When the Scars Heal [M]

visualspice · July 25, 2015, 08:07:19 PM

'With me'
Such a remark had him shiver. He was a powerful man and could easily command her at his will, but he felt so vulnerable and exposed, and wanted nothing more than to even let her lead. But the idea of them doing this, as a true unison in a random moment of need....

It was just what he needed, and the desire in his eyes grew.
A hand moved down her thigh, pulling her closer as he leaned in. Lips hoovered over hers as he looked down into her face.
"You look so desirable in the moonlight," he found himself saying, in a gruff, husky voice that sounded unlike his own. This whole moment even felt other worldly, and as he moved to position himself so their hips were snug together, he let his sex rubbed just around the tender outside folds of her already slick sex.

He'd let her be the one to draw him in fully, and the very idea of her doing it made his dick throb with need.

Draconian · July 25, 2015, 08:27:53 PM

Medina looked up at the sky, it was raining still, but the clouds were parting and indeed the moon hung in the sky "As do you," She said back, reaching to gently caress the scarred side of his face. Medina couldn't imagine how he felt about it. It spoke of him in spades though, to survive that. She bit her lip and gasped out a breath, her fingers moving to dig into his back when he dragged himself between her legs.

It wasn't enough and Medina pressed her lips to his as she reached down to ease him inside her. Gently she bit at his lip while she clutched him to her, still unsure of herself for the most part but growing more bold by the moment. A jerk of her hips and she felt him in her, her legs spread wide by his hips and her breath coming out in short gasps with being so full. Her fingers tangled in his hair and she closed her eyes to give a soft sigh. There was no space for words and she just held him tightly while she undulated her hips and lost herself to the sensations.

visualspice · July 25, 2015, 08:35:36 PM

It was hard to tell how much time had passed, but he filled her up at least three times in the rain, and whatever seed did not fit dribbled down her legs and the rain took it away at it's leisure. And he felt so satisfied that he wanted no small part of this moment to end. His hips moved and rolled along with her advances, waiting to see how she'd respond to the way he took her and then he'd have her again. It was as if they were lovers, figuring out their bodies for their first time, their wants, their desires, their cravings. They had to have had sex in countless positions before the man found himself standing with her, her back digging into the rough bark of a tree as he moved his hips and thrust his sex deep inside her.

And though it surprised even him as he came again within her body, he grunted and shuddered and felt the hot seed slip between both their legs as they were pressed so close. By now, the night was no longer young and the rain finally yielded, but his skin still glistened, but this time, with sweat and the fading rain. After he had his peak, he lifted his green eyes to look into hers before moving a hand to brush the hair away from her eyes.

He leaned in to kiss her, deeply at first before it softened.
"Do you live near here?" he asked suddenly, which may have been the first real words either had spoken since they had gone into their second and third rounds of sex.

Draconian · July 25, 2015, 08:50:16 PM

Gold locked with green and she gave one last whole body shudder, eyes closing for a moment before he kissed her. Medina pressed into it gently, her hands resting on his biceps and one leg still hooked around his waist while she came down from her orgasm. Trembling, Medina was passingly amazed at how intact her braid still was. Only a few strands were loose and she let her head rest against the tree behind her before she finally opened her eyes when he spoke.

Part of her had forgotten he could talk. The only noises they'd been making were grunts and groans and soft sighs and moans. "Yes," She said softly, worried that if she spoke any louder her voice would break from the previous crying out she'd done. Medina wanted to ask him if he did too, but... Something stopped her. She didn't want to know. This man wasn't her lover. A stolen night is what this was and she'd remember it as one. A secret. Something to write about vaguely in a journal that she'd burn to keep safe.

Sleepy eyes looked at him and she gave him another small smile, reaching up to push his hair from his face, draw her thumb over his lips. It was weird how she felt like she knew him from somewhere, even though she knew they'd never met before.

And would never meet again.

visualspice · July 25, 2015, 08:54:38 PM

"Can we go there?" he asked quietly. There was a certain hesitation in his gaze when he asked, but there was also the evident struggle for him to keep himself even awake. He was exhausted, and while they had their moment in the mud, he desperately wanted to sleep anywhere but out in the rain.

Draconian · July 25, 2015, 09:05:25 PM

Medina's first instinct was to shout no.

Shout no and run away.

"Yes."

Goddamnit.

Instead she nodded and pushed his hair back, giving him a brief kiss on the forehead. Subtly, she used her magics on herself, giving her a little 'pick me up' that kept her sleepies at bay and before long she fixed her wet muddy dress and helped him with his clothing. Medina wasn't prepared for how shaky her legs were and even gave a startled laugh, shooting her stranger an accusing look before she shook out her legs and held his hand to guide him to her home.

As it turned out, they weren't far from civilization at all. It had just been too stormy and angry out to see.

Finally, she guided him to her home. At first she was hesitant. This was a stranger. What if he came back? Part of Medina never wanted to see him again. Still, the hidden key was dug out from a flower pot and she opened the door to her home and returned to its spot. A modest home, not anything noble but well off. "My brother is probably sleeping," She whispered, taking his hand and leading her stranger to the hallway. Medina paused and looked at him, "Do you want the guest room or..." Her heart skipped a beat and she stared at his chin, "Did you want to sleep with me?"

visualspice · July 25, 2015, 09:08:20 PM

If her home and how they got there surprised him, he didn't show it. But at her question, he simply nodded at the last offer.

