Shut Up and Kiss Me

Writers: Bree, Eimi
Date Posted: 30th September 2005

Characters: Dyaera, D'cal
Description: Dyaera and D'cal enjoy a taste of the freedom senior weyrlinghood brings
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 8, day 6 of Turn 3

Tilarth had warned Dyaera of D'cal's arrival, so she'd had plenty of time to put on her most annoyed and betrayed face while he ventured into her sleeping room. When he peeked around the door, she glared at him from where she was propped up on her side on a stack of pillows. "You didn't tell me!"

D'cal had been in a surprisingly good mood until he saw the look on Dyaera's face. "Didn't tell you what?" he asked as he pulled up a chair.

"You went /between/! And you didn't tell me!"

"Well, of course I went /between/, Dyaera. It's part of training after all." He didn't meet her eyes as he picked up a pillow that had fallen to the floor.

"But you didn't _tell_ me!" she said again. "D'cal, it's a big thing!
It's important! I don't know what's going on out there, so you're supposed to tell me!"

"Well, you obviously heard it eventually," and D'cal could just guess who from. "It's not _that_ big of a deal. So I have my own weyr now. So what?"

Dyaera's lower lip trembled, and she dug her teeth into it. She would _not_ cry. "I just thought you'd tell me about important things in your life," she replied. "It's what friends do." "Dyaera, I've been holding your hand while you have been screaming in pain just trying to sit up," D'cal said gently, though inside he was feeling even more guilty. "There were more important things going on than my going /between/. But I was here with _you_. I thought I _was_
being a friend."

"You have been," she replied, reaching out a hand to him. "I just... I want to be a friend to you, too. I want to hear about your life. I want to hear about _someone's_ life." Her voice got a little testy. "It's not like I can have my own, trapped in the bed under a mound of pillows." He looked down at her hand, his selfishness weighing on him heavily. D'cal knew he should have said something. He just hadn't wanted to face her. Not that it mattered anymore, but he just didn't want her to know that he was finally free. What if she still wanted him, like he still wanted her? "Well, now you know. Aosorath and I have gone /between/, and we have our own new weyr. It doesn't look like much, but its ours. When you are better you can come and see it."

"I'd like that," Dyaera replied with an uncertain smile, pulling her hand back when he didn't take it. "Well, you can sit down now, at least.
I'm finally in a nice huge bed... but the apprentices keep coming in and shoving more pillows at me. I think they're afraid I'm going to roll off or something." "Do you need me to get you anything?" he asked quickly. D'cal felt relieved that it seemed she didn't seem to need to question him about anything else. There were certain things that had happened in his life he just didn't feel like telling her... yet. "Are you hungry or thirsty?"

Dyaera shook her head. "Apprentices come and make sure I've got my food and medicine. I'm just... lonely." "Well, that's why _I'm_ here," D'cal said with what he hoped was an encouraging smile. He reached down and wiped a stray strand back from her face. "What can I do to help?"

"Well, there is one thing..." Dyaera gave him a hopeful look. "Do you think you could carry me and some of my pillows into the other room? I don't want to try and walk, but it would be nice to sit with you _and_
Tilarth. You could make sure I don't tip over and injure myself. I just want to be close to her for a little while." "I think I could manage that. Hold on, let me see what I can do." D'cal walked out into the main living area. He wrestled the sofa close to Tilarth's own couch, that way Dyaera could visit with her green easily and enjoy the fresh air. He was pretty sure it was long enough that she could stretch out comfortably on it, and the back would prop her up nicely with the help of pillow of two. D'cal gave her a wink as left with an armload of pillows. He gave Tilarth a friendly scratch on her eyeridge as they, together with Aosorath, inspected his handy work. "I think that could work," he said with a satisfied smile.

Finally he walked back into the sleeping room to collect Dyaera. "All right, I think we're ready for you."

Her thin nightgown did little to hide the angry scars on her arm and shoulder that were slowly fading to pink. She examined them for a moment after pulling the sheets away before looking up at D'cal. "They're not sore to the touch so much, any more... but my muscles are so stiff and painful that I can barely move on my own." "They are looking much better," D'cal said as he ran a finger around the edge of the one on her arm. "Your muscles will catch up soon enough. It won't be long now."

