Rewind

Writers: Avery, Heather
Date Posted: 13th September 2019

Characters: Erivana, K'yne
Description: After Saibra leaves, K'yne thinks back to when Erivana first came to live with him
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 12, day 22 of Turn 9
Notes: Follows "Side B"

K'yne

K'yne sighed after Saibra stormed out and slammed the door. He could only imagine what Erivana was thinking, if she was awake and had heard their exchange. It had been slow between them, trying to get to know one another, but K'yne did not regret asking Erivana to move in with him....

*Flashback to earlier in m11*

Erivana had been living with K'yne for two sevendays now, having traded her weyr in to live in his spare room like they'd agreed. It had been nice of him to give up the second small room he was using for crafting for her. Despite the fact that it was supposed to be her home now, she still trod lightly, afraid she didn't really belong and that at any moment he was going to change his mind - to kick her out because she was too disruptive of him.

She'd tried not to take up too much space in this room - there was a single bed for her and a wooden dresser from the storerooms she'd put her clothes in and a small side table for a glows-basket and a glass of water. She didn't own much any more, after River Bluff. She had never bothered to try to go on a large push to replace so much of what she owned when she got to Dragonsfall. She didn't _need_ much - riding gear for her duties, and some casual wear for around the Weyr when she wasn't. The embrace of minimalism had been oddly soothing to her. Though she'd _have_ to be getting more as she got larger and needed to shift to maternity clothes. That's why she'd made space in the dresser, a whole drawer for what she'd get next.

Right now, she was sitting on her bed, poking listlessly at her project. She still went to drills in the Queen's Wing, and when she wasn't at drills, she stayed in the room working on knitting. That was a skill she was picking up from lessons from a young Weaver because she'd decided she wanted to make something for their child. Knitting wasn't going so great and she thought maybe she should embroider a plain blanket form the store-rooms instead. She could sew all right, from both straps-making and her craft. Maybe that would transfer over to a project better than learning a new skill.

She felt Seryth touch her mind at the same time - }:Arinoth's is coming home from drills,:{ the green volunteered from the ledge where she waited for her brown mate.

Her time of privacy was over for a bit, now, then. She was avoiding hanging out in the main part of his weyr all of the time where he'd _have_ to deal with her invading his space, but also she didn't want to just exist there without making any acknolwedgements towards him and his kindness.

She was weyrbred so she'd never had to worry about it. But she wondered if this was what it was like for hold girls, married to strange men, expected to live with them and cater to their needs. She was a greenrider, not a caverns worker or drudge; she wouldn't cook for him or do his laundry. But she did And she tried to help out by picking things up around the weyr to erase her presence, keep it clean. And she tried to socialize here and there, ask him about his day and check in on him. Sometimes they'd have dinner in private as she fished for things to say. She still didn't feel like she knew much about him.

The greenrider stood up and, leaving the knitting on the bed, came out to greet him.

"Hey," K'yne said as he came in, carrying a pair of Arinoth's riding straps over one shoulder. It had been difficult getting used to someone staying in his weyr after Turns of being a bachelor, but it was rather nice having someone else there when he came home, K'yne thought. He hadn't yet got to know Erivana as well as he would have liked, but then, she was much quieter than he had expected a greenrider to be. "How was your day?" he asked, setting the straps aside so that he could work on them later.

"There weren't wingdrills today, and I wasn't scheduled for a sweep run, so I spent it washing Seryth and then at a knitting lesson," she answered.

"You want to grab something to eat?" he asked.

"I'd had some snacks earlier, a sweet pastry, so I'm fine..." she started. She blinked, falling silent and thinking, as Seryth nudged at her.

"Were you thinking the Dining Cavern or here?"

"Oh, just whichever you preferred, but I guess if you're not hungry I'll just run down to the Dining Cavern and grab something." K'yne said as he walked over to the washbasin, rolled his sleeves up over his arms and began washing his hands.

She looked over at him and unable to meet his face even in profile, looked down at his arms as he washed them, and got distracted by the muscles there. "I could be up for eating here with you, if it's not a bother."

K'yne looked down and frowned a little at his shirt before unbuttoning it and sliding it off so he could wash up to his elbows and around his neck. "That's fine," he said, glancing at her over his shoulder, "just make a list of what you would like and I'll bring it up."

