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Thankfully, he didn’t go on about the bread. She hadn’t expected him to lose his temper over it or anything. There was never a more calm, tender person born than Hasani. But his shrug and asserting that he’d live made her feel even more guilty. She chewed on the end of her thumbnail, still giving him a meek little smile in hopes that he’d be happy...even though she ate everything.
“I apologize, my husband.” Stepping closer to him, she wrapped her arms around his middle and looked up at him. She was not a tiny woman but he was unusually tall and she liked that about him. “I promise to make a huge stew. You will be so full that you will beg not to eat again.” In her mind’s eye, she saw their big pot, boiling away over the cooking fire with stew filled to the brim. She could feel his heartbeat and in that random moment, she was reminded of how very much she loved him, even though the moment was nothing exceptionally special.
Hasani gave her a small pat on her behind and said "I simply pray that they will be kind to her and take her sooner rather than later.” She nodded and reluctantly let him go. "Come and find me when you are relieved.”
“Yes, my husband, my rain in the desert,” she teased as he kissed her temple. She didn’t presume to pat his butt as he walked away but she definitely watched it while he sauntered back the way he’d come. After he was out of sight, she smiled to herself and then walked back inside the healer’s tent.
The morning passed slowly. A few people came in with minor injuries and someone came in requesting some herbs to ward off evil spirits. She had the herbs but had to direct them to one of the prophets to get them blessed by the ancestors. At last, the person who was to relieve her came and she left with a spring in her step. Why Hasani wanted her to come get him before she started the meal, she did not know, but she wasn’t going to disobey.
Pulling the end of her necklace, she fiddled with it as she wandered through the camp until she came to the clearing where the warriors were training. The day was bright and she shielded her eyes as she watched her husband interacting with the men. They’d been married for a long time but she never grew tired of seeing him and was always comparing him to other men; Hasani was better than any other human being on the planet. No one was as good as he was, and though he wasn’t perfect, she was convinced he was as close to perfect as someone could be.
“My Leier!” she called out, once there was a lull.
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Thankfully, he didn’t go on about the bread. She hadn’t expected him to lose his temper over it or anything. There was never a more calm, tender person born than Hasani. But his shrug and asserting that he’d live made her feel even more guilty. She chewed on the end of her thumbnail, still giving him a meek little smile in hopes that he’d be happy...even though she ate everything.
“I apologize, my husband.” Stepping closer to him, she wrapped her arms around his middle and looked up at him. She was not a tiny woman but he was unusually tall and she liked that about him. “I promise to make a huge stew. You will be so full that you will beg not to eat again.” In her mind’s eye, she saw their big pot, boiling away over the cooking fire with stew filled to the brim. She could feel his heartbeat and in that random moment, she was reminded of how very much she loved him, even though the moment was nothing exceptionally special.
Hasani gave her a small pat on her behind and said "I simply pray that they will be kind to her and take her sooner rather than later.” She nodded and reluctantly let him go. "Come and find me when you are relieved.”
“Yes, my husband, my rain in the desert,” she teased as he kissed her temple. She didn’t presume to pat his butt as he walked away but she definitely watched it while he sauntered back the way he’d come. After he was out of sight, she smiled to herself and then walked back inside the healer’s tent.
The morning passed slowly. A few people came in with minor injuries and someone came in requesting some herbs to ward off evil spirits. She had the herbs but had to direct them to one of the prophets to get them blessed by the ancestors. At last, the person who was to relieve her came and she left with a spring in her step. Why Hasani wanted her to come get him before she started the meal, she did not know, but she wasn’t going to disobey.
Pulling the end of her necklace, she fiddled with it as she wandered through the camp until she came to the clearing where the warriors were training. The day was bright and she shielded her eyes as she watched her husband interacting with the men. They’d been married for a long time but she never grew tired of seeing him and was always comparing him to other men; Hasani was better than any other human being on the planet. No one was as good as he was, and though he wasn’t perfect, she was convinced he was as close to perfect as someone could be.
“My Leier!” she called out, once there was a lull.
Thankfully, he didn’t go on about the bread. She hadn’t expected him to lose his temper over it or anything. There was never a more calm, tender person born than Hasani. But his shrug and asserting that he’d live made her feel even more guilty. She chewed on the end of her thumbnail, still giving him a meek little smile in hopes that he’d be happy...even though she ate everything.
“I apologize, my husband.” Stepping closer to him, she wrapped her arms around his middle and looked up at him. She was not a tiny woman but he was unusually tall and she liked that about him. “I promise to make a huge stew. You will be so full that you will beg not to eat again.” In her mind’s eye, she saw their big pot, boiling away over the cooking fire with stew filled to the brim. She could feel his heartbeat and in that random moment, she was reminded of how very much she loved him, even though the moment was nothing exceptionally special.
Hasani gave her a small pat on her behind and said "I simply pray that they will be kind to her and take her sooner rather than later.” She nodded and reluctantly let him go. "Come and find me when you are relieved.”
“Yes, my husband, my rain in the desert,” she teased as he kissed her temple. She didn’t presume to pat his butt as he walked away but she definitely watched it while he sauntered back the way he’d come. After he was out of sight, she smiled to herself and then walked back inside the healer’s tent.
The morning passed slowly. A few people came in with minor injuries and someone came in requesting some herbs to ward off evil spirits. She had the herbs but had to direct them to one of the prophets to get them blessed by the ancestors. At last, the person who was to relieve her came and she left with a spring in her step. Why Hasani wanted her to come get him before she started the meal, she did not know, but she wasn’t going to disobey.
Pulling the end of her necklace, she fiddled with it as she wandered through the camp until she came to the clearing where the warriors were training. The day was bright and she shielded her eyes as she watched her husband interacting with the men. They’d been married for a long time but she never grew tired of seeing him and was always comparing him to other men; Hasani was better than any other human being on the planet. No one was as good as he was, and though he wasn’t perfect, she was convinced he was as close to perfect as someone could be.
“My Leier!” she called out, once there was a lull.
Hasani had been content to just watch the young boys train. At least at first. But his silent need to help, help them grow, help them improve, had him stepping in alongside the older warriors to help teach them something new. Something exciting. And though they were young warriors, the boys were also children. They were excited to learn and even more excited to show off their skills to their leier.
Thus, for much of the rest of the morning, Hasani found himself working closely with the young warriors. There was a nudge here, a demonstration there. The older warriors had a laugh or two at the misfortune of the younger brood, especially when feet slipped on sand or scraggly grasses inside of the ring. Toward the end of the training session, Hasani found himself standing at the edge of the ring with his large arms crossed over his chest.
All in all, the leier was impressed with their progress and quite content with the fun that he had had that morning. It was not often that he got to stretch his muscles and teach. Not like he had when he was younger and did not shoulder the responsibilities that came with spearheading the Gesin. He was pleased, and that much was written across his features as if someone had branded it onto his skin with a needle.
It was only when Tanishe's voice cut through the milling of the group of men that Hasani's gaze darted up. And he froze, internally swallowing at the look in her eye. He had seen that look before he had left her this morning, and now again. It made it increasingly difficult to focus and he lifted an eyebrow slowly before starting to stalk around the edge of the ring to meet her. "They've just finished," Hasani mused easily, slipping an arm around her waist to pull her close against his side. The man let his lips linger against her temple, his gaze on the last few boys that were still training.
Then he was slowly guiding her away from the group and more in the direction of their tent. "How were the rest of your patients? Agreeable?" Hasani mused with keen interest. His hand slid further down her back as they walked and he spoke close to her ear, as if they were gossiping, when in fact he just didn't want to be heard. "Your thoughts are written very clearly across your face, my leieren," he mused playfully. He gave a few nods to their tribemates as they passed. "How about that stew... or it can wait," he chuckled deeply.
Pulling his lips from close to her ear, he stared ahead, making sure that she stayed close against him as they navigated the sea of tents. He was hungry, but he also wasn't. At least when food was the subject of discussion.
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Hasani had been content to just watch the young boys train. At least at first. But his silent need to help, help them grow, help them improve, had him stepping in alongside the older warriors to help teach them something new. Something exciting. And though they were young warriors, the boys were also children. They were excited to learn and even more excited to show off their skills to their leier.
Thus, for much of the rest of the morning, Hasani found himself working closely with the young warriors. There was a nudge here, a demonstration there. The older warriors had a laugh or two at the misfortune of the younger brood, especially when feet slipped on sand or scraggly grasses inside of the ring. Toward the end of the training session, Hasani found himself standing at the edge of the ring with his large arms crossed over his chest.
All in all, the leier was impressed with their progress and quite content with the fun that he had had that morning. It was not often that he got to stretch his muscles and teach. Not like he had when he was younger and did not shoulder the responsibilities that came with spearheading the Gesin. He was pleased, and that much was written across his features as if someone had branded it onto his skin with a needle.
It was only when Tanishe's voice cut through the milling of the group of men that Hasani's gaze darted up. And he froze, internally swallowing at the look in her eye. He had seen that look before he had left her this morning, and now again. It made it increasingly difficult to focus and he lifted an eyebrow slowly before starting to stalk around the edge of the ring to meet her. "They've just finished," Hasani mused easily, slipping an arm around her waist to pull her close against his side. The man let his lips linger against her temple, his gaze on the last few boys that were still training.
Then he was slowly guiding her away from the group and more in the direction of their tent. "How were the rest of your patients? Agreeable?" Hasani mused with keen interest. His hand slid further down her back as they walked and he spoke close to her ear, as if they were gossiping, when in fact he just didn't want to be heard. "Your thoughts are written very clearly across your face, my leieren," he mused playfully. He gave a few nods to their tribemates as they passed. "How about that stew... or it can wait," he chuckled deeply.
Pulling his lips from close to her ear, he stared ahead, making sure that she stayed close against him as they navigated the sea of tents. He was hungry, but he also wasn't. At least when food was the subject of discussion.
Hasani had been content to just watch the young boys train. At least at first. But his silent need to help, help them grow, help them improve, had him stepping in alongside the older warriors to help teach them something new. Something exciting. And though they were young warriors, the boys were also children. They were excited to learn and even more excited to show off their skills to their leier.
Thus, for much of the rest of the morning, Hasani found himself working closely with the young warriors. There was a nudge here, a demonstration there. The older warriors had a laugh or two at the misfortune of the younger brood, especially when feet slipped on sand or scraggly grasses inside of the ring. Toward the end of the training session, Hasani found himself standing at the edge of the ring with his large arms crossed over his chest.
All in all, the leier was impressed with their progress and quite content with the fun that he had had that morning. It was not often that he got to stretch his muscles and teach. Not like he had when he was younger and did not shoulder the responsibilities that came with spearheading the Gesin. He was pleased, and that much was written across his features as if someone had branded it onto his skin with a needle.
