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I take his hands and am pulled up to
standing. I already miss him being close to me. I chuckle as he starts drying
me off. I am not used to another doing such for me. I blink at his words and
frown slightly, but I say nothing. Oh, I understand jealousy; Elves are not
immune to it. Taking the towel I dry my hair and watch him dry himself. It is
nice to watch and I get a special view of his hind as he bends over. I step out
of the bath and return his smile. I cannot help but do so. My heart is full of
love and joy, and his smile is so special.
We walk hand-in-hand to the bedroom. He really seems to like holding my hand. It is fine, I like holding his, and the contact is sweet. I giggle as he lifts my legs into the bed. “My foot is no longer broken, JP.” I know there is mischievousness to my smile. He kisses me and I almost pull him into the bed with me. Instead I get to watch him walk around to the other side of the bed and climb in. That was lovely to watch. He cuddles into me and I roll slightly to finish molding our bodies together. I give a contented sigh. This is a good place to be. There is peace now, and safety in his arms. I am hopeful for our future, a Goddess blessed us and our union, I should not sicken then from separation from my twin. Maybe. I study his face, a small smile on my own face. My right hand comes up and starts to lightly trace his features.
I smile back at Ciara's smile. As my finger traces along her side her hand is sending soft tingles through my face. I feel my love for her. Her amber eyes are so odd and so brightly alive. Her forest green hair seems the perfect color for her. It's all just too amazing to be true, but it is happening. My only trouble is having to work tomorrow. It will be tough being separated from Ciara for so long, but bringing her along on my work day could get her into a lot a trouble.
"I never thought I would marry an elf. Can you describe your favorite game to me and your favorite food?" She can probably tell me hundreds of wondrous things yet I have no way to know how to ask them. She obviously could survive in the wild on her own as long as beer drinking idiots don't inspire her to drop rocks on her foot. Of course, now that we are together, I'm feeling very grateful for that spilled beer. I imagine the town tongues are going to be waggling that I left with her and haven't shown back up since, but they really don't have anything to surmise until after tonight. I suppose I could take her to the bar and declare my love to her. Once the town saw we were a happy couple, they would leave us well enough alone. Janice would think me an idiot for falling in with someone after just meeting them for a few nights, but then again, Janice would already know Ciara just has something special about her.
I start giggling. My giggling turns to full laughter, I cannot stop at first. After several long heartbeats, I finally get myself back under control, and snuggle back up to him. “I am sorry. But that comment struck me as extremely funny. Especially considering that your people do not even believe that mine exists.” I become quiet and think on his questions.
“My favorite foods are easy, what the forest can provide. Though I have a fondness for oranges and elderberries, and slither.. mmm, what you would call a snake is good to eat as well. But you have to be careful of the poisonous ones, if they bite themselves in their death throes their meat becomes tainted.” I grow thoughtful again. I think on all the games we have, few I have actually been allowed to participate in unless disguised. No easy feat, even with Glamour to help, especially when any other Elf can see through such if they have an inkling it is being used. “I think my favorite is a dance game-competition we have during celebrations. It requires you to have a dance partner that you trust. My twin and I used to participate together, and few could beat us. There is a lot of acrobatics in it.”
I quiet once more. The dance is probably lost to me now, but it is fine. I have been given something far better. It is not a sacrifice to me. Those things are lost to me anyway living in the world of Man. Impulsively, I lean towards him and kiss him.
I smile at her laughter, even if it is at my expense for stating the obvious. "Oh, I earned it. Think nothing of it. We have them in legends but we are probably off on the reality."
I'm not familiar with elderberries. I'll have to look up where to find them. Rattlesnake meat was available from the Americans. Guys would make bets on eating it sometimes. Oranges were easy of course.
I'm an okay dancer, but Ciara is going to see me as terrible for sure. It sounds like she could star in Circ-du-Sole. Sadly, I think the French require birth certificates as well. I feel bad I'm not up to par. Maybe she can teach me her simple stuff.
I return her kiss. It's wonderful having a relationship. Ciara is adding so much meaning to my life. "They sell rattlesnake meat at the native store. We'll have to pick some up for you. You are probably going to have to teach me some dance though. It sounds like you are extremely talented and I really haven't done talented dancing. You'll have to be patient with me." It's important Ciara receives my support. The less foreign she feels the happier she can be in our relationship.
I make a face. “No, that is not necessary, JP. Snake is better if caught yourself.” I look at him with a confused look. “Your people do not dance? I think it is you who will have to be patient with me. After all, you know your world, I do not…” I trail off and frown thoughtfully. When we were one I learned some of his world. Not enough, but I have a better grasp of some things now. I wondered… No, magicks are too unstable here. I come out of my musings and smile at JP. “I would still like to see your keyhole. And reservoir.” I curl closer to him. “Sometime.” My hand moves to dance along his arm now.
I'm not looking forward to catching snakes. Maybe there are tasty ones near the house and the new diet will get rid of some of them. The track could sure gather a lot of rattlers. "We dance, we just don't do a lot of fancy acrobatics unless it's for money. I've never really learned highly skilled dance. You know the tough part of this world. The tough part is finding love. The rest is easy and you'll ace it no problem. You were picking up on the bar fast despite how you felt about it. The fact you spilled that beer on me got us together. It's a very precious memory for me now. You thought it was bad, but it turns out it was the best thing to happen for us. You will definitely get to see Keyhole. It's my favorite hiking and swimming spot." Her touch gives me goose bumps. My fingers drift to her breasts. It's nice to be able to openly touch each other.
I bring my eyes back up to his. They had drifted down to look at where my fingers explored. “I see. Dancing is not really so difficult. You just let the music tell your body what to do.” I feel my cheeks heat up as he mentions the spilling of drink on him. Though he has a point, it was still embarrassing I had done such to him. I smile at his mention of the keyhole place.
I feel his fingers on my breasts and my eyes partially close. “Mmm.” Abruptly my eyes open and I look at him. I remember what he had done in the bath. “JP?” I am hesitant for just a moment. I am not one to sit back and wait though for answers to come to me. Instead I seek them out. “What you did in the bath, mmm, shower. Why did you do such a thing?” I was not complaining, far from it. It had felt absolutely wonderful. But I am curious.
I smile. It's good to talk about sex. The more you learn about your partner, the better a lover you can be for them. She liked it and it was my chance to explain to her how much her enjoyment meant to me. "I knew you would get a lot of pleasure from it. You were so pleased with my contact on your breasts I knew you would like the touch on your cunt. My tongue can touch you in ways my cock can't and my fingers can stimulate deep inside you in ways my cock can't reach that well. It's also very special to know I've given you oral sex and given you such pleasure. I love and I want you to enjoy your sex as much as you can. If there is anything you want to experiment over, just let me know. It's also very special to know how you taste. The intimacy and closeness of doing something like that for you adds to the pleasure and lets me show you I love you and want to please you in a physical and real way."
Her breast feels nice. The feel of her soft skin and the transition of moving over her nipple before returning to the softness feels good on my fingertips. Her hum shows she is enjoying it as well. It's more shared happy memories for us. I'm thankful we have a day to share with just the two of us.
I smile at JP, he has the oddest ideas. It is nice though in being so different than what I am used to. My eyes close as he continues to fondle my breast. I open my eyes and look at him. “What can I do for you then?” That he wants to please me physically is sweet, but a relationship is two ways. I hope I can make him happy in more than just the physical. I really need to learn his world and his ways to be better prepared as a mate.
Ciara is enjoying me playing with her breasts. It's a good thing because I like to touch her and will probably be in the habit of doing it a lot whether it is sexual or just to be near her. She is so beautiful it is going to be impossible to resist touching her. "I like all kinds of touch. If you want to touch or feel me, do it. You can put your hands, mouth, or body anywhere on me. I enjoy putting my hands all over you and my mouth anywhere on you as well. You can stimulate my cock any way you like. You don't have to just set me off in your cunt. I would be fine with you using your hands, mouth, ass, or breasts as well. It depends on what you like really. Sex isn't very fun if you are having a bad time. To me it is very important we share pleasure. If you find there is something you don't like, just let me know. If you want me to do something, just ask. Hearing you beg for something is really exciting for me because it tells me you really want to do it badly and you will get a lot of pleasure from it. Sometimes just teasing is fun. At times we may take turns just driving each other nuts with arousal and waiting a while before giving full satisfaction. There are a lot of different things to do sexually and we will explore what we like together over time. Sometimes just a simple back rub or body massage is nice. It can depend a lot on mood. Has there been anything you've been curious about? I trust you inherently and I'm willing to try things you might like."
Ciara's desire to do well is very sweet. It's definitely one of the things I love about her. We want to please each other and that gives me a lot of confidence our relationship is going to survive trials.
My eyes widen at his words. I am overwhelmed a bit as he describes so much. I take a long time trying to digest it all. My hand keeps wandering over his arm as I think. I come back from my musings and my hand moves up to his shoulder. Gently but forcefully, I push it back. I move so I am leaning over him. I give him a light kiss, then move down to his chin and travel down his throat. His fur still tickles my lips and a slight giggle comes from me.
I wiggle down and resettle myself. My hands start to play across his chest. I make sure to focus on his nipples as he has mine. I watch him as I explore. I want to see how he reacts and I just like looking at him as well. My hands wander his upper torso for a very long time. They are allowing me to learn and memorize the contours of his body, though my eyes do not leave his face. Over the centuries, I will always remember what he looked like when we first joined. Slowly, my hands move down to his stomach and start exploring there.
Watching Ciara's mind work away is precious and brings a smile to my face. I roll back easily for her when she pushed my shoulder. It will be fun watching Ciara conduct sex for a change. It will certainly tell me more about what she likes.
My lips return her kiss and my eyes drink her exploring ones in. It is sweet to be able to examine her eyes while they are busy on my body, but she quickly disappears to my throat. The tingling from her kisses and the fun of her giggle is more than a fair trade. I hum in pleasure at her touch on my throat. Her light body wiggles down mine and her hands relax my chest and shoulders. My eyes get to follow hers again. She is looking at me instead of my chest. A soft smile plays on my face. Her touch on my nipples make me hum more as they tighten under her fingers. My cock starts a gentle erection that only moves it to my thigh. Her hands move down to my stomach and my cock tightens a bit more. My stomach muscles flex at first from the excitement of the touch but then start to settle under her constant exploration. "Mmm, your touch is wonderful, Ciara. You can definitely touch me anytime you like." My hands move up to the sides of her legs and start caressing them. Her face is just beautiful.
I smile at his reactions, and it grows bigger at his words. My hands move back up his body and start exploring down his arms. I shiver a bit as he caresses my legs, but I do not let up on my own curiosity of learning his form. Eventually I make my way to his hands. After feeling them over I jump my hands back to his stomach. I wiggle down again and resettle. My hands then start exploring his hips and upper legs. For the moment I avoid his growing manhood. I still watch his eyes and face.
I feel her shiver. She likes my touch as well. My arms raise goose bumps at her touch and I give another soft hum. She touches my hands so tenderly. The tingles are nice and keep my goose bumps alive. When she moves back to my stomach my muscles tense again before settling into her contact. Her lap wiggles down and I lose contact with her legs. My arms rest and leave Ciara free to explore me. Our eye contact keeps a smile on my face. Her hands on my hips and upper legs grow my erection more. My cock moves up to my lap off my legs. "Oh, my. You know how to warm my body and soul, Ciara."
I miss the contact of his hands on me, but I am learning, and do not let it trouble me. A small chuckle escapes me at his words and I know I color slightly at them. I am not exactly versed in mating beyond words and explanations. It is a relief that he finds what I am doing pleasing. My hands move down the outer sides of his thighs and start their exploration. Slowly I move them up the sides of hips and then to the sides of his ribcage. I do not lose the eye contact, but it does cause me to lean forward rather far and causing my belly to lie against his lap. His hard shaft is caught between our bodies.
Her blush widens my smile. She raises goose bumps on my thighs. "Your touch is magic, Ciara." She comes back up and my hands can reach her shoulders. I run my fingertips on her shoulders. My stomach tenses and releases once again and a moan escapes my lips as my cock gets caught between our stomachs. "Oh, Ciara, you seduce me so easily." Her warm body causes a pleasurable wave to wash through my body.
I feel the flesh on my shoulders twitch under his fingers. Another shiver runs through me. I feel myself growing warm, but I refuse to give in. I am still memorizing him, and I still have to get him to flip over as well. I bring my hands back down his sides, raise my body up. My hands once more slide across the top of his hips and down his thighs. I wiggle down once more, his feet are between my legs, but to move any further down the bed will topple me off the end. My hands continue to glide over his knees and lower legs now. I take my time. They move on to his feet, and I explore those fully with my fingers. When I finish I smile at him with mischief. “Roll over please.”
"Mmm" Her reaction to my touch is wonderful. She grows goose bumps on my sides as her hands run down them followed by my hips and thighs. It's nice seeing her naked body as she rises up. My toes of my feet trace through her pubic hair. I can feel the warmth of her spread crevice on them. Her massage of my feet causes me to moan again. She has my sensitive spots going off with sexual pleasure. Her smile and request are impossible to resist. I roll over. "Mmm, Ciara. I love this." I relax my body to receive her touch.
I file way his playing with me with his feet. It was interesting and maybe explored later. For now he has rolled over and my hands settle on his feet once more. My fingers skitter across them for a few moments, then move up to the backs of his calves. My gaze now joins my fingers recording the memory of his body. My fingers work their way up the back of his thighs and I do not hesitate to touch his… ass. Interesting word that. I thought it was for a small four footed riding animal, but apparently it was used for the hind of a person as well. My fingers trace lightly and I spend much time fully exploring his rear.
My breathing is relaxed as Ciara works her way from my feet up the backs of my legs. "This is very nice my love." My skin tingles with every touch and my erect is nice and alive trapped between the bed and my stomach. When she reaches my ass, I notice she spends a lot of time on it. I assume it means she likes it. My body simply relaxes into the bed and lets her work her magic on me. I catch myself humming as she explores it. I can't remember any woman exploring my body like this. It shows me we have something special.
I shimmy up his legs and settle on his ass. My fingers now work at exploring his lower back and sides. I smile at his words. “It is good you like it then, because I’m not done yet.” Eventually I move on to his upper back and shoulders. When I’ve finished with those I slowly work down his arms simultaneously until I find his palms and lightly trace intricate designs there. I work my way back up and start to run my fingers along his neck and into his hair. I stretch my body out along his as I do so. My fingers lightly run through his hair and on the parts of his face exposed to me. I kiss the hollow where his shoulder and neck meet, then lay my head down on his shoulders briefly.
Her hands keep me seduced and entranced. She never has to be done. "Oh my Ciara, you will always have an open invitation to touch me. It would be foolish to ever deny you." Somehow her touch on my palms is even more erotic than when she touched my back and ass. She puts such care into it and my body drains itself of strength on purpose to ensure I cannot leave her touch. As her hands come up my neck and scalp, I get to feel her light body on the back of mine. It's hard to say whether the active touch of her fingers or the soft press of her frame are more intoxicating. Her kiss comes and the weight of her head settles on my shoulder. I'm torn on whether to turn to kiss her and risk disturbing her, or simply deny myself the deep desire to touch her in turn and turn into her. My neck rotates my face around and I kiss her. She is simply too difficult to resist. "It seems I owe you for one wonderful massage, my love. Do you have any special requests?" I know she gave the massage freely, but it's important to let her know just how nice she has been to me. Her answer will also tell me what's on her mind.
I start at his words, though his kiss had not disturbed me. “Massage? That was not what I was doing. I am sorry. I am glad you liked it though.” I roll off him and lay on my side next to him. “No. No requests.” I smile at him and just look at his relaxed face. My hand creeps back and lightly runs along his shoulder and arm again. I cannot help myself. It is nice to touch him. I have imprinted almost all of him now. “Roll over please?”
I smile at her apology. "Do not apologize for doing me a huge favor, my love. No sense in apologizing for apologizing if you are thinking that as well." I wink at her. "You bet, beautiful. You could probably con a whole lot of things out of me right now." Her request to roll over is too easy to grant. I roll over to my side and reach out to stroke her cheek and forehead. It's too funny how touching her was so out of reach a day ago and now it was just natural. Her amber eyes are like two beacons calling for me to touch her body. My fingers run down her nose, over her soft lips, and delicate chin and then along her throat. "You are just so amazingly beautiful."
I stare at him at first. I can feel color rising in my face at his words. No one had spoken so kind to me in a long time. I am not certain how to respond to it. My eyes drop as he touches my face. My chin lifts as he travels down my throat. I am not done, yet he has very effectively stopped me for now. I am perfectly still. If he wishes to explore me as I have him, I will not object. My eyes close as his fingers travel.
Ciara seems to have finished her exploration of my body. It appears it is my turn to decide the next move. My left hand moves her back to the mattress by gently pressing her shoulder after making the short trip from her neck. My hands plant on the mattress on either side of her and I get up to straddle her hips with my ass. "I think it is time for you to be touched with my fingers as well. It's going to take a lifetime to know how in the world you decided to make me so lucky as to touch such precious beauty."
My eyes watch her face and I move my fingers up to the top of her forehead at the hairline. She looks more like eighteen than ninety-seven to me. My fingers run over her skin systematically touching every inch of it. Her gift to me is incredible. If we have children, I hope it isn't too soon. We have so much to discover of each other and it would be nice to just have a few years to spend with just each other. Birth control would be silly though. She explained the odds were against us and we would just have to let nature decide rather than miss precious opportunity. Her feel is as amazing as her appearance. Her face, ears, neck, and shoulders all seem so soft to me. Her muscles are alive and well underneath though. She seems the embodiment of soft strength to my fingertips.
He denies me to finish my explorations, but I lay back as he directs. His weight settles on me and I open my eyes. “The Gods gifted us both.” I smile at him and do not look away as his hands move to my forehead. As much as I want to close my eyes and enjoy the feel of his touch, I like looking in his eyes more. His touch is so gentle and makes me shiver. I am going to have to get used to his constant compliments I think. I am not accustom to them. I am too used to people pointing out my flaws, not my good points. My eyes start blinking furiously as I feel tears starting to form. I will not cry over something so silly.
My fingers come back up to her brows and my face reflects my concern. "Are you okay? Did you get something in your eye?" Something appears to be bothering her and her rapid blinking seems a little distressed to me. My face comes down to take a close look at her amber eyes. "Those eyes are too magical to let get damaged. I can get a Q-tip to wick out whatever is bothering them." I can't see anything in her eyes beyond some welling moisture. Maybe it was just dust.
I shake my head slightly and give him a smile. I know it is off, but I do not like seeing him so distressed. “I am well, JP. Nothing in my eyes but stupid tears.” His next words start the waterworks again as I was just managing to control them. This time I cannot stop them from welling over, even as I blink almost as fast as a hummingbird in flight. His last words leave me confused, and I am quick to reassure. “I am well, honestly.” I have no clue what a Q-tip is and want no unknown foreign thing near my eyes.
My look of concern shifts to confusion. "Your tears are not stupid, Ciara. They are either tears of sadness which means I need to help or at least stand by you or they are tears of joy and we to celebrate." She starts crying. My arms embrace her by slipping around her neck and then down to her shoulders. My arms pull her upper body into my chest. "So these are tears of happiness then?" Something tells me there is something complex about her tears. She was trying to fend them off or something. Tears of pure joy are not something to hide from your love. "It's okay to share with me, Ciara. I love you. If I'm not safe enough to share with, I'm not doing something correctly for you."
I snuggle into his embrace. It is nice and safe feeling. And it gives me time to bring my tears back under control. I shift a bit and move my head to settle with my ear on his chest. The sound of his heartbeat is soothing. “I am sorry. I am not used to… compliments. My errors and mistakes are usually what are noticed. It was a stupid reason to cry. I hate crying, useless thing to do. It does nothing but make your nose clog up and your eyes red.” I sigh in disgust at myself. “I have ruined your fun.”
