Home Never Felt Better

[King Adam Aberdeen I]

Home… a place of residence or refuge and comfort. Adam always felt that home was no matter the location, as long as it contained Bess, Aodhan, and Davina. For days now, he had done nothing but spend time with them… as a group and individually… Nights were reserved for Bess… whether in the bedchambers or on leisurely walks in the gardens… Days were reserved for Aodhan, whether riding in countryside or sparring with their wooden swords in the arena… the lad was but seven but had already mastered several protective measures… And Davina… always bringing a smile to the youthful face of the Mo’r Triath… her giggles and coos strumming on his heart strings…

Maubrey nor his cronies had been heard from in months… England was now a calm, but rebuilding duchy of the Gaelic Nations… Wales was free and on her way to self-government… Ireland was under the Governorship of Admiral Jack Flynn, who has seen to its rebuilding himself… and Scotland… well, she had seen her share of hardship… and the still grieved the loss of a true Scot King… Robert the Bruce, who died in mid-spring…

With Skye becoming a democracy, Adam and Beathag heard only high state cases, the rest handled by the Parliament of Clan leaders, merchants, and elected representatives of the working class. Adam had traded his official robes of black and gold, to the white silk shirt, brown leather trousers and brown jerkin… his Gold Talon escorts reduced to five outside the city gates and none inside.

Home never felt better… He walked thru the gardens, his Bessie Eve by his side, their hands clasped together as if they were edging the limits of their courtship… Both of mid-thirties, instead of their youth, never portrayed themselves as old… for their gestures and teasings during the day, and sexual intimacies of the night demonstrated by youthful antics…

The people of Skye, the royal court of the Gaelic Nations, and the everyday man of the street were pleased to have their Mo’r Triath home… but not as happy as Adam… for all he had done was to provide a home for Bess and a safe place for his family. Home never felt better !!!

[King Adam Aberdeen I]

Bess: "Ah dun nay think it gaes quite like tha' Aod. Ye may 'ave mastered swords early but ye can nay row a boat tae save yer life son," So far, one boy with two oars had rowed them in a rather sweet circle sending ripples across the vast garden lake. Passing a cooing, excited baby girl to her brother, she let Aodhan show her the water while she proved that the upper portion of her body was still strong. One may lift children, books, and brew but it seemed to be sufficient. "Sae now, o' Mo'r Triath, where shall we row n yer vast domain?" The summer was sweet. His presence was sweeter still. She could not remember a time when the season had passed into existence with such brilliance. Before, the zenith of one led to the death of another with little fan fair. Now everything as literally vibrant with color and life. Aodhan sprinkled a few drops of water over the baby's hands, making her use her newfound coordination to clap. Her belly tightened as she laughed, long and joyous.

Adam: Adam was laying back in the small boat... He had rowed out to the middle, and collected the pair of oar in... Until, Aodhan wanted to try... but circles was all he could manage. With an evil smirk, he looked to his wife... "Row woman... tis yer Kingdom tae... Ah seen the mi'dle enuff..." he teased nudging Aodhan. He readjusted his hands beneath his head and winked at his beloved Bess.

Bess: "Aye, ye great one. Ah'll row." She chuckled, using the oar to flick a bit of water onto the head of His Grace before pulling them with ease through the drink. They would pass beautiful trees of Willow, the air filled with the scent of flowers and grass. Why, it was even so fine a day that the dress of Beathag sat low to expose her shoulders, back, and chest to the warmth with no care that the lily white would be bespeckled with freckles if it were to go red. For years it wore signs of a long lived life. Why not now? Onward and onward, through the wide world. No parliament to talk on them, nor edicts, nor judgments. Nothing vile or hard was here.[/color]

Adam: The throes of a successful winter campaign now brought the peace and serenity along with summer that Adam wished Skye to be... there was much ado still about... land to manage, an empire to run, a wanted criminal to apprehend, but this week was his to be with the family. The spray from the errant oar landed upon suspecting brow... the sea-green eyes opened wide with amusement. With a soft laugh, he allowed one hand to surf the small waves of the oar as Bess rowed the boat along calm waters... Looking at her he winked... "Tis all Ah e'r wanted for us mae luv..." he reached down and took Davina and held her aloft... "Yer much like yer Ma lass... stout and strong... baet Ah swear ya'll ne'r have to use a sword n’r axe tae live..." Then the strong arms cradled the babe as the man gazed at their miracle.