It was only when Tanishe's voice cut through the milling of the group of men that Hasani's gaze darted up. And he froze, internally swallowing at the look in her eye. He had seen that look before he had left her this morning, and now again. It made it increasingly difficult to focus and he lifted an eyebrow slowly before starting to stalk around the edge of the ring to meet her. "They've just finished," Hasani mused easily, slipping an arm around her waist to pull her close against his side. The man let his lips linger against her temple, his gaze on the last few boys that were still training.
Then he was slowly guiding her away from the group and more in the direction of their tent. "How were the rest of your patients? Agreeable?" Hasani mused with keen interest. His hand slid further down her back as they walked and he spoke close to her ear, as if they were gossiping, when in fact he just didn't want to be heard. "Your thoughts are written very clearly across your face, my leieren," he mused playfully. He gave a few nods to their tribemates as they passed. "How about that stew... or it can wait," he chuckled deeply.
Pulling his lips from close to her ear, he stared ahead, making sure that she stayed close against him as they navigated the sea of tents. He was hungry, but he also wasn't. At least when food was the subject of discussion.
She continued to finger her necklace as he came toward her and smiled, allowing herself to be pulled into a side hug. His lips against her temple made her glance up at him. “Such affection, husband. I just saw you not long ago.” Gentle chiding to hide that she actually enjoyed it. A lot. There was nothing so grand as to be loved and valued. The world could be cruel and hostile, but Tanishe was unusually blessed. She came from a family who loved her and had married a husband who valued her too. Apart from the heartache of Neena being desperate to leave, and her father’s untimely passing, she considered herself abundantly fortunate. Not everyone could say the same about their own lives.
"How were the rest of your patients? Agreeable?" Hasani asked and she glanced over her shoulder as his hand progressed down her back.
“They were fine. A little girl came in with a gash on her foot. Nothing serious. Hasani,” she said with a small laugh, pushing at his chest as he murmured into her ear almost before she was done speaking.
"Your thoughts are written very clearly across your face, my leieren."
“You have no idea what I was thinking,” she said with a hint of pride but caved immediately once he asked if the stew could wait. “Well...I suppose it depends on how hungry you are...for food.” She flicked her eyes up at him biting her tongue between her teeth and smiling again. Whenever he was near, she found herself grinning like a loopy teenager. It never failed. Of course they argued like any couple, but those disagreements were few and far between. Mostly they were an ideal pairing. Their personalities were compatible and she was fairly easy going- and she never, never crossed him in public. If she had something to add, it was done in private.
They walked along the still not totally familiar path until they came to their tent. She entered the tent first. Outside, someone had started a cooking fire for her. One of their neighbors no doubt, but there was no food on it. This fire would be kept going until supper time and then nursed back to life the next day for breakfast. Embers were important to cooking. One didn’t want the hot open flame and its inconsistent heat. The glowing simmer of the coals was what to look for.
She turned to Hasani. “I haven’t seen you training the young ones in quite a while,” she mused. His proximity to her and his hand on her back were signals but she wasn’t totally sure he’d act on them or be content to wait until tonight when they had longer together. Or, who knew? Both. Hasani could be generous that way.
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She continued to finger her necklace as he came toward her and smiled, allowing herself to be pulled into a side hug. His lips against her temple made her glance up at him. “Such affection, husband. I just saw you not long ago.” Gentle chiding to hide that she actually enjoyed it. A lot. There was nothing so grand as to be loved and valued. The world could be cruel and hostile, but Tanishe was unusually blessed. She came from a family who loved her and had married a husband who valued her too. Apart from the heartache of Neena being desperate to leave, and her father’s untimely passing, she considered herself abundantly fortunate. Not everyone could say the same about their own lives.
"How were the rest of your patients? Agreeable?" Hasani asked and she glanced over her shoulder as his hand progressed down her back.
“They were fine. A little girl came in with a gash on her foot. Nothing serious. Hasani,” she said with a small laugh, pushing at his chest as he murmured into her ear almost before she was done speaking.
"Your thoughts are written very clearly across your face, my leieren."
“You have no idea what I was thinking,” she said with a hint of pride but caved immediately once he asked if the stew could wait. “Well...I suppose it depends on how hungry you are...for food.” She flicked her eyes up at him biting her tongue between her teeth and smiling again. Whenever he was near, she found herself grinning like a loopy teenager. It never failed. Of course they argued like any couple, but those disagreements were few and far between. Mostly they were an ideal pairing. Their personalities were compatible and she was fairly easy going- and she never, never crossed him in public. If she had something to add, it was done in private.
They walked along the still not totally familiar path until they came to their tent. She entered the tent first. Outside, someone had started a cooking fire for her. One of their neighbors no doubt, but there was no food on it. This fire would be kept going until supper time and then nursed back to life the next day for breakfast. Embers were important to cooking. One didn’t want the hot open flame and its inconsistent heat. The glowing simmer of the coals was what to look for.
She turned to Hasani. “I haven’t seen you training the young ones in quite a while,” she mused. His proximity to her and his hand on her back were signals but she wasn’t totally sure he’d act on them or be content to wait until tonight when they had longer together. Or, who knew? Both. Hasani could be generous that way.
She continued to finger her necklace as he came toward her and smiled, allowing herself to be pulled into a side hug. His lips against her temple made her glance up at him. “Such affection, husband. I just saw you not long ago.” Gentle chiding to hide that she actually enjoyed it. A lot. There was nothing so grand as to be loved and valued. The world could be cruel and hostile, but Tanishe was unusually blessed. She came from a family who loved her and had married a husband who valued her too. Apart from the heartache of Neena being desperate to leave, and her father’s untimely passing, she considered herself abundantly fortunate. Not everyone could say the same about their own lives.
"How were the rest of your patients? Agreeable?" Hasani asked and she glanced over her shoulder as his hand progressed down her back.
“They were fine. A little girl came in with a gash on her foot. Nothing serious. Hasani,” she said with a small laugh, pushing at his chest as he murmured into her ear almost before she was done speaking.
"Your thoughts are written very clearly across your face, my leieren."
“You have no idea what I was thinking,” she said with a hint of pride but caved immediately once he asked if the stew could wait. “Well...I suppose it depends on how hungry you are...for food.” She flicked her eyes up at him biting her tongue between her teeth and smiling again. Whenever he was near, she found herself grinning like a loopy teenager. It never failed. Of course they argued like any couple, but those disagreements were few and far between. Mostly they were an ideal pairing. Their personalities were compatible and she was fairly easy going- and she never, never crossed him in public. If she had something to add, it was done in private.
They walked along the still not totally familiar path until they came to their tent. She entered the tent first. Outside, someone had started a cooking fire for her. One of their neighbors no doubt, but there was no food on it. This fire would be kept going until supper time and then nursed back to life the next day for breakfast. Embers were important to cooking. One didn’t want the hot open flame and its inconsistent heat. The glowing simmer of the coals was what to look for.
She turned to Hasani. “I haven’t seen you training the young ones in quite a while,” she mused. His proximity to her and his hand on her back were signals but she wasn’t totally sure he’d act on them or be content to wait until tonight when they had longer together. Or, who knew? Both. Hasani could be generous that way.
There was much about Tanishe that Hasani truly appreciated. He enjoyed the way that she got along so easily with him. They could bicker like the rest of them, but none of their fights really left the realm of just that. Bickering. He couldn't remember that last time that they had had an actual fight or that he had been mad at her. She did little to step on his toes. She never questioned him in public, only voicing her thoughts and opinions whenever they were alone. And even then she did not seem to try to step too far past whatever silent line in the sand the two of them had drawn long ago.
But then again, Hasani appreciated his wife's input. There were moments where he did seek out her opinion or her guidance. It was a balance that they had struck with one another that left them working efficiently and closely. Hasani both respected and expected his wife to make decisions for the tribe without him if need be. If there was anyone else alive that he could trust with the running of the tribe, it would always be her.
Hasani valued her above all else and he made no effort to hide such a fact. He knew that he could not have become the man that he was without Tanishe at his side and he would do nothing to forsake her when she needed him most.
The proximity of the two when they reentered their tent for the first time that day was not so fleeting. His fingers trailed easy, delicate patterns against her back as they paused inside the tent. He ensured the flap shut, giving them some privacy. Sometimes they ended up back here around lunchtime. He liked to rest after spending the entire morning doing rounds. Later in the day, he would go hunting or work at charting their next stretch of the desert that they would cover.
But for now, his focus was his wife. While his stomach did rumble, he was less concerned about food and more concerned with tugging her closer and dropping a gentle kiss against her shoulder. "I thought it had been a little too long since I trained with them," Hasani conceded, "Sometimes I forget that I was once like them," he murmured softly. Then there was a pause, "Soon I will choose a guard and I wanted to see which one of them is most promising," he said with a small chuckle. Carefully, he moved to stand before her, taking both of her hands in his. Hasani brought them up to his lips and gave her a tender smile. "Does it please you to see me with them?" he asked her softly.
There was only one thing that seemed to frustrate the both of them. Well, sadden was more of the term he was going for. They had been married for so long and still had not produced a child. There was a silent fear in the back of his mind that the ancestors did not want them to have a child, but Hasani was aware that they would keep trying. Again and again, until they either got it right or died with no heir.
He prayed to the ancestors that they would not allow such a thing to happen. While Hasani had not initially wanted his position, the man was now deeply vying for a chance to see his own son or daughter running through the camp. The fact that Neena had also produced no children troubled him deeply. Was he being punished? He had considered it, but no amount of begging or praying had given him any answers...
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There was much about Tanishe that Hasani truly appreciated. He enjoyed the way that she got along so easily with him. They could bicker like the rest of them, but none of their fights really left the realm of just that. Bickering. He couldn't remember that last time that they had had an actual fight or that he had been mad at her. She did little to step on his toes. She never questioned him in public, only voicing her thoughts and opinions whenever they were alone. And even then she did not seem to try to step too far past whatever silent line in the sand the two of them had drawn long ago.
But then again, Hasani appreciated his wife's input. There were moments where he did seek out her opinion or her guidance. It was a balance that they had struck with one another that left them working efficiently and closely. Hasani both respected and expected his wife to make decisions for the tribe without him if need be. If there was anyone else alive that he could trust with the running of the tribe, it would always be her.
Hasani valued her above all else and he made no effort to hide such a fact. He knew that he could not have become the man that he was without Tanishe at his side and he would do nothing to forsake her when she needed him most.
The proximity of the two when they reentered their tent for the first time that day was not so fleeting. His fingers trailed easy, delicate patterns against her back as they paused inside the tent. He ensured the flap shut, giving them some privacy. Sometimes they ended up back here around lunchtime. He liked to rest after spending the entire morning doing rounds. Later in the day, he would go hunting or work at charting their next stretch of the desert that they would cover.