"Your mother is foolish despite being a royal elf. You are a wonderful person and have earned plenty of compliments. It's not a stupid reason to cry. Your feelings are important and it's vitally important to share them between us. You have not ruined anything. You've made my life. Hopefully I can do the same for you. If we don't share in fun, it's not fun at all. It's precious you shared this tender feeling with me. You've made me feel special once more. I'm just going to have to keep complimenting you so you understand you are not the only person who sees how wonderful you are. Tell me three things wonderful about you and I'll resume in our fun. I'll give you a hint, it's an easy assignment because there are way more than three things wonderful about you." Her mother is obviously an unreasonable person to me. It's a good thing we cannot meet. I can tell I would not like her in the least for making Ciara so self-criticizing and she would obviously not like me for seeing how wondrous her daughter really is.
I jerk away from him enough to look at him with wide eyes. I do not leave the circle of his arms, but I am shocked at his words. Never have I ever heard anyone criticize my mother. I am a bit stunned at first. His other words eventually sink in to my flabbergasted mind and I suddenly turn bright red. “I… uh…” I am at a loss at what to say. I had already told him what I was capable of, my skills that are useless in his world. My head ducks back against his chest. I am sure he can feel the heat on my face.
Ciara is definitely missing the point of the exercise. "I can give you hints, but you can't use them for your three. Like I said, you have a ton of wonderful things about you. Here is one. You are amazingly intelligent. You memorized those drinks like it was nothing. Okay, you try now." I have no idea what her true inner conflict is. It just looks like extreme embarrassment at having to compliment herself. My assumption drives me to more anger against her mother. No parent should ever drive their own child to think poorly of themselves. My arms hug Ciara close and my eyes close to hold back how upset I am at her mother.
I start in his arms and once more pull away to look at him, searching his face. “But… I thought… with the way everyone reacted to the way I could name drinks…” I stop confused yet again. Blast and Bother. His world was so confusing. Finally I sigh and just name three things. “I can track a butterfly’s flight, find sustenance in the forest, and make a decent set of clothes.” I have no clue if that is what he wants. I settle back against his chest after saying those things.
I smile. Ciara obviously didn't understand that waitresses were not expected to be mentally strong. "You make wonderful clothes, so I'll count that one despite poor wording." I crane down and give Ciara a tender kiss before sliding back up and resuming my fingers running down her left upper arm. They explore up and down systematically covering her smooth skin. "Anyway, everyone was amazed you picked up on the drinks so quick. Normally someone with that kind of thinking ability is in college studying something, not serving drinks at a bar. If there was anything negative, it was jealousy. Your clothing is probably only decent to you because you are so strikingly beautiful out of them." My fingers trace over her elbow joint and start on her lower arm.
He kisses me and I sigh when he moves away. Drat it, I was not done enjoying it. “Well, I do not know what college is, and from what you described, I am not interested anyway. As I told you then, wealth and males you are not the least interested in are of no use to me.” I shiver some more as his fingers trace my upper arm rather completely. “No, my clothes are decent. I was using the barest of tools to make them. Better tools and I can make better clothes.” I spoke truth. That was one thing I had excelled at besides fighting. I liked my clothes a certain way. If I did not make them, Mother would have a tailor make them to her ideas. He moves to my lower arm and I sigh and cuddle closer to him.
I nod. I'm not super eager to send her off to college. "Ciara, we are going to be just fine. You are completely beautiful the way you are. You don't have to make money to impress me. You are already priceless. We will get you better tools and you can make all your clothes. You can even make my casual clothes. Work has regulations for track clothing though, so I'll still have to buy work clothes." My fingers explore her hand. There seems to be such skin and dexterity in it. She is obviously a survival expert. We could probably run off into the woods together and survive if we had to. It will be good providing things for her though. She was worried about the winter and my job and house are here to make her at ease. It's something I can contribute and I'm very grateful for it.
My fingers moved over to her other hand. There will be nothing left untouched between the two of us after this. It's an exciting feeling. The frustration of my cock even feels right during this time. Foreplay can sometimes be more fun than sex and this is definitely one of those moments.
My fingers twitch as he traces my palm. I nod as he talks about me making clothes. I will need raw materials though. I sigh as he continues tracing my other hand. My other hand starts tracing along his ribs. I nuzzle him, I like this closeness to him. I do not want to be anywhere else on either sides of the Veil. “JP? Do I really have to go to this college?” I am curious if this is a must among his people since he keeps bringing it up.
I shake my head as my hands start up her right arm. "Not at all. College is only required to get high paying employee jobs. You see, we have three levels of nobility in our society now. There is blue collar surf, white collar surf, and landlord. The power is all based on how much money a person has now. Blue collar surfs don't go to college. They work for landlords and receive the lowest pay. White collar surfs go to college and make double to triple what blue collar surfs make depending on the types of things they do. Both of these surfs are called workers or employees in our society. I'm a high end blue collar worker myself who actually went to college. Now landlords can go to college or not go to college. They organize corporate organizations to run the movement of goods and money. They have colleges known as Ivy League colleges that landlord children go to, to take over their parents' business but some just start their own businesses. Anyone can change class by changing their wealth level. It's complicated and messy in some areas as well. The government is kind of a monkey in the middle."
My hands finally arrive at her breasts. It's very special to touch her so intimately.
I frown thoughtfully. To change your social status just by how much money you have? It is no longer determined by birth among Man. How odd. My thoughts turn to how to help him achieve a better social standing. They are quickly interrupted though as he touches my breasts. I lean back until I can lay on the bed, giving him better access to my body.
I'm not worried about social status in the least. Ciara is all the social status that counts really. So long as we can eat and make it through the winter, I'm happy. My fingers trace over her breasts and stomach. She offers herself up so sweetly. It really is a wonderful strike of luck that we are each other’s now. When I get to her hips and groin, I trace over it all but do not descend into her valley. "You are so beautiful and sexy, Ciara." My fingers start to work their way down to her thighs. She is the find of a lifetime.
I smile at his words but stay silent. I watch him exploring my body. My hips move slightly at his touch. I am relieved though that I do not have to go to this college thing of theirs. I already have problems enough hiding my oddities. I relax more with that relief and his touch. My mind wanders slightly as I watch him. It is funny that just a couple days ago I had met him, and how fast lives can change in such a short time. Now here I am in his bed, mated to him, and finally have a sense of belonging.
My hands finish exploring her legs and feet after a little while. "It's your turn to turn over, Ciara." It's hard to say what my favorite part of her body is. She is such a vision of proportion and beauty. I start up her legs on the back side. "This is so special doing a complete touching like this, Ciara. You found a wonderful idea here."
I roll over easily. My arms lay along my sides, relaxed, and I turn my head so I am able to breathe. My eyes close and I savor his touch. I make an odd laugh at his words. “I just wanted to have a complete memory of you now, at the beginning of our joining. Something in the centuries to come that I can revisit.” A soft sigh comes from me on the heels of those words as his hands roam over me and make me shiver. “That you are finding this special makes it special to me as well.”
"Mmm, I need to let you finish then don't I?" Her memory is obviously intense. I don't doubt she will have my contours completely memorized from just this sitting. My fingers move up the backs of her knees and cover the back of her thighs. Her shiver is priceless to me. We both like each other’s touch so much. Her butt is going to be next. I can smell her sex. Her scent is a kind of spell for me. "You smell wonderful, especially your arousal." Something about her nectar seems cleaner and more pure than my memory of other women. When my fingers start running over her ass, I take a sniff again over Ciara's split. "Is that fresh arousal I smell?"
“I will finish in time. You are enjoying this too much. I do not want to interrupt you.” I feel my face flush at his words about my scent. I have no idea how to respond to such bluntness. It is nice and refreshing change, but that does not make it easy for me to answer. I shiver again as his hands find my… ass. That word still makes me want to giggle. Then I feel my whole body flush at his next question. “I…umm… yes.” No point in trying to hide the fact that he makes me feel so awakened sexually, especially since he seems to be able to smell this fact.
Ciara's open acceptance of me is so exhilarating. My fingers move up to her back next. She makes me feel safe and open. It is like I can tell her anything without fear of retribution. She is a fresh forest breeze in my life. My fingers move up to her neck and scalp. Her forest green hair is so amazing to me. I run my fingers over her scalp in line with the flow of her hair to prevent messing it up too much. I complete my exploration of her skin. "It's time for you to finish with me beautiful." I roll over and lay down on my back. My cock is solidly erect in anticipation of her touch.
I give a sigh, only slightly disappointed he is done. I rise up and look at him with a smile. I move in between his legs, pushing them apart. My fingers start on the underside of the sack that hangs below his member. I then slowly explore the whole sack. My eyes never leave his face again as I start in. Soon my fingers come up alongside the base of his rod, and then under it. The underside of his member rests on the backs of my fingers as I explore his groin area, then I move to exploring the shaft with feather soft touches.
Ciara's smile lights my life. There is no denying it as my smile ignites in return. My legs relax as she pushes them apart. Her curiosity of my body is wonderful. Her finger's touch causse my erection to jump at the tingles of the pleasure. When she moves to my sack my nuts react to her touch. I let out a moan of pleasure. "My body enjoys being yours, Ciara." She starts exploring my shaft and the pleasure sends ripples though my muscles. I feel precum well up to the head of my cock. Her touches produce both teasing tingles and pleasurable pressure as it jumps between her fingers. I moan again in pleasure. "My cock needs your touch my Love. Taste it, finger it, or take it inside of you. It is ready to share pleasure." My mind wonders what her choice will be as my body is ready to respond to whatever it is.
My eyes drop briefly to his chest and I feel my face flush slightly at his words. I can feel his member moving around under my fingers. It makes it a bit hard to explore, but it makes me smile. My eyes dart back up to his as he asks me to do things to his rod. I think back to what he’d done to me in the shower. I scoot back enough, and I lower my head down to his shaft. Hesitantly, I bring my tongue in contact with the top of his member. I taste the liquid that is welling up, it tastes rather nice. Feeling bolder, I move my tongue down his shaft and back up, and then twirl my tongue around the top again, getting another taste of his fluid.
I see her blush and wonder what her thoughts are. She is smiling so they must be good thoughts. My smile resumes at the site of her happy beauty. Her amber eyes focus back on mine. My mind drinks in the vision and then she scoots down my body with my eyes following her face. I watch her face move above my over eager shaft. Her tongue comes out and samples my precum. My lungs gasp at the pleasure of her touch combined with the site of her licking my helmet. Her hot wet tongue runs along my shaft causing it to bounce more. When she twirls her tongue around the tip my body sends another bead of precum that she quickly washes away. I gasp from the sensation on my cock head. The electricity of it is amazing. "You look so sexy licking my cock, Ciara. It feels so amazing." I wonder if she'll work out my cum and swallow it. No woman has ever gone that far with me on a blow job.
My face flushes again at his words, but they make me feel good since he likes it. I take his member in my mouth and suck lightly on the tip, while my tongue plays at the very end of it. I am unsure of what I am supposed to be doing, and hope he is not upset with my new move. I tilt my head slightly to better look at him and gauge his reaction.
I gasp at the intense feeling of her sucking on the tip of my head. Luckily it is a gentle suck and I can handle the intense feeling of her tongue. "Add those magic fingers, Ciara." My voice is almost pleading. She has control of me at this point really. The pleasure and intensity of the touch along with the sexy look of her holding my cock in her mouth have me entranced. My fingers dig into the sheets as I see her amber eyes look up at me.
Almost I let go at his gasp, thinking I have done something wrong. His words tell me different though, and I am quick to bring my fingers to his shaft and run them along its surface. I note his hands gripping the bedding and then look back at him. I increase the pressure of my sucking and I wrap on hand around his rod, gently running it up and down his shaft. My other hand moves down to his sack and lightly trace its contours, remembering how he’d liked the feel of my fingers there. If he wants something else, he will have to tell me.
My loins are trapped in the pleasure Ciara is giving them. "Oh, my Ciara. Sooo....great." My mind can't find the word for it. It's not as good as being in her, but it really is quite intense. "Keep doing that," I feel like I'm almost pleading again. A sudden urge overcomes me as I watch her sucking my tip. I want to have more of me inside her mouth. "Take as much of my cock in your mouth that you can." I'm a bit surprised at my voice, it was more instructive and commanding than asking. My mind is too lost in pleasure to figure any of it out though.
I continue sucking on the tip of his rod as he asks, my fingers still play on his sack as well, while my hand moves easily up and down him. I still suddenly at the change in his voice, but do as he asks. I move my head down as far as I can. The back of my throat tries to revolt as the end of his rod hits it, but I swallow a few times and get it back under control. I continue until my lips are pressed up against his groin. I stop, not sure what to do next while his whole member is inside my mouth. I do continue to caress his sack. My other hand, now no longer able to touch his shaft, moves to his hip and caresses it softly.
I moan in pleasure as her mouth starts to descend down my shaft. A gasp leaves me at the feeling of her throat swallowing the tip of my cock. The sight of her lips against my pubic hair is extremely exotic. My hands move to the sides of her head and tangle in her hair while gently pressing the scalp beneath. "Use your tongue on the bottom of my shaft, my love." I lift her head to move the head of my cock out of her throat and give her a chance to take a few breaths. I start bringing her mouth down on my shaft again feeling her throat reengage the end of my rod. Her obedience is amazing to me. It feels obvious she wants to please me and doesn't mind the discomfort of doing so.
I am relieved as he tells me what he wants and takes my head in his hands. I move my tongue around as he’d like. When he lifts my head, I take a quick breath before he moves it back down. Now I understand a little better what he wants, but I store it away in memory for the time being as I continue to follow his orders. Perhaps I will learn more of his preferences this way.
I quickly realize she is giving me control over her mouth against my cock. It's very exciting to me. Never has a woman let me direct how she sucks my cock. I move her head back to give her some more breath. "Move your hand to the base and use your fingers where my cock isn't in your mouth." I wait for her hand to come up to the base of my cock and then I start a gently descent and ascent of her mouth on my cock. Her throat does incredible things to the end of my cock. "Oh, Ciara, this is so intense." My back arches. I'm not going to be able to hold my cum for much longer.
My hand moves as he directs. He continues to move my head in a way that pleases him. There are times where my throat tries to rebel against the intrusion of his member, a few swallows each time brings my throat back under control though. I can feel his sack tighten under the fingers of my other hand. My other hand starts to follow my lips up and down his shaft. I hope he does not mind.
I moan with her work. She doesn't fight at all. Her throat works to swallow down my tip every time. It truly is an amazing first blow job she is giving me. I bring her down again, catching her fingers between her lips and my pubic hair. Her throat sends an intense wave of pleasure for me and my cock starts pulsing in her throat as it starts pumping cum. I let go of her head and grab the sheets. "Oh, Ciara, oh incredible." My back arches at the sensation of my cream running through my shaft.
I nearly choke as his seed explodes from him. Fortunately he lets go of my head and I pull back slightly to easier swallow the fluid entering my mouth. It is different, though not unpleasant. I wait until no more comes forth before raising my head to look at him fully. I study him thoughtfully, he seems so pleased. My head cocks as I continue to watch him, a smile starts forming on my lips. I am happy to have brought him such pleasure and joy. I hope I can continue to do so. This too is now imprinted in my memory. I move finally to lie next to him. “I did well?”
I watch Ciara raise her face from my lap. She drank all of it. She really is amazing. I smile right back at hers when it forms. "You did amazing, Ciara. If I didn't know better I would have thought you had training. Do you think you could help me give you oral that good?" I lean into her and give her a deep kiss. She has more than earned it. I'm ready to give her oral all over again. I start kissing my way down the middle of her body towards her crevice. I can't wait to see how aroused she got giving me a blow job.
I blink, startled at his words. I have not had training in that sort of thing at all. Only training concerning sex I have had is verbal instruction on intercourse. And that still had not prepared me for my enjoyment of him. I have no idea how to answer his question, but am fortunately saved from such by his kiss. As he kisses down my body, it reacts to him instantly. I cannot help it, nor do I want too. I sigh in delight as he continues down my body. I feel myself growing warmer as he moves closer to my sex. My body tingles at the memory of the shower. JP has taught me so much already, and I am so thankful I never settled for any of the suitors my mother had wanted me too. “Oh, JP. I love you.” An odd thing to say right now probably, but my heart swells with love for him and I cannot keep it inside.
I almost laugh at her telling me about her love at that moment. I know she is for real though. This isn't because I'm taking my mouth to enjoy her pussy. I kiss the pubic hair above her valley as my hands spread her thighs open. Her scent and warmth rise up from between her legs. I look up to her face. "I love you, Ciara." My tongue sticks out and I start pulling it down her valley with the tip pressing the bottom. It glides over her hood and starts spreading her labia. The heat of her entrance greets the tip and I swirl it around her entrance starting to get a taste of her nectar. There is an odd kind of earthy tone to it. I dip my tongue into her canal and swirl it around again as my right thumb moves up and slips into her slit to find her hood and give it a gentle rub.
I release a groan as his tongue touches my sex and moves down. My legs open wider to give him better access. I am very flexible and limber; it is not that hard for me to do. My body shivers as his tongue moves to the entrance of my tunnel. His thumb sends shocks through my body and makes me moan out loud. My hips start moving under his attentions without my direction. “JP.” I cannot think beyond his name at the moment. What he is doing to me feels too good, again.
I figure I'm doing well so far. Ciara doesn't give me any instructions. My thumb presses and messages her hood while my tongue comes out of her canal and flutters on her labia. My tongue plunges into her entrance and thrusts before going back into a twirl. I close my lips over her entrance and then suck on her nectar while my tongue keeps swirling around it. My mouth backs off and I run my tongue around her entrance again before fluttering it back over her labia.
I am gasping and my body is jerking under his mouth. I can feel my body getting tense as well. JP seems well versed on how to make my body react to what he is doing. My hands reach down and find his hair, my fingers run through it. My body suddenly arches up. “JP.” A pleading note has entered my voice. I do not know what to say, how to convey what I need suddenly. This is all too new to me.
I hear Ciara call my name. There is a request or question to it. I look up at her. "What is it Ciara? What are you wanting me to do for you? I want to know to make it happen. You deserve it." Her hands in my hair feel good. It is very special. It's like she's pulling my face into her and inviting me in. My eyes look for hers. Whatever she wants sounds important to know.
I whimper when he stops and shake my head at his words. “I do not… I…” I am uncertain what to tell him, I do not have the experience to explain. “Please?” It is all I know to say, my voice and eyes begging him to continue. I need him, in a way I do not fully understand. He is doing things magical to my body, and I do not want him to stop. Words burst forth on the heels of that thought. “Please, JP. Do not stop. It feels good, like in the shower.” My hands lightly tug at his head as I speak. I am shocked at my behavior, but I need him and cannot stop myself.
Ciara's words are a little confusing, but she is enjoying me delving into her sex and I'm enjoying the taste of her pussy. I press my mouth back at her canal and give her petals a pressing wide lick before pressing the tip of my tongue back into her canal. My thumb moves over her hood again. Her bud is coming out from under its cover and my thumb is able to tease it with a gentle brush. My tongue thrusts her canal and swirls inside the entrance with each thrust. My left hand moves down to between her ass cheeks and my fingers move into her crevice to find and tease her anus without penetration. Ciara's eager hands on my head urge me on.
What he does to me is nothing I have ever heard of, even from my more… blunt friends, that Mother thought were so low class. Briefly I wonder what she would think of JP and me right now. All thoughts leave me as JP continues his magic. My body moves under his attentions, and I am moaning and groaning, with the pleasure. I can feel my body start to tighten again. I already know that soon I will know intense pleasure. “Oh, JP. Yes. Please.” My body is moving more without my control.