Draconian · July 25, 2015, 09:14:21 PM

Another small smile and she opened the door to her bedroom.

Medical books, fabric and patterns for dresses and suits were the accents to her bedroom and Medina gave a soft sigh and didn't bother lighting a lantern before she peeled off her dress. It fell to the ground with a loud wet slap and she wandered over to her bed, pulling back the sheets. It wasn't extravagant, a four poster bed that her stranger could easily fit into with her. It was plush, but old and Medina turned down his side of the bed for him before she crawled in... And stared at the ceiling.

Definitely not what she'd planned for the night. What was supposed to be a night of some cleaning in the rain became so much more than that.

visualspice · July 25, 2015, 09:20:31 PM

The man took his time, slipping off muddy clothign which he tossed alongside hers. He was down to nothing but his long pants, but even those were wet and he laid them over the back of a chair to dry. She had already had all of him, and to have him now completely naked, standing beside her bed, would give her an easy view of all of him that was a man.

His body was toned well from years of riding, politics and the war. And the scar, she'd be able to see, appeared to remain mostly to just one side of his body. And in the dim lighting, it was probably enough to hide his age. Or perhaps his wrinkles had smoothed since the moment they had spent together.

But he said nothing, and simply slipped into the bed beside her, before nestling in against her and taking in her sweet smells. They were still foreign to him, but that's what he liked about it. It was something new, a wonderful diversion, and he'd hold onto it for as long as he could.

Draconian · July 25, 2015, 09:28:21 PM

Medina decided he was a solider.

A solider that would be on his way soon because there were important solider things to do. Still, she appreciated the view and she watched him boldly before he climbed into bed with her. Medina found herself snuggling closer and before long she had her cheek pressed to his chest and an arm thrown around his chest. Most of her wanted to make quiet quips. Her thighs ached. Everywhere ached. She was sure she had little scratches along her back to boot.

Medina said nothing though.

The silence drew on and while she traced his scars idly, following the pattern the healing skin made finally her hand stilled and she was asleep, curled against her stranger.

visualspice · July 26, 2015, 06:24:17 PM

The thoughts that plagued the stranger beside her were immeasurable. And after he felt her drift off to sleep, he himself wished he could do the same. He was exhausted, weak...
and for once he just felt at peace.

But the gnawing nightmares that plagued him kept him awake. Kept him afraid. And it was barely an hour after she fell asleep and he moved to stand. It was best he leave. Perhaps they both could wake and take it all as a dream. But as he stood, he found himself simply staring across the woman's form.

Strangers indeed- but strangers who shared something so powerful in just a moment in their lives....
Neither could realize there would be any consequences to come. For how could he? She lay there, so beautiful, peaceful- and part of him knew hehad helped with that. And she was glowing- something he had seen once in his wife so long ago.....

But yes, it seemed now the story would end, and the real dream to begin.

Draconian · July 26, 2015, 06:45:02 PM

As exhausted as she was, Medina's eyes snapped open at the unfamiliarity of someone else moving in her bed. He was leaving. Medina kept her eyes closed for a moment before she moved, her hand circling around his wrist and she held on gently. "Don't go," Her voice was soft and she stared up at him, just a little bit longer of pretending. Just a few more minutes. "Don't go yet."

"The bed'll be cold if you go so soon," She teased slightly, the blankets down around her waist which she used her free hand to lift up, inviting him back into the bed. Medina didn't tug on his wrist though and the grasp could easily be broken if he chose to go anyway. Though she gave her head a tilt, her messy braid flopping over her shoulder and another sleepy fleeting smile, "I'll hum you a lullaby and cradle you against my bosom," she teased, eyes falling shut, "Just... Can we pretend? Only a little bit longer?"

visualspice · July 27, 2015, 06:52:50 PM

He wasn't expecting the touch,t he gentle grasp to his wrist as he froze in place. He also wasn't expecting the request that followed, and for a good long while, he stood there in silence with her hand around his wrist.

"I wish I could pretend," he told her, voice soft in the night. "But we'd wake up, and this moment would become a nightmare."

Draconian · July 27, 2015, 07:15:38 PM

He was right and Medina let go of his wrist and dropped the blankets back down. It made sense and all she could do was shrug. Back to reality and back to hiding everything about herself. She snuggled back into the bed, taking up the middle before pulling one of the pillows and hugging it to her body.

She gave her stranger a sleepy satisfied smile and snuggled into the pillow. "I hope you get home safely." There was a longer pause and she gave a large yawn, "and don't rob me blind on the way out." Before he was even dressed and gone Medina was sleeping peacefully again.

visualspice · July 28, 2015, 05:07:44 PM

Perhaps he'd feel guilty if he had fully known what had happened. But to him, yes...
He'd think of this moment like a dream...
One, single, simple, complicated dream where he was usually only comforted by nightmares.
Though it took him much longer to return to the castle, and his excuse was lame for his condition when he returned, the palace seemed to return to normal once he was inside it's secured gates. And though he had been normally sleeping with his wife these days, he chose, this time, to bathe in his separate quarters before going to rest alone.