But for now, his focus was his wife. While his stomach did rumble, he was less concerned about food and more concerned with tugging her closer and dropping a gentle kiss against her shoulder. "I thought it had been a little too long since I trained with them," Hasani conceded, "Sometimes I forget that I was once like them," he murmured softly. Then there was a pause, "Soon I will choose a guard and I wanted to see which one of them is most promising," he said with a small chuckle. Carefully, he moved to stand before her, taking both of her hands in his. Hasani brought them up to his lips and gave her a tender smile. "Does it please you to see me with them?" he asked her softly.
There was only one thing that seemed to frustrate the both of them. Well, sadden was more of the term he was going for. They had been married for so long and still had not produced a child. There was a silent fear in the back of his mind that the ancestors did not want them to have a child, but Hasani was aware that they would keep trying. Again and again, until they either got it right or died with no heir.
He prayed to the ancestors that they would not allow such a thing to happen. While Hasani had not initially wanted his position, the man was now deeply vying for a chance to see his own son or daughter running through the camp. The fact that Neena had also produced no children troubled him deeply. Was he being punished? He had considered it, but no amount of begging or praying had given him any answers...
There was much about Tanishe that Hasani truly appreciated. He enjoyed the way that she got along so easily with him. They could bicker like the rest of them, but none of their fights really left the realm of just that. Bickering. He couldn't remember that last time that they had had an actual fight or that he had been mad at her. She did little to step on his toes. She never questioned him in public, only voicing her thoughts and opinions whenever they were alone. And even then she did not seem to try to step too far past whatever silent line in the sand the two of them had drawn long ago.
But then again, Hasani appreciated his wife's input. There were moments where he did seek out her opinion or her guidance. It was a balance that they had struck with one another that left them working efficiently and closely. Hasani both respected and expected his wife to make decisions for the tribe without him if need be. If there was anyone else alive that he could trust with the running of the tribe, it would always be her.
Hasani valued her above all else and he made no effort to hide such a fact. He knew that he could not have become the man that he was without Tanishe at his side and he would do nothing to forsake her when she needed him most.
The proximity of the two when they reentered their tent for the first time that day was not so fleeting. His fingers trailed easy, delicate patterns against her back as they paused inside the tent. He ensured the flap shut, giving them some privacy. Sometimes they ended up back here around lunchtime. He liked to rest after spending the entire morning doing rounds. Later in the day, he would go hunting or work at charting their next stretch of the desert that they would cover.
But for now, his focus was his wife. While his stomach did rumble, he was less concerned about food and more concerned with tugging her closer and dropping a gentle kiss against her shoulder. "I thought it had been a little too long since I trained with them," Hasani conceded, "Sometimes I forget that I was once like them," he murmured softly. Then there was a pause, "Soon I will choose a guard and I wanted to see which one of them is most promising," he said with a small chuckle. Carefully, he moved to stand before her, taking both of her hands in his. Hasani brought them up to his lips and gave her a tender smile. "Does it please you to see me with them?" he asked her softly.
There was only one thing that seemed to frustrate the both of them. Well, sadden was more of the term he was going for. They had been married for so long and still had not produced a child. There was a silent fear in the back of his mind that the ancestors did not want them to have a child, but Hasani was aware that they would keep trying. Again and again, until they either got it right or died with no heir.
He prayed to the ancestors that they would not allow such a thing to happen. While Hasani had not initially wanted his position, the man was now deeply vying for a chance to see his own son or daughter running through the camp. The fact that Neena had also produced no children troubled him deeply. Was he being punished? He had considered it, but no amount of begging or praying had given him any answers...
The kiss on her shoulder told her exactly how this afternoon was going to go and it had nothing to do with food. But if he was going to pretend otherwise, she wouldn’t stop him. He wasn’t being coy, exactly, but nor was he being particularly hurried in his attentions. Mostly conversational, telling her his reasons about training with the warriors closer than he usually did. “Whichever guard you pick,” she stepped close enough to him to close any distance between them. “Make sure he is the fiercest warrior the desert has ever seen. Take them on a walk in the moonlight, and make sure you are followed by lions,” she teased. “The man who spears the lion first should be your choice.” Obviously this was said in jest. No one ever wanted to be followed by lions, though the pelts they got as a result were wonderful.
Their own bed boasted not two, but three lion pelts, partially as a sign of wealth and partially as a show of prowess. Other furs and pelts were in the tent, along with vibrant rugs and a loom upon which Tanishe was busy with a new kilt for Hasani. She glanced at it but was brought back around when Hasani asked if she’d enjoyed seeing him with the warriors.
“Of course it pleases me,” she smiled as he kissed her hands. “Seeing you in your element? A good view of your backside never does me any harm,” she teased. Humming out a sigh, she tilted her chin up and parted her lips lightly, watching his mouth, flicking her eyes up to his, and then back down. “Shall I go out and prepare food for us?” she asked, knowing full well what he’d say.
Like him, her mind often went over the uncomfortable fact that they had been alone in their tent for a good while. Most of her friends were married, and every single one, without fail, had children. She’d tried everything from prayers and chants to mandrake root. Nothing had helped. Then, when Hasani had married Neena, she’d had this very, very secret fear that Neena would conceive and she never would. That turned out not to be an issue, as Neena hadn’t ever had a child in her womb, either. Not even miscarried. Their monthly flows had come right on schedule and right at first in her marriage, she’d cried whenever it happened. Now she just went on.
Still, every time they came together, the hope was still there. She was still young and healthy. Hasani seemed so verile. They had to have a child at some point. She was not so desperate yet as to do something drastic. One day, they would be blessed. For now, though, those thoughts weren’t forefront of her mind. She was still thinking of him at the training ring and it made her grin.
“You like training, husband,” she said and pulled at the tie in his clothes. “You’re very good at it.”
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The kiss on her shoulder told her exactly how this afternoon was going to go and it had nothing to do with food. But if he was going to pretend otherwise, she wouldn’t stop him. He wasn’t being coy, exactly, but nor was he being particularly hurried in his attentions. Mostly conversational, telling her his reasons about training with the warriors closer than he usually did. “Whichever guard you pick,” she stepped close enough to him to close any distance between them. “Make sure he is the fiercest warrior the desert has ever seen. Take them on a walk in the moonlight, and make sure you are followed by lions,” she teased. “The man who spears the lion first should be your choice.” Obviously this was said in jest. No one ever wanted to be followed by lions, though the pelts they got as a result were wonderful.
Their own bed boasted not two, but three lion pelts, partially as a sign of wealth and partially as a show of prowess. Other furs and pelts were in the tent, along with vibrant rugs and a loom upon which Tanishe was busy with a new kilt for Hasani. She glanced at it but was brought back around when Hasani asked if she’d enjoyed seeing him with the warriors.
“Of course it pleases me,” she smiled as he kissed her hands. “Seeing you in your element? A good view of your backside never does me any harm,” she teased. Humming out a sigh, she tilted her chin up and parted her lips lightly, watching his mouth, flicking her eyes up to his, and then back down. “Shall I go out and prepare food for us?” she asked, knowing full well what he’d say.
Like him, her mind often went over the uncomfortable fact that they had been alone in their tent for a good while. Most of her friends were married, and every single one, without fail, had children. She’d tried everything from prayers and chants to mandrake root. Nothing had helped. Then, when Hasani had married Neena, she’d had this very, very secret fear that Neena would conceive and she never would. That turned out not to be an issue, as Neena hadn’t ever had a child in her womb, either. Not even miscarried. Their monthly flows had come right on schedule and right at first in her marriage, she’d cried whenever it happened. Now she just went on.
Still, every time they came together, the hope was still there. She was still young and healthy. Hasani seemed so verile. They had to have a child at some point. She was not so desperate yet as to do something drastic. One day, they would be blessed. For now, though, those thoughts weren’t forefront of her mind. She was still thinking of him at the training ring and it made her grin.
“You like training, husband,” she said and pulled at the tie in his clothes. “You’re very good at it.”
The kiss on her shoulder told her exactly how this afternoon was going to go and it had nothing to do with food. But if he was going to pretend otherwise, she wouldn’t stop him. He wasn’t being coy, exactly, but nor was he being particularly hurried in his attentions. Mostly conversational, telling her his reasons about training with the warriors closer than he usually did. “Whichever guard you pick,” she stepped close enough to him to close any distance between them. “Make sure he is the fiercest warrior the desert has ever seen. Take them on a walk in the moonlight, and make sure you are followed by lions,” she teased. “The man who spears the lion first should be your choice.” Obviously this was said in jest. No one ever wanted to be followed by lions, though the pelts they got as a result were wonderful.
Their own bed boasted not two, but three lion pelts, partially as a sign of wealth and partially as a show of prowess. Other furs and pelts were in the tent, along with vibrant rugs and a loom upon which Tanishe was busy with a new kilt for Hasani. She glanced at it but was brought back around when Hasani asked if she’d enjoyed seeing him with the warriors.
“Of course it pleases me,” she smiled as he kissed her hands. “Seeing you in your element? A good view of your backside never does me any harm,” she teased. Humming out a sigh, she tilted her chin up and parted her lips lightly, watching his mouth, flicking her eyes up to his, and then back down. “Shall I go out and prepare food for us?” she asked, knowing full well what he’d say.
Like him, her mind often went over the uncomfortable fact that they had been alone in their tent for a good while. Most of her friends were married, and every single one, without fail, had children. She’d tried everything from prayers and chants to mandrake root. Nothing had helped. Then, when Hasani had married Neena, she’d had this very, very secret fear that Neena would conceive and she never would. That turned out not to be an issue, as Neena hadn’t ever had a child in her womb, either. Not even miscarried. Their monthly flows had come right on schedule and right at first in her marriage, she’d cried whenever it happened. Now she just went on.
Still, every time they came together, the hope was still there. She was still young and healthy. Hasani seemed so verile. They had to have a child at some point. She was not so desperate yet as to do something drastic. One day, they would be blessed. For now, though, those thoughts weren’t forefront of her mind. She was still thinking of him at the training ring and it made her grin.
“You like training, husband,” she said and pulled at the tie in his clothes. “You’re very good at it.”
Hasani quickly found himself distracted by her voice and the direction that his wife drew the conversation. With his hands still holding hers, he squeezed them gently, a chuckle rolling from deep in his chest. Of course she would want the warrior who could best the lion. It would be a point of honor for the young man to kill a beast and then serve the first family. As he had when he was much younger. With the death of his parents, he had had to forge his path as a warrior. Being chosen by Tanishe's father to act as a bodyguard had put him on a path in life that he would never come to regret. Because he was able to hold this woman in his arms. And no matter if they fought, laughed, cried, they always had one another. Whether the sands were hot or cold. Whether the wind howled or remained silent. They were each other's balance. Their constant in life when faced with such a changing and nomadic lifestyle.