My left forefinger massages Ciara's anus while my right thumb massages her bud in a rotating pattern. I continue with thrusting my tongue into her canal, swirling it, then withdrawing it to flutter it on her petals. She seems to really enjoy it by her hips pressing against my face. My cheeks feel her soft pubic hair pressing into them as I indulge in her pussy. My forefinger delves a small distance into her anus and I give it a gentle motion with her body motions.
My eyes open wide at the feel of his finger entering my rear. It doesn’t hurt, but it is surprising. I cannot deny the affect it has though as I cry out suddenly. My hands tighten in JP’s hair as my body releases my fluid into his face, and my body shakes uncontrollably. “JP.” There is wonder and awe as I say his name. My eyes close as I finish riding the pleasure he has given me.
I drink in the fluid Ciara's body feeds me. Her nectar has a sweet earthy taste to it that is nice. Whatever her diet is, it's pleasant to her body fluid. Her yelp is precious to me. I notice my finger slightly poking her anus seems to be the thing that sets her pussy to pulsing against my tongue and thumb. She likes the tease and I'll have to use that in the future from time to time. My tongue simply thrusts her while I slurp at her nectar. My thumb gives a firm and gentle press to her bud as it is supplying its own motion. Her hands on my hair tell me it's not quite time to come up. I'll keep going until she draws my head out of her lap.
My hands suddenly let him go and grab the bedding as my body suddenly jerks into a bow. I do not know what is different this time, but it is so powerful. My sex releases more of my essence into his face as he continues to work my womanhood. I am gasping for breath, so overwhelmed am I. It is all I can do not to squirm away from him at this point.
I feel Ciara's hands release my head, but she doesn't pull me away. She seems to tense as my tongue continues to take her. I feel another gush of her nectar and drink it down lapping it into my mouth as I curl it into her canal over and over. My thumb circles her bud again. Her fresh wetness makes it glide over her tender skin. Her nectar drips to my forefinger that is doing a shallow prod of her anus. My finger uses her nectar to give a gentle shallow thrust to her anus. Her valley is wide open to me with her curling up. It feels like an invitation to keep her lost in pleasure.
I am making unintelligible noises as he continues his magic. I no longer have even the slightest control of my body as JP continues to pleasure me. I start to loose my ability to even think and process. Everything disappears into a strange haze of nothing but pleasure.
Ciara's sounds are like an exotic song to me. I go back to fluttering my tongue on her petals and then a swirling thrust with my tongue on her canal. My thumb reverses to a counterclockwise rotation on her bud and I let my finger delve a little deeper into her anus. She is a pleasant wet mess in her crotch at this point. Her skin is easy to glide against with my fingers. I wonder how long she can hold out on my touches. I don't want to be the one to end the session though. She's too far into pleasure to tear it away from her. As long as her legs are spread in welcome, she is going to get my attention with my mouth and fingers.
I cannot take any more, but am unable to make any move or sound to get him to stop. My body is no longer able to move. It collapses bonelessly and barely twitches. My breathing is labored and I cannot get enough air. I hover on unconsciousness. I never realize how wet I am, or that his finger had entered deeper into my ass.
I feel Ciara collapse. She sounds like she is slipping too far so I stop with my forefinger on the surface of her anus. My thumb stops on her bud, but I don't release it yet. I bring my tongue back into my mouth and bring my mouth away from her canal. Her scent is thick in the air. "Are you okay, Ciara? I'm going to let go slowly." I draw my hand away from her ass slowly and then lift my thumb off her bud slowly. She is twitching. I get the feeling I took her a bit too far. I crawl up next to her. "Ciara?"
A strange sound comes from me, something like a whimper and a sigh of relief mixing. My body jerks as he slowly lets me go from his magic. After that, my body continues to twitch and throb from what he has done to me. I cannot answer him. My breath is still not under my control. My brain is still fuzzy as well. I can only stare at the roof of the room as my body slowly settles down. Vaguely I feel him close to me, but I cannot even move to curl up to him. I am still lost.
I have crawled up Ciara's left side. My left arm lays across her breasts and takes them in a comforting embrace. I snuggle my torso up to her side. She keeps twitching and her breathing is still irregular. I'm guess she won't soon forget the encounter. Hopefully it's still a sweet one for her. "I love you, Ciara." She must have blown a mental fuse. My lips move over and kiss her cheek. Her hair smells so magical to me. It's like stepping into the forest with a fresh breeze.
“Mmrmph.” It’s all I am able to dredge up for the moment. My chest still heaves trying to catch my breath. My body does not twitch as much, but it still throbs in pleasure. I can feel him holding me and kissing my cheek. It helps to ground me back in the here and now. “JP.” My voice is a whisper. I still cannot move under my own power though.
"I hope I didn't hurt you. You seemed to be having such a wonderful time I couldn't stop." I feel her breath deepen beneath my arm and her muscles still ripple periodically. When her muscles aren't rippling, she seems very relaxed. I've never brought a woman to such a state. My nerves are a little on edge that I hurt her somehow. Hopefully it was just a lot of intense pleasure. I remember Roy joking about how once you give a woman great oral she'll do all kinds of kinky things with you. If Ciara enjoyed that, I suppose Ciara was going to be ready for craziness I couldn't dream up if Roy was correct. It really doesn't matter. I know I can please Ciara well. Our future should be a good one even with all the tricks and challenges we have to face.
With a lot of effort, I finally curl into him. My breathing, though still a bit off, is better. As I curl up, my arm flops over his side. I cannot move it any further. “I… am not… hurt. Very opposite.” He has blown my mind. I have never dreamed of anything like that. “You are amazing.” I wish I could move in closer to him, but for now I will have to be content with as far as I have managed. I am still not recovered.
I smile big. I'm almost ashamed at the pride I feel in giving Ciara so much pleasure. She is so loose and released. She deserves a good lover and I've exceeded myself on pleasing her. "You make me amazing, Ciara. It's your inner and outer beauty that inspired me." If there were a way to explain it to her I would. It's an odd concept for even me to explain though. She made me desire to please her with her giving strength. I'm pretty sure there is not another woman that could inspire me the way she has. I snuggle into her more and let my right hand drift through her forest green hair. I feel her ears beneath. Her mother may have been a fool to expel her but I'm grateful anyway. Her mother sent me an amazing woman that I would never have found otherwise. She is going to bring out the best in me, I know it.
A sigh of pure contentment escapes me. I cannot believe that I make him amazing. I believe he was amazing before he ever met me. But I am in no shape to argue the matter. He snuggles closer to me and I am happy. His hand through my hair in another pleasant feeling, and his hand on my ear makes me shiver involuntarily. As his hand continues in my hair, I find myself drifting off to sleep. I feel so safe and protected with him, in his arms.
My eyes watch Ciara drift away to a sleep. My hand keeps stroking her hair. I wonder what dreams she'll have. Hopefully they are as sweet as she is. She is like holding the world as she moves off to slumber. My new world is right here with me and I've done something very right for her. All those love songs make good sense to me now. The lottery seems a silly empty dream to me. Ciara shows me money is nothing really. No one at the top of the corporate chain or royalty chain can be where we are now. My own eyes close on me. I join Ciara in a dance in the woods. The leaves are falling in bright fall colors but her smile is brighter. It is so bright I don't really notice we are naked. The sun lights up her eyes and they seem to be two suns themselves.
I feel myself pulled into a dream as I sleep. I am in a glade within the forest and JP is there. We are dancing. I smile to see him doing so, especially after he told me he does not really dance. We move easily with each other as if we have danced since we were small. After the novelty of our dancing together dims slightly, I realize the dance we are doing. It is one I was instructed in when I hit maturity. One you dance with a Mate to petition the Gods for a child. My eyes widen slightly, but our dance does not stop.
I have always been taught the Gods love beauty, that we are made like them to make mortal their eternal beauty. We do many things as well to continue trying to please the Gods. Carving, sculpting, song and story, weaving, and even dance to name a few have been perfected by my People to honor and praise the Gods. JP and I continue the dance moving perfectly together.
As I dance with Ciara, I realize I'm dancing in a way I don't know how. Ciara looks particularly graceful and beautiful. Somehow I end up in the right places, not exactly sure how I got there. It's like someone else is controlling my body. It is not unlike the other dream I had with Ciara in it. The dream is a joy to be in, though. It feels meaningful if nothing else. It's impossible to say what it means. My brain doesn't seem to have the right ideas in it to understand. Instead the joy of dancing with Ciara with grace that is not my own fills me with a real content happiness.
We continue our dance to its end. When it is finished we are both lying on the ground, he is on top of me. The dance has been danced in perfection, all that is left is to consummate the dance. With a boldness not normal to myself, I move my hands along his body and move my hips until his member slips inside my sex. In a way it is a continuance of the dance, but moved to the dance of lovers now.
My body seems to know this dance includes sex in it. I feel my cock rising in anticipation as the upright part of the dance concludes with me on top of Ciara. My eyes look into hers. She takes my sides and moves her hips to engulf my manhood in her canal. It feels intensely real to me. If someone woke me, I would be shocked if my body was not directly on top of Ciara with my cock deep inside her. My thrusts start but somehow they are something outside of my own realm of knowing once more. Our bodies move in a way that is sensationally pleasurable. My shaft seems to end up in parts of her interior I didn't even know could grace my manhood. Her silk moves around and against me in erotic patterns I never would have guessed. It is almost as if a thousand year old veteran lover has control over my body. I go with it. My seed is going to go with it too. Somehow I know my seed is supposed to spill deep inside Ciara. The dream is so real, I don't even realize I'm dreaming anymore. If someone interrupted and try to say I was in a dream, I'd tell them they had lost it. My mind is lost in pleasure though. Thankfully, my body knows exactly what to do without me.
We still continue to move perfectly together. The pleasure of the coupling is almost as mind numbing as what he had done to me before sleep. I loose my objectivity to the dream, and it now feels so real as if we are actually in a forest during the Leaves of Bright Colors. My hands move up to his face and I pull him down to kiss him deeply. I can feel my sex grabbing and coaxing his rod as it does wonderful things inside me. My left hand moves up into his hair and runs through it, while my right hand slides down his body once more and grabs a hold on his hip. I want us both to know release at the same time. Something tells me that is how this dance is supposed to end, as I feel myself go, and my fluid making things slicker.
The intense pleasure of our mating washes through me. With my body on autopilot I don't have to worry about the decisions to make such feeling possible. The ecstasy is so great, it doesn't occur to me in the least it would be impossible if I were awake. Ciara is beneath me and that gives me a wave of security and rightness. She is the one I'm supposed to share this with. We share a deep kiss that seems to kiss my very soul. Our bodies feel melded from head to toe with that kiss. My hands move up to her face and hair as she explores mine. I feel her hand move down to my hip and my own right hand moves down to hers in a mirroring move. My loins surge and mix with a feeling of increased wetness and undulating movements of Ciara's canal. My own fluid adds to the heat and wetness. A sound comes up from my throat, but it falls directly into our kiss. I feel the pulse of my cock blend with the tremors of her canal as my loins finish emptying into her. We have climaxed together and it adds to the beauty of the moment.
JP and I have fully completed the ritual. It is a beautiful thing. Finishing the kiss, I look at him and smile. My fingers caress his face lovingly. “You are so wonderful JP. At first I was frightened to be banished, but now I am so grateful I was. I would have never have found you otherwise. I love you.” I continue to look at him as things fade and I fall deeper into sleep.
My smile seems to match Ciara's. I turn my cheek into her caresses and play with her hair on her shoulders. "I love you. You have made me incredibly lucky to discover you. You are all the family I need." My eyes look deeply into hers. The vision fades on me. I think I'm falling asleep on her in the woods. It crosses my mind I can't dream better than what just happened before my body falls into deep sleep.
Time passes, and eventually I rise up from my deep sleep. My eyes slowly open to find myself held by JP close. He looks to still be asleep. I smile and watch him sleep on peacefully. Suddenly the dream comes back to me. My breath catches as I remember. It is during the Season of Bright Leaves, just before it becomes the Season of Falling Leaves. I mark the time. If, by then, JP is still interested in having a child by me, we will have to try then.
My hand comes up and caresses his sleeping face, and I am smiling again. I actually feel so lucky having been banished from Home now. I would have never have found him. I shudder slightly to think if I had not been banished. Would I have finally given in to my Mother and settled for someone of her choosing? I would like to think I would not. I have always felt that there was that right someone for me, I just never imagined he would not be an Elf. My life now feels so complete with him by my side.
I wake up. I see Ciara, but I'm shocked to see it's our bed we are in and not the forest. "What happened?" I ask not really oriented properly yet. I smile and put my hand against hers on my face. I realize the forest was a dream. It's a bit of a letdown, but I don't know how to dance and move like that anyway. "I had this amazing dream. It felt so real." My cock is hard from sleeping. Seeing Ciara next to me isn't letting it go down.
My hand lets go of hers and drifts down to her breasts to give them gentle caresses with my fingertips. "I wish I knew how to move like I did in the dream. You'd love me forever." My lips move forward and give Ciara a kiss. "I'm going to have to talk you into some sex my love. My erection isn't going away."
I raise my brows at his confusion and smile at his words. “I had a beautiful dream as well.” I blink in surprise as I realize we might have shared the same dream. “Did you dream of a dance within the forest during the Season of Bright Leaves?”
I frown at him. “I will love you forever regardless of how you move or do not move.” For some reason those words hurt, as if he thought my love for him was a passing thing. I start to blink furiously as I can feel tears starting to form. I start to move away. I do not like crying, and do not like others to see me do such.
I am amazed she has the same dream as me. She reacts to my poorly chosen joke badly though. "Yes! That's the dream I had. I was just joking about the moves, too. I'm sorry. It was a poorly chosen jest." I scoot into her and hug her. My worry over her feelings sends my arousal down quickly. "It was a very bad thing for me to say in the end. I'm sorry. I love you strongly and I know you love me strongly. It means the world to me how you feel. It was not something to jest with." I try to rock her a bit and ease her mind.
He holds me and rocks me, it does not help much, nor do his words. I cry for several long moments. The pain is harsh. Finally the stupid tears stop, to my relief. I lie there getting myself back under control a few moments more. “JP.” I stop trying to find the right words. I roll over to give myself more time. “I have waited my life for you. Some part of me knew the suitors that were paraded before me were not the right ones. Hanali Celanil blessed our union. I love you, and I will until I die. Please, do not ever doubt that.” My hand found his face as I spoke and I am caressing it. “I do not care if you cannot dance as we did in the dream. I do not care that your food is… different. I do not care that your world is strange and confusing and that I will probably never feel like I belong. As long as you know I will always love you in spite of those things, that is all that will matter to me.” I cannot explain it any better than I have. If he doubts me, I have no idea how else to let him know.
Ciara is crying in my arms. I've hurt her and it hurts me to the core. I could kick myself for being so thoughtless. There is nothing to do but try to comfort her. Finally she comes back from the tears. I have to wait to see what she will say though. Finally her words come out and I find out just how stupid my lack of thought was. I'm surprised we share a dream. It seems we had a linked dream that amazes me to no end. "I don't doubt you and it was stupid to play the idea that your love might falter for me. Your love is a blessing and will be the great treasure of my life. You have been hurt by my words and I feel very badly for that. You deserve to feel my love for you and not feel doubted in the least. It was my own insecurity that led to such bad words. I guess I'm too young. You are more than I could have ever dreamed in my short life. It was impossible to tell you were the answer to my life when I was still discovering it for myself. I love you and I regret I will die too early to love you enough. I want to be a sweet memory for you when I finally die. You will have my heart even if my body will never have a youthful century of experience to bless you. I'm yours and know you are mine. It's all that matters to me as well. I understand." I'm a bit at a loss to explain to Ciara it was a joke in bad taste. At least it resulted in us sharing our feelings for each other. Her crying was a painful price to pay, though.
It pains me to hear him speaking of dying while still so young. I am saddened that he even thinks of it so soon. I lay my fingers over his lips and speak. “JP, do not worry about what is far in the future. Instead enjoy what we have for as long as we can.” My fingers move along his cheek and into his hair to play there for a bit. “We are blessed and should cherish it with joy.” I pause in my words and movements as an obscure writing briefly pops in my head. Something I read long ago, and do not rightly remember right now. I will have to work on it later though. Instead I focus back on JP. “I know you wish to stay here all day, but the day is moving along. Do you think we can get my things?” Maybe I can get some more herbs as we head to where I was living. I have a better grasp of his cooking ways from that first bonding we had. I want to attempt to make him dinner tonight.
It's funny that Ciara's past is greater than what my life will probably be. Her words are wisdom. We have to make my life as productive for her as we can. "Yes, we need to get your things." I give her a kiss and slip out of the bed and get dressed after tossing Ciara her clothes. It's difficult to move away from Ciara's touch, but we are together. "Do you want something to drink for the drive? I'm grabbing a coke myself." I get dressed quickly and use the spare time to watch Ciara get dressed. She is a wonderful sight naked or clothed to me. When she is dressed I stop by the kitchen to grab drinks before walking her out to the truck and letting her in the passenger seat.
I love the kiss, but hate him leaving the bed. I give a squawk as I am suddenly pelted by my clothes. I laugh though as I move out of the bed and dress. “Water?” I do not know what a coke is, and am leery of trying one just yet. I follow him to the kitchen and see the drink he grabs, I eye it but say nothing. We head out to his horseless carriage, something I have learned is called a vehicle, this one being a truck. So many names for one thing, I shake my head as he helps me get inside the thing. I sit stiffly in it as we move. I would much rather walk. “I stayed past the really huge meadow, past the twin metal lines, by the river.” I am not sure how he will get this thing near my encampment. I never heard one out there, a strange and loud something else constantly, but not a vehicle.
I hand Ciara her water that I picked up for her. Her living place is an odd one, but she was camping and not living in a house. "No worries. I have four wheel drive." There is a dirt road for servicing the electrical lines, so I figure we'll get to her camp okay. The truck backs up and we are on our way. I wonder how much stuff we'll have to load up. "So, do we have a lot of stuff to load up?" It's hard to know just how developed a camp elves make. The camp will be interesting to see anyway. Modern camps always have the same tent and fire setup.
I do not understand. His vehicle had four wheels, but then so did most that I have seen. Did that mean all vehicles had four wheel drive that had four wheels, and why did that make a difference? I shake my head and let it go as not very important at the moment. I am uncomfortable as we move along. The vehicle smells funny too and makes my nose wrinkle in disgust. “No, not much. I have some hides still left, some herbs I have collected and other green foods. Mainly I need to take down my traps and snares so no animals are caught and left. There’s some rope I have made as well.” With nothing to hold onto, my hands clasp tightly together as I wait for the journey to be over.
I nod. It sounds like a relatively easy round up. Ciara seems nervous to me in some ways, yet somehow comfortable in others. I almost say something, but decide to let it go. "I love you, Ciara." I turn onto a dirt access road that runs down the power line. I realize there is a railroad line just past it as well. "Are the two metal lines in the air or on the ground?" Power lines usually have three lines anyway. She is probably talking about the railroad track. I almost laugh. She would be camping near one of my access roads. I even have an idea where it would be if the river was nearby.
I look over and smile at JP. I am not sure just how convincing it is, but it is the best I can do considering. “I love you.” I go back to looking out the window until he asks me something. I look at him in bewilderment. “On the ground. Why would metal lines be in the air?” My eyes widen. “Do your people have such magicks?” To put metal up in the air, how amazing, then I frown. What would such be used for? My gaze moves back to looking out the window.
Her answer tells me we are going up the track access road. That makes things easy. I let her know what she is seeing. "The metal lines are a railroad track for trains. Instead of using tires and a road, they use metal wheels and the rails to move down the ground burning diesel fuel to do it. We do have metal wires that get suspended by poles and towers to run electricity from plants the burn coal to make it to the houses. The electricity in my house comes from the energy released and transferred by the wires. The only truly flying metal are airplanes. They use wings and jet engines to push into the air and move people and things over the ground instead of on it. It's not true magic really. All of our stuff gets energy by burning something. No one would believe your healing. You could probably start a religion with that, but I don't recommend it. Unfortunately, humans have a bad habit of using up a good thing and then wondering why things are so rough. You need to keep your healing to your friends and people you know." I turn and head down the railroad access road. "The funny thing is I work on the signals and controls for these train tracks for my job." I've probably dropped a ton on Ciara. It's too bad I wasn't a teacher. "Let me know when we get close to your camp." The access road is a bit bumpy, but it's more fun than anything.