Bess: The hardship from the Autumn, the turmoil of Winter, and the epic finishes of Spring brought now a Summer that was more than desirable. Was it a week? It had seemed longer indeed that Adam had been home, and while he secreted a seven day for nothing but them, the truth of it was since his return, one might argue most of the days were for them all somehow. Aodhan thrived in Adam's company; those who taught him reported he was far more zealous and enthusiastic, showing, and learning from his father brokered further improvement. To see his mother smile as she did and to see what she had done in the realm of cultural preservation and expansion of knowledge encouraged the boy to attack his heritage: His Norse and Scotts-Gaul he was determined to catch to his mother, and he was determined to beat his father in such things as Latin, Greek, and French. Spanish, too, was another thing he talked, and he even showed a promise of being able to take his Scotts-Gaul easily to its Irish cousin. Davina was a hearty girl of five and a half months, who could roll over with the best of them, and would certainly roll if she couldn't crawl (which she was determined to do, so help her!) As for Beathag, she rejoiced in he achievements of her family while claiming little prestige for herself, save in that one would be hard pressed to find a mother that loved her children as ardently as she did. "Aye, m'mother was as stout as anythin', ye had tae be in our family, though I dun think ye e'er have tae worry o'er swords. Much rather prefer pens n' harps"

Adam: Adam laughed at Bess's comment... "Aye lass, yer right... an' Ah must ever so strong tae even kept up with yae..." He had been back in Turas Lan more than a month... and this was a week, he took away from his duties as Mo'r Triath, just to be plain Adam... Of course nights had been much warmer by his wife's bare arse... just to lay next to her and touch her lily-white skin... and to confront scars as if they were intimate intricacies to play with...

By day... a politician, leader, mentor, and father. By night... he was a husband, a friend, and lover... And to this end was the Mo'r Triath's life in Turas Lan... one much more desired than one in a foreign land laying framework for a future.

He caught sight of Bess' bare shoulder and instantly remembered the kisses upon it the night prior. Breaking that thought he looked to Aodhan... "Ah bae proud of yae lad... yer studies are comin' along well... Ah bae proud and surprised of such quick learning..."

Bess: "Ah know Da, but I want to show you so much," Aodhan replied, turning to look up at him with a wide grin. Summer was a favored time of his mother to see him, when his olive toned skin darkened all the more. He was rich earth. From that boy everything that had started to become the woman before Adam had grown seven years ago, and with Adam and Davina, the picture was complete. "Next, I'm goin' tae master ridin. Dae ye think Aunt n' uncle will be pleased? N' ship knots too." Beathag chortled. But, to see the way her husband smiled? She remembered a face like that before it was lost to the union of their lips. Before the concave of her belly devoured it, before it was filled with other sounds. Turning down to Aodhan she nodded, "When he n' Aunt Aislin return home, Eamonn will beh delighted. M'thinks on ship knots tha'll please Uncle Jack, n' Seanna n' ye will have endless fun at it. Ye shall master the world eh?" He nodded emphatically, he was determined to try!

Adam: Beathag had steered the boy right... Adam merely gave him the means to learn... A ship goes where the helmsman steers it, unless it is set adrift... and by damned, he would not allow himself to let the boy adrift... if he became smarter than them both...and more intelligent in all things than anyone, so be it, for the future of Skye was in his hands. Adam was more proud of the boy than anyone could ever know... and he loved the dark-skinned boy as if he had been conceived by his seed. Tis said... Any man can be a father... but it takes someone special to be a dad... and that is how Adam felt... Nothing said, just a loving hand caressed the dark curls of the lad's head; and a wink of the sea-green eye to the mother. "Yae master riding like yer uncle Eamonn, and that shall be a feat well deserved praise upon high..." He knew one day he would be better than Eamonn... That would be hard... but nothing was impossible.

