Voices From Above (PG-17)

Writers: Miriah, Suzee
Date Posted: 24th November 2013

Characters: Loella, Karhal
Description: (Loella hears a who....)
Location: Amber Hills Hold
Date: month 3, day 26 of Turn 7
Rating: PG-17

Loella

Karhal

It was a Fall day at Amber Hills and when Thread fell Loella hid. She
had done it as long as she could remember. When she was small, at
least as far as she could remember, they'd only been soft whispers
and nothing she could really understand. They were far away and only
occasionally did she understand anything. She could ignore them and
treat the sound as anyone would a far off murmur of voices.

As she grew the distant voices suddenly appeared in the skies above
the hold. Searchers had come to the Hold and she'd been caught out in
the open. The whirling eyes had pinned her and she'd pushed back the
only way she knew how. **Not me, not me, not me**

}:Ok, not you:{ the dragon had said and turned away.

She'd held her breath each and every time Dragons came to the hold
and found a way to just blank out her thoughts and sit still inside
some building so she wasn't noticed.

But then the voices had started sweeping the sky and fighting the
menace that tried to rain down on their fields and homes. Dragons
screamed in agony and she couldn't bear it anymore. So she hid deeper.

Today, she sat in a dark corner of a dark room and rocked back and
forth with her arms around her knees. Her pup Rikka lay on the floor
next to her and would try to occasionally lick her fingers or offer a
soft whine but Loella was too deep in her concentration.

He had searched from the beginning of the Fall for her and It was only
through pure chance that a drudge had seen her dart into the darkened
room. Concerned, Karhal followed the path he had been shown and opened
the door, his eyes narrowed as he sought the darkest corners. His brow
furrowed at the sight of movement and he stepped in, closing the door
behind him. "Loella? What are you doing in here?"

The rumble of other voices in her head almost drowned out the one
voice she knew better than any of them but she heard him and opened
her eyes. "How do you stand it," she asked with tears welling up in
her eyes.

Alarmed by the tone of her voice, Karhal hurried through the dark and
unshuttered the glows that hung in the corner. He looked down, blinked
and immediately knelt, lifting her chin. "What? Stand what? What's
wrong?" He wiped away her tears and immediately began to think the
worst. "Has someone hurt you?"

"No," she looked up at him puzzled. "You don't hear it? They're
fighting Thread."

Now completely confused, Karhal stared at her and nodded slowly.
"Thread is falling, yes... that's why the shutters are all closed and
we're inside." He glanced around. "But, I don't hear anything." He
knelt closer. "Sweet, what are you hearing?"

"Dragons," she said in an agonized voice. "They're so loud." They were
inside her head and putting her hands over her ears didn't make any
difference at all so she no longer tried.

He went still and paled, though in the light of the glows, it wasn't
as apparent. But to him, he could almost feel the blood draining from
his face. "You...can hear the dragons?" The implications were not lost
on him and it wasn't the first he had heard of someone being able to
do so. He also knew that they were normally sent to the Weyrs as soon
as they were discovered. That very thought steeled his spine. They
would not take her.

He had to distract her. Gripping her cheeks in his hands he brought
her face close to his. "Look at me, Loella." He grabbed her hands and
put them on his cheeks. "Breathe, sweet, and look at me." He waited
until her eyes met his. "I love you, Loella. Do you understand that?
In a few months, you'll be my wife and I swear I will spend every
moment I can making you the happiest woman in this hold. Keep looking
at me, beloved." He stroked her cheek. "We'll have babies, and you'll
yell at me for spoiling our daughters and being too hard on our sons.
You'll yell at me for being too hard headed and I'll fight with you
for being a sharp tongued wench. But we'll still love each other.
Don't think about the dragons... just keep watching me."

She tried to breathe like he said and her eyes were round pools in the
semi darkness. "Babies," she repeated and she watched him and stroked
the sandpaper of his face with loving fingers. "I love you too," she
blinked away more tears that threatened to blur her vision. "I love
you so very much." Loella shifted to her knees and kissed him with
every fibre of her being.