I understand nothing he says really, and just let it go. I accept that some things just are. I do understand about the Healing though. I do not even know if I could use magick on a Child of Man. I suppose living and being with JP I will eventually find out. As we move along the road it gets rough. My hands fly out, my right hand hits the side of the vehicle and my left smacks the seating between JP and I. It takes me a moment to find this is not much different than riding a horse. I quickly find my center of balance and relax. After several long moments I finally sight the river. “We are close. We will still have to walk a little.”
I smile at Ciara when she used her hands to steady herself. I then got concerned though when I realized it was probably her first time on a rough road. She was able to get a hold of the situation soon enough though. When she tells me we are close I stop the truck. "Okay we'll walk it from here and ferry the stuff to the truck." I get out and move around to open the door for her. As I help her out of the door I give her a kiss. "Okay, lead the way." I'm kind of excited about seeing Ciara's camp. From her skill set she should be an expert camper.
I welcome the kiss as JP helps me out of the vehicle. It does much to settle me after the journey. I was not looking forward to the return trip. “I wish to visit and disarm the traps on our way. I hope you do not mind.” I lead him out. We circle around where I had been staying. Out of the eight traps I had set up, three were full. Two held rabbits, the other a quail, all three were dead. I disable all the traps and collect the parts as we got. The dead animals are tied to my side.
I then lead him into my encampment. There’s not much to see really, a small fire pit and stock of wood, and a frame work of wood for the skins. Everything else is stored up in the tree above. I pause and look at JP. “Mmm, I really should take care of these before we head back. It won’t take too terribly long. Do you mind?”
It's interesting to see that Ciara was catching all of her food. "No trouble at all. Let's take care of the traps." She is obviously self-sufficient in many ways. We go around Ciara's trap circuit. She is obviously good at that type of hunting. The supermarket might be a rough experience for her. We'll have to see.
Her camp is surprisingly sparse. "I don't mind at all. If I can help, let me know." I'm not much of a skinner, but I know how to follow instructions. It's neat to see Ciara in her own element. It is a bit like being in a time machine but it's fun because it's her. I watch her work. She is going to have a lot of odd encounters in the modern retail world.
I shake my head and smile. “No, thank you though. I have it.” I move to start a fire. Once I have that going, I work on skinning and gutting the rabbits. It doesn’t take me overly long, and soon I have the meat on spits waiting for the fire to settle. In the mean time I get the skins on the frame work and have them ready.
Then I shimmy up the tree and gather the things up there. It is not much about ten skins ranging from rabbit, mink, and one deer hide left, of which everything else is bundled inside, including my extra rope and herbs. I look below and call to JP. “’Ware above.” Then I drop the bundle. I climb back down the tree and retrieve the bundle.
Moving back to the fire, I open up the deer skin and hunt though until I find my herbs. I add them to the meat and then set the spits over the fire to start cooking. Taking the quail, I remove a few choice feathers. I then take the bird to the river to find the right mud. I quickly make a mud wrap and bring it back to the fire. Digging with a stick I have for such purposes, I make a hole in the coals along the outside of the fire and place the mud covered bird in it, and then cover it back up. Taking the guts from the rabbits I move off downstream several yards and leave them for the scavengers. I then trot back into came and start working on the hides.
I look over at JP as I start to work. “I am sorry. I have this down to routine, and can get through it very quickly.” I scrap the excess fat off the hides and then reaching to one of the power lines nearby. I sit quietly for a moment and work to call the magick to myself. It is an effort, but I get enough to cure the hides properly. A tired sigh escapes me as I take the skins down and add them to the bundle. It is rather sad to see that all I now own is easily carried in a deer skin. And it was not a large deer. I look back at JP. “Would you like to go with me to find more herbs while we wait for the meats to cook?”
I sit down and watch Ciara go to work. She is impressively efficient. Her skilled hands make it all look easy. She is cooking with the meat. It has been a long time since I've had rabbit. It's not particularly bad but somehow the grocery beef has captured my pallet over time. It will still be fun to enjoy something Ciara has made totally from scratch. She is obviously putting the skins to good use. It's all a very efficient and natural operation to watch.
Ciara climbing the tree is very sexy. I blush thinking she would probably go a very good job as a strip dancer. I don't share the idea though. She is independent and might just want to do it to make her own money. I would rather just support her than see her stripping for strange guys. Luckily her lack of a social security number will keep her out of that racket. She makes quick work of gathering her things. Her version of 'fore' is obvious. I call up to her. "They say 'Look out below' or 'Fore' now. Just in case we have mixed company." I almost hate telling these things. It feels like I'm correcting her when I'm just explaining the current situation. "You know there is nothing wrong with using the old words with me. You just want to try to use new words with mixed company to keep bad people from snooping." Hopefully she knows I don't mind her speech.
She spices the meat and I'm certain that will change the flavor. The rabbit I had was straight. Guys aren't always into spice until it’s the burning kind it seemed to me. I just decided to let spice go. Making a mud oven for the bird was pretty neat. That would be something to try in the future myself. "That is a very simple and easy trick to bake a bird, Ciara. I'm going to remember that."
I smile at Ciara as she starts work on the skins. "Don't apologize. I understand and I'm learning a lot just watching." It is odd seeing her cure the skins with magic. "That is just amazing, Ciara. You are nothing short of miraculous." It boggles my mind how she does that. Her invitation to find herbs sounds great to me. It will be fun to learn and nice to spend time with Ciara in her element. "Let's go find herbs. That sounds like a great activity for us." Maybe we can garden around the house in spring, summer, and fall. I decide I'll bring that up later.
I take in his vocabulary advice and smile at him. I am happy to learn how to talk in his world, it will make me stand out less. I rise from my work and walk over to my bundle of things. I dig around and find the smaller ropes I had made for plant gathering. I move over to JP and hug him. “Thank you for correcting how I speak. I need to learn how your people talk so I do not stand out so much.” I cuddle him briefly then move away. “Come, before we become distracted.”
I move out of the encampment and into the woods proper. I move slowly, searching the vegetation. Now and again I pause and kneel down to dig out a few plants I find that are useful. Before doing so, I say a quick thank you to the forest and the plant for providing. I do not think about it and automatically speak it in Elvish as I always have. I then tie the plants together and string them to my side. I then move on. I take JP’s hand in between gathering up plants.
"It's not so much correcting you as it is letting you know how they are doing it now. What you are saying is correct and makes sense. It would just get a double take from people not used to that word order." I hug and cuddle her back. Her touch is nice. I give her hair a kiss. "Nothing wrong about distracted, but let's go get some plants."
I follow Ciara in a lazy walk. I try to note the plants she likes. It's very new to me though. She says something in elvish and it sounds very beautiful. It's almost like a herb prayer or something. I will probably need to know it if I'm going to pick herbs at some point, but for now I just listen to the sounds of it trying to learn those. We get to start holding hands and that is very nice. She has been busy and we haven't really been able to touch enough. We are spending good time together though and that is just as good.
My stomach grumbles a bit thinking of the smell of the food and the spice mixed on it. I'm betting Ciara made some excellent rabbit that will taste a bit better than what the guys cooked up when I was a teenager.
I hear his stomach talking and look at him side long with a light laugh. I do hope though he likes my food better than I like his. I spot something a bit to one side and move to investigate further. I am delighted to find some wild onion and quickly dig enough up for the two of us. Using more of my short rope, I create a pouch out of a section of my shirt and drop them in. Moving on we gather more plants, and I even managed to find some more wild vegetables that can be easily cooked in a fire.
Returning to the encampment, I hang the bundled herbs off the skin wrack and take the vegetables to wash them quickly in the river. Coming back, I move the rabbit to the sides of the fire and place the vegetables under them in the coals. As they finish cooking the juices from the rabbit will drip on the vegetables and add more flavor. I turn to JP. “Food is almost done, just a few more… moments.” I pat the ground near me. “Come, sit while we wait.”
Ciara's industry is something to behold. She definitely puts more into cooking than I do. If her food tastes anything close to what it smells like, I'm going to really like it. She is obviously well practiced and very good at what she does. "You are extremely talented Ciara. I know it's not what humanity does, but your skill is something else." I want her to know I know her skill is high. Ciara doesn't give herself enough credit.
She adds the vegetables to the cooking. I notice she is adding the rabbit fat to the vegetables with the arrangement. Her invitation is a welcome one. I kneel down to sit beside her and put my arm around her shoulders. I give her a tender kiss. "I think you are really going to like the produce section of a supermarket. The meat section will be a bit confusing, but I'll have to take you by some farms to see what each animal is." Ciara has a natural knowledge of food I do not.
I shake my head and grin. “I am sure you have good cooks among your people.” I welcome his arm around my shoulder and briefly snuggle into him. The kiss is even better. I give him a puzzled look about a supermarket, but will wait until he shows me what it is. I am interested on seeing the animals he mentions.
The food finishes up and I move everything to cool down briefly. Once cooled enough to handle, I pull a haunch off and hand it to JP. Using some leaves, I hand him some of the vegetables as well. I take a haunch as well off the rabbit and my share of the vegetables and eat for a few moments. It came out pretty good I think. I pause in my eating and look over at JP. “How do you like it?” I am nervous. If he does not like my cooking, I will have to get used to his.
My arm pulls Ciara to my shoulder. "We have good cooks but I doubt they collect their own stuff and skin their own meat. They have the items handed to them and then they cook it up. They also use a bunch of fancy tools. You are doing it all from scratch."
I go ahead and sample everything. The rabbit is nice. The vegetables are a bit earthy but not bad. "It's good cooking. It has its own theme to it. It's very natural tasting and very close to the earth and camping. I like it and we can make meals like this in the future." I have a feeling our diet is going to change when she sees what is in the super markets. The vegetables have more flavor. She will be able to work wonders with modern produce and meat, I'm sure.
I take my time to enjoy and savor the food. I eat my vegetables first, finishing them off, and then eat my rabbit. "Very impressive meal." I decide to get some more rabbit and make dinner out of what Ciara has cooked. "You don't mind if I have more rabbit do you?" Ciara is going to be the cook of our household. I'll just have to keep doing dishes.
I release a breath I had not realized I had been holding. He liked it that was a relief. Now for me to finish learning how to cook with his ways of making fire. I shake my head at his explanation of good cooks. It is amazing how Man has lost much over the centuries. At least from our legends, which I have been learning are not entirely accurate, but cooking? Surely once upon a time they knew how to cook as I do? I continue with my own meal.
I look at him in mild confusion. “Of course not. There is still a rabbit and a bird left for dinner tonight. May as well finish off this rabbit.” After he gets more, I too grab some more. Though I ate what he gave me, I did not eat much in truth. With the struggle to use Magicks on this side of the Veil, I have worn myself down, and need to rebuild my reserves.
I help Ciara finish off the one rabbit. "Well, make sure you get enough to eat. Food is not a problem in this society. In fact, rabbits and birds are rarely on the menu anymore. Most animals are domesticated that we eat. The bottom line is it means food is never in short supply." Ciara seems particularly beautiful to me in the outdoors like this. The sun lights her up and the smells of the natural cooking along with the flavor of it in my mouth all feel good to me.
After I'm done, I ask her, "So, are we ready to put out the fire and move your things to the house?" It's odd taking her from this environment, but it won't work for the winter. I'm not sure how she'll feel about the supermarket food, but we'll see about that as well. We are in her element here and I would feel funny putting out the fire before she was ready or starting to move her things when she had not instructed me on proper handling.
I give a nod. “Yes, we can clean up and scatter.” I rise and take the scraps and bones of our meal and move to scatter them down river. Probably not really needed since I will not be staying here, but it is habit. I come back with some more leaves large enough to wrap the remaining meat in. I quickly weave some of the rope together and make a net pouch to carry it in. “Here, would you hold this please?” I hand the net to JP with the meat already stored inside.
Next I cover over the campfire with the dirt I had dug out for it and a bit more. It should smother it nicely, and the ash would help fertilize the soil there. I wait a bit to make sure it is out before grabbing the bundle of furs and such and the frame for skins. I look to JP and smile. “We are done here.” I have both the bundle and the frame in one hand and I move closer to JP to take his empty hand for the walk out.
I take the food in hand in Ciara's packaging. "Of course I will, my love." I wonder what she is going to think of plastic. She seems to use leaves for the same type of thing.
She puts out the fire. I try to help a bit by moving some of the dirt with my own shoe. I take her hand and we head back to my truck. "You are officially moving in with me now." I wink at her. It might not mean much in her culture, but I figure it might. It's fairly big in human culture. I smile as we head back to the truck. It's easy to stow her gear near the cab in the back of the truck. It's always a pleasure to open the passenger door for her as we load back up into the truck.
"Better buckle up for the ride out. You know how bumpy the road is." I'm not sure if she knows how to use a belt buckle, but it will be easy enough to show her. It is probably not a good idea to rely on healing magic.
I look over at him and chuckle. “Officially, huh? So last night and this morn was a trial run? Not much time me thinks…” I trail off as I start to laugh. I watch as he stores the stuff in his vehicle. He opens the door for me, which is good, but someday I will have to learn how to do this for myself. I have no idea what he is talking about with his buckle up comment, though I understand the rough travel. I look at him curiously as he climbs in on his side of the machine.
Her reply to my statement is a sharp rebuff, but I fire right back. "You do great on the interview and background check. It doesn't take a lot of time with a great person. Anyway, there was no way to put you out alone for the winter weather. Even if you were not interested in me, I would have given you a room."
I reach over and fasten her seatbelt for her. Poor Ciara is probably one of the only people on earth that would have to pay attention to the airline stewardesses. "Yes, you just fasten these together like so to keep yourself strapped to the chair. It keeps you from getting hurt by a bumpy road and reduces the injury in a crash." My lips give her a kiss. "Besides, you are way too valuable to risk." I turn on the truck and start the ride home. It is still amazing she is with me.
I am sobered by his words. I withdraw into myself and think on things. How different would things be if we had not found the bond that brings us together? I have a hard time conjuring an image of such, or having to hide my heritage. But in some ways I suppose it would be similar to what I was doing for the job at Dewey’s. Though I think it would be harder. We would be more close and confined, under each other’s feet. Something would have broken and given me away. I am just glad he has taken what I am so well.
I am pulled from my thoughts as he puts two things together around me. I am now confined it seems, and it is not overly comfortable. Part of the straps cross over my neck and throat and irritate me, but though I watched him put it together, I have no idea how to take it apart. His kiss distracts me momentarily and I give him a smile as he starts the vehicle and we move along.
I am once more taken with my thoughts. I contemplate all the strange things I have learned and have to adjust too. Listening to the way JP talks tells me that I have far more to learn still. I am a bit daunted and intimidated by this thought. A sigh escapes me as my gaze drifts to look out one of the clear areas.
I explain how to get out of the seat belt to Ciara. "You just press that button on the metal buckle and it releases. Inserting the tab snaps it and the button lets it go." I seriously doubt we will get in a wreck, but I'm certain I will make sure her buckle gets released before I get out of the truck.
"They have hunting laws where they expect you to pay money to trap and hunt wildlife now. It's like a money tax to allow hunting. I don't recommend you bother getting a license, but I do recommend you don't advertise you are trapping regularly. It's kind of crazy really, but everyone is expected to buy their food rather than round up their own." Ciara really hasn't done anything wrong. It's just the law of the land not really caring right from wrong anymore. They just make rules to suit whatever agenda they have riding. I hate to have to warn Ciara about it. It won't feel good to her because it is humanity being wrong. I don't want her feeling bad about trapping animals either. I just know someone who thinks they are more of a naturalist than Ciara would overhear Ciara traps animals and might try to make trouble for her.
"Anyway, we'll figure something out." At least my house is a bit isolated. I'm lucky my neighbors are several hundred yards in either direction of me, but it's not like we have a bunch of trees to hide things. Truth be told, rabbits are a bit of a garden menace so no one really complains about traps to protect gardens. "Maybe we just start a garden and protect it with traps. It's not really considered trapping if you are defending a garden." I bet Ciara would love a garden. It's too bad it's late in the fall. We'll have to wait until the spring to start one.
I look over at JP as he talks. Hunting laws? Pay money? I shake my head. Man has changed so much from what our past says they were. I go back to looking out the clear area. It is good to know how to let the restraint go. But I leave it since he wanted me to wear it. I sigh quietly. His talk of a garden is nice, but with the exception of making dyes, I do not see how flowers are of much use to surviving and eating. And trapping rabbit just because they will eat some things is wrong. Yes, they can be a nuisance, but they are a part of the cycle of life.
I withdraw deeper into myself. This world is so overwhelming. Things were simpler before I hurt my foot. Though I would not trade being with JP, I do wish there was a simpler way to exist now. I have only just begun to learn his world and already I am lost. Like other obstacles in my life, I will have to find a way to overcome what is being thrown my way.
I pull into the driveway and park the truck. "Home again, my love." I get out and walk around to let Ciara out of the passenger door, making sure she can unlock the seat belt. I then grab things out of the back. I give her the frames for the skins but carry the bag and meat net myself. "Let's take these things inside." I give her a kiss and start making my way into the house. I'm not sure if she needs any of the material outside or not. "Do we just put this in the spare room and the meat in the refrigerator?" I don't want to mess her leather up.
It takes me a moment, but I do manage to get the restraint undone. I am rather proud of that fact. While it is nice he does things for me, I am having a hard time accepting it completely. I am so used to doing for myself. I get out of the vehicle and take the things he hands me. I enjoy the brief kiss and follow him inside. “Yes, they’ll be fine in the other room. I do not understand refrigerator exactly, but if it is a cool place to store the meat, that is fine as well.”
Once inside I move to the room I had started to sleep in last night. Upon entering, I move to a clear corner and set my things there. I open the bundles of fur and find the herbs I have already ready, and then go to the eating room. “Where can I put these? They should be kept somewhere dry.” I look down for a moment. I have presumed that I can store things here. I look back up with an apologetic look. “Since the cooking is done here, I thought it best to keep them close.”
I haven't done a good job explaining things but Ciara is picking up fast despite feeling uncomfortable. I put the meat in the refrigerator and move back to the spare room with Ciara to deposit the skins. With her things safely stored I follow her back out to the kitchen. "The refrigerator uses a machine that runs from electricity to keep one compartment frozen and the other compartment almost frozen. I put the meat in the lower one since we will eat it tonight. Frozen storage is for long term meat and frozen vegetable keeping. Meat has to be thawed to cook right, but you probably already know that." Ciara doesn't know where to put her herbs. I open the pantry closet door. "This is dry and free from sunlight. You can hang them on this rack or I can pull some plastic containers. I'm not sure if they need to breath or not. You are right, this is a good place to keep them. You can put them in the refrigerator too. The cool air dries things aggressively though. Again, I'm not sure what needs to breath and what can be in air tight containers either."
I give Ciara another kiss and a smile. She seems uneasy. "You are teaching me just as much, Ciara. One of the joys of loving each other is that we don't have to worry about stepping on each other’s' toes. I'm going to work with you to find the best way to do things. If you come up with a good idea, we will use it. It's our home now, not mine."
I give a sigh and put the herbs on one of the shelves of the closet he opened. I study the thing thoughtfully. With some adjustments I can also hang fresh herbs to dry as well. I do not like the sounds of his refrigerator, but there’s nothing I can do for it. He obviously has no cellar. I turn to JP as he continues to talk. I smile at his words. “Um, actually I have an idea already. If I can make some adjustments in there,” I point my thumb back at the closet. “I can hang fresh plants in there to dry.” I accept the hug and kiss, enjoying both immensely. I wonder what he will want to do now.