Another laugh at her comment about his backside and he was kissing her face lightly, not hiding his enthusiasm at being alone with her. Food was honestly the very last thing on his mind and the last thing he would consider from that point forward. "No," Hasani asserted lightly, giving her a smirk and a light pat on the behind. "No food. Not yet," he shook his head with marked ease, tugging her closer to him and looking down into Tanishe's face. His eyes, too, went to her mouth and the softness of her lips.
But his mind also wandered away from the topic of babies and children. Sometimes he found that he wanted her without a single thought of whether or not a pregnancy would hold. It was often the case. He could do without children if he must, but making love to his wife was not something he would ever give up on. There might have been a point later on that he would completely consider the topic of children moot, but that day wasn't exactly today. With Tanishe pulling at the tie of his clothes, he reached up to remove her headscarf, smiling sweetly down at her.
"What else am I good at, Tanishe?" he questioned playfully. She knew how to stroke his ego and it often worked quite well. Large hands wandered up her sides, feeling her body, tight from constant movement and exercise. Bedoan's were never truly concerned with beauty, but Hasani found Tanishe most beautiful of all. "I want to know what you think of me besides a warrior."
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Hasani quickly found himself distracted by her voice and the direction that his wife drew the conversation. With his hands still holding hers, he squeezed them gently, a chuckle rolling from deep in his chest. Of course she would want the warrior who could best the lion. It would be a point of honor for the young man to kill a beast and then serve the first family. As he had when he was much younger. With the death of his parents, he had had to forge his path as a warrior. Being chosen by Tanishe's father to act as a bodyguard had put him on a path in life that he would never come to regret. Because he was able to hold this woman in his arms. And no matter if they fought, laughed, cried, they always had one another. Whether the sands were hot or cold. Whether the wind howled or remained silent. They were each other's balance. Their constant in life when faced with such a changing and nomadic lifestyle.
Another laugh at her comment about his backside and he was kissing her face lightly, not hiding his enthusiasm at being alone with her. Food was honestly the very last thing on his mind and the last thing he would consider from that point forward. "No," Hasani asserted lightly, giving her a smirk and a light pat on the behind. "No food. Not yet," he shook his head with marked ease, tugging her closer to him and looking down into Tanishe's face. His eyes, too, went to her mouth and the softness of her lips.
But his mind also wandered away from the topic of babies and children. Sometimes he found that he wanted her without a single thought of whether or not a pregnancy would hold. It was often the case. He could do without children if he must, but making love to his wife was not something he would ever give up on. There might have been a point later on that he would completely consider the topic of children moot, but that day wasn't exactly today. With Tanishe pulling at the tie of his clothes, he reached up to remove her headscarf, smiling sweetly down at her.
"What else am I good at, Tanishe?" he questioned playfully. She knew how to stroke his ego and it often worked quite well. Large hands wandered up her sides, feeling her body, tight from constant movement and exercise. Bedoan's were never truly concerned with beauty, but Hasani found Tanishe most beautiful of all. "I want to know what you think of me besides a warrior."
Hasani quickly found himself distracted by her voice and the direction that his wife drew the conversation. With his hands still holding hers, he squeezed them gently, a chuckle rolling from deep in his chest. Of course she would want the warrior who could best the lion. It would be a point of honor for the young man to kill a beast and then serve the first family. As he had when he was much younger. With the death of his parents, he had had to forge his path as a warrior. Being chosen by Tanishe's father to act as a bodyguard had put him on a path in life that he would never come to regret. Because he was able to hold this woman in his arms. And no matter if they fought, laughed, cried, they always had one another. Whether the sands were hot or cold. Whether the wind howled or remained silent. They were each other's balance. Their constant in life when faced with such a changing and nomadic lifestyle.
Another laugh at her comment about his backside and he was kissing her face lightly, not hiding his enthusiasm at being alone with her. Food was honestly the very last thing on his mind and the last thing he would consider from that point forward. "No," Hasani asserted lightly, giving her a smirk and a light pat on the behind. "No food. Not yet," he shook his head with marked ease, tugging her closer to him and looking down into Tanishe's face. His eyes, too, went to her mouth and the softness of her lips.
But his mind also wandered away from the topic of babies and children. Sometimes he found that he wanted her without a single thought of whether or not a pregnancy would hold. It was often the case. He could do without children if he must, but making love to his wife was not something he would ever give up on. There might have been a point later on that he would completely consider the topic of children moot, but that day wasn't exactly today. With Tanishe pulling at the tie of his clothes, he reached up to remove her headscarf, smiling sweetly down at her.
"What else am I good at, Tanishe?" he questioned playfully. She knew how to stroke his ego and it often worked quite well. Large hands wandered up her sides, feeling her body, tight from constant movement and exercise. Bedoan's were never truly concerned with beauty, but Hasani found Tanishe most beautiful of all. "I want to know what you think of me besides a warrior."
Once his soft kisses descended along her lips, cheeks, temples, and forehead, she knew food was a long gone pipe dream. At least until her husband decided that he wanted to see to other things. It wasn’t as though she minded, either. There was a slight benefit to not having children, in that they could do pretty much whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted. Something she’d happily give up if the trade off was a sweet infant in her arms.
She smiled as he patted her backside and gave him a kiss in return, pulling him backwards across the tent, slowly, step by step. He pulled off her headscarf, letting it flutter to the ground, where it landed on one of the clean carpets. She was pretty adamant about the floor of their tent being free of debris and sand. A servant would come in whenever they left and shake out the rugs, one by one, to keep them nice.
"What else am I good at, Tanishe?"
“What aren’t you good at?” she stuck her tongue between her teeth, grinning before biting her lower lip as she thought. “You’re unparalleled in everything that you do. Your skills with a staff are amazing. Men are hard pressed to match your spear. I’ve never seen someone who looks better in the training ring…”
"I want to know what you think of me besides a warrior." He said and she made a humming sound as she pretended to think, drawing him ever backward with her until she felt the edge of their bed against her calves.
“You’re a wonderful leier,” she dropped her eyes to his chest, working her hands under his clothes. “An amazing husband that I hardly deserve….” she finally managed to get the top layer of his clothes off, being careful to drop it on the rug where he would be sure to find it. Then she turned back to him. “You’re sweet and caring.” She was now messing with his pants. “Generous to a fault. Your devotion to our tribe is second to none...shall I keep going husband?” Pressing her lips together, she looked down at him as she nudged his pants down with her foot against his leg. “Or should I occupy my attentions elsewhere?”
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Once his soft kisses descended along her lips, cheeks, temples, and forehead, she knew food was a long gone pipe dream. At least until her husband decided that he wanted to see to other things. It wasn’t as though she minded, either. There was a slight benefit to not having children, in that they could do pretty much whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted. Something she’d happily give up if the trade off was a sweet infant in her arms.
She smiled as he patted her backside and gave him a kiss in return, pulling him backwards across the tent, slowly, step by step. He pulled off her headscarf, letting it flutter to the ground, where it landed on one of the clean carpets. She was pretty adamant about the floor of their tent being free of debris and sand. A servant would come in whenever they left and shake out the rugs, one by one, to keep them nice.
"What else am I good at, Tanishe?"
“What aren’t you good at?” she stuck her tongue between her teeth, grinning before biting her lower lip as she thought. “You’re unparalleled in everything that you do. Your skills with a staff are amazing. Men are hard pressed to match your spear. I’ve never seen someone who looks better in the training ring…”
"I want to know what you think of me besides a warrior." He said and she made a humming sound as she pretended to think, drawing him ever backward with her until she felt the edge of their bed against her calves.
“You’re a wonderful leier,” she dropped her eyes to his chest, working her hands under his clothes. “An amazing husband that I hardly deserve….” she finally managed to get the top layer of his clothes off, being careful to drop it on the rug where he would be sure to find it. Then she turned back to him. “You’re sweet and caring.” She was now messing with his pants. “Generous to a fault. Your devotion to our tribe is second to none...shall I keep going husband?” Pressing her lips together, she looked down at him as she nudged his pants down with her foot against his leg. “Or should I occupy my attentions elsewhere?”
Once his soft kisses descended along her lips, cheeks, temples, and forehead, she knew food was a long gone pipe dream. At least until her husband decided that he wanted to see to other things. It wasn’t as though she minded, either. There was a slight benefit to not having children, in that they could do pretty much whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted. Something she’d happily give up if the trade off was a sweet infant in her arms.
She smiled as he patted her backside and gave him a kiss in return, pulling him backwards across the tent, slowly, step by step. He pulled off her headscarf, letting it flutter to the ground, where it landed on one of the clean carpets. She was pretty adamant about the floor of their tent being free of debris and sand. A servant would come in whenever they left and shake out the rugs, one by one, to keep them nice.
"What else am I good at, Tanishe?"
“What aren’t you good at?” she stuck her tongue between her teeth, grinning before biting her lower lip as she thought. “You’re unparalleled in everything that you do. Your skills with a staff are amazing. Men are hard pressed to match your spear. I’ve never seen someone who looks better in the training ring…”
"I want to know what you think of me besides a warrior." He said and she made a humming sound as she pretended to think, drawing him ever backward with her until she felt the edge of their bed against her calves.
“You’re a wonderful leier,” she dropped her eyes to his chest, working her hands under his clothes. “An amazing husband that I hardly deserve….” she finally managed to get the top layer of his clothes off, being careful to drop it on the rug where he would be sure to find it. Then she turned back to him. “You’re sweet and caring.” She was now messing with his pants. “Generous to a fault. Your devotion to our tribe is second to none...shall I keep going husband?” Pressing her lips together, she looked down at him as she nudged his pants down with her foot against his leg. “Or should I occupy my attentions elsewhere?”
She was so good about stroking his ego. It was rather refreshing for a man who tried to remain neutral and attentive to his tribe. Never usually one to seek validation in anything he did, Hasani appreciated hearing about the good he did from the rather biased mouth of his own wife. It made him feel better about making the harder decisions when it came to how the tribe was run. Often times he struggled with making the drastic choices, the ones that would have a lasting affect on all of their people. In this moments, Tanishe had always been there to make him feel like he had done the right thing.
And slowly but surely, he was always able to see the positive impact some of his choices had had on the Zaire as a whole. One of the traditions he was so keen on keeping alive was his choosing of a body guard, even if it was not something he particularly needed. Hasani would look for a young man to train in his image, on the chance that he was not able to have children of his own. Because if the ancestors favored him to have no heirs, at least there would be a man that could take that step and have the wherewithal to carry the tribe on his back just as Hasani did. Hopefully that man would have a wife as supportive as his own.
It was moments like this that Hasani truly remembered how much he loved his wife. How he would be nothing and no one if it weren't for her love and faith in him. And though she said so much in his favor, so many words of love, admiration, and validation that he only sought out in these quiet moments between them, he found he had nothing he could say in return. Hasani's throat felt tight and he could hardly get a breath out, let alone fully formed words.