Bess: He would be better than them all if the Gods were willing. Better educated, a better spirit, and a better person. For all that the child had seen in his short years resiliency kept him unmarred. How was it that children could heal where it took adults so long to forget even the slightest of half-baked offenses? Greater yet, war had not harmed him. He had seen at least two wars in his short life, born at the end of a siege to have made three. Still, see how he smiled! Her lips parted in the same expression as the ship docked up along the water's bank. Aodhan was quick to be of help, taking the oars and laying them in, taking Davina while Beathag came out to set up a space on the shore where the little Princess could take her afternoon nap under a bower of wild flowers. Aodhan was content to run himself within the nearby forests.

Adam: Adam lay there whilst the rest exited the boat... and with the urgence from the dark lad, his Da rose... and just as he did, the lad pulled the boat hard causing Adam to fall backwards out of the boat... Adam splashed about to gain his footing in water not yet to his waist, as the lad laughed so hard telling his Ma… “See, Da has no sealegs...” At the same time, Adam sat up in water to his chest... the look of a pretended meanness... "Ah'll get yae ya lil beggar... and yae'll bae in the dungeon afore nigthfall..." and as the man started to rise, the boy laughed again and ran away... stopping only briefly... "Nay Mo'r Triath, tis my forest... yu find yer own..." then disappeared in the woods. Adam could only laugh and stand up... dripping wet from head to toe... he looked at his beloved wife... "That bae yae... pure thru and thru..." then he shook his hands spraying both mother and child.

Bess: "Dun disagree with ye. He's got a heavy streak o' Scottish." The haughty Celt went off to conquer the forest as his sodden ruler crawled himself to the shore. The hand that helps could be the hand that released if one wasn't fast enough! Beathag was innocent though. Davina was the soul source of her attention; a blossom dangled down for the baby to grab kept her away from the humorous threats of incarceration. "Mm, stay with me n' ye'll get ye sea legs, though Ah dae confess tha' yestereve may have buckled ye legs worse for wear fer a few days more." Looking over one bare shoulder, long, golden hair was tucked behind her ear as she grinned. A seductress without trying. A siren with a brogued sort of song.

Adam: "Aye lass, but that kind o'buckling, Ah bae glad tae endure..." the brogue seemed natural to him now... those once in a while his learned English would poke thru... And as he spoke, he swatted the fine arse the woman carried despite her age, her wear and tear... an arse Adam was glad to snuggle next to... A siren she was... and a seductress in more ways than any courtesan he had known... and he loved her so...

A shirt removed here, a boot there, and other boot hither... his trousers finally made it to a tree limb.... then a shirt was hung next to it... Butt naked, the Mo'r Triath stood in all his glory... The sun would dry both ruler and attire... "Yo woman... care tae handle a man instead of a babe now?" he teased wiggling his hips and shaking his arse. Be it far from the usual manner of an empirical leader to show such distaste... but he did not care... he cared only what his wife thought of him.

Bess: "All things fer a reason, Mo'r Triath," the Mo'r Oukselo was pleased to reign over the man in the bed chamber, more so than any democratic empire that could be created. Unabashed in his nakedness, he was Adam of Eve was he not? Unknowing of anything wrong with his flesh. This was man before the fall. This was them, after a turn in hardship. Davina soon drifted off to dreams while Beathag viewed her own, incarnate. "Ah can handle a real man iffn he comes o'er here n' stops shakin his wanker like an arse" She laughed, holding on to her belly before laying back on the shore, holding out a hand that he should come to join her.

[Queen Beathag Aberdeen]

On the banks of the no-name river, on the shores of an un-named plot of Earth, Beathag reclined back as Adam enjoyed the sun in a fitting state. "They say Adam began his journey naked after God made 'im aye?" She turned on to her side, finding no shame in the state as man was rumored to once not have either, "ah think ye'd gae about nude e'erywhere iffn ye could." She was not looking at him as the Mo'r Triath, nor as any man poised to be a once and future King. Neither Emperor or a man-become-God. Merely a woman with eyes for a man. Awoman who looked on no one else the way she did him.