I nod to Ciara. "Okay, let's adjust the closet. Why don't you tell me what to arrange and we'll figure this out." This will be a good project to help Ciara feel a little bit at home. It wasn't exactly what I was planning but I do have to go to work tomorrow and Ciara should feel a little comfortable when I'm gone. The closet mostly holds my canned vegetables, spaghetti sauce, cereal, pasta, and other things that don't require refrigeration. "Just keep in mind after seeing what we can get at the supermarket, some things we might not need as much of." I'm sure Ciara's diet is going to change as much as mine is going to change. We both have big shifts to make in that department.
I blink at JP, then start laughing. “Actually, I will need to head back to the forest to get materials for a proper frame.” I realize he has no idea just what it takes to dry herbs. He mentioned the supermarket thing again. I am not looking forward to that trip really, but it will probably be an interesting learning experience. I look up at him. “So, what else did you want to do today?”
I'm curious what is going on in Ciara's mind. "I was thinking about hitting Keyhole dam. There are some forest paths there and it's still not to brutal to swim in though it is cooling off a bit. Anyway, if the water is too cold, we can always just walk the paths." It would be nice to just be lost in nature a bit today. The train tracks were so industrial that the lake was always nice to visit just to get away from things.
I frown a bit. His suggestion means another ride in his vehicle, but I am curious about this keyhole thing. I nod. “That is fine by me.” I am curious to see his idea of cold. I have a feeling I will handle the water better than he will. I have swum and bathed in ice melt after all. Nothing is colder than that. “Shall we then?”
I have no clue she can handle ice melt. It's a sunny day so I know I'll handle the water, it just will be a little rough and I'll have to keep moving to swim in it. "Sure, let me put on my swim suit. Do you have a swim suit?" I think about her supplies and I don't remember seeing something to swim in. I know leather is not the best water material. I intend to go back to my bedroom and put on my swim briefs. There are enough people at keyhole that skinny dipping can be a little risky.
I give him a puzzled look. “What is a swimsuit?” I follow him back to the sleeping chamber and watch as he changes into some strange material, very short pants. I cock my head looking at them. Stepping towards him, I reach out to feel the clothing. It almost feels like silk under my fingertips, but it is thicker, and not quite right. I look at JP and shake my head. “I have nothing like this.”
I realize that the material in my swim briefs is all synthetic. Of course Ciara would not have a swim suit. "Mmm, I think there will be too many people at the lake on the weekend to swim naked. Maybe we should go buy you a swim suit at the sports store. I'm pretty sure Walmart won't have much to offer this time of year." I peel back off my swim briefs and put back on my underwear and pants. It will be interesting to see Ciara meet her first store.
I give a quiet sigh. I do not understand the need to wear something while in water. It is not a custom of my people to do so. I am confused with his reference to a sports store and a Walmart, evidently two different places. I nod at his suggestion, but am apprehensive about the excursion. “Give me a moment, please.” I close my eyes and find the ley line. This is easier than when I tried to heal my foot. Glamour is relatively minor in the magicks department usually, but here it is still a hard thing to accomplish. All I have been able to successfully change is the shape of my ears.
The ley line here is stronger than the one I had found out in the forest, so it was easier to make the adjustment I needed. I found I could even change my eye and hair color, but the maintenance to upkeep it would cost me. Also, there was no guarantee I would find a strong enough line out at the keyhole to keep up the illusion. Since I was already known for unusual colored eyes and hair, there was not really a point in making the change either. It would just make me odder in an already odd existence.
I look to JP finally and smile. “I am ready now.” I will have to follow his lead in this outing. I am out of my depth. I quietly follow him to his truck. My stomach is in knots suddenly as I start to become nervous about our trip.
It is odd seeing Ciara's ears seem to mold into human shape. I decide I don't like her having to put on a disguise. It is necessary, but the reasons are wrong. People should be accepting in the end, but they aren't. At least in winter she'll be able to wear a hat over her ears rather than hide what she really is. "I'm sorry you have to hide from us like that. It's not really fair to you."
I pull on my pants and shirt over my briefs and step into my sandals. Leading her out to the truck, I realize she is apprehensive about the trip. Letting her into the passenger side, I try to reassure her. "It's nothing really. Just doing a bit of shopping. Most women have a genetic predisposition to it. You might be able to get through it in a much better mood than you think." It slips my mind we are shopping for the trickiest item for woman to buy in a store.
The weather looks promising on the way to the store. I roll down my window to enjoy the breeze. My hair dances in the current. The sunlight seems to bring out all of Ciara's beauty. "The light really decorates you. It's very amazing to behold." Her coloring might be odd, but it is a very beautiful odd. It reminds me of how lucky I am to have her. The trip to the store is a short one, especially with light Sunday traffic.
I shrug slightly at JP’s words. “It is what it is. Everyone must do what they have too to blend and survive.” I follow him to his vehicle and settle in. I make sure to put the strap on that JP showed me how to use last we were in the contraption. Though I start out tense as the vehicle starts to move, I soon realize it really is not much different from riding a horse. By relaxing and allowing your body to adjust and move with the motions on its own, the ride becomes much smoother, more comfortable as well. I mull over JP’s words as we move along.
I had never really been one for going to Market and shopping for things. It was usually a boring and annoying ordeal. Sellers yelling their wares, and how much better their things are compared to their rival Sellers. I only went to obtain things I could not make myself, and made the trip as quick as possible to get it over and done with. Pulled from my thoughts by JP’s new words, I smile shyly at him. “Thank you.” I look out the clear part of the door and watch the scenery go by swiftly. “I have always preferred being out of doors then cooped up inside.” Before I am ready, we arrive at our destination. My nervousness returns threefold.
Ciara looks so apprehensive to me as I let her out of the pickup. It occurred to me if I had been rich I could have a less public place to have to go. Then again, if I had been rich, Ciara would have bumped into someone else. I shoot her a smile to try to calm her. "Don't worry, we'll be in and out in no time." The anonymity of a department store gives me a sense of security. The pressure of being in public with Ciara now fully aware of who she is still resides in my mind though. She is a huge presence that most people could not be trusted to know about. So many people would try to make money off her. I'm certain her freedom would be lost if people found out what we already know.
As we walk up to the store it occurs to me there won't be as wide of a selection. Swimwear is now considered a clearance item. We might have to go to a sports store, but I figure it will at least save us having to go deep into the store with the clearance racks up front. The doors slide open for us as we enter the slower stream of entering shoppers. I'm grateful for the Sunday lull as I offer a smile and friendly reply hello to the greeter. I've found being nice to them gets me in and out of the store quickly. In the back of my mind I'm also aggravated with the fact that being white has something to do with that as well.
My suspicions are correct and the women's swimwear is on a few racks right near the main entrance. Ciara might have trouble differentiating considering the culture gap. The synthetic material is certainly going to be a change. With a little luck she won't have an adverse reaction to it. "It's kind of funny but swimwear is about the same amount of cloth as underwear, yet underwear is considered socially unacceptable." It's becoming clear to me that defending social convention is going to become a problem. There are so many things that are simply odd to what we allow. Underwear is considered naughty in public, but add a drawstring to it and call it a swimsuit and then it's okay again. Of course with Ciara coming from an entirely different viewpoint, it was all going to seem silly. Her normal was going to translate to an extreme position in public. "Just pick something out you might like and I'll show you were the fitting rooms are. Don't worry about cost. Swimsuits are pretty cheap this time of year." Oddly enough we had lucked into the best time to buy swimwear. In another month it would not even be out in the department stores.
I smile at JP as I climb out of the contraption. His words are kind, but do nothing for my nervousness. I eye the clear door, at least I think that is what they are, that open at our approach without a touch. I look at JP as I ask, “What form of magic are these controlled by?” I stare in wonder as we walk through the space left behind them. I am pulled from my curiosity by JP’s voice telling someone hello. I turn to see who he is speaking to, and see a woman standing close by. She has a nice smile, though she seems kind of bored.
JP moves us along and we come to a stop in front of something I’ve never seen before. I am unsure of how to describe it. My mind does not seem to understand what it is looking at. My head tilts slightly as I study it. I start slightly as JP brings me from my contemplation. As his words sink in, I frown slightly and look up at him. “What is under wear?” My confusion is added to, but I try my best to hide it. I must get past the oddities of the Human world if I am to live here.
A stray thought gives me pause. Perhaps I could write about how the Human world truly is. Too bad there is no way I could give it to the Scholars back home. Not that anyone would believe anything I wrote anyway. I sigh and turn back to, well, the thing before me. It is an explosion of colors, and none of it makes sense to me.
The amazement she has at the doors is startling. She can heal using a force unknown to humanity, but a simple optic sensor and electric motors seem magical to her. I try to hide my confusion with a smile and have to return the greeting of the customary greeter. I lean in closer to her ear. I don't want to advertise her newness to the one store almost every person knows. "It's optical sensors for the doors. They use electricity to detect movement and open the doors with magnetic motors."
Her expression darkens. I think it is because of what I told of her of the doors, but it’s worse. Elven kind don't wear underwear. I feel a sinking feeling like I dived into a quarry lake without a way to climb out. This is going to be far more difficult than I imagined. The different gadgets they throw my way on the rail are going to look like reciting the alphabet compared to trying to explain the ways of a world hell bent on hiding the truth. She is here though. We have a shot at snatching some kind of happiness from our respective prisons and I'm not going to let the mundane silliness of people stop us.
I lower my voice. The store is anonymous enough, but I don't feel the need to attract unwanted attention with strange subjects. "Underwear is a cotton bottom garment worn under the pants or dress to keep crotch odor and stain off the outer garment. You've seen me put a pair on before I put on my pants. It saves on laundry because underwear is cheaper and easier to clean. Does that make sense?" I'm grateful women don't buy swimwear off season usually. Fashion sense works in our favor on this one to keep the crowds away, but I still keep an eye out for anyone overhearing our conversation and finding it odd. Small towns are quiet unless you get caught in the middle of gossip and we just don't need that.
I decide to try to demonstrate. We are a couple at this point. No one will think twice if I hold a bikini up to her body. I grab a random bottom. It's black and pink striped. She's going to look beautiful in any of them really. That side thought sends a jolt through me as my body remembers the intensity of melding with hers. In many ways it's a shame to have to clothe her for swimming, but flying in the face of cultural norm will only involve the police and a sharp investigation as to why Ciara doesn't have identification. I hold the hanger, dangling the bottom over her lap. "They fit over your lap and butt. Legs through the bottom and waist through the top."
I look at her magical eyes. It occurs to me part of me is inside of her, searching her out to try to make life. I've taken odd risks. Her spirit and beauty do something to me and all I want is to share life with her as much as I can.
I shake my head. “Not really, no.” I shrug though; apparently it is irrelevant for me and not necessary for me to have. I watch as he grabs into the overly colorful object in front of us and pulls a piece out. As he holds it up to me and explains I look down at it. The concept is easy enough to understand. “Like trousers without legs.” I look up and into his eyes. Smiling, I say, “Why don’t you pick me something?”
There, that was a much better idea. I won’t have to attempt to reach and look through the mess in front of us. Besides, I trust him to not make me look any sillier than I do with my eyes and hair.
My smile breaks out keeping my jaw from dropping. Asking me for swimwear advice would be a totally hopeless cause if trying to explain why it is to Ciara wasn't more hopeless. To make matters worse, we are having to hit the clearance rack leaving me with all of the things women didn't pick this summer. Pink isn't Ciara's color. I figure a bikini will be best, but the electrical surge in my body tells me I might not be fully objective on the subject. Blue isn't going to cut it either. "Okay, just veto me if it's wrong." My eyes hunt the rack and go back to Ciara. Her eyes and hair are just surreal and vexing to me. None of the items on the rack are going to work, but neither is skinny dipping.
The rack is disheveled from the bargain hunters hitting it. I hang the item back on the rack without having to bother with its placement. My eyes spot a black bikini with gold dots in criss-cross. It might work with the amber of her eyes. Taking the hangar, I see there is only the top and I have a slight panic attack before I see a few bottoms on the lower rack. My panic renews as I see the dreaded numbers and letter on the top though. I have no ideas on what Ciara's breast size is. I figure go small which is ironic considering most men are not like me. Mercifully the bottoms are the typical sizes. She'll have to try things on to be sure they'll work, but Sunday is mercifully light traffic. Presenting the bottom with my left hand and top with my right, it is time to find out the first verdict. "Do you think these might work?" I've been more sure with hot box detectors than this, but a swim would be great with her.
We walk hand-in-hand to the bedroom. He really seems to like holding my hand. It is fine, I like holding his, and the contact is sweet. I giggle as he lifts my legs into the bed. “My foot is no longer broken, JP.” I know there is mischievousness to my smile. He kisses me and I almost pull him into the bed with me. Instead I get to watch him walk around to the other side of the bed and climb in. That was lovely to watch. He cuddles into me and I roll slightly to finish molding our bodies together. I give a contented sigh. This is a good place to be. There is peace now, and safety in his arms. I am hopeful for our future, a Goddess blessed us and our union, I should not sicken then from separation from my twin. Maybe. I study his face, a small smile on my own face. My right hand comes up and starts to lightly trace his features.
I smile back at Ciara's smile. As my finger traces along her side her hand is sending soft tingles through my face. I feel my love for her. Her amber eyes are so odd and so brightly alive. Her forest green hair seems the perfect color for her. It's all just too amazing to be true, but it is happening. My only trouble is having to work tomorrow. It will be tough being separated from Ciara for so long, but bringing her along on my work day could get her into a lot a trouble.
"I never thought I would marry an elf. Can you describe your favorite game to me and your favorite food?" She can probably tell me hundreds of wondrous things yet I have no way to know how to ask them. She obviously could survive in the wild on her own as long as beer drinking idiots don't inspire her to drop rocks on her foot. Of course, now that we are together, I'm feeling very grateful for that spilled beer. I imagine the town tongues are going to be waggling that I left with her and haven't shown back up since, but they really don't have anything to surmise until after tonight. I suppose I could take her to the bar and declare my love to her. Once the town saw we were a happy couple, they would leave us well enough alone. Janice would think me an idiot for falling in with someone after just meeting them for a few nights, but then again, Janice would already know Ciara just has something special about her.
I start giggling. My giggling turns to full laughter, I cannot stop at first. After several long heartbeats, I finally get myself back under control, and snuggle back up to him. “I am sorry. But that comment struck me as extremely funny. Especially considering that your people do not even believe that mine exists.” I become quiet and think on his questions.
“My favorite foods are easy, what the forest can provide. Though I have a fondness for oranges and elderberries, and slither.. mmm, what you would call a snake is good to eat as well. But you have to be careful of the poisonous ones, if they bite themselves in their death throes their meat becomes tainted.” I grow thoughtful again. I think on all the games we have, few I have actually been allowed to participate in unless disguised. No easy feat, even with Glamour to help, especially when any other Elf can see through such if they have an inkling it is being used. “I think my favorite is a dance game-competition we have during celebrations. It requires you to have a dance partner that you trust. My twin and I used to participate together, and few could beat us. There is a lot of acrobatics in it.”
I quiet once more. The dance is probably lost to me now, but it is fine. I have been given something far better. It is not a sacrifice to me. Those things are lost to me anyway living in the world of Man. Impulsively, I lean towards him and kiss him.
I smile at her laughter, even if it is at my expense for stating the obvious. "Oh, I earned it. Think nothing of it. We have them in legends but we are probably off on the reality."
I'm not familiar with elderberries. I'll have to look up where to find them. Rattlesnake meat was available from the Americans. Guys would make bets on eating it sometimes. Oranges were easy of course.
I'm an okay dancer, but Ciara is going to see me as terrible for sure. It sounds like she could star in Circ-du-Sole. Sadly, I think the French require birth certificates as well. I feel bad I'm not up to par. Maybe she can teach me her simple stuff.
I return her kiss. It's wonderful having a relationship. Ciara is adding so much meaning to my life. "They sell rattlesnake meat at the native store. We'll have to pick some up for you. You are probably going to have to teach me some dance though. It sounds like you are extremely talented and I really haven't done talented dancing. You'll have to be patient with me." It's important Ciara receives my support. The less foreign she feels the happier she can be in our relationship.
I make a face. “No, that is not necessary, JP. Snake is better if caught yourself.” I look at him with a confused look. “Your people do not dance? I think it is you who will have to be patient with me. After all, you know your world, I do not…” I trail off and frown thoughtfully. When we were one I learned some of his world. Not enough, but I have a better grasp of some things now. I wondered… No, magicks are too unstable here. I come out of my musings and smile at JP. “I would still like to see your keyhole. And reservoir.” I curl closer to him. “Sometime.” My hand moves to dance along his arm now.
I'm not looking forward to catching snakes. Maybe there are tasty ones near the house and the new diet will get rid of some of them. The track could sure gather a lot of rattlers. "We dance, we just don't do a lot of fancy acrobatics unless it's for money. I've never really learned highly skilled dance. You know the tough part of this world. The tough part is finding love. The rest is easy and you'll ace it no problem. You were picking up on the bar fast despite how you felt about it. The fact you spilled that beer on me got us together. It's a very precious memory for me now. You thought it was bad, but it turns out it was the best thing to happen for us. You will definitely get to see Keyhole. It's my favorite hiking and swimming spot." Her touch gives me goose bumps. My fingers drift to her breasts. It's nice to be able to openly touch each other.
I bring my eyes back up to his. They had drifted down to look at where my fingers explored. “I see. Dancing is not really so difficult. You just let the music tell your body what to do.” I feel my cheeks heat up as he mentions the spilling of drink on him. Though he has a point, it was still embarrassing I had done such to him. I smile at his mention of the keyhole place.
I feel his fingers on my breasts and my eyes partially close. “Mmm.” Abruptly my eyes open and I look at him. I remember what he had done in the bath. “JP?” I am hesitant for just a moment. I am not one to sit back and wait though for answers to come to me. Instead I seek them out. “What you did in the bath, mmm, shower. Why did you do such a thing?” I was not complaining, far from it. It had felt absolutely wonderful. But I am curious.
I smile. It's good to talk about sex. The more you learn about your partner, the better a lover you can be for them. She liked it and it was my chance to explain to her how much her enjoyment meant to me. "I knew you would get a lot of pleasure from it. You were so pleased with my contact on your breasts I knew you would like the touch on your cunt. My tongue can touch you in ways my cock can't and my fingers can stimulate deep inside you in ways my cock can't reach that well. It's also very special to know I've given you oral sex and given you such pleasure. I love and I want you to enjoy your sex as much as you can. If there is anything you want to experiment over, just let me know. It's also very special to know how you taste. The intimacy and closeness of doing something like that for you adds to the pleasure and lets me show you I love you and want to please you in a physical and real way."
Her breast feels nice. The feel of her soft skin and the transition of moving over her nipple before returning to the softness feels good on my fingertips. Her hum shows she is enjoying it as well. It's more shared happy memories for us. I'm thankful we have a day to share with just the two of us.
I smile at JP, he has the oddest ideas. It is nice though in being so different than what I am used to. My eyes close as he continues to fondle my breast. I open my eyes and look at him. “What can I do for you then?” That he wants to please me physically is sweet, but a relationship is two ways. I hope I can make him happy in more than just the physical. I really need to learn his world and his ways to be better prepared as a mate.
