"As you wish, darling." Bav's hands move down, moving my skirts up and out of the way, lifting one of my legs up as he comes back up to shock me to my core. My walls are already being stretched around his member, that I didn't even know he had out and ready.
"Oh Sweet Elements!" I cry out before Bav's mouth covers mine, swallowing my words, rolling his tongue in my mouth in rhythm with his thrusts, relentless and demanding of me. His eyes stare into mine, as I moan against his tongue, bracing myself with my hands up on his shoulders.
He picks up my other leg, and I am quick to wrap them around his waist, letting him take me savagely, against the stone wall. His mouth works it's way down to my cleavage, biting the swell of my breast that is exposed.
"Ah!" I love that delicate mix of pleasure and pain he gives me.
"Is this what you wanted?" A feral growl emits from Bav, making me shudder in delight.
"Yes...Yes!" I breathe out, gripping his neck and working my fingers into his hair to pull his lips up to kiss me.
He stops his thrusting, pulls out of me, and sets me down. Confused at first, I stare at him as he takes my shoulders. He flips me around, presses my head down, throwing my skirts up over my head. My exposed backside is on display for Bav, who is humming in satisfaction, running his hands over my cheeks and thighs.
"Spread for me." He commands, "Brace yourself, you don't want to fall over my dear."
Before I am even properly braced, he's slamming into me from behind. My head almost hits the wall, but he pulls me by my hips to meet his thrusts again.
Soon he has my legs like jelly, hardly able to hold myself up after an intense orgasm.
"Bav... I don't think I can stand much longer..." I gasp out as he continues.
"Where should we go then? Back to the room?" He makes it clear he's not done with me yet.
He snaps us back to the room, and I gratefully fall onto the bed. "Bav, darling, I do believe you have caused my legs to give out."
Bav chuckles and crawls over top of my still exposed back side. He snaps his fingers and I start as all my clothes have disappeared. He kisses up my back, as he spreads my legs apart to join with me again. "Then don't use your legs, darling. Just lay there and let me do all the work."
I hum in response as he keeps his word and does do all the work.
.....
After we awoke from a nap and redressed, I asked him to snap me back to the workroom so I could get back to work. I made some minor adjustments to the dressmakers dummy in the workroom and was working hard on making the altercations on the dresses available and the ones I had picked out. It didn't take much, and within a few hours, I was done with the dresses.
Putting one on, I moved around and stretched, checking it for any issues. My skirts, while full in appearance, had a gather under the skirt that kept me from stepping on the hems. I used the dressmakers dummy to test my fighting stances and nearly jumped in excitement.
I exclaim out loud, "Veyr better watch out! I no longer have these skirts tripping me up!"
I had learned to fight in a dress, and these skirts have always been a bane in my training.
'Not anymore, though. I must make these adjustments to all my dresses and make sure Mr. Wellsew knows that I want them made this way from now on.' I think to myself.
My heart ached lightly thinking of Mr. Wellsew, who made me think of Etty and Elaine. I missed my friends, but I knew that time was going differently for me than them. We've been here for months and it's not even been more than an hour or two yet for them.
This was an odd feeling of the knowledge that time was fluctuating at different speeds. I knew it could because of Bav's trips between our worlds, but the nether space was still technically on Jakesha....
'I assume it is at least.'
I clean up my mess in the workroom, gathering my new outfits and placing them in a basket to help me carry them back to my room. I go to leave, but I hear someone speaking. I pause and it sounds like Soot's.
'Who is he speaking to?' I think, setting the basket down and stepping softly towards the master bedroom.
".... wish you could see her, she's beautiful, just like our daughter, in more ways than one." Soot's lets out a soft chuckle. "Of course, you would just say that they inherited that stubbornness from me. Ah... I miss you, Veirda. It already feels like I've been an eternity without you." Soot's breaks down, sobbing, struggling on, "Please, hug our Abi for me. I hope she's forgiven me for not being there."
The heart wrenching pain in his voice tears at my heart. I walk into the room to see his back that moves with his sobs, as he clutches the picture of Veirda. His eyes are tight in pain, tears streaming, pouring his hot, salty pain down his face, as he tries to breathe through his sobs.
His pain is so raw and palpable in the room, that it cause my own heart to split open my hearts wounds. 'I miss my momma too, but I know she's already forgiven you.' I think as tears fall down my cheeks.
I approach the bed where Soot's sits, thinking of just sitting next to him for comfort, but when he opens his eyes and he realizes I'm there, I just throw myself into his arms. I feel like I am a little girl again, reliving the day that me and Mrs. Vathy buried momma. I curl my arms around Soot's thick neck, burying my face in the crook of his neck like a child would when needing comfort.
Soot's is frozen for a moment, but his thick arms quickly wrap around my back, holding me close. His shoulders shake, as he tries to take a ragged breath and calm down. He releases a breath of relief with me in his arms, holding me just like you would a small child.