"Ah've been given some thought tae somewot we've spoken on," she reigned in his wildness by tugging on his arm for him to come closer, "We should make use o' the gift given us in our later years. Davina was only the first child o' a few dun ye [/i]think?" Would it astound him that a miracle was not relegated to once. That after one male and one female, what more could be had? Soft hands had ghosts of their former calluses; scars stretched out stealthly across the palm to caress the veins at the wrist. Fingertips had pads were print diminished from wear. They touched his face, before coming up to pull back wayward strands of hair. "We've many a year afore we're old n' gray. Are ye listenin tae wot Ah say?" If he'd grown shocked, he could g osomewhat quiet.

[King Adam Aberdeen I]

Eyes of sea-green caught her gaze of him, and gave her a wicked smirk. “Aye lass, Ah woot… Mabbe AH should decree it sae…” then offered a slight chuckle. “Yae bae speaken o’God’s word tae man? Tha’ Adam was naked when first formed?” he smirked a bit. “T’was Eve tha’ lured Adam tae evil ways… and caused man to bae clothed…” then he laughed… “T’was woman tha’ caused man to be clothed… and spent the rest of time tryin’ ta unclothe ‘em…” A pop to her arse in jest. “Tis nay that man hath enjoyed the evil woman hath given over the years either, aye?”

Shifting his position a bit, he rose to prop his head upon a hand. “Naew tha’ Davina was blessed ‘pon us… Ah think more should bae possible…” Thoughts of a household full of Aberdeen children propagating the castle made him smile, but the efforts it would take to produce such a brood was causation for a wicked smirk. Edging his nude form toward her, he spoke softly. “Ah lass, we can try again… though t’isn’t like we nay been tryin’…” giving her a wink.

His nude form, lean and unconsciously muscled in the right proportions, now pressed against her. A free hand pushing away errant golden strands, to a calloused hand caressed her face. One glance at the sleeping Davina, and another to the forest, Aodhan’s voice echoing off the rocks far away… the last glance to his beloved wife. A simple wink, and a lean to her. One kiss… one that would evolve in its progression… If there was ever a love upon the Earth, it was Adam and his Bessie Eve.

[Queen Beathag Aberdeen]

She arched an eyebrow at his comfort in his flesh. A decree? Oh, she could see that well enough. A nation unashamed of the skin in which it was born - yet - were there not some things more special this way? "Still," she mused, "Would ye be as quicktae show off the flesh o' yer wife, twould be different smackin me bare arse in public," Once, a young girl in the kitchens scolded the Mor' Triath for treating his wife like a common street woman. She rolled over onto her belly, watching as he admired a still clothed form. His own was not bad to look at. Strong, taut Pleasing. There was no orthodoxy to be subject to in these gardens. Her eyes wandered with little shame.

"Snakes seducin' women n' apples eaten, a fall from pleasure n' out intae the world. Tis a fantastic story. Nay the less fantastic as some m'mother or father told me tae be certain, but, is it nay good Eve at this apple? Tha'we are aware..have challenges tae o'ercome, n' triumphs tae rejoice in.. Fer all the scorn Eve is cast with, she is still the mother o' all mankind n' history nay?" Wry grin curved up as she spoke on what she percieved to be her take on faith. As he leaned in closer, she let her voice grow husky and inviting. "N' we dae try fer children, though Ah dun think fer children is wot we beh thinkin' o'." It was the joining of one flesh, one mind, and one spirit. "Ah would nay mind more, tis nay unwanted tae be put upon by ye." In some courts, a man's seed was reserved for his mistress more than his wife. She might bare him one heir and never feel his touch again, while a mistress and others would litter the world with the coveted prizes of a king's love. No one could oust the golden-haired giantess from the arms of her lover. No one could pleasure him, captivate his mind, entrance his senses. None could comfort him or bring him humor as she could. Her place as wife was as unrivaled as his position to remain her husband.

On the shores of the Eden he had made for her, Bessie Eve surrendered to Adam's touch, his kiss. She ran her fingers down the side of his face before drawing him close. Tasting the honey meade drunk earlier and warm, fresh air, she pulled away to look into his eyes. "Tell me ye be 'ome fer more than just the summer. Ah know wot ye can nay help..but stay with me. Ah want tae 'ave the seasons pass as they ne'er 'ave fer us, like this one." They had never had one full season, save this one. This was golden, blissful and perfect. It mattered not what still had to be: No Isabella of France, no Roger Mortimer nor any that came could take this away. So she asked him that it not end so soon as he golden rays waning to become less in the sky. "Please stay, and let us know wot peace be like."