Ciara is enjoying me playing with her breasts. It's a good thing because I like to touch her and will probably be in the habit of doing it a lot whether it is sexual or just to be near her. She is so beautiful it is going to be impossible to resist touching her. "I like all kinds of touch. If you want to touch or feel me, do it. You can put your hands, mouth, or body anywhere on me. I enjoy putting my hands all over you and my mouth anywhere on you as well. You can stimulate my cock any way you like. You don't have to just set me off in your cunt. I would be fine with you using your hands, mouth, ass, or breasts as well. It depends on what you like really. Sex isn't very fun if you are having a bad time. To me it is very important we share pleasure. If you find there is something you don't like, just let me know. If you want me to do something, just ask. Hearing you beg for something is really exciting for me because it tells me you really want to do it badly and you will get a lot of pleasure from it. Sometimes just teasing is fun. At times we may take turns just driving each other nuts with arousal and waiting a while before giving full satisfaction. There are a lot of different things to do sexually and we will explore what we like together over time. Sometimes just a simple back rub or body massage is nice. It can depend a lot on mood. Has there been anything you've been curious about? I trust you inherently and I'm willing to try things you might like."
Ciara's desire to do well is very sweet. It's definitely one of the things I love about her. We want to please each other and that gives me a lot of confidence our relationship is going to survive trials.
My eyes widen at his words. I am overwhelmed a bit as he describes so much. I take a long time trying to digest it all. My hand keeps wandering over his arm as I think. I come back from my musings and my hand moves up to his shoulder. Gently but forcefully, I push it back. I move so I am leaning over him. I give him a light kiss, then move down to his chin and travel down his throat. His fur still tickles my lips and a slight giggle comes from me.
I wiggle down and resettle myself. My hands start to play across his chest. I make sure to focus on his nipples as he has mine. I watch him as I explore. I want to see how he reacts and I just like looking at him as well. My hands wander his upper torso for a very long time. They are allowing me to learn and memorize the contours of his body, though my eyes do not leave his face. Over the centuries, I will always remember what he looked like when we first joined. Slowly, my hands move down to his stomach and start exploring there.
Watching Ciara's mind work away is precious and brings a smile to my face. I roll back easily for her when she pushed my shoulder. It will be fun watching Ciara conduct sex for a change. It will certainly tell me more about what she likes.
My lips return her kiss and my eyes drink her exploring ones in. It is sweet to be able to examine her eyes while they are busy on my body, but she quickly disappears to my throat. The tingling from her kisses and the fun of her giggle is more than a fair trade. I hum in pleasure at her touch on my throat. Her light body wiggles down mine and her hands relax my chest and shoulders. My eyes get to follow hers again. She is looking at me instead of my chest. A soft smile plays on my face. Her touch on my nipples make me hum more as they tighten under her fingers. My cock starts a gentle erection that only moves it to my thigh. Her hands move down to my stomach and my cock tightens a bit more. My stomach muscles flex at first from the excitement of the touch but then start to settle under her constant exploration. "Mmm, your touch is wonderful, Ciara. You can definitely touch me anytime you like." My hands move up to the sides of her legs and start caressing them. Her face is just beautiful.
I smile at his reactions, and it grows bigger at his words. My hands move back up his body and start exploring down his arms. I shiver a bit as he caresses my legs, but I do not let up on my own curiosity of learning his form. Eventually I make my way to his hands. After feeling them over I jump my hands back to his stomach. I wiggle down again and resettle. My hands then start exploring his hips and upper legs. For the moment I avoid his growing manhood. I still watch his eyes and face.
I feel her shiver. She likes my touch as well. My arms raise goose bumps at her touch and I give another soft hum. She touches my hands so tenderly. The tingles are nice and keep my goose bumps alive. When she moves back to my stomach my muscles tense again before settling into her contact. Her lap wiggles down and I lose contact with her legs. My arms rest and leave Ciara free to explore me. Our eye contact keeps a smile on my face. Her hands on my hips and upper legs grow my erection more. My cock moves up to my lap off my legs. "Oh, my. You know how to warm my body and soul, Ciara."
I miss the contact of his hands on me, but I am learning, and do not let it trouble me. A small chuckle escapes me at his words and I know I color slightly at them. I am not exactly versed in mating beyond words and explanations. It is a relief that he finds what I am doing pleasing. My hands move down the outer sides of his thighs and start their exploration. Slowly I move them up the sides of hips and then to the sides of his ribcage. I do not lose the eye contact, but it does cause me to lean forward rather far and causing my belly to lie against his lap. His hard shaft is caught between our bodies.
Her blush widens my smile. She raises goose bumps on my thighs. "Your touch is magic, Ciara." She comes back up and my hands can reach her shoulders. I run my fingertips on her shoulders. My stomach tenses and releases once again and a moan escapes my lips as my cock gets caught between our stomachs. "Oh, Ciara, you seduce me so easily." Her warm body causes a pleasurable wave to wash through my body.
I feel the flesh on my shoulders twitch under his fingers. Another shiver runs through me. I feel myself growing warm, but I refuse to give in. I am still memorizing him, and I still have to get him to flip over as well. I bring my hands back down his sides, raise my body up. My hands once more slide across the top of his hips and down his thighs. I wiggle down once more, his feet are between my legs, but to move any further down the bed will topple me off the end. My hands continue to glide over his knees and lower legs now. I take my time. They move on to his feet, and I explore those fully with my fingers. When I finish I smile at him with mischief. “Roll over please.”
"Mmm" Her reaction to my touch is wonderful. She grows goose bumps on my sides as her hands run down them followed by my hips and thighs. It's nice seeing her naked body as she rises up. My toes of my feet trace through her pubic hair. I can feel the warmth of her spread crevice on them. Her massage of my feet causes me to moan again. She has my sensitive spots going off with sexual pleasure. Her smile and request are impossible to resist. I roll over. "Mmm, Ciara. I love this." I relax my body to receive her touch.
I file way his playing with me with his feet. It was interesting and maybe explored later. For now he has rolled over and my hands settle on his feet once more. My fingers skitter across them for a few moments, then move up to the backs of his calves. My gaze now joins my fingers recording the memory of his body. My fingers work their way up the back of his thighs and I do not hesitate to touch his… ass. Interesting word that. I thought it was for a small four footed riding animal, but apparently it was used for the hind of a person as well. My fingers trace lightly and I spend much time fully exploring his rear.
My breathing is relaxed as Ciara works her way from my feet up the backs of my legs. "This is very nice my love." My skin tingles with every touch and my erect is nice and alive trapped between the bed and my stomach. When she reaches my ass, I notice she spends a lot of time on it. I assume it means she likes it. My body simply relaxes into the bed and lets her work her magic on me. I catch myself humming as she explores it. I can't remember any woman exploring my body like this. It shows me we have something special.
I shimmy up his legs and settle on his ass. My fingers now work at exploring his lower back and sides. I smile at his words. “It is good you like it then, because I’m not done yet.” Eventually I move on to his upper back and shoulders. When I’ve finished with those I slowly work down his arms simultaneously until I find his palms and lightly trace intricate designs there. I work my way back up and start to run my fingers along his neck and into his hair. I stretch my body out along his as I do so. My fingers lightly run through his hair and on the parts of his face exposed to me. I kiss the hollow where his shoulder and neck meet, then lay my head down on his shoulders briefly.
Her hands keep me seduced and entranced. She never has to be done. "Oh my Ciara, you will always have an open invitation to touch me. It would be foolish to ever deny you." Somehow her touch on my palms is even more erotic than when she touched my back and ass. She puts such care into it and my body drains itself of strength on purpose to ensure I cannot leave her touch. As her hands come up my neck and scalp, I get to feel her light body on the back of mine. It's hard to say whether the active touch of her fingers or the soft press of her frame are more intoxicating. Her kiss comes and the weight of her head settles on my shoulder. I'm torn on whether to turn to kiss her and risk disturbing her, or simply deny myself the deep desire to touch her in turn and turn into her. My neck rotates my face around and I kiss her. She is simply too difficult to resist. "It seems I owe you for one wonderful massage, my love. Do you have any special requests?" I know she gave the massage freely, but it's important to let her know just how nice she has been to me. Her answer will also tell me what's on her mind.
I start at his words, though his kiss had not disturbed me. “Massage? That was not what I was doing. I am sorry. I am glad you liked it though.” I roll off him and lay on my side next to him. “No. No requests.” I smile at him and just look at his relaxed face. My hand creeps back and lightly runs along his shoulder and arm again. I cannot help myself. It is nice to touch him. I have imprinted almost all of him now. “Roll over please?”
I smile at her apology. "Do not apologize for doing me a huge favor, my love. No sense in apologizing for apologizing if you are thinking that as well." I wink at her. "You bet, beautiful. You could probably con a whole lot of things out of me right now." Her request to roll over is too easy to grant. I roll over to my side and reach out to stroke her cheek and forehead. It's too funny how touching her was so out of reach a day ago and now it was just natural. Her amber eyes are like two beacons calling for me to touch her body. My fingers run down her nose, over her soft lips, and delicate chin and then along her throat. "You are just so amazingly beautiful."
I stare at him at first. I can feel color rising in my face at his words. No one had spoken so kind to me in a long time. I am not certain how to respond to it. My eyes drop as he touches my face. My chin lifts as he travels down my throat. I am not done, yet he has very effectively stopped me for now. I am perfectly still. If he wishes to explore me as I have him, I will not object. My eyes close as his fingers travel.
Ciara seems to have finished her exploration of my body. It appears it is my turn to decide the next move. My left hand moves her back to the mattress by gently pressing her shoulder after making the short trip from her neck. My hands plant on the mattress on either side of her and I get up to straddle her hips with my ass. "I think it is time for you to be touched with my fingers as well. It's going to take a lifetime to know how in the world you decided to make me so lucky as to touch such precious beauty."
My eyes watch her face and I move my fingers up to the top of her forehead at the hairline. She looks more like eighteen than ninety-seven to me. My fingers run over her skin systematically touching every inch of it. Her gift to me is incredible. If we have children, I hope it isn't too soon. We have so much to discover of each other and it would be nice to just have a few years to spend with just each other. Birth control would be silly though. She explained the odds were against us and we would just have to let nature decide rather than miss precious opportunity. Her feel is as amazing as her appearance. Her face, ears, neck, and shoulders all seem so soft to me. Her muscles are alive and well underneath though. She seems the embodiment of soft strength to my fingertips.
He denies me to finish my explorations, but I lay back as he directs. His weight settles on me and I open my eyes. “The Gods gifted us both.” I smile at him and do not look away as his hands move to my forehead. As much as I want to close my eyes and enjoy the feel of his touch, I like looking in his eyes more. His touch is so gentle and makes me shiver. I am going to have to get used to his constant compliments I think. I am not accustom to them. I am too used to people pointing out my flaws, not my good points. My eyes start blinking furiously as I feel tears starting to form. I will not cry over something so silly.
My fingers come back up to her brows and my face reflects my concern. "Are you okay? Did you get something in your eye?" Something appears to be bothering her and her rapid blinking seems a little distressed to me. My face comes down to take a close look at her amber eyes. "Those eyes are too magical to let get damaged. I can get a Q-tip to wick out whatever is bothering them." I can't see anything in her eyes beyond some welling moisture. Maybe it was just dust.
I shake my head slightly and give him a smile. I know it is off, but I do not like seeing him so distressed. “I am well, JP. Nothing in my eyes but stupid tears.” His next words start the waterworks again as I was just managing to control them. This time I cannot stop them from welling over, even as I blink almost as fast as a hummingbird in flight. His last words leave me confused, and I am quick to reassure. “I am well, honestly.” I have no clue what a Q-tip is and want no unknown foreign thing near my eyes.
My look of concern shifts to confusion. "Your tears are not stupid, Ciara. They are either tears of sadness which means I need to help or at least stand by you or they are tears of joy and we to celebrate." She starts crying. My arms embrace her by slipping around her neck and then down to her shoulders. My arms pull her upper body into my chest. "So these are tears of happiness then?" Something tells me there is something complex about her tears. She was trying to fend them off or something. Tears of pure joy are not something to hide from your love. "It's okay to share with me, Ciara. I love you. If I'm not safe enough to share with, I'm not doing something correctly for you."
I snuggle into his embrace. It is nice and safe feeling. And it gives me time to bring my tears back under control. I shift a bit and move my head to settle with my ear on his chest. The sound of his heartbeat is soothing. “I am sorry. I am not used to… compliments. My errors and mistakes are usually what are noticed. It was a stupid reason to cry. I hate crying, useless thing to do. It does nothing but make your nose clog up and your eyes red.” I sigh in disgust at myself. “I have ruined your fun.”
"Your mother is foolish despite being a royal elf. You are a wonderful person and have earned plenty of compliments. It's not a stupid reason to cry. Your feelings are important and it's vitally important to share them between us. You have not ruined anything. You've made my life. Hopefully I can do the same for you. If we don't share in fun, it's not fun at all. It's precious you shared this tender feeling with me. You've made me feel special once more. I'm just going to have to keep complimenting you so you understand you are not the only person who sees how wonderful you are. Tell me three things wonderful about you and I'll resume in our fun. I'll give you a hint, it's an easy assignment because there are way more than three things wonderful about you." Her mother is obviously an unreasonable person to me. It's a good thing we cannot meet. I can tell I would not like her in the least for making Ciara so self-criticizing and she would obviously not like me for seeing how wondrous her daughter really is.
I jerk away from him enough to look at him with wide eyes. I do not leave the circle of his arms, but I am shocked at his words. Never have I ever heard anyone criticize my mother. I am a bit stunned at first. His other words eventually sink in to my flabbergasted mind and I suddenly turn bright red. “I… uh…” I am at a loss at what to say. I had already told him what I was capable of, my skills that are useless in his world. My head ducks back against his chest. I am sure he can feel the heat on my face.
Ciara is definitely missing the point of the exercise. "I can give you hints, but you can't use them for your three. Like I said, you have a ton of wonderful things about you. Here is one. You are amazingly intelligent. You memorized those drinks like it was nothing. Okay, you try now." I have no idea what her true inner conflict is. It just looks like extreme embarrassment at having to compliment herself. My assumption drives me to more anger against her mother. No parent should ever drive their own child to think poorly of themselves. My arms hug Ciara close and my eyes close to hold back how upset I am at her mother.
I start in his arms and once more pull away to look at him, searching his face. “But… I thought… with the way everyone reacted to the way I could name drinks…” I stop confused yet again. Blast and Bother. His world was so confusing. Finally I sigh and just name three things. “I can track a butterfly’s flight, find sustenance in the forest, and make a decent set of clothes.” I have no clue if that is what he wants. I settle back against his chest after saying those things.
I smile. Ciara obviously didn't understand that waitresses were not expected to be mentally strong. "You make wonderful clothes, so I'll count that one despite poor wording." I crane down and give Ciara a tender kiss before sliding back up and resuming my fingers running down her left upper arm. They explore up and down systematically covering her smooth skin. "Anyway, everyone was amazed you picked up on the drinks so quick. Normally someone with that kind of thinking ability is in college studying something, not serving drinks at a bar. If there was anything negative, it was jealousy. Your clothing is probably only decent to you because you are so strikingly beautiful out of them." My fingers trace over her elbow joint and start on her lower arm.
He kisses me and I sigh when he moves away. Drat it, I was not done enjoying it. “Well, I do not know what college is, and from what you described, I am not interested anyway. As I told you then, wealth and males you are not the least interested in are of no use to me.” I shiver some more as his fingers trace my upper arm rather completely. “No, my clothes are decent. I was using the barest of tools to make them. Better tools and I can make better clothes.” I spoke truth. That was one thing I had excelled at besides fighting. I liked my clothes a certain way. If I did not make them, Mother would have a tailor make them to her ideas. He moves to my lower arm and I sigh and cuddle closer to him.
I nod. I'm not super eager to send her off to college. "Ciara, we are going to be just fine. You are completely beautiful the way you are. You don't have to make money to impress me. You are already priceless. We will get you better tools and you can make all your clothes. You can even make my casual clothes. Work has regulations for track clothing though, so I'll still have to buy work clothes." My fingers explore her hand. There seems to be such skin and dexterity in it. She is obviously a survival expert. We could probably run off into the woods together and survive if we had to. It will be good providing things for her though. She was worried about the winter and my job and house are here to make her at ease. It's something I can contribute and I'm very grateful for it.
My fingers moved over to her other hand. There will be nothing left untouched between the two of us after this. It's an exciting feeling. The frustration of my cock even feels right during this time. Foreplay can sometimes be more fun than sex and this is definitely one of those moments.
My fingers twitch as he traces my palm. I nod as he talks about me making clothes. I will need raw materials though. I sigh as he continues tracing my other hand. My other hand starts tracing along his ribs. I nuzzle him, I like this closeness to him. I do not want to be anywhere else on either sides of the Veil. “JP? Do I really have to go to this college?” I am curious if this is a must among his people since he keeps bringing it up.
I shake my head as my hands start up her right arm. "Not at all. College is only required to get high paying employee jobs. You see, we have three levels of nobility in our society now. There is blue collar surf, white collar surf, and landlord. The power is all based on how much money a person has now. Blue collar surfs don't go to college. They work for landlords and receive the lowest pay. White collar surfs go to college and make double to triple what blue collar surfs make depending on the types of things they do. Both of these surfs are called workers or employees in our society. I'm a high end blue collar worker myself who actually went to college. Now landlords can go to college or not go to college. They organize corporate organizations to run the movement of goods and money. They have colleges known as Ivy League colleges that landlord children go to, to take over their parents' business but some just start their own businesses. Anyone can change class by changing their wealth level. It's complicated and messy in some areas as well. The government is kind of a monkey in the middle."
My hands finally arrive at her breasts. It's very special to touch her so intimately.
I frown thoughtfully. To change your social status just by how much money you have? It is no longer determined by birth among Man. How odd. My thoughts turn to how to help him achieve a better social standing. They are quickly interrupted though as he touches my breasts. I lean back until I can lay on the bed, giving him better access to my body.
I'm not worried about social status in the least. Ciara is all the social status that counts really. So long as we can eat and make it through the winter, I'm happy. My fingers trace over her breasts and stomach. She offers herself up so sweetly. It really is a wonderful strike of luck that we are each other’s now. When I get to her hips and groin, I trace over it all but do not descend into her valley. "You are so beautiful and sexy, Ciara." My fingers start to work their way down to her thighs. She is the find of a lifetime.
I smile at his words but stay silent. I watch him exploring my body. My hips move slightly at his touch. I am relieved though that I do not have to go to this college thing of theirs. I already have problems enough hiding my oddities. I relax more with that relief and his touch. My mind wanders slightly as I watch him. It is funny that just a couple days ago I had met him, and how fast lives can change in such a short time. Now here I am in his bed, mated to him, and finally have a sense of belonging.
My hands finish exploring her legs and feet after a little while. "It's your turn to turn over, Ciara." It's hard to say what my favorite part of her body is. She is such a vision of proportion and beauty. I start up her legs on the back side. "This is so special doing a complete touching like this, Ciara. You found a wonderful idea here."
I roll over easily. My arms lay along my sides, relaxed, and I turn my head so I am able to breathe. My eyes close and I savor his touch. I make an odd laugh at his words. “I just wanted to have a complete memory of you now, at the beginning of our joining. Something in the centuries to come that I can revisit.” A soft sigh comes from me on the heels of those words as his hands roam over me and make me shiver. “That you are finding this special makes it special to me as well.”
"Mmm, I need to let you finish then don't I?" Her memory is obviously intense. I don't doubt she will have my contours completely memorized from just this sitting. My fingers move up the backs of her knees and cover the back of her thighs. Her shiver is priceless to me. We both like each other’s touch so much. Her butt is going to be next. I can smell her sex. Her scent is a kind of spell for me. "You smell wonderful, especially your arousal." Something about her nectar seems cleaner and more pure than my memory of other women. When my fingers start running over her ass, I take a sniff again over Ciara's split. "Is that fresh arousal I smell?"
“I will finish in time. You are enjoying this too much. I do not want to interrupt you.” I feel my face flush at his words about my scent. I have no idea how to respond to such bluntness. It is nice and refreshing change, but that does not make it easy for me to answer. I shiver again as his hands find my… ass. That word still makes me want to giggle. Then I feel my whole body flush at his next question. “I…umm… yes.” No point in trying to hide the fact that he makes me feel so awakened sexually, especially since he seems to be able to smell this fact.
