This woman has no idea what she would have done to me if she had said no. It would have broke me to know that the one woman I could not live without, could live without me. The months I was gone, even though it was a few days for her, was torture. I couldn't help myself and had to come visit her, even though it was just a few minutes and took a large amount of my magic reserves to do so. It was all worth it though.
Now, as relief floods my tense body, she wipes a tear from my face that I did not even know I had shed. She stands on her tip toes, putting her mouth on my own with those soft, tender lips. I pull her closer. I break the kiss only for me to lift her up in my arms, her throwing her arms around my neck.
I take her into my room and kiss her deeply before setting her on the bed, not letting up from the kiss, as I move over her body with my own. I must make her one with me, she is mine, and I am hers, I want to be as close as I can to her and never let her go. My tongue trails down from her mouth to her neck, licking and nipping her supple skin, eliciting gasps and mumbled moans from her. My hands move to her chest, gripping her breast through the many layers of the bodice.
As her lips part to gasp in surprise, I swallow it with my mouth, invading her offering with my tongue as she moaned even against my lips. I groan as her own hands begin to move over my back pulling me, holding me against her.
My hard manhood is aching for attention, practically begging for any touch. I grind my groin against her own, making her break from the kiss, a gasping moan escaping her lips as I groan at the exquisite sound that escapes her lips.
"I want you. Rakara, may I make love to you?" My question slips from my mouth, wishing to know that this is what she wanted too.
.....
"I want you. Rakara, may I make love to you?" Bav's breathless husky voice is full of desire, making my heart and core tingle with need.
His tender kisses continue on my neck as I give it some thought. Should I say yes? Am I ready to? What if I say yes and he throws me away... No, I can not believe that doubt, not with his reaction from earlier.
"I do not know ....if I am ready.... I am afraid." I whimper out when his kisses on my neck send a warmth through my core, making me feel the wetness between my legs grow.
"What is it that you are afraid of my love? You know I will never leave you or try to hurt you, right?" He pulls back to look into my eyes, making sure to watch my reaction and hear my next words.
"I do not know, what it is I am afraid of, maybe I need more time. I want you too, but I am still afraid of saying yes to your request." I let him know timidly.
He sighs a deep heavy breath through his nose, and moves to my side, stroking my face. "Alright, if you are not ready yet, I will stop. You seemed so ready before though, otherwise if I had known you were not I would not have asked."
I see the confusion in is face, but also the tenderness that he will not push the matter.
"I'm sorry for the mixed signals. I think that because of the alcohol my inhibitions were lowered. As I mentioned, I do want you, I just, I am not ready yet." I wish I could hide my face, I feel so embarrassed.
Bav hushes me, "Shh... You don't have to explain anything to me. It will happen when it is supposed to." His lips brush mine for a tender and sweet kiss, that has me aching for more, making me pull him closer to me and deepen our kiss.
He breaks our kiss and panting, excuses himself for a moment. I sit up as he walks into the bathroom, as I sit there in a light daze. I hear the water running and remember what he had said before, when one is aroused, water can help. My toes curl at the thought that his arousal was so strong he had to break from me to throw water on his flames...
I stand up from the bed and walk around the room, looking at the items in the room. A plush chaise lounge next to an ornate table with books piled high. Looking at the spines some are leather bound and others are in a language I can not identify. The few I can read say, Compendium of Tharsigh or our books written about Jakesha.
Walking away from the books, I look at the little knick knacks scattered throughout the shelves. They are random things, a feather, a shell, a few rocks with interesting colors and patterns, but nothing that stands out and tells me more about Bav.
I take a seat on the chaise lounge when Bav comes walking out of the bathroom, looking absolutely stunning in just a towel. My eyes widen as he walks out, looks at the bed and freezes seeing I am no longer there. I clear my throat as I stare heatedly at his taut muscles that only relax upon turning to see me.
He walks over to another door and disappears inside, while talking to me. "So what have you accomplished while I was gone?" He calls out from the room.
I walk over to the room, pausing when I notice it's a room full of clothes. "I was able to get the contractor to come and give me the estimate and he'll begin with his crews tomorrow I believe."
"Well that's fantastic! You'll be able to open the place sooner than you thought than?" He sticks his head out and notices my annoyed face. "What is the matter?" He comes out with trousers on, but still shirtless, as much as I enjoy the sight, it doesn't lift my spirits at the moment.
"It's nothing, really. I just did not realize how much work it was going to take to bring the place back into use. It's going to take all my savings and then the profits I make from Mrs. Stargo and Mrs. Sawyers business to cover the deficit, and even then I will have to be careful saving up to furnish and prepare the place to open."
I give a short mocking laugh and continue, "It is crazy to me that it is costing so much, mainly because I went through someone who would give me a fair and reasonable price, compared to any of the others available. It is still going to cost almost thirty thousand gold! I feel as if I am jumping in over my head and will end up in debt because of it. I really wanted the place next to mine, then I could have taken care of it in my own time and used the shop for the tea settings and mine for the food and tea service. Sorry, I am rambling on."
"Nonsense, I want to know what is on your mind. What kind of marriage will we have if we can not talk to each other about what is bothering us?"
He's right, we are going to have to trust each other....
"Bav, if you are banished from your father's court, who makes the money from your deals with the government?" I ask him bluntly, that way there are no misunderstandings.
"Well a portion of it goes to the court of foreign affairs, that portion goes to a bank account that Thietian controls, he works for the king, and then the remainder is for overhead and my own wages. My portion pays my employees, from the miners up to Viekar, their wages, room, board and any other expenses they need taken care of. My wages are what is left over as per my agreement with Thietian when this arrangement was worked out. Meaning I have no interaction with the king."
He explains it to me, making me want to smack myself for doubting him and thinking the worst.
"By the look on your face, you were thinking that maybe I was taking advantage of the situation like a con man?" Bav pulls back looking at me with shock on his arched brows, but pain in his frown and eyes.
"Oh Bav, I'm sorry, I just didn't know how it all worked. I was just putting together the information you had given me to make a clearer picture for myself. The thought only crossed my mind for a second! I would have never said yes to your proposal if I felt otherwise!" I quickly clutched his arm, pulling him to me.
"I'm sorry, I really truly am. I know you love me and you are not a bad person. Forgive me for letting my doubts cloud my mind when I already knew the truth?" I lay my head upon his shoulder, distraught that I had hurt him so.
"Kara, I forgive you. We are still getting to know each other, just know that I am many things, but a con man I am not." Bav lifts his shoulder for me to raise my head and look at him.
"I trust you, Bav." I let him know how I feel deep with in my heart. I have never fully trusted a man in my life before, but for once in my life, I do mean it when I say, that I trust this man.
He kisses my forehead, pulling me in close. "Are there any other questions on your mind? Any thing else that may be bothering you?"
I shake my head no, feeling quite at ease.
Bav nods and brings up, "So who is Mr. Derek Chambers to you and why was he so protective of you when you were sick?"
'Oh sweet elements.... how do I explain this?'