So the leier of the Zaire Gesin pulled his wife closer to him as they both found more and more of their clothing resting on the floor of the tent. His own hands had taken to working at her own, dropping her shirt off to the side. Somewhere on the clean rugs. Pulling her into a soft kiss as first, he slipped an arm around her waist to help guide her down onto their bed. Laying her down, he eased her down gently, as if she were the most precious flower in the desert. The man slowly gazed down her body, smiling at her absolute beauty.
Completely satisfied with wandering with his eyes, he found this a good moment to explore with his lips. Trailing his kisses in against her neck and then slowly down her body, he found himself wandering slower until he had settled at her chest. Gently massaging her breasts, he trailed his tongue against one of her nipples, his gaze flicking back up to her face. "Do you want to know what I think of you, Tani?" he whispered lovingly against her skin.
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She was so good about stroking his ego. It was rather refreshing for a man who tried to remain neutral and attentive to his tribe. Never usually one to seek validation in anything he did, Hasani appreciated hearing about the good he did from the rather biased mouth of his own wife. It made him feel better about making the harder decisions when it came to how the tribe was run. Often times he struggled with making the drastic choices, the ones that would have a lasting affect on all of their people. In this moments, Tanishe had always been there to make him feel like he had done the right thing.
And slowly but surely, he was always able to see the positive impact some of his choices had had on the Zaire as a whole. One of the traditions he was so keen on keeping alive was his choosing of a body guard, even if it was not something he particularly needed. Hasani would look for a young man to train in his image, on the chance that he was not able to have children of his own. Because if the ancestors favored him to have no heirs, at least there would be a man that could take that step and have the wherewithal to carry the tribe on his back just as Hasani did. Hopefully that man would have a wife as supportive as his own.
It was moments like this that Hasani truly remembered how much he loved his wife. How he would be nothing and no one if it weren't for her love and faith in him. And though she said so much in his favor, so many words of love, admiration, and validation that he only sought out in these quiet moments between them, he found he had nothing he could say in return. Hasani's throat felt tight and he could hardly get a breath out, let alone fully formed words.
So the leier of the Zaire Gesin pulled his wife closer to him as they both found more and more of their clothing resting on the floor of the tent. His own hands had taken to working at her own, dropping her shirt off to the side. Somewhere on the clean rugs. Pulling her into a soft kiss as first, he slipped an arm around her waist to help guide her down onto their bed. Laying her down, he eased her down gently, as if she were the most precious flower in the desert. The man slowly gazed down her body, smiling at her absolute beauty.
Completely satisfied with wandering with his eyes, he found this a good moment to explore with his lips. Trailing his kisses in against her neck and then slowly down her body, he found himself wandering slower until he had settled at her chest. Gently massaging her breasts, he trailed his tongue against one of her nipples, his gaze flicking back up to her face. "Do you want to know what I think of you, Tani?" he whispered lovingly against her skin.
She was so good about stroking his ego. It was rather refreshing for a man who tried to remain neutral and attentive to his tribe. Never usually one to seek validation in anything he did, Hasani appreciated hearing about the good he did from the rather biased mouth of his own wife. It made him feel better about making the harder decisions when it came to how the tribe was run. Often times he struggled with making the drastic choices, the ones that would have a lasting affect on all of their people. In this moments, Tanishe had always been there to make him feel like he had done the right thing.
And slowly but surely, he was always able to see the positive impact some of his choices had had on the Zaire as a whole. One of the traditions he was so keen on keeping alive was his choosing of a body guard, even if it was not something he particularly needed. Hasani would look for a young man to train in his image, on the chance that he was not able to have children of his own. Because if the ancestors favored him to have no heirs, at least there would be a man that could take that step and have the wherewithal to carry the tribe on his back just as Hasani did. Hopefully that man would have a wife as supportive as his own.
It was moments like this that Hasani truly remembered how much he loved his wife. How he would be nothing and no one if it weren't for her love and faith in him. And though she said so much in his favor, so many words of love, admiration, and validation that he only sought out in these quiet moments between them, he found he had nothing he could say in return. Hasani's throat felt tight and he could hardly get a breath out, let alone fully formed words.
So the leier of the Zaire Gesin pulled his wife closer to him as they both found more and more of their clothing resting on the floor of the tent. His own hands had taken to working at her own, dropping her shirt off to the side. Somewhere on the clean rugs. Pulling her into a soft kiss as first, he slipped an arm around her waist to help guide her down onto their bed. Laying her down, he eased her down gently, as if she were the most precious flower in the desert. The man slowly gazed down her body, smiling at her absolute beauty.
Completely satisfied with wandering with his eyes, he found this a good moment to explore with his lips. Trailing his kisses in against her neck and then slowly down her body, he found himself wandering slower until he had settled at her chest. Gently massaging her breasts, he trailed his tongue against one of her nipples, his gaze flicking back up to her face. "Do you want to know what I think of you, Tani?" he whispered lovingly against her skin.
He was as easy to read as rain on the horizon. The way her words soothed over him to fix parts of him he did not understand were broken, the need to be needed, the want to be understood, she could almost see the way his deepest wounds were knitted back together. No one went through life unscarred. Though her husband smiled and laughed and played more than anyone she’d ever known, this was probably his armor. If he laughed enough, was firm enough, was perfect enough, no one and nothing could hurt him. She wished that was true.
The first brush of his lips gave her a comforting feeling, like honey in her mouth. Her arms came around his neck and she hummed as he gently laid her down. Their bodies stayed pressed together the entire time, one leg wrapped around him until he pulled back to observe her. She let her arms drift up above her head, clasping her fingers loosely together and smiling at him.
“Like what you see?” she asked, completely unashamed of the way she looked. He’d told her often enough that she was beautiful and she believed he found her so. She was lucky that her husband cared enough to tell her such things. Some of her friends’ husbands were not so kind or so giving as hers.
His kisses along her neck sent shivers down her entire body, anticipating the next soft brush of his lips before he made it. She liked the tickle and turned her head, smiling as she stretched her arms up high enough to slip them up to the pillow at the top of the bed. When his kisses reached her collarbone, she arched into him, looking down in time to watch him flicking his tongue against her nipple while his warm hand caressed her other breast.
"Do you want to know what I think of you, Tani?"
“Mmm…” she bit her lip and wrapped both legs around him. “I want to know whatever you wish to tell me.” Reaching down, she tapped his lips. “If it so happens to be flattering, I won’t tell anyone that I loved it.” She put her other finger to her own lips and grinned at him. “I can keep secrets. So tell me, husband. What do you think of me?”
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He was as easy to read as rain on the horizon. The way her words soothed over him to fix parts of him he did not understand were broken, the need to be needed, the want to be understood, she could almost see the way his deepest wounds were knitted back together. No one went through life unscarred. Though her husband smiled and laughed and played more than anyone she’d ever known, this was probably his armor. If he laughed enough, was firm enough, was perfect enough, no one and nothing could hurt him. She wished that was true.
The first brush of his lips gave her a comforting feeling, like honey in her mouth. Her arms came around his neck and she hummed as he gently laid her down. Their bodies stayed pressed together the entire time, one leg wrapped around him until he pulled back to observe her. She let her arms drift up above her head, clasping her fingers loosely together and smiling at him.
“Like what you see?” she asked, completely unashamed of the way she looked. He’d told her often enough that she was beautiful and she believed he found her so. She was lucky that her husband cared enough to tell her such things. Some of her friends’ husbands were not so kind or so giving as hers.
His kisses along her neck sent shivers down her entire body, anticipating the next soft brush of his lips before he made it. She liked the tickle and turned her head, smiling as she stretched her arms up high enough to slip them up to the pillow at the top of the bed. When his kisses reached her collarbone, she arched into him, looking down in time to watch him flicking his tongue against her nipple while his warm hand caressed her other breast.
"Do you want to know what I think of you, Tani?"
“Mmm…” she bit her lip and wrapped both legs around him. “I want to know whatever you wish to tell me.” Reaching down, she tapped his lips. “If it so happens to be flattering, I won’t tell anyone that I loved it.” She put her other finger to her own lips and grinned at him. “I can keep secrets. So tell me, husband. What do you think of me?”
He was as easy to read as rain on the horizon. The way her words soothed over him to fix parts of him he did not understand were broken, the need to be needed, the want to be understood, she could almost see the way his deepest wounds were knitted back together. No one went through life unscarred. Though her husband smiled and laughed and played more than anyone she’d ever known, this was probably his armor. If he laughed enough, was firm enough, was perfect enough, no one and nothing could hurt him. She wished that was true.
The first brush of his lips gave her a comforting feeling, like honey in her mouth. Her arms came around his neck and she hummed as he gently laid her down. Their bodies stayed pressed together the entire time, one leg wrapped around him until he pulled back to observe her. She let her arms drift up above her head, clasping her fingers loosely together and smiling at him.
“Like what you see?” she asked, completely unashamed of the way she looked. He’d told her often enough that she was beautiful and she believed he found her so. She was lucky that her husband cared enough to tell her such things. Some of her friends’ husbands were not so kind or so giving as hers.
His kisses along her neck sent shivers down her entire body, anticipating the next soft brush of his lips before he made it. She liked the tickle and turned her head, smiling as she stretched her arms up high enough to slip them up to the pillow at the top of the bed. When his kisses reached her collarbone, she arched into him, looking down in time to watch him flicking his tongue against her nipple while his warm hand caressed her other breast.
"Do you want to know what I think of you, Tani?"
“Mmm…” she bit her lip and wrapped both legs around him. “I want to know whatever you wish to tell me.” Reaching down, she tapped his lips. “If it so happens to be flattering, I won’t tell anyone that I loved it.” She put her other finger to her own lips and grinned at him. “I can keep secrets. So tell me, husband. What do you think of me?”
"I always like what I see," Hasani hummed softly under his breath. His gaze had devoured her, entirely, completely, and his desire for her was blatant, even to him. His mind had consistently drifted back to her time and time again throughout the day, whether she was with him or whether he was alone. His training session with the boys had been fun, liberating even, but the moment she had stepped toward the ring, every thought shifted to her.
He still found himself thinking of Neena, too, but he knew her to be long gone. Far from the Sahara. So it would do him no good to miss someone who would not be coming back for either of them. Hasani had never asked how Tanishe felt about Neena leaving, but he secretly felt that maybe she didn't mind it as much as he had. Which was fine. But now that they had just each other, and had had each other for so long, his focus was once more on Tanishe and only Tanishe.
Hasani rather liked the way she arched and stretched under him. Like she was stretching out more to give him a better view or other patches of skin to press kisses to. But he was more than entertained by her breasts, especially while he was focused on also holding a small conversation with her.
"I think you are beautiful, intelligent, firm, and exactly the woman I need to be leieren," Hasani admitted, "Who I have always needed and who has never faltered in her duties either to me or our Gesin. Your brother was to be leier, but you took to being leieren like a sand snake to a dune," he said softly, pausing his ministrations to watch her face. "I am sorry if I have never expressed how much I appreciate you and your commitment to the Gesin and to me," his voice had dropped lower than before because he had tipped his head down to trail his kisses a little lower.
