Scene IV: Heart United
IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE THESE MOMENTS HAVE COME TO PASS
SIOBHAN MACLEOD
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK
SIOBHAN MACLEOD
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK
SIOBHAN MACLEOD
[/color] She scolded him, but it was short lived, as she held him close and leaned up to kiss his lips gently, greeting him as she should have when he came though that gate. Hands cupped his face between them to pull him back. Her eyes were already hooded over as pure bliss from simply holding him took her away.
``I missed you so much..I wanted to run to you today..it was torture to not be able to touch you or hold you.``[/ul]
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/color] He whispered back, his head turning and lips pressing to hers. Lucius could have sighed then and there. Large hands rubbed her back and sides affectionately, enjoying the warmth of her hands against his face. The kiss ended much to soon in his opinion, his lips were still slightly parted as eyes opened partly and met her cadet hues.
"I missed you, my princess. Terribly. I longed to hold you..kiss you the moment I saw you..but I had to wait..and it was truly worth it.`` Lucius breathed out with a lazy smile on his lips. He gave her hips a soft, loving squeeze.
"Thank you for the gifts..your cloak has kept me warm at night and your armour kept me alive. I guess you could say..your love protected me.`` He mused softly.[/ul]
SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/color] She did not want him to leave, she wanted him to stay. She wanted to check his body herself to see what damage had been done to him. Kissing him again, she moved her hands to his breeches and began to unlace them. Pulling back she breathed out her words in a whisper.
``I want to see every inch of your body..to make sure you are not seriously hurt with my own eyes.``[/ul]
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/color] And that was simply it. Because they were attached to her they were the most precious thing he owned--aside from the necklace he wore under his tunic. His body pressed into hers as much as it could, already he could feel the warmth of her flesh bleeding through the fabric of her tunic.
"I watched the stars, and prayed I would soon be in your arms." He admitted, though his life had been busy with Kendrew. However, when he had time to stop and gain some peace of thought..they went to her first. Pursing his lips, Lucius kissed her back only to feel hands upon his breeches and tugging at the cord that kept them bound.
"I'm not hurt, my love.." He whispered, but did not object to her undressing him. Was it wrong to say he wanted to feel her hands running over his body? Was it wrong to yearn for the heat of her flesh against his? Pressing a kiss to her forehead, Lucius helped and pulled the tunic over his and cast it to the floor.[/ul]
SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/color] she spoke softly as she removed her hands from the lacing and closed her eyes at the feeling of him kissing her forehead. By the time Lucius had started to help, she was moving around his body to his back as he lifted the tunic up over his head and exposed the bruising that was already forming on his back. Hands moved along his flesh with delicate care as she looked at the damage done. It made her want to wince, wondering how much it really ached him? Leaning forward, she kissed around the edges of one bruise closer to his ribcage, barely pressing her lips there before she moved along, kissing out a path along his still sweaty back, though it had dried by now. Soft lips moved from the top of his spine to work her way down to the lower end making her crouch down. Fingers reached for his breeches and tugged them down to his boots, where she paused to look over his small rear and leaned forward to nibble on his left cheek playfully. A small giggle moved from her lips as she pulled back and helped him remove his boots, unlacing them by putting her hands around the front of his leg, then holding them down as he stepped out of them and the breeches. Still crouched down, she moved the boots out of the way and neatly to the side before patting his leg to have him turn around. It placed him so that he faced her, though with her crouching, it put his phallus in her direct view. She did not ignore it, but her eyes did look over his legs, seeing the scraps along his knees and thighs as her hands just brushed over the dusting of hairs. Leaning forward, she placed a wet kiss on either side of his hips where the large V shape took place. His body was so different from her own it was amazing. Leaning forward and lower, she kissed his knees and thighs gently, making sure she kissed every scrap she could see before she rose up, trailing kisses along the hairs on his lower belly and making wet paths to his peck muscles. She paused to lick her lips now and again, tasting the salt of his body there before she kissed him along the collar bones, to his neck and jaw. Up along his cheek, to his temple where the salve was, making her pull back and wipe her lips with the sleeve of her tunic before cadet eyes stared.