Ciara's open acceptance of me is so exhilarating. My fingers move up to her back next. She makes me feel safe and open. It is like I can tell her anything without fear of retribution. She is a fresh forest breeze in my life. My fingers move up to her neck and scalp. Her forest green hair is so amazing to me. I run my fingers over her scalp in line with the flow of her hair to prevent messing it up too much. I complete my exploration of her skin. "It's time for you to finish with me beautiful." I roll over and lay down on my back. My cock is solidly erect in anticipation of her touch.
I give a sigh, only slightly disappointed he is done. I rise up and look at him with a smile. I move in between his legs, pushing them apart. My fingers start on the underside of the sack that hangs below his member. I then slowly explore the whole sack. My eyes never leave his face again as I start in. Soon my fingers come up alongside the base of his rod, and then under it. The underside of his member rests on the backs of my fingers as I explore his groin area, then I move to exploring the shaft with feather soft touches.
Ciara's smile lights my life. There is no denying it as my smile ignites in return. My legs relax as she pushes them apart. Her curiosity of my body is wonderful. Her finger's touch causse my erection to jump at the tingles of the pleasure. When she moves to my sack my nuts react to her touch. I let out a moan of pleasure. "My body enjoys being yours, Ciara." She starts exploring my shaft and the pleasure sends ripples though my muscles. I feel precum well up to the head of my cock. Her touches produce both teasing tingles and pleasurable pressure as it jumps between her fingers. I moan again in pleasure. "My cock needs your touch my Love. Taste it, finger it, or take it inside of you. It is ready to share pleasure." My mind wonders what her choice will be as my body is ready to respond to whatever it is.
My eyes drop briefly to his chest and I feel my face flush slightly at his words. I can feel his member moving around under my fingers. It makes it a bit hard to explore, but it makes me smile. My eyes dart back up to his as he asks me to do things to his rod. I think back to what he’d done to me in the shower. I scoot back enough, and I lower my head down to his shaft. Hesitantly, I bring my tongue in contact with the top of his member. I taste the liquid that is welling up, it tastes rather nice. Feeling bolder, I move my tongue down his shaft and back up, and then twirl my tongue around the top again, getting another taste of his fluid.
I see her blush and wonder what her thoughts are. She is smiling so they must be good thoughts. My smile resumes at the site of her happy beauty. Her amber eyes focus back on mine. My mind drinks in the vision and then she scoots down my body with my eyes following her face. I watch her face move above my over eager shaft. Her tongue comes out and samples my precum. My lungs gasp at the pleasure of her touch combined with the site of her licking my helmet. Her hot wet tongue runs along my shaft causing it to bounce more. When she twirls her tongue around the tip my body sends another bead of precum that she quickly washes away. I gasp from the sensation on my cock head. The electricity of it is amazing. "You look so sexy licking my cock, Ciara. It feels so amazing." I wonder if she'll work out my cum and swallow it. No woman has ever gone that far with me on a blow job.
My face flushes again at his words, but they make me feel good since he likes it. I take his member in my mouth and suck lightly on the tip, while my tongue plays at the very end of it. I am unsure of what I am supposed to be doing, and hope he is not upset with my new move. I tilt my head slightly to better look at him and gauge his reaction.
I gasp at the intense feeling of her sucking on the tip of my head. Luckily it is a gentle suck and I can handle the intense feeling of her tongue. "Add those magic fingers, Ciara." My voice is almost pleading. She has control of me at this point really. The pleasure and intensity of the touch along with the sexy look of her holding my cock in her mouth have me entranced. My fingers dig into the sheets as I see her amber eyes look up at me.
Almost I let go at his gasp, thinking I have done something wrong. His words tell me different though, and I am quick to bring my fingers to his shaft and run them along its surface. I note his hands gripping the bedding and then look back at him. I increase the pressure of my sucking and I wrap on hand around his rod, gently running it up and down his shaft. My other hand moves down to his sack and lightly trace its contours, remembering how he’d liked the feel of my fingers there. If he wants something else, he will have to tell me.
My loins are trapped in the pleasure Ciara is giving them. "Oh, my Ciara. Sooo....great." My mind can't find the word for it. It's not as good as being in her, but it really is quite intense. "Keep doing that," I feel like I'm almost pleading again. A sudden urge overcomes me as I watch her sucking my tip. I want to have more of me inside her mouth. "Take as much of my cock in your mouth that you can." I'm a bit surprised at my voice, it was more instructive and commanding than asking. My mind is too lost in pleasure to figure any of it out though.
I continue sucking on the tip of his rod as he asks, my fingers still play on his sack as well, while my hand moves easily up and down him. I still suddenly at the change in his voice, but do as he asks. I move my head down as far as I can. The back of my throat tries to revolt as the end of his rod hits it, but I swallow a few times and get it back under control. I continue until my lips are pressed up against his groin. I stop, not sure what to do next while his whole member is inside my mouth. I do continue to caress his sack. My other hand, now no longer able to touch his shaft, moves to his hip and caresses it softly.
I moan in pleasure as her mouth starts to descend down my shaft. A gasp leaves me at the feeling of her throat swallowing the tip of my cock. The sight of her lips against my pubic hair is extremely exotic. My hands move to the sides of her head and tangle in her hair while gently pressing the scalp beneath. "Use your tongue on the bottom of my shaft, my love." I lift her head to move the head of my cock out of her throat and give her a chance to take a few breaths. I start bringing her mouth down on my shaft again feeling her throat reengage the end of my rod. Her obedience is amazing to me. It feels obvious she wants to please me and doesn't mind the discomfort of doing so.
I am relieved as he tells me what he wants and takes my head in his hands. I move my tongue around as he’d like. When he lifts my head, I take a quick breath before he moves it back down. Now I understand a little better what he wants, but I store it away in memory for the time being as I continue to follow his orders. Perhaps I will learn more of his preferences this way.
I quickly realize she is giving me control over her mouth against my cock. It's very exciting to me. Never has a woman let me direct how she sucks my cock. I move her head back to give her some more breath. "Move your hand to the base and use your fingers where my cock isn't in your mouth." I wait for her hand to come up to the base of my cock and then I start a gently descent and ascent of her mouth on my cock. Her throat does incredible things to the end of my cock. "Oh, Ciara, this is so intense." My back arches. I'm not going to be able to hold my cum for much longer.
My hand moves as he directs. He continues to move my head in a way that pleases him. There are times where my throat tries to rebel against the intrusion of his member, a few swallows each time brings my throat back under control though. I can feel his sack tighten under the fingers of my other hand. My other hand starts to follow my lips up and down his shaft. I hope he does not mind.
I moan with her work. She doesn't fight at all. Her throat works to swallow down my tip every time. It truly is an amazing first blow job she is giving me. I bring her down again, catching her fingers between her lips and my pubic hair. Her throat sends an intense wave of pleasure for me and my cock starts pulsing in her throat as it starts pumping cum. I let go of her head and grab the sheets. "Oh, Ciara, oh incredible." My back arches at the sensation of my cream running through my shaft.
I nearly choke as his seed explodes from him. Fortunately he lets go of my head and I pull back slightly to easier swallow the fluid entering my mouth. It is different, though not unpleasant. I wait until no more comes forth before raising my head to look at him fully. I study him thoughtfully, he seems so pleased. My head cocks as I continue to watch him, a smile starts forming on my lips. I am happy to have brought him such pleasure and joy. I hope I can continue to do so. This too is now imprinted in my memory. I move finally to lie next to him. “I did well?”
I watch Ciara raise her face from my lap. She drank all of it. She really is amazing. I smile right back at hers when it forms. "You did amazing, Ciara. If I didn't know better I would have thought you had training. Do you think you could help me give you oral that good?" I lean into her and give her a deep kiss. She has more than earned it. I'm ready to give her oral all over again. I start kissing my way down the middle of her body towards her crevice. I can't wait to see how aroused she got giving me a blow job.
I blink, startled at his words. I have not had training in that sort of thing at all. Only training concerning sex I have had is verbal instruction on intercourse. And that still had not prepared me for my enjoyment of him. I have no idea how to answer his question, but am fortunately saved from such by his kiss. As he kisses down my body, it reacts to him instantly. I cannot help it, nor do I want too. I sigh in delight as he continues down my body. I feel myself growing warmer as he moves closer to my sex. My body tingles at the memory of the shower. JP has taught me so much already, and I am so thankful I never settled for any of the suitors my mother had wanted me too. “Oh, JP. I love you.” An odd thing to say right now probably, but my heart swells with love for him and I cannot keep it inside.
I almost laugh at her telling me about her love at that moment. I know she is for real though. This isn't because I'm taking my mouth to enjoy her pussy. I kiss the pubic hair above her valley as my hands spread her thighs open. Her scent and warmth rise up from between her legs. I look up to her face. "I love you, Ciara." My tongue sticks out and I start pulling it down her valley with the tip pressing the bottom. It glides over her hood and starts spreading her labia. The heat of her entrance greets the tip and I swirl it around her entrance starting to get a taste of her nectar. There is an odd kind of earthy tone to it. I dip my tongue into her canal and swirl it around again as my right thumb moves up and slips into her slit to find her hood and give it a gentle rub.
I release a groan as his tongue touches my sex and moves down. My legs open wider to give him better access. I am very flexible and limber; it is not that hard for me to do. My body shivers as his tongue moves to the entrance of my tunnel. His thumb sends shocks through my body and makes me moan out loud. My hips start moving under his attentions without my direction. “JP.” I cannot think beyond his name at the moment. What he is doing to me feels too good, again.
I figure I'm doing well so far. Ciara doesn't give me any instructions. My thumb presses and messages her hood while my tongue comes out of her canal and flutters on her labia. My tongue plunges into her entrance and thrusts before going back into a twirl. I close my lips over her entrance and then suck on her nectar while my tongue keeps swirling around it. My mouth backs off and I run my tongue around her entrance again before fluttering it back over her labia.
I am gasping and my body is jerking under his mouth. I can feel my body getting tense as well. JP seems well versed on how to make my body react to what he is doing. My hands reach down and find his hair, my fingers run through it. My body suddenly arches up. “JP.” A pleading note has entered my voice. I do not know what to say, how to convey what I need suddenly. This is all too new to me.
I hear Ciara call my name. There is a request or question to it. I look up at her. "What is it Ciara? What are you wanting me to do for you? I want to know to make it happen. You deserve it." Her hands in my hair feel good. It is very special. It's like she's pulling my face into her and inviting me in. My eyes look for hers. Whatever she wants sounds important to know.
I whimper when he stops and shake my head at his words. “I do not… I…” I am uncertain what to tell him, I do not have the experience to explain. “Please?” It is all I know to say, my voice and eyes begging him to continue. I need him, in a way I do not fully understand. He is doing things magical to my body, and I do not want him to stop. Words burst forth on the heels of that thought. “Please, JP. Do not stop. It feels good, like in the shower.” My hands lightly tug at his head as I speak. I am shocked at my behavior, but I need him and cannot stop myself.
Ciara's words are a little confusing, but she is enjoying me delving into her sex and I'm enjoying the taste of her pussy. I press my mouth back at her canal and give her petals a pressing wide lick before pressing the tip of my tongue back into her canal. My thumb moves over her hood again. Her bud is coming out from under its cover and my thumb is able to tease it with a gentle brush. My tongue thrusts her canal and swirls inside the entrance with each thrust. My left hand moves down to between her ass cheeks and my fingers move into her crevice to find and tease her anus without penetration. Ciara's eager hands on my head urge me on.
What he does to me is nothing I have ever heard of, even from my more… blunt friends, that Mother thought were so low class. Briefly I wonder what she would think of JP and me right now. All thoughts leave me as JP continues his magic. My body moves under his attentions, and I am moaning and groaning, with the pleasure. I can feel my body start to tighten again. I already know that soon I will know intense pleasure. “Oh, JP. Yes. Please.” My body is moving more without my control.
My left forefinger massages Ciara's anus while my right thumb massages her bud in a rotating pattern. I continue with thrusting my tongue into her canal, swirling it, then withdrawing it to flutter it on her petals. She seems to really enjoy it by her hips pressing against my face. My cheeks feel her soft pubic hair pressing into them as I indulge in her pussy. My forefinger delves a small distance into her anus and I give it a gentle motion with her body motions.
My eyes open wide at the feel of his finger entering my rear. It doesn’t hurt, but it is surprising. I cannot deny the affect it has though as I cry out suddenly. My hands tighten in JP’s hair as my body releases my fluid into his face, and my body shakes uncontrollably. “JP.” There is wonder and awe as I say his name. My eyes close as I finish riding the pleasure he has given me.
I drink in the fluid Ciara's body feeds me. Her nectar has a sweet earthy taste to it that is nice. Whatever her diet is, it's pleasant to her body fluid. Her yelp is precious to me. I notice my finger slightly poking her anus seems to be the thing that sets her pussy to pulsing against my tongue and thumb. She likes the tease and I'll have to use that in the future from time to time. My tongue simply thrusts her while I slurp at her nectar. My thumb gives a firm and gentle press to her bud as it is supplying its own motion. Her hands on my hair tell me it's not quite time to come up. I'll keep going until she draws my head out of her lap.
My hands suddenly let him go and grab the bedding as my body suddenly jerks into a bow. I do not know what is different this time, but it is so powerful. My sex releases more of my essence into his face as he continues to work my womanhood. I am gasping for breath, so overwhelmed am I. It is all I can do not to squirm away from him at this point.
I feel Ciara's hands release my head, but she doesn't pull me away. She seems to tense as my tongue continues to take her. I feel another gush of her nectar and drink it down lapping it into my mouth as I curl it into her canal over and over. My thumb circles her bud again. Her fresh wetness makes it glide over her tender skin. Her nectar drips to my forefinger that is doing a shallow prod of her anus. My finger uses her nectar to give a gentle shallow thrust to her anus. Her valley is wide open to me with her curling up. It feels like an invitation to keep her lost in pleasure.
I am making unintelligible noises as he continues his magic. I no longer have even the slightest control of my body as JP continues to pleasure me. I start to loose my ability to even think and process. Everything disappears into a strange haze of nothing but pleasure.
Ciara's sounds are like an exotic song to me. I go back to fluttering my tongue on her petals and then a swirling thrust with my tongue on her canal. My thumb reverses to a counterclockwise rotation on her bud and I let my finger delve a little deeper into her anus. She is a pleasant wet mess in her crotch at this point. Her skin is easy to glide against with my fingers. I wonder how long she can hold out on my touches. I don't want to be the one to end the session though. She's too far into pleasure to tear it away from her. As long as her legs are spread in welcome, she is going to get my attention with my mouth and fingers.
I cannot take any more, but am unable to make any move or sound to get him to stop. My body is no longer able to move. It collapses bonelessly and barely twitches. My breathing is labored and I cannot get enough air. I hover on unconsciousness. I never realize how wet I am, or that his finger had entered deeper into my ass.
I feel Ciara collapse. She sounds like she is slipping too far so I stop with my forefinger on the surface of her anus. My thumb stops on her bud, but I don't release it yet. I bring my tongue back into my mouth and bring my mouth away from her canal. Her scent is thick in the air. "Are you okay, Ciara? I'm going to let go slowly." I draw my hand away from her ass slowly and then lift my thumb off her bud slowly. She is twitching. I get the feeling I took her a bit too far. I crawl up next to her. "Ciara?"
A strange sound comes from me, something like a whimper and a sigh of relief mixing. My body jerks as he slowly lets me go from his magic. After that, my body continues to twitch and throb from what he has done to me. I cannot answer him. My breath is still not under my control. My brain is still fuzzy as well. I can only stare at the roof of the room as my body slowly settles down. Vaguely I feel him close to me, but I cannot even move to curl up to him. I am still lost.
I have crawled up Ciara's left side. My left arm lays across her breasts and takes them in a comforting embrace. I snuggle my torso up to her side. She keeps twitching and her breathing is still irregular. I'm guess she won't soon forget the encounter. Hopefully it's still a sweet one for her. "I love you, Ciara." She must have blown a mental fuse. My lips move over and kiss her cheek. Her hair smells so magical to me. It's like stepping into the forest with a fresh breeze.
“Mmrmph.” It’s all I am able to dredge up for the moment. My chest still heaves trying to catch my breath. My body does not twitch as much, but it still throbs in pleasure. I can feel him holding me and kissing my cheek. It helps to ground me back in the here and now. “JP.” My voice is a whisper. I still cannot move under my own power though.
"I hope I didn't hurt you. You seemed to be having such a wonderful time I couldn't stop." I feel her breath deepen beneath my arm and her muscles still ripple periodically. When her muscles aren't rippling, she seems very relaxed. I've never brought a woman to such a state. My nerves are a little on edge that I hurt her somehow. Hopefully it was just a lot of intense pleasure. I remember Roy joking about how once you give a woman great oral she'll do all kinds of kinky things with you. If Ciara enjoyed that, I suppose Ciara was going to be ready for craziness I couldn't dream up if Roy was correct. It really doesn't matter. I know I can please Ciara well. Our future should be a good one even with all the tricks and challenges we have to face.
With a lot of effort, I finally curl into him. My breathing, though still a bit off, is better. As I curl up, my arm flops over his side. I cannot move it any further. “I… am not… hurt. Very opposite.” He has blown my mind. I have never dreamed of anything like that. “You are amazing.” I wish I could move in closer to him, but for now I will have to be content with as far as I have managed. I am still not recovered.
I smile big. I'm almost ashamed at the pride I feel in giving Ciara so much pleasure. She is so loose and released. She deserves a good lover and I've exceeded myself on pleasing her. "You make me amazing, Ciara. It's your inner and outer beauty that inspired me." If there were a way to explain it to her I would. It's an odd concept for even me to explain though. She made me desire to please her with her giving strength. I'm pretty sure there is not another woman that could inspire me the way she has. I snuggle into her more and let my right hand drift through her forest green hair. I feel her ears beneath. Her mother may have been a fool to expel her but I'm grateful anyway. Her mother sent me an amazing woman that I would never have found otherwise. She is going to bring out the best in me, I know it.
A sigh of pure contentment escapes me. I cannot believe that I make him amazing. I believe he was amazing before he ever met me. But I am in no shape to argue the matter. He snuggles closer to me and I am happy. His hand through my hair in another pleasant feeling, and his hand on my ear makes me shiver involuntarily. As his hand continues in my hair, I find myself drifting off to sleep. I feel so safe and protected with him, in his arms.
My eyes watch Ciara drift away to a sleep. My hand keeps stroking her hair. I wonder what dreams she'll have. Hopefully they are as sweet as she is. She is like holding the world as she moves off to slumber. My new world is right here with me and I've done something very right for her. All those love songs make good sense to me now. The lottery seems a silly empty dream to me. Ciara shows me money is nothing really. No one at the top of the corporate chain or royalty chain can be where we are now. My own eyes close on me. I join Ciara in a dance in the woods. The leaves are falling in bright fall colors but her smile is brighter. It is so bright I don't really notice we are naked. The sun lights up her eyes and they seem to be two suns themselves.
I feel myself pulled into a dream as I sleep. I am in a glade within the forest and JP is there. We are dancing. I smile to see him doing so, especially after he told me he does not really dance. We move easily with each other as if we have danced since we were small. After the novelty of our dancing together dims slightly, I realize the dance we are doing. It is one I was instructed in when I hit maturity. One you dance with a Mate to petition the Gods for a child. My eyes widen slightly, but our dance does not stop.
I have always been taught the Gods love beauty, that we are made like them to make mortal their eternal beauty. We do many things as well to continue trying to please the Gods. Carving, sculpting, song and story, weaving, and even dance to name a few have been perfected by my People to honor and praise the Gods. JP and I continue the dance moving perfectly together.
