All or Nothing

Writers: Heather, Miriah
Date Posted: 10th February 2014

Characters: S'avn, Jeyme, D'hol
Description: D'hol has some groveling to do if he wants his weyrmate back.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 5, day 15 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: Qorri, Cyradis, K'deren

Jeyme

D'hol

It had taken more than a day for D'hol to sober up after his final
round of alcoholic oblivion. After making a fool out of himself in
front of not one, but two goldriders, he finally managed to sleep it
off, get cleaned up and go after the woman that had left him.

The thought of her sharing a weyr with another man, and possibly his
bed, set his teeth on edge. He had been the only man she had shared a
bed with, and shaffit, he wanted to bloody well keep it that way
outside of flights! If that boy had so much as laid a single finger on
her, he would break every single knuckle on every finger that touched
her.

It was easy to find the boy's weyr and he approached the door with the
prowl of a stalking predator. He rapped sharply and waited.

Jeyme hard the knock on S'avn's door but didn't think much about it.
It wasn't _her_ weyr after all, so she remained where she was on the
couch, sitting cross legged with her knitting in front of her. Since
she had left her last pair of needles and yarn in D'hol's weyr she had
been forced to go down to go to Qorri for some more knitting supplies.
The greenrider was in a pair of comfy lounge pants that fit low along
her hips, for a shirt she wore one of S'avn's rolled up to her elbows.
She had only thought to stuff one tunic into the hastily packed sack
that she had carried from D'hol's and it was being cleaned. She
glanced up briefly as S'avn passed by.

Even though it had been odd that first night, having Jeyme in his
weyr, S'avn supposed that he was getting rather use to it. He had
grown up with several foster siblings so he was use to sharing with
other people. S'avn was a bit surprised that he had not seen D'hol
yet, but word had it that the man was spending most of his time drunk.
Of course, that thought died as soon as it started when he swung the
door open to find D'hol on the other side, "Just great." S'avn said,
his face blank, his voice sarcastic.

The moment the boy opened the door, D'hol's eyes narrowed and the
muscles in his jaws began twitching spasmodically. Struggling to keep
his voice calm and not immediately rip the boys throat open, D'hol
spoke through his teeth. "I want to see Jeyme."

"Jeyme, D'hol is here, do you want to see him?" S'avn asked, to his
credit not moving from the door.

Jeyme had expected, or hoped rather, for D'hol to come for her the
day after their fight. No, instead, she had heard that he had went to
Cyradis's weyr. **Of course,** she had thought, **the _only_ person he
can love.** Jaw clenched, she set her knitting aside and went to the
door, appearing beside of S'avn, "What do you want?"

His shoulders relaxed as he heard her voice, and when she appeared, his
eyes drank her in with visible relief. But then he went utterly still.
She was wearing men's clothing. A larger shirt...pants...his eyes
widened and then swept to the boy. They were his size.

Murderous intent flared in his gaze and his fists clenched. "I'm going
to kill you for touching her..." His voice was whisper soft...deadly.

"Easy, killer," S'avn raised his hands, "she came to my weyr, I didn't
invite her."

Grinding his teeth, D'hol didn't take his gaze off of S'avn for an
instant. He wanted nothing more than to pummel the boy into nothingness
and it showed with every twitch of his face.

"I want to talk to you, Jeyme...please." The last was ground out,
humbling for him to say in front of someone he wanted to grind into
paste.

Jeyme acquiesced, if only to save S'avn from being squashed like a bug
beneath D'hol's rage, "S'avn..." She placed a hand on his forearm.

The bluerider took a step back before breaking eye contact and looking
down at Jeyme, "I will be in Mayfeth's weyrcouch if you need me."

With the blue Weyrling gone, Jeyme looked back up at D'hol, her arms
crossing over her chest, "Now, what do you want?"

Angry eyes followed S'avn as he walked away before finally looking
down at Jeyme. He swallowed and spoke softly, tensed as if preparing
for a blow. "Did you and he..." His jaw worked from side to side and
he swallowed before speaking softly. "I want to take you home."

Home? Images of the weyr that she had shared with D'hol flashed
through Jeyme's mind. Making love in their bed, sharing the bathing
pool together, all of these images registered under that single word-
home. But if D'hol didn't love her, there was no home. "It is none of
your business what has happened between me and S'avn," that's exactly
what D'hol would have told her if she had asked him about Cyradis,
"and maybe I _am_ home."

There was a flinch as if he had been stabbed. Maybe Saibra had been
right about this S'avn boy. His eyes slid over her and he paused at
the sight of her wrists, the fading bruise still clear against her
skin. He reached carefully and touched her wrist, finger light against
her skin. "I didn't mean to hurt you.I never meant to hurt you like
that." He looked at her face. "I'm sorry." It was hard for him to
apologize, the words struggling to emerge. "Please...come home. Talk
to me. " He took her hand carefully and laid it lightly on his chest
over his heart. "You _are_in here, Jeyme. I just didn't realize it."

