Just You Wait...

Writers: Bree, Dana
Date Posted: 29th January 2006

Characters: Shayla, T'voal
Description: Shayla comes to T'voal after she leaves U'val
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 10, day 1 of Turn 3
Notes: Follows "The Definition of Awkward" and "It's Not Working!"

"Hey, T'voal..." Shayla murmured quietly as she approached, inwardly wincing at the look on his face.

T'voal wasn't sure what was worse... looking at Shayla or not looking at her. His body was still feeling terribly conflicted from the abortive mating flight, but looking at her made him remember just who had put the sleepy look of satisfaction on her face, and that pretty much ruined any chance of taking care of those nagging feelings.

Finally he compromised by staring at her left ear. "I'm glad your back.
How... Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." She could feel a flush rising in her cheeks as she came closer. Swallowing, she moved until she was standing near the arm of the couch, uncertain. "Are you okay?"

He was anything but, with his body aching for her while his mind kept stumbling over the fact that she'd been with U'val. But he wasn't going to tell _her_ that. "I'm fine."

**You don't seem fine...** She bit her lip against the words. "T'voal...you know I wanted Myarth to catch her. You know that." Her brown eyes implored him.

She sounded so sad... Sighing, T'voal managed to look at her. "I know, Shayla. But you can't help who wins, and you don't need to feel sorry about it." He just wished it had been anyone else. _Literally_ anyone else.

Tentatively, she perched on the edge of the sofa. He hadn't reached for her, so she kept a bit of distance between them, still uncertain. "T'voal... Please don't...take this out on U'val. Please? He was good to me. He was sweet." Her flush deepened as flashes of Kiranth's flight came back to her, unbidden. She closed her eyes briefly, quite aware that her body still craved a man's touch. But she wanted T'voal.

T'voal didn't want to know what was making her blush. And he _really_
didn't want to talk about U'val. He pushed himself to his feet, striding a few steps away to give himself enough physical distance that he wouldn't do anything crazy. First he had to get his feelings under control--and his feelings were a _long_ way from under control. Shayla may have come a long ways from the shy holdbred girl who blushed at a kiss, but he wasn't sure she was ready for the sort of things he wanted to do to reclaim his lover.

U'val had said that his grandson would be ready to climb the walls, and shards was he was right. Shayla hadn't known what she'd been expecting, but she _did_ know that she hadn't been expecting him to be so sharding cold to her. His chilly silence was beginning to scrape at the edge of her building irritation. "What do you want me to _do_, T'voal?" Her eyes were flashing as she slowly rose to her feet. "What are you expecting me to _say_? Obviously everything I told you earlier wasn't good enough!"

"Don't do that," T'voal said, his voice sounding strained. The look in his eyes was more than a little wild as he turned on her. "You should just let it drop!"

"No, I'm _not_ going to let it drop!" Though she did take an involuntary step back at the intense look in his eyes.

Why did she have to be so sharding _gorgeous_ when she was angry? In two steps T'voal had one hand tangled in her hair as the other arm wrapped around her waist and literally swung her around until her back collided with the wall on the other side of their couch. He didn't say anything else, kissing her hard enough to burn the image of anyone else touching her out of his head.

Her gasp of startled pain was muffled against his mouth as his lips moved against hers with enough force to bruise. She could feel her knees begin to buckle and her hands clenched at his upper arms, knowing that him pinning her up against the wall was the only reason she was still standing upright. Shayla tried to kiss him back - tried to take some measure of control over the situation - but he wouldn't let her.

T'voal pulled back far enough to get his shirt over his head before coming back for another kiss, his mouth sliding away to work its way down her jawline as he started on the ties of her tunic. He had no patience now...
there had been no real relief after the lost flight and all of his frustration and need had returned with a vengence. If she'd looked frightened or nervous, he might have been able to slow down, but her kisses just sharpened his need.

The part of her that could still think above the fog of lust invading her senses wondered vaguely _why_ he was acting like this...but that thought swiftly faded as his lips found a particularly sensitive spot. She moaned, her nails scratching down his arms as he lifted her tunic above her head.

That was the end of any thoughts of self-control. T'voal's intentions of moving them to a more comfortable location flew out the window. He couldn't have said if it was a few moments or a few candlemarks later when he realized that he was on the floor with Shayla draped on top of him, both of them breathing heavily.

Doubts flooded in quickly enough as he kicked himself for losing control with her. "Shayla?" he asked quietly.

A part of her vainly wanted to pretend to be asleep, but she knew he knew she was awake. Slowly she moved her head until her chin was propped up on his chest. Shayla stared down at him, her brown eyes glazed slightly with the hint of tears, but whether they were from her passion spent, or from the shock she felt in herself and in him, she couldn't say.

T'voal looked like he'd been kicked. "Shards, I'm sorry, Shayla... I just... I wanted you so badly, and all the stress and everything... it just..." His fingers shook a little as he tucked her hair carefully back from her face. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No," she lied softly, brushing the tip of her nose against his chin. "You didn't."

"Probably not my most skilled attempt, though," he replied lightly, trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere in their weyr. Determined to make it up to her, T'voal gathered his legs under him and picked her up, bringing her to the bathing chamber tucked off to the side of his weyr. "Would you let me try again?"

A small smile curved her lips. "Promise to be gentle?"

T'voal smiled in relief. "Just you wait..."

Last updated on the January 29th 2006

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