She swallowed at the look of him shirtless, now, bare-chested and with water dripping on him. "Something wrong with your shirt?"

"It has a stain, apparently I missed my mouth with my klah this morning," he shot a grinning look at her as he finished washing up and used the small hand towel at the basin to pat his arms and chest dry.

Erivana summoned up the courage to lightly tease him even as her mouth went dry looking at him. "Were you distracted by important wing business?"

The brownrider chuckled as he draped the towel back over the basin and turned to face her. "Probably, or yelling at a wingrider, I do that pretty well." As K'yne looked down at Erivana's warm brown eyes, he couldn't help but wish that things were different between them. If they were just wingriders, he would have something smooth to say, or he would take her out on a date, or proposition her for some time between his sheets. Instead, with her pregnant with his child, and having agreed to live with him so he could help her during her pregnancy, he felt wary of making her feel 'obligated' in any way. **This is why you date _before_ you live with someone, K'yne,** he told himself.

"I suppose I should be glad I'm not in your wing, to be yelled at," she said.

Turning away from him, she reached for a scrap of hide and wrote down a couple things she felt in the mood for, in case the kitchens had any of them.

K'yne wandered into his room to retrieve a shirt while Erivana made her list. He could not imagine ever yelling at her for anything. She was always so quiet and thoughtful. The brownrider returned with a white shirt on, buttoning it as he approached. "All set?"

"Yes. Thank you." She handed it over and twisted her hands around each other. "Should I clean or do anything while you're gone ?"

"It's your weyr too now," he reminded her. "If you want to do something, do it, if you're too tired, leave it, and we'll tackle it together another day."

"If you're going to get dinner, I wanted to do something nice," she said.

K'yne looked around. "How about setting the table for us?" He suggested as he took a step toward her, dropped a kiss to the top of her head and made to leave. Then it hit him, why had he done that? Even though it wasn't a romantic type of kiss, it was the type of gesture one would expect between a couple that was in a relationship or at least two people who were very comfortable with one another. "I'll be right back," he said, hoping she hadn't sensed his confusion.

She froze under the gesture, stilling like a wherry that knew it was seen by the dragon and was waiting for the strike. "Okay," she managed to force out through suddenly numbed lips. She held that pose till he left...then got up and began to set up the table, preparing it fairly mechanically while thoughts raced through her head. He'd kissed her! He'd. Kissed. Her. On top of the head, but, still. What did it mean...?

When he came back, she had in fact successfully set up the table, setting out some water, and was waiting in a chair for him.

"I think," K'yne said as he re-entered the weyr some time later, "that I have everything you requested." The brownrider set the basket in the middle of the table and took the chair beside of Erivana.

The greenrider beamed up at him. "Thank you," she said, looking genuinely pleased. "I hope it didn't put you out too much."

K'yne waved off the thanks as he opened the basket and began setting out the things that he had brought back. "That's what I'm here for."

She hadn't thought she was hungry but then her eyes lit up when she saw the flaky rolls he had found. "Oh, those were a good idea..." She couldn't wait.

She fidgeted, smoothing the toes of her left foot over the top of her right foot, and said, "Oh, did I mention the Healers' appointment next sevenday to make sure the heartbeat is still well and all?"

"I won't miss it," K'yne vowed.

"Thank you," she said. "The appointments are always a little, well..." She scuffed her foot along the floor. "A bit embarrassing."

The brownrider tipped his head as he bit into a meatroll. "Why is that?"

"I'm always worried that the Healers are going to find something wrong with me. And they're very probing into sensitive places. It's nice I can hold your hand."

K'yne was glad that his presence in the appointments made her feel better. He often felt as though he did not know how to help Erivana, even though he very much wanted to support her. "I like being there," he confessed.

"I'm glad." She gave him another shy smile - which was marred by a wince as she shifted slightly and felt her lower back muscles cramp up.

He noted her movements. "Back hurt?"

She nodded. "I get sore sometimes, it's just been happening."

"I can try to rub it out if you would like," he offered.

"If you wouldn't mind," she said, hope in her tone even as she cast her eyes down so she didn't quite have to look at him. "I'm sorry to distract from dinner."

