Window of My Heart
STEAL AWAY INTO THE NIGHT AND COME BACK TO ME PAST THE PANE..
SIOBHAN MACLEOD
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LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/color][/ul]
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SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/b] Already soft kisses pressed to his cheeks and jaw.
``Can you stay for the whole night or will you have to leave? Oh please stay you will stay with your wife tonight..she misses you so..`` Siobhan did not whine, in fact she was smiling, so happy she could dance. In some small way, she did, swaying with him and moving to the left with him so he had to follow.[/color][/ul]
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/b] He whispered in reply, pressing many kisses to her opposite cheek and jaw. In his own elate, Lucius was swaying with her to and fro, grinning like a fool in love, for he was...a fool in love hopelessly with his wife.
``I will stay as long as I can. I will stay with my wife until the morning comes. When do your guards check upon you?`` He asked, glancing to the door, still holding the bow in his bandaged hand.[/color][/ul]
SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/b] Hands went to his chest, feeling his cold tunic and chest. He was cold..she already was rubbing her hands along his chest to help warm his frame. Eyes drifted towards the doors when he asked about the guards.
``They have not checked on me in many days, they trust me once more, but we must be silent. A noise that is not of habit will surely have them coming to check upon me.`` Eyes looked back at him as her smile did not fade the least.
``I have a bath, ready for both of us. You are cold..come let me warm you.`` Hands were already moving to his vest, trying to unbutton it and help him undress. No, not for sex, but a nice hot bath. Siobhan had already had one, but she wanted to wash and warm her husband. Stream moved from the top of the tub as the water waited for someone to use it.
``We do not need to wait anymore..you are here...come..get undressed.`` Moving from him, she went to close the window and shut out the cold of the winter night before turning back and moving to him to help undress his cold body so he could get into the bath. She moved with a eased pace, not wanting her guards to hear her moving quickly and wonder if she was in trouble or having issues. Gathering a cloth and some soap, she went towards the tub to wait for Lucius.[/color][/ul]
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/b] He replied with a wide smile. One hand placed itself upon the small of her back, loving the feeling of her warm hands, which he could swear he could feel under the studded leather vest. He was glad to hear that the guards would not be checking up on her, how terrible it would be for them to come rushing in and find him in her room...then he might never see her again before the war! Lucius glanced to the door once last time before his eyes met hers. A bath? Oh how wonderful it sounded to him, and as if his body heard, he shivered. A nice, hot bath to warm his flesh and her love to warm his heart and soul...could he ask for more at this moment?
``The sight of you already warms my heart. But a hot bath does sound too good to pass up.`` He said, eyes glancing down to her hands as she already started to unbuckle the brigandine. Lucius did not need to be told twice to get undressed and setting her bow on the nearby table, he undid his vambraces, setting them aside and untucking the cloth from his sleeve. That was folded and set beside the bow before he undid his cloak and dropped it on the floor. His eyes glanced to her as Siobhan returned from shutting the window, and he unbuckled his belt to let it fall to the floor. Lucius leaned his scabbard against the table and shrugged off the brigandine by the time she came over. With her help, Lucius undressed and folded his clothes to place them on the floor, glancing to the door once before moving to the tub, nude, and stepping in. The water was warm and sent a rush of goose bumps over his skin. But how good it felt! Sighing softly, Lucius held onto the sides and lowered himself into the tub, his legs bent at the knee,a bit tall for the tub, and leaned back a bit, arms resting on the rim of the tub.
