The Perfect Leverage

Writers: Bree, Eimi
Date Posted: 7th November 2006

Characters: V'lorn, Maurgen
Description: When V'lorn sees that Maurgen has arrived at Turn's End on the Weyrleader's arm, he decides to remind her of just how much leverage he has over her.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 13, day 29 of Turn 3

J'darin had seemed worried that Maurgen would feel slighted when he had to go and do his duty as the Weyrleader in a few dances with various important people. In fact, she'd been vaguely relieved at the chance to slip back into the shadows with a glass of wine. The shadows were a lot more comfortable than being in the middle of the celebrations, the focus of so many eyes. An arm slipped around her middle as a warm body pressed up against her back. A voice whispered softly in her ear. "Well now, Maurgen. Don't you look stunning tonight."

Maurgen stiffened at the familiar voice, her entire body suddenly trembling with tension. "Let go of me. Now." She kept her voice quiet, not wanting to cause a scene, but the bitter loathing in the words was impossible to miss.

"Don't worry, I'm not planning to haul you into a dark corner and have my way with you. But I couldn't help but notice that we're already half way there..." White teeth flashed in the dim light as V'lorn grinned at the harper.

She refused to turn and look at him. "You don't get to have your way with me at all."

Oh, but they both knew better. "You know, I couldn't help but notice you came on the arm of the Weyrleader tonight. Moving up in the ranks, I see."

Maurgen tried to shrug him off again. "It's not any of your business who I came here with."

"Ah, but I see that you have a very nice dress on tonight." The bluerider traced a finger along the low neckline. "I learned that lesson myself when I was young - sex really can buy you power."

Her cheeks flushed angrily as she knocked his hand away. "I didn't do anything like that to get this dress. It was a gift."

"A gift after you bedding the Weyrleader, I'd wager. So tell me," the finger found its way back to her neckline, "did he appreciate everything I'd taught you?"

She shuddered in spite of her best attempts not to react. As if she'd ever let J'darin have the slightest idea of the sort of things V'lorn had taught her. Sometimes the memories could still make her cheeks burn with shame. Maybe she'd reached a place where sex didn't embarrass her, but V'lorn had some fairly exotic tastes... His finger began teasingly tracing lower. "You know, I can't help but remember the last time you and I were together. You hadn't forgotten a thing. In fact, it almost seemed like you missed it."

This time she didn't bother slapping at his fingers. She planted a hand in the middle of his chest and shoved him away, hard. "Leave me alone, V'lorn. I don't want to see you and I don't want to talk to you." And she really, _really_ did not want to touch him. "So can that bronzerider with a lump of fire stone up his ass actually satisfy all your tastes? Does..." he leaned in and lowered his voice ominously, "Does J'darin even _know_?"

That snapped Maurgen's head around for the first time, eyes going wide with panic that she couldn't quite hide no matter how desperately she tried. She knew by now that V'lorn could use her emotions against her with an expertise that was frightening. But trying to hide them was useless... he had turns of practice and the ruthless willingness to use it. "V'lorn, you wouldn't..."

"I might give him a few pointers. You know, help him along, for old time's sake." The bluerider was pretty sure it was safe to approach her again. She wouldn't push him away _now_.

Maurgen's shoulders stiffened. "What do you _want_?" she demanded in a low hiss. "I can't do anything tonight anyway, V'lorn. He'll be back soon. And you can't be here when he is."

"Oh, I don't want anything tonight, Maurgen." He nade a slowly, almost predatory circle around her, looking at just how nicely that fancy dress accentuated her best features. The bluerider could imagine the rest. "But I'm sure we'll run into each other again soon. I'm sure you'll want to come to me sometime within the next sevenday or so to wish me a Happy New Turn and reminisce about old times. And if you don't, well,"
he shrugged a shoulder as he passed around behind her once more. "If you don't I could always come find you. Maybe at the Weyrleader's weyr. Hey, do you think he could be convinced to include me in some night? You know." He pulled her back against him once more and whispered in her ear. "For old times sake."

"Please, no. Don't do this V'lorn." She closed her eyes, trying to gather the shreds of her composure. It was useless, though. V'lorn knew how to play her better than the finest harper with his favorite instrument. It had always been like, from the very first time she'd set eyes on him when she'd been barely sixteen. "Why don't you come by after the next Threadfall. I usually am a bit tense afterwards, and company relaxes me." He pressed himself even closer to her body. "Wear something I gave you. I'm sure you saved at least _something_ hidden in the back of your closet..."

"And if I agree, you'll go away?" She couldn't tell what was worse. That she was considering it, or that he was right and some tiny part of her actually wanted to. She loathed V'lorn and everything about him, but no one else would ever know the sort of things about her that he did. That was a certainty, because she'd die of mortification if anyone else found out.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. Let's just say, I'll go away for now. But really, Maurgen, what choice do you have? If I don't satisfy your needs, you'd have to tell that prim and proper Weyrleader how do it. And wouldn't he be shocked to hear of the many ways you could put a proddy greenrider to shame?" He kissed the flesh of her neck softly as he released her. "You'll be there."

"J'darin's coming back," she said shortly, trying desperately to hide her need to curl up in a ball and weep from shame. Shards, she had to compose her self before J'darin reached her side. "Just go. I'll talk to you later." V'lorn wasn't going to push it. He didn't want to risk the possibility that the Weyrleader would actually find them. The bluerider had found the perfect leverage over her. Why waste it before its time? He left her with a grin of smug self-satisfaction. **She'll come.** She always had...

Last updated on the November 7th 2006

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