He Meant It

Writers: Devin, Miriah
Date Posted: 22nd October 2019

Characters: Cosani, J'ackt
Description: Cosani makes sure J'ackt meant what he said
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 11, day 19 of Turn 9
Notes: Mentioned: Alina

Cosani

J'ackt

T was hard to keep anything quiet in a Weyr, especially when it
involved an infamous bronzerider. The news filled Cosani with unease,
and then she scolded herself for caring that much. What if it didn't
change anything? J'ackt had said he wasn't giving her up. But what if
he'd been lying, or he'd changed his mind?

The uncertainty ate at her, so when she spotted him alone in the
Weyrbowl she steeled herself and walked over. "I heard you got
weyrmated." She tried to keep her tone casual.

J'ackt watched Zith feed with crossed arms the blood spattered across
Zith's muzzle not even garnering a twitch from the man. At Cosani's
approach he turned his head and when she drew up beside him, his arm
slipped around her waist without a thought. "Yeah, I did." His thumb
stroked against her waist as he watched Zith disembowel the herdbeast
with relish.

She hoped that touch was a sign. "You still mean what you said?"

He turned his head to look at her and arched a brow. He blinked,
realizing what she meant and then bent his head to catch her mouth
with his. It was deep, hungry and thick with sensuality and as he
pulled away, his voice was husky. "I meant it. Alina knows. We talked
about it."

"Good." The tightness in her chest eased and she wrapped an arm around
his waist as well. "You look a little more recovered."

"I'm feeling better. Been cleared for the Queens Wing, but not for
flaming yet. My arms not strong enough for firestone bags just yet."

"But you can fly again. That's good." She ran a finger up his chest.
"Does that mean you're also more capable in other activities?"

The chuckle he gave was low and filled with suggestion even as his
hand stroked up her side. "Oh yes. Definitely. Care to test it while
Zith is occupied? I think I still owe you, don't I?"

A wicked grin spread across her face. "You do." She had so many
wonderful ideas for things they could do together. "I suppose we
should use my weyr so she won't walk in on us."

"Yes, we'll have to." His hand lingered to cup at her bottom, then
gave the firm roundness a light squeeze. "Then let's go. It's been a
while."

~*~

Cosani lay sweaty and satisfied. J'ackt wasn't fully functional, but
he was much more his old self than the last time they'd had sex. And
now she knew she wasn't going to be cast aside for his weyrmate -- for
now, at least. "Mmm... that was a good start." She looked at him with
a gleam in her eyes.

That brought a low chuckle as J'ackt lay back, one arm thrown over
his head. "A start? Faranth, woman, give me some time to work back
up to full strength." He rolled his head to look at her, satisfaction
written all over his grin.

"You need proper exercise to get back in shape, and I'm happy to train
you." Cosani slid a hand up his chest.

His brows rose. "I'll bet." He chuckled, grabbing her hand to kiss her
knuckles. "You're insatiable, you know that?" J'ackt rolled to face
her. "Are you trying to wear me out?"

"I'm trying to build your stamina so you can keep up with me." She
gave him a sly grin.

"Really." He stroked her side, running his hand down to cup her
bottom. "I can't spend all night this time as much as I might like to.
I do have to limit myself. But..." he stroked her thigh, "maybe I can
work on my stamina a bit more."

"That's what I like to hear." Her fingers trailed down his stomach.
"And if one part of you gets tired, there are other parts we can use."

His muscles jerked under her touch as his body tried to comply with
unspoken request, but didn't quite fully awaken. Instead, he leaned to
lightly trail his lips over her neck. "Lay back, we'll work on the
other parts for a while."

"It is important to train the _whole_ body." Cosani stretched her arms
and tucked her hands behind her head. She loved how wonderfully
trainable J'ackt was.

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