"Momma, she forgave you. I know she never would hold anything like that against you. She only ever blamed herself for our troubles." I murmur into his neck and shirt collar.
Soot's straightens up and leans back to look at my face, "Aye, but I should have been there. I needed to be there. A father should be there when his family is in need. I was too far away, and had not been there when she needed me most..." He covers his face and lets a sob go. He takes a deep breath and sets me on the bed next to him.
"It kills me that sooner rather than later, you will be going back to the normal world. You will be vulnerable. You will be alone, and no one will be there to protect you. I understand that Bavarthos has to go help his mother, but to leave you alone, knowing how vulnerable you are going to be when you go back?" He shakes his head, "Part of me wants to keep you here with me, because at least you would be safe."
"Soot's, you're acting like I am the one who will be going to fight a war. It is Bav who will be in mortal peril. I will be just going back to my life as normal." I try to reassure him, placing a hand on his arm. He shakes his head at me, placing his hand on top of mine, clutching it tightly.
"I don't think you understand my dear." Soot's gives a heavy sigh, you see the weight that sits on his mind, drag his shoulders down as he formulates the right words to say in his mind.
"When you go back, you will have a hard time smiling and interacting with these people. These people are responsible for the oppression and suffering of millions of people, for the genocide of Catalysts! Do you really think you will be going back to life as normal?" Soot's stands up and motions for me to follow him.
As we leave, he see's the basket of dresses and picks it up for me. "I see that you've been avoiding your classes for more than just your time with your husband."
"Uh.. I..." I am unable to articulate for a moment, when Soot's cuts me off with a hand in the air.
"You are a grown, married woman, Rakara. You need not make excuses or give me reasons if you need to give your mind some time to rest from the overload of information and physical strain, Flair, I, and the others have been putting you through. Everyone needs a break at some point."
I look down at the floor, wishing to disappear than talk about anything related to my marital bed with Soot's.
"Thank you for understanding. I'm hoping my training with you and Veyr can go easier now that I have modified those dresses to fit me, and I now have the knowledge to fix my own."
Soot's chuckles, "Yes, you're welcome. I am surprised you did not pick out one of your mothers old pants suit, to be honest. She enjoyed wearing those when she went to play with her friends from Zohka. Made it easier, she said, to climb and run and do things skirts do not permit her to do. She had one that she had some fabric that she could roll up, or pull strings to make it a pants suit and a skirt when she needed. Her mother never like the idea of her running around in pants. So she made some that she could get away with it, until her mother caught her with the skirt up because she forgot to pull the strings to release it."
"I find that hard to imagine. What I remember of her, was that she always wore proper skirts." I remark, recalling my memories of her.
Soot's leads me into the second floor of the library, across one of the bridges in the east wing, still leading me to one of the spiraled staircases made of filigreed iron. Each floor of the library was equivalent to three normal floors, with several of these staircases leading up to the next floor. We ascend the steep steps of the last staircase to the third floor, then again up the fourth floor, and I can not help but be grateful for all the training I have been doing to make it up these stairs.
I was so focused on climbing the steep stairs, that I didn't realize that we had arrived onto the fifth level of the library. My feet continued to step up onto another step that was not there, causing me to loose my footing and fall forward.
"Ooouff." I hit the floor, catching myself on my arms and chest, knocking the majority of my breath from me. I take a deep breath and push myself up off the floor, heat from embarrassment flooding my body. I swivel my head around looking for Soot's whereabouts.
The room is large, covered in more shelves, paintings, and a white tapestry hangs on one wall like a painters empty canvas, waiting to be filled. Soot's comes huffing, carrying a large box with him that he set on to an empty table with a loud bang.
"Help me set this up, please." He grunted, pulling out wrapped items from the box.
I join his and pull the heavy pieces from the box, unwrapping each piece carefully. Soot's pulls out a large base and assembles the pieces together. When he's all done assembling, he sends a breeze out that causes the curtains to fall across the windows, darkening the room.
"Take a seat, Rakara. It will help if you face that white curtain on the wall." Soot's points at a chair facing the wall he refers to.
I shrug and take the seat he recommends, taking note of the paper and pencil that was there next to an old, well worn, corner frayed, leather book.
Suddenly, light floods the white tapestry on the wall. I raise my chin over my shoulder, to see a lens focusing the light onto the tapestry. Soot's slides something into a slot on the device he assembled and it causes the light to be dimmed somewhat. I turn back around and stop, frozen at what lays before my eyes on the tapestry.
I stand up and see my shadow blocking some of the sight, but I move closer to the tapestry regardless. I reach my hand out to touch the picture in front of me, but all I feel is the rough, cotton canvas.
A tear falls down from my eye, seeing the horrifying moment caught in time, of a dead child being held in a screaming mothers arms. Her pain is powerful and present there in that moment in her dark, hollow eyes, her mouth open in a frozen, heart-wrenching scream, echoing her agony for as long as this existed. Behind her, flames, smoke and rubble are her background, with a soldier pointing his blade down, about to pierce her back.