Flair and Soot's were not present at breakfast the next day. Every one was quiet, the air was tense and was awkward as we ate. All that could be heard was the clearing of throats, the scrape of utensils, the plop of a cup, the swish of a napkin. It was driving me nuts!
Not able to take it any longer, I cleared my throat and set my fork and knife down.
"I see we are short two, is there a reason for that? Is that why everyone is so quiet today, that I can hear a birds thoughts outside the window?" I inquire intently looking around at everyone.
Snorts of laughter escape Veyr, Marco, and Griven.
Taken aback by the sudden burst of laughter, I sit up straighter, "What is so funny? Am I missing something?" I send the question their way only making them burst into raucous laughter, slapping their thighs and roaring.
Amara cast the men a glare, even though Carthure was not laughing, he was suppressing a huge smirk along with Synthea. Calire just looked lost, and I mirrored her expression.
Amara rolled her eyes and chastised them, "You all are so immature, I swear." She turns her attention back to me, "Soot's and Flair are waiting for your appearance where they are normally. They have been waiting for the end of your.....quality time with your husband that you needed to take."
Blushing crimson, I turn mortified to Bavarthos. He shrugs and smiles wickedly, "Guess that means, eat up and head back up my dear. I would use the time to complete that paper for Flair you never started." He chuckles, taking a sip of juice, that he nearly spits out, when I smack his arm.
This causes a new ruckus to break free of the entire table, minus Amara, who is hiding her smile behind a napkin, and Calire. Amara shook her head still, calming her facial features. Calire still resembled a lost, confused puppy, head whipping back and forth.
"I do not understand what is so amusing?" Calire, utterly bewildered, keeps throwing questioning glances at everyone, hoping someone will enlighten her.
'Not me.' I think, 'I will not sit here and be laughed at and humiliated.'
Standing, I nod farewell to Amara and Calire, and leave the noisy dining hall, keeping my head high and my back straight as I fume up to my room.
I'm sitting at the desk, using my notes to write the paper for Flair, grateful that I had jotted things down in short hand since he did not repeat himself.
When taking the notes, I'd asked about a certain date and he calmly said, "If you are unable to listen to me the first time around to write things properly, that is not my fault. I am not a book that you can go back a page to read something you may have skipped. Pay attention, or you can read those over there."
He pointed towards a book case filled with thick tombs of history.
I timidly asked, "Just in case, which ones?"
He lost his composure then and snapped, "ALL OF THEM. Now, shall I continue?"
I had nodded and did my best, using a type of shorthand to pen the information down.
Writing the information out, proved to show that I collected much more than I thought. I was on page two already when I felt gentle hands glide over my shoulders.
"I'm working on my paper for Flair." I say curtly, not bothering to pause as I write.
"I can see that. Are you almost done then? I see you already have one page filled out..." He breathes across my ear, but my face flushes in annoyance rather than need this time.
"I may be. Why? Need something else to make the others laugh about me?" I shrug myself out of his hands and lean over to focus more intently on my work.
He pauses, I can hear him taking a deep breath and releasing it. Then it's dead quiet in the room.
'He's left. Instead of talking to me, he leaves. He knows he is in the wrong then.'
"Figures." I mumble out loud, letting my embarrassment from earlier, out in the form of tears that roll down my face. I wipe them away with the hem of my cuff and sniffle a few times, before sucking it up and getting back to work.
I write three and a half pages, with dates and names and places. Flair should be content with that. I'm not ready to go back to my lessons with either of them right now, though. I stretch and set my pen to the side, getting up to use the bathroom.
"Primordial Elements!" I jump straight back and bump the table as I clutch my heart. Bav sits on the bed, just leaning against the pillows. "I thought you had left, earlier." I give a nervous giggle and turn it into a stern glare in response and begin to attempt to calm my racing heart.
"You made it obvious you didn't want me to touch you. That you are upset over the way the others reacted, knowing we were being intimate, like any normal newly wed couple." Bav sits on the edge of the bed, "We are married, Rakara. It's alright if we are intimate, no one thinks of you as being wanton or anything of the like. They merely thought that I was the one behaving wantonly, since I sent both Soot's and Flair away."
