Who K'zre, Yasminath
What K'zre has a dream. Yasminath is confused.
When Summer - Month 7 of Turn 2718
Where Weyrling Barracks, Fort Weyr


Fort Weyr - Weyrling Barracks
The rounded ceiling of this set of barracks is high enough to accomodate growing dragons. Lining the walls lengthwise are sets of stone couches and cots for their riders. At one end of the room are cabinets holding supplies for bathing and oiling young dragons, as well as the weyrling manuals. Against the opposite wall is a table with scraps of leather and leather-working tools. Tacked up on the wall is a diagram of riding straps.

Rough stone at his back. The tight grasp of hands at his wrists. Sharp pain as teeth meet skin. The solid weight of a firm, toned body pressed against his own. Heat and pain and pleasure building, and the sound of his name, breathed out with yearning.


« K'ZRE! »

He woke with a start, shock and adrenaline at war with frustration and heady arousal. The barracks were dark, but there was enough light to make out the shadow that was Yasminath, her head resting as close to him as possible. The glow caught the whirl of her eyes, swift and anxious, as she reached out to carefully nudge him.

« You were having a nightmare. »

"It wasn't a nightmare." The hum of desire still swam in his blood, muddled his thoughts, made him want to squirm and writhe against the pillows and blankets that he shared with Yasminath.

« But you… you were making noise. You were struggling… » And now there is doubt, and confusion, because she had been so certain that he was in distress.

"It was just a dream. I'm fine," he assured her, reaching out to drift his fingers over her snout even as his other hand curls into a fist, to drive blunt nails into the palm of his hand in an effort to banish the flickering images and lingering feelings that threatened him. A furtive glance towards Nymionth's cot, and relief floods him when he finds it empty. The last thing he needed right now was the overly-emphatic bronze to be privy to his current state. He can only hope that wherever they were, it was far enough away that his emotions do not register. The rest of the barracks was hushed and quiet; sleeping dragons and sleeping weyrlings, none the wiser.

« I don't understand. » Yasminath was confused, and nothing K'zre did was abating that confusion. Only exacerbating it.

"It was… it's…" but how to explain to a dragon about lust? About dreams and desires that Kez hadn't felt or experienced since before she came into his life? But there was no barrier between them. His mind was open to her and, instead of needing to explain in words, she was able to pull the thoughts and understanding from him.

« Oh. »

And once more there was that warmth, the rush of relief and overpowering love for Yasminath. For the boundless understanding and acceptance and adoration that came from the little green who pressed up close and loved without limits. Who, in an instant, understood him better than anyone ever could, or would, even if they were given a lifetime to do so. She was still confused, but she was no longer worried, and there was a faint note of apology in her voice for waking him from such a dream.

"It's alright," he assured her with soothing words and soothing fingers, head turned to press a kiss to her nose. "It was just a dream."

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