June 18th, 2004
|mistressnelle||09:14 am - All our separate ways...|
Okay, Cler-Mun, I love you! You read the other list! Yay!!!! ::this is your DM-esque person happy::
Laelith nodded to Mier, "I just need 10 allutes for her company, and you and she can talk all you'd like." There was a smile playing on her impish face. "As for a room, would you prefer a garden suite, or a mannor suite? And do you wish me to have a meal and drinks sent, and a bath drawn before you retire?"
Each of the attending girls waited by the baths for the occupants of their rooms, wondering what they would be bid to do, glad, for a change, not to be upon the wall.
Elise, the girl sent to attend on Cleriden, hurried about his desired tasks. She gathered his requested rations from the kitchens, and then badages and some ointments, salves and potion tablets from the infermery. She also detailed a map and directions to the mannor's armory, so that he may either purchase or order what he needed. Upon disposing the used bandages and delivering the elf's garments to the laundress, she had a bit of time to chat with the pleasant older woman over the wash basin, none to proud to help out where she could. They passed the remainder of Elise's two mark allotment together, laughing and generally making the best they could of the night. There was almost one blunder with a heavy gown of the Lady's, but it was solved quickly enough. More importantly, the presence of a dress meant that the Mistress had been at the mannor recently, even if they had not seen her.
As Elise traversed the maze of hallways leading to the gardens, she thought about the Lady. Sure, she kept slaves, but she treated them well, and when all was said and done, she loved them in her own way, and they all loved her in return.
She was still thinking on the situation when she arrived at the door to Cleriden's cottage. With a gentle knock, she waited from him to admit her. "Kind sir, it's Elise, your attendant. I have what things you've requested." She held nothing as she stood there, but as had been displayed, one need not be holding something to posess it.
The girl draws the bath unobtrusively, materializing a basket of salts, oils, and soaps for the couple to enjoy, along with a stack of fluffy towels.
She called in for a meal, setting up a table with delectable foods and treats, as well as various containers of teas, and a bottle of wine as well. Upon finishing, she bowed her exit, murmuring that she would be around if needed.
Smiling slightly, Cirrac returns the bow, a bit bemused. "I'd never dreamed of someone actually bowing to me..." He looks back to Krystaviel as he walks towards the baths. "So fine and so comfortable..." His hand dips into the water lightly. "I can't entirely believe this is real, my love."
Krystaviel looked over her shoulder and smiled. "Different lands, different customs." She murmurs. Watching him dip a hand into the bath, "We must be thankful that the Gods were providing for us." She begins to slip from her clothing carelessly, revealing pearl skin underneath. She strokes his shoulder as she seasons the water with lavender bath salts, then slips in....
"The Gods have been very kind." As she strokes his shoulder, Cirrac turns to her. His breath catches for a moment at her beauty, and he kneels by the tub to kiss her hand. How anyone could call loving her un-natural, he couldn't understand.
"Should I join you?" Not quite sure what the customs of this would be...she has helped him bathe before, but this is a new place, and so many things seem so different...
She smiles as she feels his lean, sinewy hand stroke the black and silver cascade of her hair and she nods. "I am sure we will." She murmurs.
She pauses, completely nude before him, stroking his face and kissing him lightly. She loved him very much and would do almost anything for him.
She steps into the water and nods, smiling. "Please beloved. There is more than enough room." She settles into the warm, scented water with a contented sigh.....
Returning the light kiss, he blushes slightly, his skin deepening in hue. Her nude form takes his breath away, and as he slips the shirt off that she had made for him to help with his wings and fitting in around others, he sighs softly. Undressing, he slowly slips into the water, curling his tail over his lap, and letting his wings rest against the back of the tub.
"Mmm...this is very nice. Though the company certainly helps." Smiling to her, he closes his eyes and takes a moment to just relax, the stress slowly melting away...
She warches him undress, a soft blush staining her cheek and her lips still burning from the kiss. He was lovely to look at. She closes her eyes as he slips into the tub.
Feeling him slip into settle down , she opens her eyes and smiles. "Just the thing to soothe tired muscles." She murmurs. Her shoulders and head rising above the swirling fom. Her hair had been pinned up.
She went over to his side and took a bar of soap that scented of pine and assorted herbs and she began soaping him up.
"And tired my muscles certainly are...though I'd have flown us even further if you'd asked me to." She moves through the water like he through the air, and the beauty of it doesn't fail to astonish him. As she starts to soap him up, he blushes with the occasional touches, but leans forward and bows his head so it's easier for her to reach various places.
She nodded gently. "I know dearest, but is fortunate that you did not have to." She began to scrub his hair vigorously. She sees him blus and blushes in turn....
Closing his eyes to keep the soap out, he sighs softly under her touch. His hand slides up over hers and takes it from his hair. Dipping it into the water to get the soap off, he lightly kisses her fingers, then clasps her hand gently against his chest. "Some time like this...please. Just some time like this, my lady."
She smiles and dips his head under the water to rinse off his hair, She chuckles lightly as he cleans off her hand and nods. She blushes and shivers feeling his lips on her finger and then it is pressed to his chest, over his heart. She picked his hand and kisses the fingers, before placing it over her heart. "Of course m'lord." Krystaviel murmured softly.
The water runs down his chest and wings, slipping into the lines of muscle and flesh. Shivering a bit from her kiss, he feels the smooth warmth of her skin, warm and a bit slicker than normal, like the sea creature that she is.
Leaning forward, he gently picks her up and draws her forward, leaning her against his chest, and he holds her close against him for a bit. "We've not been able to do this for so long..."
Nelle Suggestion (tm)
If you two want, you can do this privately, and I will post the entire thing once the moment is finished. Also, I dont know where this is headed ((::grins::)), but let's keep the list PG. We never know who might read this. If you want to go more adult in theme, record the session, and put a note somewhere in the post that tells the other players that they can read it upon request!
(*Grins* We're planning to keep it PG, but we'll see about doing privately and we can send it over to you?
I am actually enjoying the 'installments' thing. :D And looking forward to the next day at the endless night. :D)
Glad you two are enjoying yourselves! Do it whichever way you'd prefer. I'm not picky, i just figure you'll get more people reading if I give it a whole post. ^_^ Eihere way, though, keep playing! I love to read it!
She watches the water slip over him, shimmering on his grey skin and it nearly takes her breath away. As He picks her up, she wraps her legs around his torso, her arms around his neck. She lays her head on his chest and strokes his hair. "Yes, Cirrac, I know." There is a soft, breathless longing to her voice.
Krystaviel nods and smiles to the girls in the room. She stays close to Cirrac's side. She is well aware of how potective he is and might react to what her pervieves as a threat. She regrets the actions that had them flee from their clans, but she does not regret him. Why can't the rest of them see the beauty in their union.....sighing she goes to investigate the bath stuff...
Trying not to be too overprotective, Cirrac is slowly relaxing...no longer on the run, after all. Her voice as she goes to look through the bath supplies makes him reach out and stroke her hair lightly. "It will be well..."