Better Ways to Vent (PG-17)

Writers: Devin, Miriah
Date Posted: 27th July 2014

Characters: J'ackt, Cosani
Description: Cosani shows Jenackt another way to vent.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 7, day 27 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: Sh'del (not by name)
Rating: PG-17

J'ackt

Cosani

Cosani watched him practice for a while, attacking and blocking
against an invisible opponent. The way his body moved was an enjoyable
sight. "I heard you punched the Weyrlingmaster."

He swung the practice pole towards the distraction and blinked,
quirking his brow before he sighed. "You heard wrong. I'm not stupid."

"Hm. That's a shame. I liked that story." A smile played on her lips.
"So what did you do?"

Putting the pole down, Jenackt wiped sweat from his brow with his
other hand. "Why is it any of your business?"

Cosani shrugged. "It's not. I'm just curious."

"Yeah. You're curious. Nosy more like." He exhaled sharply through his
nose. "All I did was tell him 'no'. "

"Ah. Some people really don't like that." Maybe Sh'del was a strict
sort, puffed up on his rank. Or maybe Jenackt just rubbed him the
wrong way. The Candidate seemed to rub a lot of people the wrong way.
"I get discipline and all, you have to in the Wings. But I hate people
that think they should control you all the time." Like her
grandfather. She'd be happy never to see that wherry's ass again.

"I know all about discipline." No one could have been raised by his
father without rapidly having it beaten into them. Jenackt lifted his
pole and his jaw twitched. Even this wasn't calming his temper today.
The thought of Sh'del, combined with the incident with Saibra and
Saidrene, _then_ finding out about what they had done had forced his
nerves onto a knife's edge. Now that Saibra was gone, there was little
stress relief for him.

He stared at the practice sword for another minute before rolling his
head on his shoulders and with a sudden burst of speed and strength,
struck it against the pole in multiple blows until a crack sounded and
he dropped the broken wooden sword with a exploding breath. _That_
felt a little better.

She watched him, debating with herself. Well, why not? "There are less
violent ways to burn off frustration, you know."

He turned back to her and frowned. "I'm not frustrated. I'm pissed
off. Big difference." He strode over close to her and picked up his
shirt, throwing it over his arm. "And violence sounds pretty shaffing
good right now."

Cosani set her hands on her hips, wondering if she'd have to spell it
out for him. "Oh, too bad. I like it rough, but actual violence is a
turn off."

At that, Jenackt blinked and stared at the girl. He'd met her only
once and she was...His gaze locked onto her, skimming over her body
with a sudden change of interest. Shards, it sounded so good right
now, that release. He gaze lingered on her for a moment longer before
finally meeting her eyes and there was a definite heated interest. "I
don't hurt women." His voice was soft. "But rough...rough I can do."

A grin spread across her face. Oh, she was going to enjoy this. Cosani
stepped close enough to brush her fingers along his stomach. "Are you
free now?" She'd had her eye on him since he arrived, for more than
one reason.

As an answer, Jenackt let his shirt drop and wound his fingers in
Cosani's hair to pull her to him for a searing, hungry kiss. The
muscles beneath her fingers twitched as he stepped forward to press
against her, then pulled his mouth away long enough to grit out,
"Where?"

It took her a moment to recover from the kiss. Shards, that was good!
"My weyr." Desire coiled low in her belly as she took his hand. "This
way."

}:Oh, you've caught the holdless,:{ Shalith said. To her
understanding, female humans sometimes did the chasing and "caught"
the males. }:I hope you fly him well.:{

**I will.** Anticipation made the trip seem longer.

The moment they entered her weyr, Jenackt grabbed her hips and pressed
her against the wall. One hand gripped her thigh to pull it up to his
waist and he found her mouth again with a soft growl. She had soft
lips and smelled distractingly good. He needed what she was offering

A low, pleased noise escaped her and she ground against him. Then she
pushed him away, but only so she could strip off her tunic. Pulling
him back, she resumed the kiss. The cool stone at her back was a
contrast to his hot skin.

