Losing isn't so bad

Writers: Heather, Suzee
Date Posted: 25th August 2012

Characters: W'ser, Sasima
Description: The Weyrdragonhealer loses a flight
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 9, day 22 of Turn 6

W'ser

Sasima

Branth was flying in yet another green flight. It seemed to W'ser that
lately he'd spent more time standing in flight weyrs then he had in
his office. W'ser didn't mind, if Branth won, but when the brown
didn't it simply became a waste of time for the Weyrdragohealer, and
merely left him frustrated and grumpy for the rest of the day.

Today, it seemed, was going to be no different. Despite being close to
the green for the entirety of the flight, Branth was out maneuvered by
an agile blue. As the brown went for a crash landing in the Weyrlake,
W'ser turned, jaw clenched, to make the long walk back to his office.
Only, his eyes met with the fiery brown orbs of a woman he'd noticed
at the flight weyr before. The woman seemed to be present at most of
the flights in the Weyr, always there to take some poor loser into her
arms.

**I'm going to be that poor loser today.** W'ser decided determinedly
as he strode over to where she was waiting.

Sasima had a way pass time on those days she wasn't working a morning
shift in the lower caverns. She still had enough of her hold bread
ways left not to fling open her doors to just anyone even if her
standing in the Weyr was nil. She'd spent some time holdless and
unable to say no if she wanted to eat. Here, at least, she could
choose. So, when the desire struck her she knew right where to go to
scratch that itch. She could be a flight moth for a day and get plenty
of scratch with no strings, no judgement, and no expectations.

By now she had a good handle on who was rough and how to catch the eye
of one she thought she'd enjoy. This time she'd positioned herself
near a pair of brownriders. One in particular caught her interest, the
Weyrdragonhealer.

Sasima couldn't feel the flight like the riders did but she could tell
who the victor was when it ended. The first to turn away this time was
the tall dragonhealer so she made eye contact. She saw him coming and
with a small smile of welcome opened her arms. How many times had she
stood in a flight room and watched him walk away? This felt to her
like a small victory.

The best part of this situation, W'ser estimated, was that there was
no longer the lust of the flight or Branth's winning to cloud his
mind. He could focus fully on this woman and exactly what he wanted to
do to her.

~*~

Yes, _this_ had been a good decision. W'ser's breath came in small
pants as he rolled away from his bed partner and onto his back. The
brownrider closed his eyes and let the feelings of satisfaction and
the fading of adrenaline course through his system.

}:I guess it's a good thing I didn't win.:{ Branth muttered.

Sasima lifted a shapely arm over her head and basked in the after
glow. He'd been as good as she'd though he would be. She could still
feel her body reacting and it was a lovely feeling, and certainly the
victory she'd hoped for. "Better," she asked. Sometimes they weren't
done with just one and she was perfectly happy to wait around.

"For now." W'ser said, a promise in his smile as he rolled over to his
side, hooked an arm around Sasima's waist and drew the woman up
against him. Lips pressing against her temple, W'ser inhaled the
woman's delicious scent and decided- again- that _this_ had been a
much better ending to the lost flight than he'd previously
experienced.

She rolled willingly back into his embrace with a smile. She rested
her tousled curls against his neck. "Oh good," she sighed. She herself
had stocked this room with drinks and some finger foods. Flights
always seemed to make some of the participants hungry or thirsty.
"There's some hot klah and meatrolls over there if you want any." She
looked back up at his with dancing eyes. "If you're hungry that is."

It was hard for W'ser to even think about physical food while he held
this delicious morsel of a woman in his arms, "I think I might get a
little klah, would you care for any?"

For a drudge it was rare to have anyone ask if she wanted something so
she smiled her genuine pleasure at the thought. "That would be very
nice. Thanks." She pushed herself up to lean against the head of the
bed plumping the pillows behind her.

Peeling back the furs, W'ser didn't opt for any clothing as he crossed
the room, poured them both a cup of klah and then brought it back to
the bed. "For you." The brownrider smiled as he handed the cup of klah
over to the woman and then slid back into the bed. Bringing the cup of
warm liquid to his lips, W'ser closed his eyes in appreciation.

"What's your name?" W'ser asked when he'd opened his eyes again. He
remembered seeing the woman at other flights in the past but he'd
never been the recipient of her attention.

She appreciated the hard body on the dragonrider that came from his
turns of work as he walked away from her. So she wasn't expecting his
question when he returned. No one ever asked her name and those that
knew it already tended to use it only to order her around. "Sasima,"
she replied and accepted the mug with a smile. Of course she knew who
he was. He was one of the 'important' people in the Weyr.

"That's a beautiful name," W'ser murmured appreciatively, "I'm W'ser,
I ride brown Branth." At the mention of his dragon the man knew that
he would have to thank his lifemate later. If he hadn't risen that day
W'ser wouldn't have met the lovely Sasima.

She sipped her klah and then set it aside. "Very nice to meet you
W'ser," she said softly. "I'm not very sorry Branth missed catching
that green today," she murmured. Then she slid back down and gently
reached for him to pull him down to her again.

Setting his cup of klah aside, W'ser allowed himself to be pulled
down, his arms automatically sliding around Sasima's soft form to draw
her against his chest, "Me either. In fact, he may never win another
again, as long as you're there." He smiled.

This man seemed to fit her almost perfectly. Or at least the way he
moved made it feel that way. She sighed with happiness for the
momentary relief from the tedium of her normal existence. "Mmmm," was
about all she got out before they began enjoying one another again.

Last updated on the August 26th 2012

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