``There. I have kissed every hurt place I could see. Love to help heal your wounds now.``[/ul]
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/color] He whispered, smirking a bit more as he reached for the ends of her tunic and slowly pulled them up and over her head, wanting to see her..all of her one last time. No sooner had he gotten her tunic off did he lean in and kiss her lips fully, his hands releasing the tunic and running up and down her sides. His wife...the wife he loved was here again in the flesh. Pulling his lips back, Lucius lowered his head and kissed her shoulder tenderly, while his arms held her close to him and hands ran down her back to cup her shapely rear.[/ul]
SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/color] The fire crackled to the right, keeping the room warm and casting shadows as Lucius reached for her tunic and pulled it up from her body. Her arms rose, unashamed of her nude form in front of an already nude husband as hair dark like raven's feathers, fell down around her shoulders and covered her bare breast slightly with it's length. One hand rose to push back her hair so she was exposed, moments before Lucius kissed her, making her moan and breath into that kiss as if it were life itself being pushed into her body. What Lucius did by sneaking in here was dangerous, but she would not trade these moments for anything. When he pulled away, soft and damp kisses were placed along his shoulder, feeling the bone and muscle that lay there as he kissed her shoulder in return and slid his hands down so slender fingers could grasp her rear, making her brush against his phallus with her womanhood. She giggled, a sound only Lucius could provoke from the snobbish princess before she reached around to do the same with child like curiosity. Siobhan was the one who ended up pushing Lucius with her body, pressing her front into his and walking with her legs parted slightly so she could move him towards her large bed. Unlike the tavern, it was massive in size as if Siobhan had need for five other people to sleep with her. Furs covered the top and underneath, the softest cotton blankets kept her warm at night, along with Lucius' cloak which lay over the furs on the side she did not sleep in. Siobhan had gone tender, she would remain so with Lucius if she could. Love changed people and mostly for the better. Who else had dared the things Lucius did to make her be a better person? Her father was the only other male she respected as much, which said a great deal about her husband as she pulled both hands up and curled her fingers around his shoulders, palms to the front, so she could push him to sit down on the edge of her bed. It put Lucius eye level to her breast and had Siobhan looking down at him with a smile that could only be given to a husband. Seduction, mischief, and fun of lovers was found in her eyes.
``And what of my kisses husband? I have hurt myself as well. Look..`` She pointed towards her rib cage just under the line of her breast with her finger as her knees pressed his legs apart so she could stand between them.
``Will you kiss your wife's injuries as well?`` There was of course, nothing there to see. [/ul]
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/color] He asked, a soft smile growing on his lips.[/ul]
SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/color] Though she did not point to the outside of her hip and had instead pointed to the side where the stomach turned into hip, inches above her public line. When Lucius bent to kiss that, she closed her eyes again, though this time the sensation was much different. Lips parted and the most beautiful, womanly laugh came from her mouth, making her yank her body inches from him and bend slightly as the tingles ran up her body. Goose bumps showed her ticklish nature in such a kiss as she finally moved her body back into his embrace, still smiling so wide that her teeth showed.
``And here..`` She pressed her fingers to her stomach and caressed it once before pulling them away to look down at it over her breast.
``Where one day, I hope your child will grow within me. Maybe a son, that you can play in the mud with and teach to climb trees, or a daughter that I can teach to be her own person, even if it makes you shake your head at her from time to time.`` Her voice grew soft, laced with all the love she had in him, sharing a dream and new hope that he inspired.[/ul]
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/color] He whispered as she neared him once more, and his hands moved around her hips and to the small of her back just above her rear. To her stomach his lips went next, placing a loving, tender kiss to the flesh there, his eyes closing for a moment. Perhaps one day...he would see her stomach rounding like the Duchess' or the Captain Ealora. But still...that fear of Liliana's misfortune soured that thought as he pulled back somewhat to look up into her eyes. But Siobhan's words...they were unexpected. She hoped for a child with him? Lips parted a bit and he stared up at her, in silent shock and awe. The way she made it sound..it sounded beautiful and inspired him to hope and dream of children in a light..not shadowed by another's experience. Who was to say such would happen to Siobhan? She was strong...she was different. Lucius swallowed hard and turned his eyes back to her stomach, staring at it. For now it was smooth, flattened. One day..with hopes..there would be their child she would carry. Pressing his lips together, Lucius leaned forward and pressed the side of his face to her stomach.
``One day...you will the most beautiful mother..a loving mother..of our child...`` Their baby. Still so young compared to many on this Isle, and already Siobhan was instilling the thought of children in him. Siobhan made it sound so wonderful..and maybe it was. [/ul]
SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/color] How selfish she must have been to not ask!
``Would you like a bath? I can wash you with a cloth if you would like. I am sorry I did not ask sooner.`` If Siobhan change his out look on people, she would do all she could.[/ul]
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/color] He whispered, before asking if he wanted a bath. Pulling his face from her stomach, Lucius looked up to her.
``I take such as a hint. Not all of can smell like roses just as you can.`` He teased, before nodding his head and rubbing her sides affectionately.