There was no hesitation in Jenackt when she stripped. He bent
immediately to taste the peaks of her breasts, gripping her hips to
pull her rhythmically against him in blatant imitation of what he
wanted. He pulled away, looked around and then lifted her by the hips,
carrying her to her bed to lay her back. Cheeks flushed with desire,
he began pulling at the laces of her trousers.

This was going even better than she'd hoped. Cosani might even let him
be on top. His kisses were evidence that he was no clumsy virgin and
she wondered how much of the story about the kitchen women was true.
When her trousers came loose, she lifted her hips so he could slide
them off. She watched him with dark eyes, desire building to an ache.

He slid them off and took a long moment to take in the sight of her
body. His lips curled upwards as he unlaced his own trousers and
kicked them off, then moved up her body with a predatory feline-like
crawl. He hovered over her, letting anticipation build before slowly
trailing a callused finger over her collarbone, down her shoulder and
over her ribs to her hip. "I'm going to make you scream."

Her eyes flashed with a challenge. "I'll make you scream first." If he
thought she was just going to lie there and moan, he was sorely
mistaken.

There was an instant returning wide toothed smile and a soft heated
growl of response. "Lets see if you can." He slipped his hands up,
pulled her own over her head and pinned them under his. "I'd like to
see it." He bent and scraped his teeth over her ear lobe, suckled the
soft flesh then bent to capture a firm nipple in his mouth, tugging
lightly with his teeth.

"Afraid I'm going to do something with my hands?" She brought her legs
up, wrapping them around his hips, and rubbed against him.

That brought out a sharp groan and a shudder from Jenackt and he
pressed back with equal eagerness. But he was in no hurry to take her
just yet. He looked up at her, smirked, and nipped her nipple. "I
don't hear myself screaming yet." He released her hands, lowering to
nip and lick a line down her abdomen.

She slipped out from under him and moved to her knees, legs tucked
under her. "That's because I haven't started yet." She crawled
backwards toward the headboard, crooking a finger at him.

His eyes narrowed and he crawled towards her, a smile playing around
his mouth. "Then what's keeping you?' His gaze lowered to drift over
her slowly then back up to her face. "Hesitating?"

"Luring." She pounced, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling
him into a fierce kiss. Her free hand dipped low, fingers brushing his
taunt muscles before finding her target.

He grunted at the impact, then gasped against her mouth as he fell
onto his back. He gave a low, throaty groan at her touch, hands
immediately finding her ribs. "Faranth's bloody balls..."

She shifted to straddle him, a naughty grin on her face. "That's more like
it."

~*~

"Mmm..." Cosani sprawled on top of him, still tingling all the way to
her toes. "I think we can call that a tie."

He managed a grunt in response, one hand laying along her spine, the
other laying against one slick thigh. Catching his breath, he opened
one eye and gave a lop-sided smile. "I can concede that."

"Maybe I'll let you win next time." She wiggled her hips a little
before rolling off him.

He laid back and then pushed his hand through his hair, mussing it
further. "Just maybe? Shards, if it's like that every time, I'll let
you win as much as you want." he rolled to face her. "Well...I might
insist on winning a few."

She ran a hand across his chest. Leaner than a dragonrider, but his
muscles were still very nice. "I can live with that."

So she wanted him more than once. Jenackt debated on that. She was
definitely worth it. "So...why me?" he flicked a bit of hair from her
face.

"Because you're different." She said with a shrug.

"Well, can't say that I didn't enjoy it." He gave a half-smile. "
Different huh? Figured you poked at me enough so it was my turn to
poke at you?"

Cosani laughed. "So you do have a sense of humor."

The half-smile split into a wider full smile. "Yeah. I guess so.
Though I didn't poke so much as get mounted like a runner."

"I like being on top." She dug her fingers in his hair and pulled him
into a kiss.

Jenackt answered her kiss eagerly and just as quickly rolled her on to
her back. "My turn."

"Okay." She smiled and spread her legs. She felt they'd established
equality and that was all she needed.

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