Then he leaned back up to press his lips firmly to hers. "I want you to love the things I say about you. I don't ever want you to feel like I do not appreciate you or love you enough," the sentimental sap of a man couldn't seem to stop talking. And though he kept pressing kisses to her lips, he would likely keep rambling unless she silenced him or he finally sunk into her. Whichever came first.
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"I always like what I see," Hasani hummed softly under his breath. His gaze had devoured her, entirely, completely, and his desire for her was blatant, even to him. His mind had consistently drifted back to her time and time again throughout the day, whether she was with him or whether he was alone. His training session with the boys had been fun, liberating even, but the moment she had stepped toward the ring, every thought shifted to her.
He still found himself thinking of Neena, too, but he knew her to be long gone. Far from the Sahara. So it would do him no good to miss someone who would not be coming back for either of them. Hasani had never asked how Tanishe felt about Neena leaving, but he secretly felt that maybe she didn't mind it as much as he had. Which was fine. But now that they had just each other, and had had each other for so long, his focus was once more on Tanishe and only Tanishe.
Hasani rather liked the way she arched and stretched under him. Like she was stretching out more to give him a better view or other patches of skin to press kisses to. But he was more than entertained by her breasts, especially while he was focused on also holding a small conversation with her.
"I think you are beautiful, intelligent, firm, and exactly the woman I need to be leieren," Hasani admitted, "Who I have always needed and who has never faltered in her duties either to me or our Gesin. Your brother was to be leier, but you took to being leieren like a sand snake to a dune," he said softly, pausing his ministrations to watch her face. "I am sorry if I have never expressed how much I appreciate you and your commitment to the Gesin and to me," his voice had dropped lower than before because he had tipped his head down to trail his kisses a little lower.
Then he leaned back up to press his lips firmly to hers. "I want you to love the things I say about you. I don't ever want you to feel like I do not appreciate you or love you enough," the sentimental sap of a man couldn't seem to stop talking. And though he kept pressing kisses to her lips, he would likely keep rambling unless she silenced him or he finally sunk into her. Whichever came first.
"I always like what I see," Hasani hummed softly under his breath. His gaze had devoured her, entirely, completely, and his desire for her was blatant, even to him. His mind had consistently drifted back to her time and time again throughout the day, whether she was with him or whether he was alone. His training session with the boys had been fun, liberating even, but the moment she had stepped toward the ring, every thought shifted to her.
He still found himself thinking of Neena, too, but he knew her to be long gone. Far from the Sahara. So it would do him no good to miss someone who would not be coming back for either of them. Hasani had never asked how Tanishe felt about Neena leaving, but he secretly felt that maybe she didn't mind it as much as he had. Which was fine. But now that they had just each other, and had had each other for so long, his focus was once more on Tanishe and only Tanishe.
Hasani rather liked the way she arched and stretched under him. Like she was stretching out more to give him a better view or other patches of skin to press kisses to. But he was more than entertained by her breasts, especially while he was focused on also holding a small conversation with her.
"I think you are beautiful, intelligent, firm, and exactly the woman I need to be leieren," Hasani admitted, "Who I have always needed and who has never faltered in her duties either to me or our Gesin. Your brother was to be leier, but you took to being leieren like a sand snake to a dune," he said softly, pausing his ministrations to watch her face. "I am sorry if I have never expressed how much I appreciate you and your commitment to the Gesin and to me," his voice had dropped lower than before because he had tipped his head down to trail his kisses a little lower.
Then he leaned back up to press his lips firmly to hers. "I want you to love the things I say about you. I don't ever want you to feel like I do not appreciate you or love you enough," the sentimental sap of a man couldn't seem to stop talking. And though he kept pressing kisses to her lips, he would likely keep rambling unless she silenced him or he finally sunk into her. Whichever came first.
"I think you are beautiful, intelligent, firm, and exactly the woman I need to be leieren.” She blushed. It didn’t matter that she knew that’s how he felt. It was different hearing it. Validating. "Who I have always needed and who has never faltered in her duties either to me or our Gesin. Your brother was to be leier, but you took to being leieren like a sand snake to a dune.” The heat in her cheeks was flaming hot and she grinned in both pleasure and embarrassment. She cupped his face in her hands, softly rubbing her thumbs across the sharp angles of his face. A face she loved and wanted to see forever. "I am sorry if I have never expressed how much I appreciate you and your commitment to the Gesin and to me.”
“You have,” her voice was all breath as he kissed lower on her stomach. She sucked in a little, hollowing herself until she giggled at the tickle again his lips made. He’d moved too low for her legs to stay around him and she’d allowed them to fall completely open. Unsure about which direction he’d go, her hands fluttered to his shoulders, and then followed his swift progress back up as he kissed her lips again.
"I want you to love the things I say about you. I don't ever want you to feel like I do not appreciate you or love you enough.” All this said between kisses. Tanishe basked in it, glowing bright like the silver moon in the dark sky. She tilted her hips up, silently begging him to stop making her wait. To further entice him, she drew her nails along his sides, tilting her head as she considered him. Her eyes flicked between his, to his lips, back up.
“Show me your love,” she whispered, leaning up to close the space between them, offering him a slow, lingering kiss. Wrapping an arm around his shoulders, she brought her body completely up to his, asking silently again for him to take her. Her lips brushed the corner of his mouth, his jaw, his neck, and she let herself sink back down onto the bed, pulling him with her. Her legs wrapped around him and she brought her lips back to his, slipping her tongue into his mouth, stopping all conversation in a slow, sensuous appeal for him to stop hesitating.
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"I think you are beautiful, intelligent, firm, and exactly the woman I need to be leieren.” She blushed. It didn’t matter that she knew that’s how he felt. It was different hearing it. Validating. "Who I have always needed and who has never faltered in her duties either to me or our Gesin. Your brother was to be leier, but you took to being leieren like a sand snake to a dune.” The heat in her cheeks was flaming hot and she grinned in both pleasure and embarrassment. She cupped his face in her hands, softly rubbing her thumbs across the sharp angles of his face. A face she loved and wanted to see forever. "I am sorry if I have never expressed how much I appreciate you and your commitment to the Gesin and to me.”
“You have,” her voice was all breath as he kissed lower on her stomach. She sucked in a little, hollowing herself until she giggled at the tickle again his lips made. He’d moved too low for her legs to stay around him and she’d allowed them to fall completely open. Unsure about which direction he’d go, her hands fluttered to his shoulders, and then followed his swift progress back up as he kissed her lips again.
"I want you to love the things I say about you. I don't ever want you to feel like I do not appreciate you or love you enough.” All this said between kisses. Tanishe basked in it, glowing bright like the silver moon in the dark sky. She tilted her hips up, silently begging him to stop making her wait. To further entice him, she drew her nails along his sides, tilting her head as she considered him. Her eyes flicked between his, to his lips, back up.
“Show me your love,” she whispered, leaning up to close the space between them, offering him a slow, lingering kiss. Wrapping an arm around his shoulders, she brought her body completely up to his, asking silently again for him to take her. Her lips brushed the corner of his mouth, his jaw, his neck, and she let herself sink back down onto the bed, pulling him with her. Her legs wrapped around him and she brought her lips back to his, slipping her tongue into his mouth, stopping all conversation in a slow, sensuous appeal for him to stop hesitating.
"I think you are beautiful, intelligent, firm, and exactly the woman I need to be leieren.” She blushed. It didn’t matter that she knew that’s how he felt. It was different hearing it. Validating. "Who I have always needed and who has never faltered in her duties either to me or our Gesin. Your brother was to be leier, but you took to being leieren like a sand snake to a dune.” The heat in her cheeks was flaming hot and she grinned in both pleasure and embarrassment. She cupped his face in her hands, softly rubbing her thumbs across the sharp angles of his face. A face she loved and wanted to see forever. "I am sorry if I have never expressed how much I appreciate you and your commitment to the Gesin and to me.”
“You have,” her voice was all breath as he kissed lower on her stomach. She sucked in a little, hollowing herself until she giggled at the tickle again his lips made. He’d moved too low for her legs to stay around him and she’d allowed them to fall completely open. Unsure about which direction he’d go, her hands fluttered to his shoulders, and then followed his swift progress back up as he kissed her lips again.
"I want you to love the things I say about you. I don't ever want you to feel like I do not appreciate you or love you enough.” All this said between kisses. Tanishe basked in it, glowing bright like the silver moon in the dark sky. She tilted her hips up, silently begging him to stop making her wait. To further entice him, she drew her nails along his sides, tilting her head as she considered him. Her eyes flicked between his, to his lips, back up.
“Show me your love,” she whispered, leaning up to close the space between them, offering him a slow, lingering kiss. Wrapping an arm around his shoulders, she brought her body completely up to his, asking silently again for him to take her. Her lips brushed the corner of his mouth, his jaw, his neck, and she let herself sink back down onto the bed, pulling him with her. Her legs wrapped around him and she brought her lips back to his, slipping her tongue into his mouth, stopping all conversation in a slow, sensuous appeal for him to stop hesitating.
Hasani was once more distracted by just the simplicity of feeling. Of emotion. He had always found himself lucky to have won the favor of the previous leier's eldest daughter. And he knew now that she had been the best and truly only choice for first wife. And even now that Neena was gone, he could not imagine bringing in another wife once more.
In Tanishe, he had everything and anything that he could want. Having a child would have been a plus, but he would never have given up on her just because they struggled. They would try and try until they were old, and if they never had one, he would still hold her as close to his heart as he did now.
Her soft plea and the lingering kiss had him once more focused on the task at hand. Not so much a task as a simple want. A need for intimacy and closeness. A need to be buried in her before lunch and maybe again before supper. Maybe they would not show their faces again until morning, who knew.
He didn't, and he wasn't inclined to plan anything out.
Working at the rest of their clothing, Hasani soon left them both bare and open to each other. His hands worked their way down her body, touching skin. Feeling every single inch of her that he had vowed to love upon the day of their engagement and then their marriage. She was lithe and curvaceous, toned from the lifestyle that they lived. Under the baking sun and walking along hot sand. There was nothing about this woman that he was unable to love. Her temperament was what had drawn him most of all, but this was what had solidified things for him.
Trailing his hands down to her hips, he trailed them then along her thighs, caressing skin and arching slightly into her when she caught his lips again. At the same moment he dipped his tongue against hers, he shifted his hips, using one hand to guide himself into her core. He knew her body well enough to know that she didn't need a lot of preparation. It was amazing to him that she always seemed ready, no matter the time of day.
