carefully and brushed his lips over hers. "Thank you
for your help."

"It's what friends are for," she said lightly with a smile in her
eyes. "But you really shouldn't push it you know." She didn't want to
say more than that. She'd been injured and knew how it chafed to be
out when you felt like you weren't doing your job. "We've got this."

"I'm not. I think I'd be reamed over burning firestone if I tried."
The smirk on his face grew. "I did have a question for you though,
Timassa." He settled a hand on her hips, tilting his head to study
her. "I'm being transferred to the new Weyrhold that is being built.
We could use you there."

She thought of her nephew for a moment but knew he was doing well
where he was. They'd made a great deal of progress so she didn't feel
the need to be right there practically on top of him anymore. Her eyes
crinkled into a smile. "I've visited it," she said. "With K'ran just
awhile ago. It's going to be beautiful there." She nodded. "I think
I'd like to come with you," she said.

A satisfied smile lifted his lips. "Good. I was hoping you would, but
since you just got here I wasn't sure you'd want to. I hate to take a
good Wingthird from K'deren, but there's other potentials he can
choose from within the wing. And we work well together." His hand
stroked along her back. "In more than one way. I don't have many
friends, but I count you as one, as well as a lover. I'm glad you'll
come."

"Thanks," she said and winked at him. He was quite talented both as a
leader and as a lover. Even better he was not in the least possessive
so she felt free to give as much as she could and that was good
enough. No strings was just the way she wanted it to be. "I like you
D'hol," she quirked a lopsided smile. "Besides, I think J'ackt can
use some space just now."

"You know the boy better than I do." D'hol shrugged. "I'd understand
if you wanted to stay." His thumb traced her lower back. "Would you
care to help me test how much I've healed?" He tapped his abdomen with
his free hand. "Scar seems sturdy enough and and it's not as sore. I
do need to keep up with exercise."

"Alright," she smirked. "But at the first sign of pain on your face
I'm calling the healers."

"You're a cruel woman, Timassa." He chuckled. "But I wasn't talking
about just that. My arms need a bit of exercise too." He patted her
bottom companionably. "I think, for all your help with Yumath, you
might just have earned a massage, don't you?"

"Oh Thaaat," she drew out the word and chuckled. "Of course and it
will help you get a bit of exercise."

"Of course," he readily agreed. "Now, all I need is some oil, but I
think we have plenty of that, and you...without clothing. Think you
can handle that part?"

"Absolutely," she grinned and proceeded to remove her clothing... slowly.

Tilting his head, he watched her, not moving to get the oil had had
suggested earlier. Shifting slightly, he gestured to the bed. "You
keep doing that and the massage may be shorter than I planned."

Her eyebrow lifted as a victorious smile spread from her eyes to her
mouth and she turned to the bed. At least she could be certain things
were 'working' as they should. She'd tried that self same test on him
at various times since the surgery. She'd been told that when the
evidence presented itself it was likely alright to proceed as long as
there was no pain for him. She dropped her clothing onto the nearby
chair then climbed onto the bed laying face down with her hands under
her cheek.

His eyes lingered on her bare back before reaching for the oil in his
cabinet. Shucking his shirt and tossing it negligently to the side, he
knelt on the bed beside her. Dribbling the oil down the line of her
spine, he proceeded to knead and stroke along the lines of her back,
broad hands and callused thumbs gently digging into the muscle.

She groaned in response to the tingles as his fingers found the knots
in her back. She closed her eyes and felt herself relax into the
experience. "Oh, that feels good," she said.

D'hol chuckled as he moved to lower back, stroking fingers finding the
muscles with ease. "Good. Just don't go to sleep, Timassa." He paused,
"well, if you do, I can assure you that I'll wake you."

"Good to know," she murmured, already half asleep. "I'll think about it."

Chuckling softly, he moved to massage the backs of her thighs, working
his way down to her calves and then the bottom of her feet. He took
his time, kneading her instep with firm strokes of his thumbs. "You're
getting as limp as a noodle."

"Thas good," she said only half aware. His hands really were very very good.

"I don't want you limp." D'hol grinned and lightly patted her bottom,
then moved to gently roll her over. He examined the treasure on his
bed, his grin widening. He levered himself over her, supporting
himself on his elbows, then lightly nipped her lower lip. "Wake up,
Timassa. I think it's exercise time."

"I don't want you limp either," she grinned as she rolled over and
wrapped her arms around his neck.

He chuckled and glanced down between them. "I think it's very very
obvious that Im not. " He found her lips with his.

"Good thing," she said and kissed him back.

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