He stands and approaches me, "I figured you didn't want me touching you until you had cooled down so I lay on the bed. I didn't realize it upset you that much until I heard you crying. I figured you needed to let it out, so you did not take it out on me in anger."
I huff, making my way to the bathroom to freshen up. I then walk past him and out the door.
'He didn't want me to take it out on him in anger?! He laughed and made such a suggestive comment about me never even starting the paper, because he had been keeping me busy. WHY would I not be angry with him?! The NERVE!'
My thoughts keep my anger on a low boil, as I make my way to my mothers childhood quarters. It's taken some getting used to, but I have finally learned the way to get to them. I enter and head to my mothers closet to see about these outfits Soot's had told me about before. I look through the skirts and think I have found the styles he spoke of. I take them down and turn to go to the workroom and jump out of my skin again.
"PRIMORDIAL ELEMENTS! Bav! Are you trying to to..." I struggle for the right words, "..to give me a heart attack!?" I shout at him, "Will you make SOME noise to let me know you are in the same room as me next time?"
I push past him to enter the workroom, him close on my heels.
"Rakara, I'm sorry, I truly had no intention of frightening you." Bav reaches me as I go through the dresses hanging up in the workroom. "Rakara, talk to me please? How do I make this right?" He takes my hand and I pull it back.
"You laughed and made it worse with your suggestive comment about me not even starting on my paper! YOU made them laugh harder at me! Do you know how embarrassing and improper that is for me to deal with?!" I start going through the dresses again as Bav sets his jaw.
"I am sorry for embarrassing you, but I am your husband! HOW is it improper for me to make love to MY WIFE?!"
I ignore him, going through and making sure I had all the dresses in my arms that I wanted.
Bav grabs the dresses and tosses them on the table. He then turns to me, his eyes black and upset as he stalks toward me. My feet shuffle back until I hit the wall, his arm coming up on one side as he asks me fiercely, "RAKARA, DO NOT EVADE THE QUESTION! HOW IS IT IMPROPER FOR ME TO MAKE LOVE TO YOU? IS IT EMBARRASSING FOR YOU BECAUSE OF WHAT I AM OR IS IT SOMETHING ELSE?!"
His offensive demeanor has my defense going up, but when it clicks why he is acting this way, I can't help but shake my head.
"NO? No what?" He asks, lifting my chin up to look at him. While I can feel the strength in his touch, it is not hard, it is not forceful, and it does not cause any discomfort.
"Bavarthos Fairchild, I am not embarrassed of you, or being with you. I love you." I raise my hand to his cheek, caressing it.
He looks pained, with pinched brows and narrowed lips, "Then why is it improper for me to make love to you?"
I give his cheek a light smack, "That's for thinking I would ever have the notion it is improper for me and you to make love. What is improper was your suggestive comment and the fact that it was so blatantly obvious to everyone what we were doing like we were ..... were..." I trail off.
"Oh you mean, like we were newlyweds? Which I may remind you we are." Bav gives me a annoyed smile, his fangs poking over his lips in that moment.
Gulping in a breath of air, I try to calm the pounding of my heart suddenly as the sight of his fangs and dark eyes full of so much emotion is turning me on.
"You're right, Bav. I shouldn't have become as angry as I did over the matter. Next time something happens in a similar fashion, please keep those kind of comments to yourself though."
Bav's nostrils flare, taking note of something in the air. "Really, Rakara?" Bav puts his other arm up, trapping me between his arms.
My heart starts beating, sending me into overdrive as his face nears mine, "You know how much I love you like this. How you are. That your seductive and sexual appeal to me makes me weak in the knees." I lick my lips as I glance at his, his fangs still poking over the edge of his lip. I bite my bottom lip as he smirks showing off more of his fangs.
My core is a ball of molten liquid and it's probably soaking through my skirt layers. Bav's lips fall on my neck, kissing my skin gently, then nipping the skin with his teeth. A flood of tingling pleasure spreads over my body making my core tighten with need.
"Bav..." I whisper desperately. All I can think about is his hands on me, his cock hard inside me, taking me, owning me with each thrust.
"Hmmm?" He hums against my skin.
"Take me right here, just like this please."