Giving her the first gentle rock of his hips, he filled her slowly, pressing their bodies closer until he was fully seated in her. Hasani broke their kiss for only a moment, taking a breath and letting his hands wander back to her ass to brace them both a little more. He hummed his pleasure for her, catching her lips again and setting an almost leisurely pace in an effort to remain comfortably in her warmth for as long as he pleased. There was no hurry. It didn't matter that it was the middle of the day. No one found satisfaction in rushed love-making.
That was a fact that Hasani had learned quickly in his marriage. No one had truly prepared him and he was sure that he had once been awful at this. But now? After years of practice and getting to know every inch of her skin by memory? He knew exactly what would have her writhing.
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Hasani was once more distracted by just the simplicity of feeling. Of emotion. He had always found himself lucky to have won the favor of the previous leier's eldest daughter. And he knew now that she had been the best and truly only choice for first wife. And even now that Neena was gone, he could not imagine bringing in another wife once more.
In Tanishe, he had everything and anything that he could want. Having a child would have been a plus, but he would never have given up on her just because they struggled. They would try and try until they were old, and if they never had one, he would still hold her as close to his heart as he did now.
Her soft plea and the lingering kiss had him once more focused on the task at hand. Not so much a task as a simple want. A need for intimacy and closeness. A need to be buried in her before lunch and maybe again before supper. Maybe they would not show their faces again until morning, who knew.
He didn't, and he wasn't inclined to plan anything out.
Working at the rest of their clothing, Hasani soon left them both bare and open to each other. His hands worked their way down her body, touching skin. Feeling every single inch of her that he had vowed to love upon the day of their engagement and then their marriage. She was lithe and curvaceous, toned from the lifestyle that they lived. Under the baking sun and walking along hot sand. There was nothing about this woman that he was unable to love. Her temperament was what had drawn him most of all, but this was what had solidified things for him.
Trailing his hands down to her hips, he trailed them then along her thighs, caressing skin and arching slightly into her when she caught his lips again. At the same moment he dipped his tongue against hers, he shifted his hips, using one hand to guide himself into her core. He knew her body well enough to know that she didn't need a lot of preparation. It was amazing to him that she always seemed ready, no matter the time of day.
Giving her the first gentle rock of his hips, he filled her slowly, pressing their bodies closer until he was fully seated in her. Hasani broke their kiss for only a moment, taking a breath and letting his hands wander back to her ass to brace them both a little more. He hummed his pleasure for her, catching her lips again and setting an almost leisurely pace in an effort to remain comfortably in her warmth for as long as he pleased. There was no hurry. It didn't matter that it was the middle of the day. No one found satisfaction in rushed love-making.
That was a fact that Hasani had learned quickly in his marriage. No one had truly prepared him and he was sure that he had once been awful at this. But now? After years of practice and getting to know every inch of her skin by memory? He knew exactly what would have her writhing.
Hasani was once more distracted by just the simplicity of feeling. Of emotion. He had always found himself lucky to have won the favor of the previous leier's eldest daughter. And he knew now that she had been the best and truly only choice for first wife. And even now that Neena was gone, he could not imagine bringing in another wife once more.
In Tanishe, he had everything and anything that he could want. Having a child would have been a plus, but he would never have given up on her just because they struggled. They would try and try until they were old, and if they never had one, he would still hold her as close to his heart as he did now.
Her soft plea and the lingering kiss had him once more focused on the task at hand. Not so much a task as a simple want. A need for intimacy and closeness. A need to be buried in her before lunch and maybe again before supper. Maybe they would not show their faces again until morning, who knew.
He didn't, and he wasn't inclined to plan anything out.
Working at the rest of their clothing, Hasani soon left them both bare and open to each other. His hands worked their way down her body, touching skin. Feeling every single inch of her that he had vowed to love upon the day of their engagement and then their marriage. She was lithe and curvaceous, toned from the lifestyle that they lived. Under the baking sun and walking along hot sand. There was nothing about this woman that he was unable to love. Her temperament was what had drawn him most of all, but this was what had solidified things for him.
Trailing his hands down to her hips, he trailed them then along her thighs, caressing skin and arching slightly into her when she caught his lips again. At the same moment he dipped his tongue against hers, he shifted his hips, using one hand to guide himself into her core. He knew her body well enough to know that she didn't need a lot of preparation. It was amazing to him that she always seemed ready, no matter the time of day.
Giving her the first gentle rock of his hips, he filled her slowly, pressing their bodies closer until he was fully seated in her. Hasani broke their kiss for only a moment, taking a breath and letting his hands wander back to her ass to brace them both a little more. He hummed his pleasure for her, catching her lips again and setting an almost leisurely pace in an effort to remain comfortably in her warmth for as long as he pleased. There was no hurry. It didn't matter that it was the middle of the day. No one found satisfaction in rushed love-making.
That was a fact that Hasani had learned quickly in his marriage. No one had truly prepared him and he was sure that he had once been awful at this. But now? After years of practice and getting to know every inch of her skin by memory? He knew exactly what would have her writhing.
Life went on outside their tent. People tended cooking fires, warriors trained, some people slept in the hottest part of the day, some people were hauling water from the well. A fair wind struck up across the desert and people were heading into their tents to avoid the swirling sand and dust. Across the camp as a whole, the atmosphere was one of easy business and in the Leier’s tent, which was on the outskirts of the encampment, for privacy’s sake, it was no different. Their pace was easy, their bodies busy.
She smiled at the feeling of his hands on her hips, liking the contrast of her soft skin and his rough hands. Their movements synchronized together like a well practiced dance. His tongue flicked against her lips and she opened her mouth to him, while at the same time feeling his tip pressing into her. A sharp intake of breath from her and he was inside her, finally giving her gratification after staying away for what felt like forever.
When he broke their kiss, she used the opportunity to trail kisses along his neck, moaning happily as he grasped her ass and pushed deeper inside. His happy sound made her laugh just a little. Not in mocking but because she liked to see that smile of his right before he kissed her. His excitement always enhanced hers. There was nothing like being wanted. Wanted, loved, claimed.
Her thoughts slipped away into a pleasured haze as he set the rhythm. She kept her arms around his shoulders, trailing her fingers down the back of his neck, along his spine, and back up. There was never enough time to touch him and her wandering hands made their way across his shoulders, along his biceps, down to his chest, along his sides, his ass, and back up again to the curve of his shoulders. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she moaned into his mouth after a time, when suddenly their lazy pace had ignited the heat inside her that was quickly being fanned into flames.
The sweet touches she’d been gracing him with shifted into nails dragging along his back. She broke away from their kiss and tilted her head back, exposing her throat to him. Her heart fluttered chaotically in her chest and she felt that she was being swept up a mountain, toward the peak, but not there yet. In that, she was a bit at his mercy as to when he would drive her straight over the edge, into beautiful oblivion.
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Life went on outside their tent. People tended cooking fires, warriors trained, some people slept in the hottest part of the day, some people were hauling water from the well. A fair wind struck up across the desert and people were heading into their tents to avoid the swirling sand and dust. Across the camp as a whole, the atmosphere was one of easy business and in the Leier’s tent, which was on the outskirts of the encampment, for privacy’s sake, it was no different. Their pace was easy, their bodies busy.
She smiled at the feeling of his hands on her hips, liking the contrast of her soft skin and his rough hands. Their movements synchronized together like a well practiced dance. His tongue flicked against her lips and she opened her mouth to him, while at the same time feeling his tip pressing into her. A sharp intake of breath from her and he was inside her, finally giving her gratification after staying away for what felt like forever.
When he broke their kiss, she used the opportunity to trail kisses along his neck, moaning happily as he grasped her ass and pushed deeper inside. His happy sound made her laugh just a little. Not in mocking but because she liked to see that smile of his right before he kissed her. His excitement always enhanced hers. There was nothing like being wanted. Wanted, loved, claimed.
Her thoughts slipped away into a pleasured haze as he set the rhythm. She kept her arms around his shoulders, trailing her fingers down the back of his neck, along his spine, and back up. There was never enough time to touch him and her wandering hands made their way across his shoulders, along his biceps, down to his chest, along his sides, his ass, and back up again to the curve of his shoulders. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she moaned into his mouth after a time, when suddenly their lazy pace had ignited the heat inside her that was quickly being fanned into flames.
The sweet touches she’d been gracing him with shifted into nails dragging along his back. She broke away from their kiss and tilted her head back, exposing her throat to him. Her heart fluttered chaotically in her chest and she felt that she was being swept up a mountain, toward the peak, but not there yet. In that, she was a bit at his mercy as to when he would drive her straight over the edge, into beautiful oblivion.
Life went on outside their tent. People tended cooking fires, warriors trained, some people slept in the hottest part of the day, some people were hauling water from the well. A fair wind struck up across the desert and people were heading into their tents to avoid the swirling sand and dust. Across the camp as a whole, the atmosphere was one of easy business and in the Leier’s tent, which was on the outskirts of the encampment, for privacy’s sake, it was no different. Their pace was easy, their bodies busy.
She smiled at the feeling of his hands on her hips, liking the contrast of her soft skin and his rough hands. Their movements synchronized together like a well practiced dance. His tongue flicked against her lips and she opened her mouth to him, while at the same time feeling his tip pressing into her. A sharp intake of breath from her and he was inside her, finally giving her gratification after staying away for what felt like forever.
When he broke their kiss, she used the opportunity to trail kisses along his neck, moaning happily as he grasped her ass and pushed deeper inside. His happy sound made her laugh just a little. Not in mocking but because she liked to see that smile of his right before he kissed her. His excitement always enhanced hers. There was nothing like being wanted. Wanted, loved, claimed.
Her thoughts slipped away into a pleasured haze as he set the rhythm. She kept her arms around his shoulders, trailing her fingers down the back of his neck, along his spine, and back up. There was never enough time to touch him and her wandering hands made their way across his shoulders, along his biceps, down to his chest, along his sides, his ass, and back up again to the curve of his shoulders. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she moaned into his mouth after a time, when suddenly their lazy pace had ignited the heat inside her that was quickly being fanned into flames.
The sweet touches she’d been gracing him with shifted into nails dragging along his back. She broke away from their kiss and tilted her head back, exposing her throat to him. Her heart fluttered chaotically in her chest and she felt that she was being swept up a mountain, toward the peak, but not there yet. In that, she was a bit at his mercy as to when he would drive her straight over the edge, into beautiful oblivion.
It was a rather simple practice to find their rhythm together. There were days where the stress of their positions truly got to him. It was days where he did not always want to be slow or soft. Sometimes it was rushed, but only after she had had one or two perfect endings before him. Then the tender mask faded away into something more primal and much needier. This afternoon, however, there was nothing stressing the leier. There was nothing weighing on his mind and no outwardly difficult decisions to make at a moment's notice.
It had been her glances, her smiles, the way she watched him that had spurred on the sudden need to have her. And now that he had buried himself deep he was in no rush to leave her silken warmth. His fingers found her hair, threading gently through her locks and his lips remained against hers. The soft moans that escaped her lips only encouraged Hasani. Told him that what he was making her feel was good and right.