[King Adam Aberdeen I]

An expression change followed by a smirk… He hadn’t thought of others viewing her nude form. Shaking his head a bit… “Yer one tae complain ‘bout mae smackin’ such a fine arse…” The man chuckled… “B’sides woot yae wan’ mae smackin’ others…?” he teased, knowing full well he had no desires for another but her. He even had refrained from Shaden’s charm and seduction because of the love he had for his wife. Adam listened to her version of the Christian lore, smirking broader… “Aye, makes a goot story tae learn children ‘bout…”

But stories were not what he had on his mind… unless it was stories of sexual prowess and stamina. One hand drew to her face as she neared him, pushing the golden hair back, the coarseness of the palm caressing her cheek and neck. “Lands naew run by their own people, under a Gov’nor o’ Skye. Alliances are solid, as solid an alliance can bae… Our standing army is trained and in goot ‘ands… Ah dun know what could take mae from Skye… or yaer arms lass…” he winked and kissed her forehead, his thumb catching her chin and tilting her head back. “When Ah was in London, Claramae told mae tae stay near mae wife… tae love her for all she ‘as… and dun worry ‘about nothing. And Ah think Ah shall heed her advice…” Another wink and a kiss to her lips.

“Ah’ll stay if’en yae kin put up wit mae… Yae dun ev’n knaew if ya can stand mae arse anymore…” he teases her. He hated their parted ways of yester-season. Now was their joy of summer…. usually the days when war raged….but the winter had found their embattled… now in the warmth of the season, they were at peace… and in the arms of each other soaked it all in.

[Queen Beathag Aberdeen]

"Bless yer soul n' put sweet balm n' yer hand. Nay, Ahdam. Ah'm pleased Ah'm the only rear tha' delights ye enough tae pay it heed with yer hand." A rough, brash way to speak of her pleasure in it, the look of awaiting an answer from him crossed over into nothing but a peaceful grin as he gave his ascention with fact. No other woman had held his attentions like she had, and that legendary connection was enouh to spurn the rest of Europe. Govenors, embissaries, and people given sanction oversaw the world now that the Mo'r Triath, Mo'r Oukselo, and the Griffin Court constructed.

A woman who was fabled cold as steel instructed the man to love? No one was beyond that salvation, were they. As her head was tilted back to relay the story of the counselor's advice, for a moment her mind flickered on the deeds of St. Laurence, Sorschal, and the ilk around them. "Then sage advice it be," she said ,encased in a dreamscape for a moment. "Think ye she 'as a lover? Once I saw her in the company o' a particular man," for the woman was a lioness among many lions afterall, "and it seemed beyond the civility they were o' constant companionship." It was natural to wonder if others were as blessed as they.

Still, to think on others was not to enjoy the thing so blessed that had been yearned for. She kissed him, enjoying the feel of his calloused, lived skin against her own. Had it become soft? Riding gloves, tender care, and an absence of war metal had left only the scars and nothing more. "Ah can stand ye," she breathed, kissing his chin before letting her voice reverberate against the Adam's apple of his throat. "Oh aye lad, ah can stand ye." So much lost time, but she didn't think on that now. Let the past keep its image of the sick woman who realized she could not do with his death but needed his life. Let it keep the edict of old courts that had drawn him early on from her bed. Let the past keep it all because they were married, and constant, and able.

[King Adam Aberdeen I]

“Aye, that sage advice dun brought mae bak tae yae…” his hand now searched for an opening in her clothing. “Mabbe she ‘as a man o’her own naew… she bae a sprite, good lookin’ woman, who kin handle ‘er own…” then he winked at Bess with a teasing smile. “Much ado like yerself nae doubt…”

Taking a glance around the area, his gaze returned to her, one filled with a hint of wickedness. “Prepare tae be manhandled woman…” his hand finding its way underneath. Laying her upon her back, he pressed himself upon her, his knees spreading her legs apart. His words might not have been romantic nor subtle, but his softness, his gazes upon her, and his actions would be… He often teased her in such a way and either a feigned fight or tickling fit would lead to passionate lovemaking wherever they were at the time. With one whisper… “An if’n ya come up with child again, tis bae wot we deserve…” a wink offered as home never felt better.

