Not My Preference

Writers: Suzee, Miriah
Date Posted: 3rd July 2013
Series: It takes Time to Love

Characters: D'hol, Tavia
Description: Aftermath of Sawauth's flight
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 1, day 10 of Turn 7

D'hol

Tavia

Tavi was groggy upon awakening from her joining with Sawauth. The
flight had been a very good one and she could feel her lifemate's
satisfaction through their link.

"Bronze?" That was strange... Sawauth normally selected brown. But
then she had been spending a great deal of time with Kalamath so who
knew why she'd selected this particular bronze. She lay still not
feeling him stir yet.

Stretching slowly, D'hol rolled his shoulders on the furs, and then
feline-like, his legs. The satisfied feeling was a familiar one asnd
as he opened his eyes, he turned his head. "Yes. Bronze." Replete and
in a rather good mood from the flight, his smile was more open than
she had seen previously.

Tavia's eyes crinkled to match his. "Sawauth usually picks brown." she
added by way of explanation. "But she is happy," that was what
mattered most to her anyway. She turned in his arms so she could see
the hand with the broken finger. "How is your hand?"

"Well, sometimes a lady likes a change." D'hol laid back comfortably
and then glanced at his still-wrapped finger and rolled his shoulders.
"Sore, but manageable." He rolled to face her, his normally neat hair
mussed and his face more at ease. "Are you sore?" He flashed a wry,
knowing grin.

Truthfully she was just a little but not enough to really complain so
she smirked right back at him. "A little."

"Good. That means I did something right."

Tavia laughed at that. She'd only ever seen the injured Wingleader when

he'd come to the infirmary and then he'd been upset and snappish. At
another point in her life she would probably have rolled back into his
arms for another go but right here and right now, she had other
priorities.

"Are you thirsty?"

D'hol propped himself up on one elbow. "Not for water." He reached to
draw his finger along her bare arm.

She knew that look and the touch, and what he wanted. She wanted it
too. Her body still hummed with need, but her world was different over
the last few weeks and the last thing she needed for her own peace of
mind was complications. So, she smiled and got up for the water anyway
though she didn't bother covering up "Thank you D'hol," she said
softly. "But I'm... taken."

A brow arched as she got up, his eyes following her. "Taken." One lip
curled in mock humor. "Most are. But I'd wager most take advantage of
flights. Who ever 'has' you probably does the same. Wouldn't you
agree?"

Tavia's eyebrows twitched together in a small frown. No one had ever
questioned her before when she begged off seconds. It was a matter of
etiquette in the flight room. She turned back to him with a tilted
head. "Of course I'd agree." She didn't feel the need to justify her
decision to him but argument over it crystallized it from simple
unease with the prospect to more active distaste for the rider.

"But that doesn't effect my own preference today."

He shrugged. "As you like. It was just a thought." He rose just as
easily and found his pants. He pulled them on with ease, buckling his
belt with self-assured motions before he paused. "So, what does affect
it?"

"How I feel about him," not that she expected the bronzerider to understand.

"Ah." D'hol buckled his belt and turned to study her. "So where is
your 'taken' now? Waiting outside to finish up?"

"No," she said as she bent to pick up her tunic and toss it over her
head. "He's at Dragonsfall."

There was a long pause as D'hol's brows rose. "Wait a moment...he's in
Dragonsfall, and you're here? Yet you say your taken?" D'hol gave a
hoarse chuckle and shook his head. "Smart man."

If ever she wanted to hit a man she wanted to hit D'hol. She jammed
her foot into the other side of her shorts and pulled them up. "What a
perfectly awful thing to say." She'd never come out of a flight room
so upset in her life but she stomped into her shoes and didn't look
back.

"Truth hurts." D'hol's words followed her out and he shrugged. "Women."

A gold flit flew at his face with a scream of rage and Tavia yelled.
"Glory _no_." The golden arrow went /between/ before her claws could
make contact but the wind of her wings smacked him in the face with a
ball of air.

Tavia turned on him "You should watch yourself," she ground out.
"Glory has already ripped up one bronzerider. Lucky for him she was
only a baby then." She took a deep breath and stalked away.

D'hol did jerk back and his brows shot up as the wind hit his face.
There was a long moment of silence before a low laugh followed Tavia
out of the flight room.

Last updated on the August 7th 2013

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