Mixed Signals (4) - I Want To Be With You

Writers: Bree, Eimi
Date Posted: 6th November 2006

Characters: D'cal, Zanie
Description: D'cal and Zanie revisit their original encounter in a closet, with much happier results.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 13, day 29 of Turn 3

Zanie barely gave D'cal a chance to speak, tugging him off the dance floor almost before he'd had a chance to say goodbye to Nistaja.
She didn't say a word as she gripped his hand and pulled him along behind her, her eyes scanning the darkness until she found a quiet little nook hidden by shadows and _not_ already occupied.

Then she tugged D'cal into it and kissed him.

The bluerider was too surprised at first to reciprocate, but his lips quickly remembered hers. His arms wrapped around her and he pulled her close. Part of him wondered just what in Faranth's name brought this on, but after being spurned by one women he cared about that night, he just liked the way Zanie was making him feel - wanted. He didn't question it, he just gave into it willingly and enthusiastically.

Zanie broke away, breathless and wild-eyed and gave him a look that was both pleading and desperate. "I--I can't explain. It's too complicated, and too stupid... but it would be really, really nice to feel like someone wanted me--" Her voice broke off, embarrassment warring with the edge of tears. She couldn't believe what she was doing, and yet she didn't know if she could stand going home to her empty bed.

**Me too...** He understood her need for silence as much as her need to be the object of desire. D'cal didn't want to tell her that he needed someone to wake up next to too. He didn't want to tell her that his relationship with Dyaera was as miserable as it was loving, that sometimes he wondered why they kept doing this to each other. He certainly didn't want want to tell her that he was jealous every time he took her to see Renner just for the fact that she cared enough to go to those lengths to be with the man she loved. Dyaera couldn't even make it through a dance to be with him. "I want to be with you, Zanie."

Zanie made a strangled sounding noise and kissed D'cal again, her fingers tangling tightly in his tunic. She didn't care if anyone saw her, and she didn't care if D'cal thought she was wild or immoral or forward or any number of things. She just cared about feeling better.

D'cal groaned as he leaned into her, his hands slipping under the back of her beautifully embroidered tunic to touch soft, bare skin. He could forget the thought of what Dyaera was doing at that moment and just lose himself in the familiarity of it all. Things with Zanie had been good, wonderful, in fact. They had only been together the once before she decided to devote all her time to Renner, but everything leading up to that moment, shards, that was exactly what he had wanted. Zanie had made him feel special and wanted, all those feelings Dyaera didn't seem to understand. Maybe they could both pretend, if only for tonight, that they were each other's _first_ choice again.

When D'cal's fingers slid a little too high, Zanie broke away and glanced around them, her cheeks flushed. "We need to... to go somewhere..." Shards, she sounded _brazen_, but she didn't care.

D'cal nodded and reached for her hand, gently pulling her down the corridor and mentally running through the list of places between there and his weyr. He stopped at one door to a store room, but it was obvious from the sounds coming out of it a couple had already found it before them. The bluerider pulled her a little further, cracked open the door to a meeting room and apologized to the couple on the other side. Up ahead a door opened and a couple of young teenagers awkwardly stepped out from it, both looking chagrined and a little embarrassed by their adolescent fumbling. "Hold the door!"

Zanie felt almost as embarrassed as the startled young couple, but did her best to hide it as D'cal held the door open and urged her inside. As the door closed she caught one last sight of the young girl, her cheeks flushed and her eyes nervous, and she remembered the last time D'cal had tugged her into a dark closet in the middle of a celebration.

D'cal had been young and inexperienced then. They both had never done anything like that before, or since as it turned out. The shy seacrafter and the uncertain apprentice dolphineer had certainly come a long way from that closet to this one. This time, he knew exactly what he was doing as he pulled her tunic over her head and let her help him with his. They didn't need light to find each other's lips in the dark.
It was almost natural now as he pulled her body close against him.
Their fumbling now were not out inexperience, but white hot desire and a need to just feel good again.

Nearly tripping in her haste, Zanie stumbled back into the wall and pulled D'cal with her, not caring about anything but finding a way of getting enough clothing out of the way to satisfy the need that was threatening to swallow her whole. Her limited experience with such things certainly didn't lend itself to trysts in confined spaces, but D'cal seemed to have enough knowledge for both of them. A far cry from the last time, when he'd fumbled around awkwardly and nearly broken her nose.

This was the closest D'cal had ever felt to Flight-lust outside the actual event itself. Everything was happening so fast, and yet it still felt painfully slow. He whispered her name as he ran his fingers and lips over her body, wanting nothing more than to find a release for the hurt and pent up frustration. But he held back as best as he could. It wouldn't be fair to her to use her like a nameless body after his dragon lost. They had a history after all.

Zanie's head knocked back into the wall when D'cal's mouth found a particularly sensitive spot, and she gasped his name. "D'cal--I don't know--" She groaned as her fingers dug into the muscles of his shoulders. Normally she hated seeming inexperienced, but right now she didn't care. "I've never done this without a bed," she gasped. "Show me... tell me what to do--"

"Just trust me," he murmured in an almost painfully husky voice. In truth, he had never done this either, but his imagination was certainly giving him a lot of good ideas, mixed with the talks he'd been given and overheard. There was a way this worked, else why would all the closets always be full of couples? But theory was all he had - one leg wrapped around him, two legs wrapped around him, a few ideas that made him almost blush just remembering them... Time to test one out. He just hoped to Faranth nothing got broken in the process.

"I trust you," she panted into his ear, letting him guide her body. She was past the point of rational thought, past the point of even remembering why she had started this. None of her experience had prepared her for the sort of desperate lust that made anything and everything seem reasonable. "Shards, D'cal--I need you now."

D'cal was too far gone in his own need to give it all much conscious thought. Somehow, just following what came naturally in the moment, between the two of them they had made it work. And oh Faranth how it worked! The bluerider collapsed into her, every ounce of energy in him spent. He was vaguely away in the delicious haze that washed over him that he was probably crushing the poor girl and he did his best to put his weight against an arm propped on the wall. Shards, he never knew it could be like that with a woman. With a man, yes, but not a woman.
"Are you all right?" he whispered, still trying to find his breath.

A ragged laugh greeted his question, as Zanie's fingers slowly loosened their desperate grip on his shoulders. "Oh, _shards_ D'cal. That was...
oh, _shards_."

"Yeah, I know. You know," a chuckled breathlessly, "I really could sit down right about now, but..." Where? "Faranth's name, Zanie..."

"If you move, I'm going to fall on the floor," she replied, her breath tickling at his ear. "My knees can't hold me up."

"Then let's stand here a while." He leaned his forehead against hers, silently thanking her for coming to him that night. D'cal had needed someone, and he knew part of the reason why it had felt so amazingly good was that is was her. "When we can walk again, would you come to my weyr with me?"

Before she would have declined. She would have gone back to her cold, lonely rooms in the Dolphin Hall and spent the night alone. But her body still trembled against his, and the idea of letting go of him was almost painful. "Do you think we can recover enough to do something like this again?" she asked breathlessly.

"There's only one way to find out. But I'd rather do it near something we can collapse on." Shards, he didn't know if it was possible to repeat that feeling, the desperation and frustration added to the fact that it had just been so sharding long since they had been together. But they could try, and just the trying, he knew, would feel so sharding good. And best of all, he would not be alone.

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