[Queen Beathag Aberdeen]

"Ah 'ave it on good authority tha' she keeps a discrete company," she whispered as if the grass would sway in a way to betray her words,` "but tha' is her business..n' ye are mine." Sage words brought about a sage deed. Her interests were more linear with the present, instinct drive, desiring. It was not everyday a woman enjoys the foreward advances of a man in broad daylight! Laughing at the make of it, she pressed her lips to his and reclined back in the grass with him.

He was not a silver-tongued poet, and infact he had only ever written her one such letter during their courtship. Ah! That was not his place! It was hers, trained to recall the grandeur of Gaelic elegance whilst he appreciated. The roles associated with the thought were not bad ones. On being given the privelege, her hands traveled over his broad, bare back. "Wot e'ere it beh, tis pleasurable," she murmured the dare, laughing softly as preperations were made for a different sort of journey beside the river. Those that attested for love, and apologized for loneliness. "Then we deserve all the world."

And for the first time in many years, she could say she was home in every way.

[King Adam Aberdeen I]

“n' ye are mine…” She said and he just smirked… “Ah like th’ sound o’it lass… truly naew, Ah woot ‘ave none other…” then he smiled and kissed her chin. And her lips would send him into yet another realm… one of love’s passion unhalting… none the wavering, as he explored every millimeter of her… pushing aside material for access to skin untanned. Meanwhile scars were toyed with, and treated as special upon her skin… a kiss, a touch, warm breath upon a summer’s sun… They were truly home… a home they built with blood, swear and tears, just as if their hands had built it.

By some fate of God or the Gods, Adam and Bessie Eve were in their garden… ready and willing to procreate another of their brood. But to them, passion had no destination, except the exploration of love profound; Being their wedding day in the hallway, the gardens of the castle, the ready rooms of Parliament, or upon the shore… They did as they desired… and when they desired.

It all felt exquisite. Scars put on her body in violence and malice ,were now the gates to pleasure. Grinning, their joining in intimacy the way the Gods intended.They lay in the grass of the river giving in. They always gave in. Urge. Desire. It mattered little which of the two dominated either. What the Mo'r Triath and Mo'r Ouksela wanted, they grabbed for with two determined hands a piece. While Aodhan ran further, further into the forests of his domain.... Davina lay in slumber, and the pair was twisted against one another.

Ecstasy is defined as a state of consciousness characterized by expanded spiritual awareness, visions, or absolute euphoria. Whether it be, the most uncivilized population, or among the civilized world, certain conditions in the male-female union encounter are regarded as divine or as the union-with-the-Divine.

This state is often induced with these two. Some people regard intimate encounters as “delightful beyond expression” but in the eloquent speech that the Mo’r Traith would give, it would be more along… “…these ecstatic experiences end commonly in a continuity of impulse, of purpose, of form and of result between the ecstatic intoxication of the savage and the absorption of the mystic….” But to Adam, all he could do was allow Bess to lay beside him, and in exclamation, say… “Damn lass…”

The world outside their “ecstatic experience” mattered not, save two… and that is where his eyes peered to next. Only to gaze upon his beloved wife. Sea-green eyes sought out her emeralds, and offered a pleased smile. “Ah love ya lass… Ah tr’ly dae… We are truly blessed…” Not knowing what lie off the coast… voyeurs soon to come visit.

"Above all else n' all others," she turned her head over to him as a lazy hand grasped at his. It was strangely amusing, watching the tired limb try to vie for its counterpart in the soft, moist grass beside the lack. Sans dress, sans lacing, sans cares she languished happily with nothing else to care for but the after-math of love defined. Biting into her lip, she wondered how often Ecstasy was supposed to occur in life. Had they tapped the vein of theirs too often? A woman of advanced years should slow down her lusts. It was a common medicinal fact that it might injure! Bah! For thirty and six, beyond the life expectancy and three times as lived as any who'd reached sixty, she could languish in her lover's arms all she pleased.

Little did they know what awaited them off the coast.....[/font] [/color]