``I would like a bath, especially at your hands...perhaps one day I can return the favour.`` He replied, giving her hips a light squeeze.[/ul]
SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/color] Leaning over, she placed a light kiss upon his forehead before she moved to from him and went to the tub area to begin setting up a small bath for him. Water was held in a bucket and heated by the fire, then poured in with cool water to mix so the water was lukewarm. Her nude form showed the muscles that were normally hidden under clothing as she did all of this nude, giving Lucius eye filled sights of her strength in how she could take care of herself and would take care of him. When it was ready, she waited until he moved into the tub and with a cloth, took care in washing his body. She was extremely careful of his back, even washing his hair for him with her own soaps and such as he leaned back. She learned so much more about touch on his body with what seemed like a small action. When he was clean and the water held the oils of his body, she used a cloth to dry his hair as best as she could by patting it, but as she patted his body down, she paused when she noticed his body was once more reacting to her actions. Eyes rose up to look at his face before the cloth dropped and she pressed her body against his to kiss him. Droplets still clung to his back, legs and arms, hair was still damp, but she did not care. The room was warm, she was warm and would keep him from a chill. [/ul]
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/color] He answered before she kissed his forehead and moved off to draw him a bath. Lucius glanced over his shoulder and looked at her bed. It was...huge. Grand. Luxurious. Soft. He never sat upon a finer bed. Lucius stood, rising to his full height as he looked over the sheets and furs before noticing his cloak, the plum wool. He grinned and turned his gaze back to her. Eyes watched his wife, nude, fill up the tub for him. He could see the muscles and bones working together under the flesh and her strength was evident. She was no frail maiden, that was for sure. Once the water was ready he moved to the tub and carefully got in, sitting down and letting his wife wash his body. She was tender around the cuts and bruises, and used her own soaps and oils. He could smell the faint scents of roses and another essence of a flower, and blinked. Hopefully the scent would wear off...it would look rather suspicious if he went off to war smelling like roses. Maybe it was a common soap used here...he hoped so. Once she was done washing his body and his hair even, he carefully climbed out and stood, soaking went. She helped his hair to dry a bit and her hands...oh her hands running over his body with that towel were driving his senses wild. He tried to hide his body's reaction to her touches..but they were so warm and inviting...and she was so close. His heart skipped a beat and he swallowed hard, trying to ignore it, but she stopped and Lucius arched a brow. Oh God..did she notice? Pressing his lips together, he stared down at her before she pressed her body to his. Lucius wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back, holding her tightly to his body, which did not help the arousal and affection die down...in fact it increased it. Deepening the kiss, Lucius found himself grinding his hips slowly against hers, already his semi-hard member was stiffening more and more. Who was to say when they would see each other again? When would be the next chance? The unpredictable made the passion heated and needing.[/ul]
SIOBHAN MACLEODLUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERKSIOBHAN MACLEOD[/color] The hairs of her womanhood held the evidence of her dew as she waited for Lucius to come to her and finish what she had started. This way, he could pull out better as well. [/ul]
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERKSIOBHAN MACLEOD[/color][/ul]
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/color] He breathed out, holding her tightly to him. But dawn was coming...and he had to leave. Kissing her deeply once more, he enjoyed what few moments he had left against her bare form, coming down quickly now from that daze of love. Slowly, he shifted and crawled out of the bed. Bare feet padded to the tub where he reluctantly washed himself of her, before moving to gather his breeches and tunic. Breeches were hoisted up and the tunic was pulled over his head. The laces were done up and he tugged on his boots. Dark eyes turned to Siobhan sadly. His heart lurched in his chest. He didn't want to leave.[/ul]
SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/color] She kissed him back with as eagerness and effort as he gave, cupping his face in between her hands as her thighs squeezed his hops once more and then she released him, watching him as he moved from the bed, went towards the tub and cleaned himself. Siobhan would later, for now she just wiped his seed with her hands, rubbing it into the hairs before she sat up and moved to her tunic to pick it up from the floor and pull it over her head. Eyes glanced to him as she tucked in her necklace and pulled out her hair. She did not want him to go...she wanted nothing more then to fall asleep in his arms. Sighing, she moved to him, kissing him once more softly and with all the tenderness she held for him in her heart before she went to the door, unlatched and opened it as she held his hand. Peeking around, she saw no one and moved from his way to let him go. [/ul]
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/color] He whispered, before kissing her mouth quickly and slipping out of the room and down the hall, glancing over his shoulder once and to her room before he rounded the corner and was out of sight, making his way back to the room Rufus had given him. [/ul][/blockquote]
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