``I love you, Siobhan...thank you for this...`` No more was she so cold to him, turning him away or looking down upon him. Things were different now..they had changed.[/color][/ul]
SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/b] Dipping the cloth into the water again, she moved to press his back up so he would lean forward. Moving over the tub, she washed his back in gentle circles, scrubbing away the oils and dirts of the day.[/color][/ul]
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/b] Lucius replied, opening his eyes and sitting up a bit straighter in the small tub. When her hand pressed to his back, Lucius leaned forward, though his dark eyes transfixed on her face. She was so beautiful..he couldn't help but stare, a few strands of hair falling in his face.[/color][/ul]
SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/b] she spoke softly, waiting for him to go under so she could reach out and run her fingers through his hair, making sure it was wet all the way through. Finger tips massaged the scalp and when he came up, she had a flash of how he looked when he was standing over the barrel out back of his father's smithing hut. She had been so close to a kiss, now she did not hesitate to lean forward and press her lips to his own. A hand rose to touch his wet hair, keeping him close as she leaned over him and the water.[/color][/ul]
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/b] he said. Eyes traveled from hers to those lips, watching them come closer before they met his. Lucius sunk into the kiss, pressing against hers as eyes closed and his still damp arms wrapped around her. Without thinking, Lucius pulled her further toward him, which involved pulling her partly into the tub as well.[/color][/ul]
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LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/b] He whispered in agreement, his arms still holding her tight. Unfortunately he had to release her so she could get out of the tub and stand. Lucius moved his arm, sitting up and taking her hand just in case she fell, before rising himself, the water rushing from his form and retreating into the water. Already he was semi-hard from the onslaught of kisses between them, and with care he stepped out of the tub, not wanting to slip and break his neck on the hard floor.[/color][/ul]
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SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/b] Walking fast to the water in the tub, she splashed some of it around, so he would think she was in the tub, before she reached for her tunic, finding it partly damp as she struggled to get it on over her head. Lucius! What would she do with him? She ended up walking to him quickly and grabbing his arm, pausing to look around. What was worse, every time she walked, she felt him still in her body. Behind the door! She moved him over and pushed him behind the door, as she reached for the lock and lifted it, pulling the door partly open to see her father standing there, tall and proud with a soft smile on his face until he saw her. Lips swollen, face flushed, breathless.[/color][/ul]
SIOL MACLEOD[/b][/color][/ul]
SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/b] Still she opened the door wider for him, but he did not step inside.[/color][/ul]
SIOL MACLEOD[/b][/color][/ul]
SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/b] Closing the door again, she latched it and looked to Lucius, nude, and with his back to the wall, With a finger, she bid him to follow her..
``Find a place to hide well...he'll not stay long.`` She promised as she moved to pull a cloak about her form and tied it. She even went to the tub and splashed some of the water onto the floor so he would see it and known she spoke the truth. How she hated lying to him.[/color][/ul]
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SIOL MACLEOD[/b] He sighed and turned around, sitting upon the bed gently to ease his tired and still armor covered body.
``Siobhan..my child. I have come to tell you that on the morrow, you will leave to head back to the village without me. I am sorry I canna take you as I promised. ``[/color][/ul]
SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/b] She did not want to leave..she could get a few nights with Lucius if she stayed. If she asked, her father would find it odd, since she had claimed she missed home so much. Even now, she watched as he blinked at her, no doubt expecting her to throw a temper at him.
``Father..war scares me. But I am growing...I am learning that it is needed and you can not do anything about it but to fight. I am sorry for the trouble I have caused in my adolesence...``[/color][/ul]
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LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/b] He whispered, arms still wrapping around himself before he quickly shut the window. No more cold air. Sighing, he turned back to Siobhan.[/color][/ul]
SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/b] It was not said in a sexy voice..no, one of worry and concern. She too stripped down quickly, removing the cloak and tossing it to the side, along with her damp tunic to throw it over by the fire place once more. She would use body heat to warm him. Moving him to bed, she helped him undress again as his hands shook badly. When he was eased into the bed, she rearranged the blanket over him, then climbed in and pressed her body against him as much as she could. Hands went to his body to rub quickly, getting some of the cold out with her hands. Her body pressed to his cold one, shivering as well before the warm seeped into them both. She just held him, wanting him to stop shiver. She did not wish him to get sick, more so with war so close.[/color][/ul]
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