"Babies." He agreed, murmuring against her mouth. If this was what she
needed for her distraction, then he would provide it. He groaned and
with steady hands, pulled her tightly to him and found the laces at
her back. He pulled them, loosening the dress at her back and pulling
it apart to allow callused hands to touch smooth skin. "Will you give
me children, Loella?" He drew her hands to his chest, urging her to
take part to keep her mind away from the flights above them. His mouth
slid along her jaw as his hands slid upwards to tug the neck of her
dress downward.

"Yes," she sighed. "I will." The voices still hammered her mind but
her body's need demanded her attention in a primal way that muted the
pain and distress in those voices. Her hands moved to the hem of his
tunic and pulled it up. The fabric of her own dress got in the way so
she ripped her arms out of the sleeves and went back to pull Karhal's
over his head.

Letting her yank his tunic over his head, he tossed it aside, not
caring where it landed. He drew her hands to his belt while his own
scrambled for the waistline of her dress and yanked it down past her
hips to let it puddle on the floor. His hands stroked her hips and
thighs and he gave a soft groan. "So beautiful." He looked down at her
hands and swallowed roughly. "I need you."

She moaned and leaned into him as if he were saving her from a
ravening beast. Thankful for his presence, thankful for his words,
thankful for the way he made her feel. No one had ever really seen
her, not even her parents. She clung to him and pressed against him in
a wordless response. Then her own hands began to move almost of their
own accord as the need of her body pushed the voices into a corner of
her mind where she could ignore them. "Karhal, make love to me...
please."

He bore her down to the floor, pillowing her head with his arm. The
stone was cold and rough, but desperate to distract her and now
desperate for her touch, Karhal didn't deny her plea; he wanted her
just as badly. His mouth found her neck, shoulder and breasts, his
hands stroking to please and encourage her need to rise to a frenzied
pitch. His voice was rough with desire and primal hunger. "You're
mine, Loella. They can't have you. Mine." He found her mouth and did
as she asked, but need and determination to keep her drove him to be
more demanding and less tender and careful than their first time.

She gave herself up to the feelings even as he crushed her into the
hard stones of the floor. But that didn't matter in the moment she
wanted him in the most primal way. She almost sobbed his name.
"Karhal, I don't want them I want _you_."

"You have me, Faranth, but you have me." He gentled, but when he
caressed her, was still urgently passionate. He wanted to drive away
the thoughts of the dragons, of the Fall above them. Dimly aware that
he was pressing her to the rough stone, he rolled, settling her over
him to take the brunt of their passion himself.

As their passion rose to its peak the voices faded completely from her
mind and she was consumed by need. When she finally came back to
herself her entire focus was the man that enfolded her exhausted body
against his. She sighed and huddled against his side. "The floor is
cold."

He lifted his head and nodded; it was chilly against his backside and
shoulders, but he was lax and replete. He rolled to face her, tucking
a stray strand of hair behind her ear. He heaved himself to a sit and
drew her to curl up naked in his lap. Brushing his lips across her
brow, he spoke softly. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

He was such a big guy and she so small that she fit in his lap almost
like a child. But it made her feel safe and she clung to him. She was
a bit tender down there but it wasn't anything that felt wrong or bad.
She rather liked the way he rearranged her insides. "No," she said and
then she heard Rikka give the yip she gave when she wanted some
attention and she planted her front paws on Karhal's knee with a canine
grin. Loella smiled while a tear ran down her cheek. "Thank you."

Patting the pup, Karhal looked down at Loella and brushed the tear
away from her cheek with a gentle thumb. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I've never told anyone," she said. "I was afraid they'd take me away
to the Weyr, away from my family, away from you."

He pressed his lips to her brow, eyelids and then mouth, touch gentle.
"They won't take you away. I'll never let them have you." He pulled
away and stroked her side soothingly. "But no running and hiding when
Fall comes, alright? Come to me and we'll..." He glanced around. "
well...we'll handle it the best we can. "

She took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay," she said.

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