But also the way she touched him. Absolutely everywhere that she could reach and he found himself almost purring at the way her warm fingers made his skin tingle. It was a pleasant feeling, one he didn't think he could ever forget even when his mind would one day leave him. Her hands were soft, distracting even. His movements found a slightly unsteady rhythm before Hasani let his mind drift away from the tenderness of her touches and focused on the sounds leaving her lips. Sounds he wanted to hear more of.
Hasani trailed his hands back along her thighs when his wife wrapped her legs about his hips, a sweet sigh escaping him. Biting his lip just slightly, it was at that point that the deliciousness of their lazy lovemaking turned to beautiful heat in his limbs. Ancestors above, she was perfect. The tender touching turned to hard fingers, nails, down his back and a low groan escaped him. He loved the little warnings. It was easy to pick up his pace while knowing that she was nearly there. Which was what he was desperate for.
Threading his fingers back into Tanishe's hair, he moved inside of her harder than before. His lips kept her own busy, his tongue dipping almost hurriedly against hers, his breathing sharpening with the extra effort. He wouldn't slow until he felt her clenching around him, and even then it was a toss-up if he would let her rest. It was unlikely, given he still wasn't hungry nor did he have any desire to leave her alone. The camp would move on by itself, he was sure.
That was the great thing about the community. They could really run themselves for a few hours. He was not beholden to every single thing that went on in the camp, which only gave him the slightest bit more freedom to spend some of his free time doing what he wanted. And right now that was her.
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It was a rather simple practice to find their rhythm together. There were days where the stress of their positions truly got to him. It was days where he did not always want to be slow or soft. Sometimes it was rushed, but only after she had had one or two perfect endings before him. Then the tender mask faded away into something more primal and much needier. This afternoon, however, there was nothing stressing the leier. There was nothing weighing on his mind and no outwardly difficult decisions to make at a moment's notice.
It had been her glances, her smiles, the way she watched him that had spurred on the sudden need to have her. And now that he had buried himself deep he was in no rush to leave her silken warmth. His fingers found her hair, threading gently through her locks and his lips remained against hers. The soft moans that escaped her lips only encouraged Hasani. Told him that what he was making her feel was good and right.
But also the way she touched him. Absolutely everywhere that she could reach and he found himself almost purring at the way her warm fingers made his skin tingle. It was a pleasant feeling, one he didn't think he could ever forget even when his mind would one day leave him. Her hands were soft, distracting even. His movements found a slightly unsteady rhythm before Hasani let his mind drift away from the tenderness of her touches and focused on the sounds leaving her lips. Sounds he wanted to hear more of.
Hasani trailed his hands back along her thighs when his wife wrapped her legs about his hips, a sweet sigh escaping him. Biting his lip just slightly, it was at that point that the deliciousness of their lazy lovemaking turned to beautiful heat in his limbs. Ancestors above, she was perfect. The tender touching turned to hard fingers, nails, down his back and a low groan escaped him. He loved the little warnings. It was easy to pick up his pace while knowing that she was nearly there. Which was what he was desperate for.
Threading his fingers back into Tanishe's hair, he moved inside of her harder than before. His lips kept her own busy, his tongue dipping almost hurriedly against hers, his breathing sharpening with the extra effort. He wouldn't slow until he felt her clenching around him, and even then it was a toss-up if he would let her rest. It was unlikely, given he still wasn't hungry nor did he have any desire to leave her alone. The camp would move on by itself, he was sure.
That was the great thing about the community. They could really run themselves for a few hours. He was not beholden to every single thing that went on in the camp, which only gave him the slightest bit more freedom to spend some of his free time doing what he wanted. And right now that was her.
It was a rather simple practice to find their rhythm together. There were days where the stress of their positions truly got to him. It was days where he did not always want to be slow or soft. Sometimes it was rushed, but only after she had had one or two perfect endings before him. Then the tender mask faded away into something more primal and much needier. This afternoon, however, there was nothing stressing the leier. There was nothing weighing on his mind and no outwardly difficult decisions to make at a moment's notice.
It had been her glances, her smiles, the way she watched him that had spurred on the sudden need to have her. And now that he had buried himself deep he was in no rush to leave her silken warmth. His fingers found her hair, threading gently through her locks and his lips remained against hers. The soft moans that escaped her lips only encouraged Hasani. Told him that what he was making her feel was good and right.
But also the way she touched him. Absolutely everywhere that she could reach and he found himself almost purring at the way her warm fingers made his skin tingle. It was a pleasant feeling, one he didn't think he could ever forget even when his mind would one day leave him. Her hands were soft, distracting even. His movements found a slightly unsteady rhythm before Hasani let his mind drift away from the tenderness of her touches and focused on the sounds leaving her lips. Sounds he wanted to hear more of.
Hasani trailed his hands back along her thighs when his wife wrapped her legs about his hips, a sweet sigh escaping him. Biting his lip just slightly, it was at that point that the deliciousness of their lazy lovemaking turned to beautiful heat in his limbs. Ancestors above, she was perfect. The tender touching turned to hard fingers, nails, down his back and a low groan escaped him. He loved the little warnings. It was easy to pick up his pace while knowing that she was nearly there. Which was what he was desperate for.
Threading his fingers back into Tanishe's hair, he moved inside of her harder than before. His lips kept her own busy, his tongue dipping almost hurriedly against hers, his breathing sharpening with the extra effort. He wouldn't slow until he felt her clenching around him, and even then it was a toss-up if he would let her rest. It was unlikely, given he still wasn't hungry nor did he have any desire to leave her alone. The camp would move on by itself, he was sure.
That was the great thing about the community. They could really run themselves for a few hours. He was not beholden to every single thing that went on in the camp, which only gave him the slightest bit more freedom to spend some of his free time doing what he wanted. And right now that was her.
She felt like a piece of firewood, being burned and consumed until she was nothing but a glowing ember, blazing in the night. In the heat of the day, the air around them should have been unimaginably hot and oppressive but it was cool against her glistening skin. His movements might have shaken the earth itself and she clung to him as though he was the only thing anchoring her to the bed, or she might spin off into the ether, out of control and never to be seen again. Completely unaware of the sounds she was making, she moaned when he threaded his fingers into her hair, when he claimed her lips and tongue, when he sank as deeply into her as he could manage.
Her eyes were open and she stared into his as the first hints of mounting pressure threatened to undo her usually serene facade. His handsome face, what she could see of his deliciously broad shoulders, the feeling of riding his hips as he rolled into her made her breath hitch, and then she felt her stomach drop and her toes curl as pleasure roared through her entire body, singing through her veins. Her nails dug into the muscles of his back and she arched as she climaxed, needing him deeper and harder, as fast as he could go.
For eternity, she was locked into a wild ride of euphoria, aware of him and unaware at the same time. Then she understood her heart was beating hard in her chest. Her eyes had drifted up to the tent’s roof and she saw the sun filtering through the black woven thread. She panted as she came down from her high, lips parted, body sated, fingers strumming up and down his back where she’d been savaging it seconds before. The softness returned and she hummed at him, smiling, kissing at him, twisting so that they were laying face to face on their sides, still joined.
“I love you,” she said into the quiet of the tent. And she did. She loved him more than anything in the entire world. If necessary, she’d walk the desert barefoot just to bring him home if he was ever lost to her. Pressing her forehead to his, she closed her eyes and then dropped her head just enough to kiss his nose before sighing in happiness and wrapping an arm around him.
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She felt like a piece of firewood, being burned and consumed until she was nothing but a glowing ember, blazing in the night. In the heat of the day, the air around them should have been unimaginably hot and oppressive but it was cool against her glistening skin. His movements might have shaken the earth itself and she clung to him as though he was the only thing anchoring her to the bed, or she might spin off into the ether, out of control and never to be seen again. Completely unaware of the sounds she was making, she moaned when he threaded his fingers into her hair, when he claimed her lips and tongue, when he sank as deeply into her as he could manage.
Her eyes were open and she stared into his as the first hints of mounting pressure threatened to undo her usually serene facade. His handsome face, what she could see of his deliciously broad shoulders, the feeling of riding his hips as he rolled into her made her breath hitch, and then she felt her stomach drop and her toes curl as pleasure roared through her entire body, singing through her veins. Her nails dug into the muscles of his back and she arched as she climaxed, needing him deeper and harder, as fast as he could go.
For eternity, she was locked into a wild ride of euphoria, aware of him and unaware at the same time. Then she understood her heart was beating hard in her chest. Her eyes had drifted up to the tent’s roof and she saw the sun filtering through the black woven thread. She panted as she came down from her high, lips parted, body sated, fingers strumming up and down his back where she’d been savaging it seconds before. The softness returned and she hummed at him, smiling, kissing at him, twisting so that they were laying face to face on their sides, still joined.
“I love you,” she said into the quiet of the tent. And she did. She loved him more than anything in the entire world. If necessary, she’d walk the desert barefoot just to bring him home if he was ever lost to her. Pressing her forehead to his, she closed her eyes and then dropped her head just enough to kiss his nose before sighing in happiness and wrapping an arm around him.
She felt like a piece of firewood, being burned and consumed until she was nothing but a glowing ember, blazing in the night. In the heat of the day, the air around them should have been unimaginably hot and oppressive but it was cool against her glistening skin. His movements might have shaken the earth itself and she clung to him as though he was the only thing anchoring her to the bed, or she might spin off into the ether, out of control and never to be seen again. Completely unaware of the sounds she was making, she moaned when he threaded his fingers into her hair, when he claimed her lips and tongue, when he sank as deeply into her as he could manage.
Her eyes were open and she stared into his as the first hints of mounting pressure threatened to undo her usually serene facade. His handsome face, what she could see of his deliciously broad shoulders, the feeling of riding his hips as he rolled into her made her breath hitch, and then she felt her stomach drop and her toes curl as pleasure roared through her entire body, singing through her veins. Her nails dug into the muscles of his back and she arched as she climaxed, needing him deeper and harder, as fast as he could go.
For eternity, she was locked into a wild ride of euphoria, aware of him and unaware at the same time. Then she understood her heart was beating hard in her chest. Her eyes had drifted up to the tent’s roof and she saw the sun filtering through the black woven thread. She panted as she came down from her high, lips parted, body sated, fingers strumming up and down his back where she’d been savaging it seconds before. The softness returned and she hummed at him, smiling, kissing at him, twisting so that they were laying face to face on their sides, still joined.
“I love you,” she said into the quiet of the tent. And she did. She loved him more than anything in the entire world. If necessary, she’d walk the desert barefoot just to bring him home if he was ever lost to her. Pressing her forehead to his, she closed her eyes and then dropped her head just enough to kiss his nose before sighing in happiness and wrapping an arm around him.