"Why don't you come stretch out on my bed where I can reach your back?" K'yne then quirked an eyebrow. "No funny business, unless you ask," he winked.

She pushed herself up to her feet and said, "All right, I'll trust you." She let him lead the way into his room and his bed - it seemed only polite - and then sat tentatively on the edge of his bed. She was suddenly, acutely aware of how she wasn't really used to being touched, at all. Casual bedding had never been her thing. And while he'd touched her sometimes after she'd told him the baby was being kept, with hugs, with him holding her hands during appointments. But they hadn't touched intimately at all since the flight that had caused all of this.

K'yne could sense her hesitancy, it was really the first time she had been in his bedroom, after all. "Don't be shy, stretch out on your stomach."

"Okay," she said, shifting so she was lying down on her stomach and stretch out. She wriggled her ankles a little, flexing them and her toes, and buried her face in his pillow. It smelled different from hers, a little like musk and spice or something, she thought.

Even though he had promised no funny business, and had really had all intentions of nothing more than a backrub, K'yne had to admit to himself that his bed looked good with Erivana in it. Pulling off his boots, he crawled onto the bed, straddling her legs, and nudged her shirt up so he could begin stroking at the base of her spine, moving upwards with strong fingers.

She tensed slightly under the weight of him on her legs, feeling nervy about how close he was. But then his hands started touching her, working magic. "Ohhh," she said, letting out a half-moan after just a few strokes. "Oh, thank you."

"Mhm, anytime," he replied, absolutely meaning it. Her skin was soft, like satin, which he had not been able to appreciate in the hazy frenzy of a mating flight.

"Your hands are amazing. How'd you get good at this?" she murmured, relaxing under him, the tension at being under him in bed flowing out of her.

"I'm a tanner, I work with my hands a lot," K'yne said, a smile evident in his voice.

"I can tell," she said. Her head turned slightly and mashed farther into his pillow and she sighed out again in clear pleasure. She'd never been touched like this. By anyone. Ever.

"Seryth has a flight soon, doesn't she?" he asked.

She hadn't even thought about that and she twitched, one leg kicking. "Ah...yes, it's been about that time hasn't it. Maybe...next month?"

"Are you wanting Arinoth to win that?" K'yne asked, honestly curious. He understood if she wanted the opportunity for someone else, that was the nature of a flight, but he also knew how shy she was and he would do everything he could to encourage Arinoth to chase.

}:You don't have to encourage me. I'll catch her.:{ Arinoth said with his typical confidence.

}:I want him to catch me again,:{ Seryth sent. The green pulsed out a wave of emotions and the hazy memory of flightlust and rising need to her rider, and shifted on the ledge to rub muzzles with Arinoth.

She turned her head more, so that she could look at him out of one eye without having to roll over. "Well, Seryth wants it. And...it worked out pretty well this time." To her surprise, she cracked him a smile.

The feelings of their dragons felt nice and only served to flame the thought that K'yne had earlier about Erivana being in his bed. "It did," he agreed with her assessment. "We could try to help them out to make sure Arinoth wins?" he suggested.

"I'd like that," she said, her cheeks flushing pink. "I know we can't totally control flights, but I already like you so...anything for an edge, right?"

"Right," K'yne agreed, he didn't have ulterior motives.. mostly.

"How should we do this?" she asked shyly, remembering how she was still new to, well, everything.

Fortunately, K'yne had no trouble leading in the bedroom. "Like this." He said, moving away from her for a moment to roll her onto her back. His eyes never left hers as he settled down beside her, hooked a finger beneath her chin and kissed her softly.

She shivered, feeling exposed and undone by the way he was holding her eyes, how he was pressing his lips agaisnt hers. Erivana had no trouble parting her lips and letting him take control, leading it from a light touch to a deeper, more passionate kiss that seemed to go on and on until she was panting under him, breathless.

While he kissed her, K'yne's left hand unbuttoned her shirt, his fingers sweeping the front plackets out of his way as he ran his finger down her abdomen and traced along the edge of her pants.

She shivered a bit, a mix of arousal and nerves and just the sensation of cool air. "Yes," she whispered.

Last updated on the September 23rd 2019

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