Dyaera shivered as his finger traced the scar, wondering at how very, very sensitive the skin felt. She supposed it shouldn't be surprising--she'd certainly felt more than her share of pain from every brush of fabric whilethe scars healed, but somehow she'd always imagined she wouldn't be able to feel pleasure again. Her cheeks were flushed when she lifted her good arm to wrap around his neck, shifting up as well as she could to make it easier for him to pick her up. D'cal gently lifted her, surprised momentarily at the weight she had lost while recovering. He tucked her gently against his body, staying alert for any signs of pain or discomfort. "How's that? Are you ok so far?"

"I'm all right..." It was mostly the truth. She was sore and any movement hurt, but being carried was a far sight easier than trying to walk on her own. "Right then. Let me know if we need to stop." The weyrling tried to walk as smoothly as possible as he carried her into the other room. He winced along with her as he tried to lay her down on the couch as gently as possible.

She smiled at him, though. "That wasn't so bad. It's sore... but I think I have a different idea about what pain is these days..." D'cal gave her a tender smile as he brought his arms out from under her with as little distrubance as possible. He smooth back her hair and leaned down to kiss her cheek, letting his lips linger just a moment before pulling away. "You are braver than I could ever hope to be, Dyaera."

For a long moment Dyaera stared at him. Then she sighed and looked away.
"I really wish sometimes you still wanted to kiss me, you know." "I really wish sometimes I didn't want to kiss you so much," he whispered as he brought his lips to lightly brush against hers.

A hand landed in the middle of his chest, and Dyaera pushed him back and stared at him in shock. "Wait, now you _want_ to kiss me again? D'cal, you are the most _confusing_ person I have ever met!" It was annoying how hard it was to get proper anger in her voice when she kept thinking maybe she could pull him closer and get another kiss... "If you don't want me to kiss you, I understand." His voice was calm and quiet, and his eyes betrayed only a spark of hurt.

Dyaera blinked at him. "What, are you deaf? I just _said_ I wanted you to kiss me. But you--you said--oh _shardit_ all you big idiot--" Her arm didn't work well, but she managed to get her fingers tangled well enough in his hair to pull his lips to hers. It was akward with half of her body sore and mostly immobile, but her lips worked just fine and she didn't hold back in the slightest. D'cal was careful not to touch her injuries as he reached one hand up to curl his fingers in her hair. He resisted the urge to pull her close to him, allowing her to control the intensity despite the blissful fog his mind was falling into as he intruded into her mouth and willingly recieved her into his. A small piece of him still wondered if kissing him felt as good or meant as much as kissing J'tak or J'darin or any of her other lovers had, but he knew how much it meant to him, and that was enough.

She pulled back just far enough to catch her breath, her fingers still tangled tightly in his hair with no indication that she had any intention of letting him escape. "That's better than my pain medication for making me feel good," she said in a breathless voice. "And a lot more fun. Can we keep doing it?" "If you want," he said hoarsly. Part of him wondered if he should tell her what he had been up to the night before, and that morning too, but he decided that knowing too much about each other's love lives was what had gotten them into the mess they were in to begin with. Before he could use his mouth to spill out secrets he intended to keep, he brought them down to the exposed skin at her neck and jawline.

Her fingers tightened in his hair almost painfully as his lips traced sensitive skin. But her gasps of pleasure turned into a whimper of frustration when she shifted without thinking and felt the pain in her side. She sank back into the couch with an annoyed noise. "Shards... I want to _touch_ you. I want to be able to move..." "Shhh." D'cal kissed her forehead and soothingly ran his fingers through her hair. "It will come. Just a little longer and then you will be all better." He sighed, also feeling the frustration. "Perhaps we should stop."

"Are you still going to want to kiss me when I'm better?" she asked in a slightly suspicious voice. "Because if you're not sure, you better kiss me again now." He chuckeld softly against her skin. "Are you sure that wasn't supposed to be other way around? If I didn't want to kiss you later, why would you want me to kiss you again now?"

She grinned at him. "Because it's really, really nice." "And if I want to kiss you when you're better?" he asked, bringing his lips close enough to caress hers lightly. "Should I _not_ kiss you again?"

Dyaera nipped at his lower lip with a smile that had turned decidely pleased. "Shut up and kiss me, D'cal."

She did not have to suggest it twice.

Last updated on the September 30th 2005

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