Jeyme's eyes searched D'hol's face. She had never heard him try to be
so humble and... meek. It was so different than any mood she had ever
seen D'hol in before. So very different from the man who had crushed
her up against him during their fight. Her fingers moved lightly
against his chest. Jeyme _did_ want to go home. She loved D'hol and
wanted to be with him more than anything, she just wanted to make sure
that she remained intact for the process. "Okay." She said, after much
hesitation, wondering if she was doing the right thing.

The relief that flooded through him was like a dam bursting. "Now?"

"Yes, now. Let me get my things." She still didn't know if she would
stay, but she would go with D'hol and talk.

He nodded and stepped back, not entering the weyr, but electing to
wait. If he stepped in, saw the bed they had shared, he doubted he
would be able to contain himself.

Jeyme retreated inside to grab her satchel and the knitting that she
had been working on. After stepping out in Mayfeth's couch and telling
S'avn she was leaving, and vowing silently to thank him properly
later, Jeyme joined D'hol outside, "Allright. Let's go."

He was quiet as they walked back to their weyr, his eyes distant as he
mulled over what he would say to her. His eyes did flick over to her
periodically and then back in front of him to the path. His brow was
furrowed as he opened the door to their weyr and held it open for her.
He had cleaned it, but he hadn't replaced the blankets on the couch,
just folding them over the end into some semblance of neatness. He
stepped in after her and waited by the door before speaking softly.
"Can you change clothes? I'll turn my back."

She had already planned on changing, but she didn't tell D'hol that as
she went to their wardrobe and pulled out one of her own tunics and a
pair of her breeches. Slipping into the change of clothes, Jeyme even
pulled a hairbrush through her chin-length locks before stamping her
boots back on, "You can turn around." She told him as she moved her
satchel from the floor and set it on the foot of the bed.

He waited while she changed, relieved that she was taking _those_
clothes off. It would have been harder to talk to her while looking at
that boy's clothing and not feeling the anger at him rising in his
gut. He turned, looked at her and walked slowly towards her. When he
finally stood in front of her, he stopped, looking down at her face.
He closed his eyes, swallowed and did something he never thought he'd
do again for any woman. He bent and got on his knee, then looked up at
her. "I'm sorry. For hurting you. For grabbing you...and for telling
you to leave. I missed you, Jeyme." He looked up at her and his jaw
worked from side to side as he stopped and exhaled. "I...I do love
you. I didn't realize it...didn't expect it. Didn't know how much you
meant until you weren't here."

Hot tears flashed in Jeyme's eyes as she looked down at D'hol. Her
proud, arrogant weyrmate was kneeling before her? Asking for
forgiveness? Jeyme reached out, her hands trembling lightly as she
cupped D'hol's face in her hands, "Oh, D'hol," her voice was soft,
"then why did you go to Cyradis's weyr?"

He looked up at her looking at her face before speaking softly. "I was
drunk. I stayed drunk while you were gone. Cyradis and I... before we
were physical, we were friends, Jeyme. Good friends. I could tell her
anything and she was someone I trusted." He frowned and leaned into
her hands. "I remembered how we used to talk and I needed someone to
speak with." He grabbed her hand. "I can't just stop loving her,
Jeyme. No more than I can you. And I can't tell you that if she asked
me to her bed that I could say no. But that won't happen...shards, I
tried before we weyrmated...often. She's committed to K'deren and he's
a good man. But if I was ever forced to make a choice, Jeyme...it
would be you. You chose me, something she never could do. You wanted
me first. I always came first to you. You'll always come first to me.
I swear, on Yumath's shell, that you will always come first and I will
be yours. Just...don't leave. Not again."

Jeyme bent and joined D'hol on her knees, her face serious as she
looked into his eyes, "I love you, D'hol, and I know how... hard this
was for you to do," she gestured to his kneeling position, and then
met his gaze again, "but now I need to be honest with you. If you ever,
_ever_, do find yourself in Cyradis's bed, and it's not for a flight,
do not expect to ever see me again. I'll put in my transfer papers and
be gone." A tear slid silently down her cheek, "Would you want to live
constantly knowing that I might be in S'avn's bed at any time?"

His jaw tightened. "No. I would not." The fact that she didn't deny
that she had been in S'avn's bed wasn't lost on him. More than ever, he
wanted to smash the arrogant little twit's face in. "It won't happen,
Jeyme."

The tension left Jeyme's body, and her eyes fluttered closed for a
moment before she sighed softly, "Thank you, D'hol."

He watched her face. She never said she would be staying or what her
final decision would be, or if he had done this for nothing. " Are you
going to come home, then?"

Jeyme reached up and wiped her face with her hand, and then tucked her
hair behind her ears, "Yes."

With a sudden determination to wipe S'avn out of her mind and make her
forget that the boy had ever touched her, D'hol wrapped his arm around
her waist and slowly pulled her towards him. He bent to kiss her,
capturing her lips with his own. He had been tender, even affectionate
with Jeyme before, but he had never truly made love to her with his
emotions unchecked. Now, he didn't hold back, one hand winding in her
short hair to keep her close. He pressed her close and stood, lifting
her with him as he half carried, half dragged her to their bed.

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