As I dance with Ciara, I realize I'm dancing in a way I don't know how. Ciara looks particularly graceful and beautiful. Somehow I end up in the right places, not exactly sure how I got there. It's like someone else is controlling my body. It is not unlike the other dream I had with Ciara in it. The dream is a joy to be in, though. It feels meaningful if nothing else. It's impossible to say what it means. My brain doesn't seem to have the right ideas in it to understand. Instead the joy of dancing with Ciara with grace that is not my own fills me with a real content happiness.
We continue our dance to its end. When it is finished we are both lying on the ground, he is on top of me. The dance has been danced in perfection, all that is left is to consummate the dance. With a boldness not normal to myself, I move my hands along his body and move my hips until his member slips inside my sex. In a way it is a continuance of the dance, but moved to the dance of lovers now.
My body seems to know this dance includes sex in it. I feel my cock rising in anticipation as the upright part of the dance concludes with me on top of Ciara. My eyes look into hers. She takes my sides and moves her hips to engulf my manhood in her canal. It feels intensely real to me. If someone woke me, I would be shocked if my body was not directly on top of Ciara with my cock deep inside her. My thrusts start but somehow they are something outside of my own realm of knowing once more. Our bodies move in a way that is sensationally pleasurable. My shaft seems to end up in parts of her interior I didn't even know could grace my manhood. Her silk moves around and against me in erotic patterns I never would have guessed. It is almost as if a thousand year old veteran lover has control over my body. I go with it. My seed is going to go with it too. Somehow I know my seed is supposed to spill deep inside Ciara. The dream is so real, I don't even realize I'm dreaming anymore. If someone interrupted and try to say I was in a dream, I'd tell them they had lost it. My mind is lost in pleasure though. Thankfully, my body knows exactly what to do without me.
We still continue to move perfectly together. The pleasure of the coupling is almost as mind numbing as what he had done to me before sleep. I loose my objectivity to the dream, and it now feels so real as if we are actually in a forest during the Leaves of Bright Colors. My hands move up to his face and I pull him down to kiss him deeply. I can feel my sex grabbing and coaxing his rod as it does wonderful things inside me. My left hand moves up into his hair and runs through it, while my right hand slides down his body once more and grabs a hold on his hip. I want us both to know release at the same time. Something tells me that is how this dance is supposed to end, as I feel myself go, and my fluid making things slicker.
The intense pleasure of our mating washes through me. With my body on autopilot I don't have to worry about the decisions to make such feeling possible. The ecstasy is so great, it doesn't occur to me in the least it would be impossible if I were awake. Ciara is beneath me and that gives me a wave of security and rightness. She is the one I'm supposed to share this with. We share a deep kiss that seems to kiss my very soul. Our bodies feel melded from head to toe with that kiss. My hands move up to her face and hair as she explores mine. I feel her hand move down to my hip and my own right hand moves down to hers in a mirroring move. My loins surge and mix with a feeling of increased wetness and undulating movements of Ciara's canal. My own fluid adds to the heat and wetness. A sound comes up from my throat, but it falls directly into our kiss. I feel the pulse of my cock blend with the tremors of her canal as my loins finish emptying into her. We have climaxed together and it adds to the beauty of the moment.
JP and I have fully completed the ritual. It is a beautiful thing. Finishing the kiss, I look at him and smile. My fingers caress his face lovingly. “You are so wonderful JP. At first I was frightened to be banished, but now I am so grateful I was. I would have never have found you otherwise. I love you.” I continue to look at him as things fade and I fall deeper into sleep.
My smile seems to match Ciara's. I turn my cheek into her caresses and play with her hair on her shoulders. "I love you. You have made me incredibly lucky to discover you. You are all the family I need." My eyes look deeply into hers. The vision fades on me. I think I'm falling asleep on her in the woods. It crosses my mind I can't dream better than what just happened before my body falls into deep sleep.
Time passes, and eventually I rise up from my deep sleep. My eyes slowly open to find myself held by JP close. He looks to still be asleep. I smile and watch him sleep on peacefully. Suddenly the dream comes back to me. My breath catches as I remember. It is during the Season of Bright Leaves, just before it becomes the Season of Falling Leaves. I mark the time. If, by then, JP is still interested in having a child by me, we will have to try then.
My hand comes up and caresses his sleeping face, and I am smiling again. I actually feel so lucky having been banished from Home now. I would have never have found him. I shudder slightly to think if I had not been banished. Would I have finally given in to my Mother and settled for someone of her choosing? I would like to think I would not. I have always felt that there was that right someone for me, I just never imagined he would not be an Elf. My life now feels so complete with him by my side.
I wake up. I see Ciara, but I'm shocked to see it's our bed we are in and not the forest. "What happened?" I ask not really oriented properly yet. I smile and put my hand against hers on my face. I realize the forest was a dream. It's a bit of a letdown, but I don't know how to dance and move like that anyway. "I had this amazing dream. It felt so real." My cock is hard from sleeping. Seeing Ciara next to me isn't letting it go down.
My hand lets go of hers and drifts down to her breasts to give them gentle caresses with my fingertips. "I wish I knew how to move like I did in the dream. You'd love me forever." My lips move forward and give Ciara a kiss. "I'm going to have to talk you into some sex my love. My erection isn't going away."
I raise my brows at his confusion and smile at his words. “I had a beautiful dream as well.” I blink in surprise as I realize we might have shared the same dream. “Did you dream of a dance within the forest during the Season of Bright Leaves?”
I frown at him. “I will love you forever regardless of how you move or do not move.” For some reason those words hurt, as if he thought my love for him was a passing thing. I start to blink furiously as I can feel tears starting to form. I start to move away. I do not like crying, and do not like others to see me do such.
I am amazed she has the same dream as me. She reacts to my poorly chosen joke badly though. "Yes! That's the dream I had. I was just joking about the moves, too. I'm sorry. It was a poorly chosen jest." I scoot into her and hug her. My worry over her feelings sends my arousal down quickly. "It was a very bad thing for me to say in the end. I'm sorry. I love you strongly and I know you love me strongly. It means the world to me how you feel. It was not something to jest with." I try to rock her a bit and ease her mind.
He holds me and rocks me, it does not help much, nor do his words. I cry for several long moments. The pain is harsh. Finally the stupid tears stop, to my relief. I lie there getting myself back under control a few moments more. “JP.” I stop trying to find the right words. I roll over to give myself more time. “I have waited my life for you. Some part of me knew the suitors that were paraded before me were not the right ones. Hanali Celanil blessed our union. I love you, and I will until I die. Please, do not ever doubt that.” My hand found his face as I spoke and I am caressing it. “I do not care if you cannot dance as we did in the dream. I do not care that your food is… different. I do not care that your world is strange and confusing and that I will probably never feel like I belong. As long as you know I will always love you in spite of those things, that is all that will matter to me.” I cannot explain it any better than I have. If he doubts me, I have no idea how else to let him know.
Ciara is crying in my arms. I've hurt her and it hurts me to the core. I could kick myself for being so thoughtless. There is nothing to do but try to comfort her. Finally she comes back from the tears. I have to wait to see what she will say though. Finally her words come out and I find out just how stupid my lack of thought was. I'm surprised we share a dream. It seems we had a linked dream that amazes me to no end. "I don't doubt you and it was stupid to play the idea that your love might falter for me. Your love is a blessing and will be the great treasure of my life. You have been hurt by my words and I feel very badly for that. You deserve to feel my love for you and not feel doubted in the least. It was my own insecurity that led to such bad words. I guess I'm too young. You are more than I could have ever dreamed in my short life. It was impossible to tell you were the answer to my life when I was still discovering it for myself. I love you and I regret I will die too early to love you enough. I want to be a sweet memory for you when I finally die. You will have my heart even if my body will never have a youthful century of experience to bless you. I'm yours and know you are mine. It's all that matters to me as well. I understand." I'm a bit at a loss to explain to Ciara it was a joke in bad taste. At least it resulted in us sharing our feelings for each other. Her crying was a painful price to pay, though.
It pains me to hear him speaking of dying while still so young. I am saddened that he even thinks of it so soon. I lay my fingers over his lips and speak. “JP, do not worry about what is far in the future. Instead enjoy what we have for as long as we can.” My fingers move along his cheek and into his hair to play there for a bit. “We are blessed and should cherish it with joy.” I pause in my words and movements as an obscure writing briefly pops in my head. Something I read long ago, and do not rightly remember right now. I will have to work on it later though. Instead I focus back on JP. “I know you wish to stay here all day, but the day is moving along. Do you think we can get my things?” Maybe I can get some more herbs as we head to where I was living. I have a better grasp of his cooking ways from that first bonding we had. I want to attempt to make him dinner tonight.
It's funny that Ciara's past is greater than what my life will probably be. Her words are wisdom. We have to make my life as productive for her as we can. "Yes, we need to get your things." I give her a kiss and slip out of the bed and get dressed after tossing Ciara her clothes. It's difficult to move away from Ciara's touch, but we are together. "Do you want something to drink for the drive? I'm grabbing a coke myself." I get dressed quickly and use the spare time to watch Ciara get dressed. She is a wonderful sight naked or clothed to me. When she is dressed I stop by the kitchen to grab drinks before walking her out to the truck and letting her in the passenger seat.
I love the kiss, but hate him leaving the bed. I give a squawk as I am suddenly pelted by my clothes. I laugh though as I move out of the bed and dress. “Water?” I do not know what a coke is, and am leery of trying one just yet. I follow him to the kitchen and see the drink he grabs, I eye it but say nothing. We head out to his horseless carriage, something I have learned is called a vehicle, this one being a truck. So many names for one thing, I shake my head as he helps me get inside the thing. I sit stiffly in it as we move. I would much rather walk. “I stayed past the really huge meadow, past the twin metal lines, by the river.” I am not sure how he will get this thing near my encampment. I never heard one out there, a strange and loud something else constantly, but not a vehicle.
I hand Ciara her water that I picked up for her. Her living place is an odd one, but she was camping and not living in a house. "No worries. I have four wheel drive." There is a dirt road for servicing the electrical lines, so I figure we'll get to her camp okay. The truck backs up and we are on our way. I wonder how much stuff we'll have to load up. "So, do we have a lot of stuff to load up?" It's hard to know just how developed a camp elves make. The camp will be interesting to see anyway. Modern camps always have the same tent and fire setup.
I do not understand. His vehicle had four wheels, but then so did most that I have seen. Did that mean all vehicles had four wheel drive that had four wheels, and why did that make a difference? I shake my head and let it go as not very important at the moment. I am uncomfortable as we move along. The vehicle smells funny too and makes my nose wrinkle in disgust. “No, not much. I have some hides still left, some herbs I have collected and other green foods. Mainly I need to take down my traps and snares so no animals are caught and left. There’s some rope I have made as well.” With nothing to hold onto, my hands clasp tightly together as I wait for the journey to be over.
I nod. It sounds like a relatively easy round up. Ciara seems nervous to me in some ways, yet somehow comfortable in others. I almost say something, but decide to let it go. "I love you, Ciara." I turn onto a dirt access road that runs down the power line. I realize there is a railroad line just past it as well. "Are the two metal lines in the air or on the ground?" Power lines usually have three lines anyway. She is probably talking about the railroad track. I almost laugh. She would be camping near one of my access roads. I even have an idea where it would be if the river was nearby.
I look over and smile at JP. I am not sure just how convincing it is, but it is the best I can do considering. “I love you.” I go back to looking out the window until he asks me something. I look at him in bewilderment. “On the ground. Why would metal lines be in the air?” My eyes widen. “Do your people have such magicks?” To put metal up in the air, how amazing, then I frown. What would such be used for? My gaze moves back to looking out the window.
Her answer tells me we are going up the track access road. That makes things easy. I let her know what she is seeing. "The metal lines are a railroad track for trains. Instead of using tires and a road, they use metal wheels and the rails to move down the ground burning diesel fuel to do it. We do have metal wires that get suspended by poles and towers to run electricity from plants the burn coal to make it to the houses. The electricity in my house comes from the energy released and transferred by the wires. The only truly flying metal are airplanes. They use wings and jet engines to push into the air and move people and things over the ground instead of on it. It's not true magic really. All of our stuff gets energy by burning something. No one would believe your healing. You could probably start a religion with that, but I don't recommend it. Unfortunately, humans have a bad habit of using up a good thing and then wondering why things are so rough. You need to keep your healing to your friends and people you know." I turn and head down the railroad access road. "The funny thing is I work on the signals and controls for these train tracks for my job." I've probably dropped a ton on Ciara. It's too bad I wasn't a teacher. "Let me know when we get close to your camp." The access road is a bit bumpy, but it's more fun than anything.
I understand nothing he says really, and just let it go. I accept that some things just are. I do understand about the Healing though. I do not even know if I could use magick on a Child of Man. I suppose living and being with JP I will eventually find out. As we move along the road it gets rough. My hands fly out, my right hand hits the side of the vehicle and my left smacks the seating between JP and I. It takes me a moment to find this is not much different than riding a horse. I quickly find my center of balance and relax. After several long moments I finally sight the river. “We are close. We will still have to walk a little.”
I smile at Ciara when she used her hands to steady herself. I then got concerned though when I realized it was probably her first time on a rough road. She was able to get a hold of the situation soon enough though. When she tells me we are close I stop the truck. "Okay we'll walk it from here and ferry the stuff to the truck." I get out and move around to open the door for her. As I help her out of the door I give her a kiss. "Okay, lead the way." I'm kind of excited about seeing Ciara's camp. From her skill set she should be an expert camper.
I welcome the kiss as JP helps me out of the vehicle. It does much to settle me after the journey. I was not looking forward to the return trip. “I wish to visit and disarm the traps on our way. I hope you do not mind.” I lead him out. We circle around where I had been staying. Out of the eight traps I had set up, three were full. Two held rabbits, the other a quail, all three were dead. I disable all the traps and collect the parts as we got. The dead animals are tied to my side.
I then lead him into my encampment. There’s not much to see really, a small fire pit and stock of wood, and a frame work of wood for the skins. Everything else is stored up in the tree above. I pause and look at JP. “Mmm, I really should take care of these before we head back. It won’t take too terribly long. Do you mind?”
It's interesting to see that Ciara was catching all of her food. "No trouble at all. Let's take care of the traps." She is obviously self-sufficient in many ways. We go around Ciara's trap circuit. She is obviously good at that type of hunting. The supermarket might be a rough experience for her. We'll have to see.
Her camp is surprisingly sparse. "I don't mind at all. If I can help, let me know." I'm not much of a skinner, but I know how to follow instructions. It's neat to see Ciara in her own element. It is a bit like being in a time machine but it's fun because it's her. I watch her work. She is going to have a lot of odd encounters in the modern retail world.
I shake my head and smile. “No, thank you though. I have it.” I move to start a fire. Once I have that going, I work on skinning and gutting the rabbits. It doesn’t take me overly long, and soon I have the meat on spits waiting for the fire to settle. In the mean time I get the skins on the frame work and have them ready.
Then I shimmy up the tree and gather the things up there. It is not much about ten skins ranging from rabbit, mink, and one deer hide left, of which everything else is bundled inside, including my extra rope and herbs. I look below and call to JP. “’Ware above.” Then I drop the bundle. I climb back down the tree and retrieve the bundle.
Moving back to the fire, I open up the deer skin and hunt though until I find my herbs. I add them to the meat and then set the spits over the fire to start cooking. Taking the quail, I remove a few choice feathers. I then take the bird to the river to find the right mud. I quickly make a mud wrap and bring it back to the fire. Digging with a stick I have for such purposes, I make a hole in the coals along the outside of the fire and place the mud covered bird in it, and then cover it back up. Taking the guts from the rabbits I move off downstream several yards and leave them for the scavengers. I then trot back into came and start working on the hides.
I look over at JP as I start to work. “I am sorry. I have this down to routine, and can get through it very quickly.” I scrap the excess fat off the hides and then reaching to one of the power lines nearby. I sit quietly for a moment and work to call the magick to myself. It is an effort, but I get enough to cure the hides properly. A tired sigh escapes me as I take the skins down and add them to the bundle. It is rather sad to see that all I now own is easily carried in a deer skin. And it was not a large deer. I look back at JP. “Would you like to go with me to find more herbs while we wait for the meats to cook?”
I sit down and watch Ciara go to work. She is impressively efficient. Her skilled hands make it all look easy. She is cooking with the meat. It has been a long time since I've had rabbit. It's not particularly bad but somehow the grocery beef has captured my pallet over time. It will still be fun to enjoy something Ciara has made totally from scratch. She is obviously putting the skins to good use. It's all a very efficient and natural operation to watch.
Ciara climbing the tree is very sexy. I blush thinking she would probably go a very good job as a strip dancer. I don't share the idea though. She is independent and might just want to do it to make her own money. I would rather just support her than see her stripping for strange guys. Luckily her lack of a social security number will keep her out of that racket. She makes quick work of gathering her things. Her version of 'fore' is obvious. I call up to her. "They say 'Look out below' or 'Fore' now. Just in case we have mixed company." I almost hate telling these things. It feels like I'm correcting her when I'm just explaining the current situation. "You know there is nothing wrong with using the old words with me. You just want to try to use new words with mixed company to keep bad people from snooping." Hopefully she knows I don't mind her speech.
She spices the meat and I'm certain that will change the flavor. The rabbit I had was straight. Guys aren't always into spice until it’s the burning kind it seemed to me. I just decided to let spice go. Making a mud oven for the bird was pretty neat. That would be something to try in the future myself. "That is a very simple and easy trick to bake a bird, Ciara. I'm going to remember that."
I smile at Ciara as she starts work on the skins. "Don't apologize. I understand and I'm learning a lot just watching." It is odd seeing her cure the skins with magic. "That is just amazing, Ciara. You are nothing short of miraculous." It boggles my mind how she does that. Her invitation to find herbs sounds great to me. It will be fun to learn and nice to spend time with Ciara in her element. "Let's go find herbs. That sounds like a great activity for us." Maybe we can garden around the house in spring, summer, and fall. I decide I'll bring that up later.
I take in his vocabulary advice and smile at him. I am happy to learn how to talk in his world, it will make me stand out less. I rise from my work and walk over to my bundle of things. I dig around and find the smaller ropes I had made for plant gathering. I move over to JP and hug him. “Thank you for correcting how I speak. I need to learn how your people talk so I do not stand out so much.” I cuddle him briefly then move away. “Come, before we become distracted.”
I move out of the encampment and into the woods proper. I move slowly, searching the vegetation. Now and again I pause and kneel down to dig out a few plants I find that are useful. Before doing so, I say a quick thank you to the forest and the plant for providing. I do not think about it and automatically speak it in Elvish as I always have. I then tie the plants together and string them to my side. I then move on. I take JP’s hand in between gathering up plants.
"It's not so much correcting you as it is letting you know how they are doing it now. What you are saying is correct and makes sense. It would just get a double take from people not used to that word order." I hug and cuddle her back. Her touch is nice. I give her hair a kiss. "Nothing wrong about distracted, but let's go get some plants."
I follow Ciara in a lazy walk. I try to note the plants she likes. It's very new to me though. She says something in elvish and it sounds very beautiful. It's almost like a herb prayer or something. I will probably need to know it if I'm going to pick herbs at some point, but for now I just listen to the sounds of it trying to learn those. We get to start holding hands and that is very nice. She has been busy and we haven't really been able to touch enough. We are spending good time together though and that is just as good.
My stomach grumbles a bit thinking of the smell of the food and the spice mixed on it. I'm betting Ciara made some excellent rabbit that will taste a bit better than what the guys cooked up when I was a teenager.
I hear his stomach talking and look at him side long with a light laugh. I do hope though he likes my food better than I like his. I spot something a bit to one side and move to investigate further. I am delighted to find some wild onion and quickly dig enough up for the two of us. Using more of my short rope, I create a pouch out of a section of my shirt and drop them in. Moving on we gather more plants, and I even managed to find some more wild vegetables that can be easily cooked in a fire.
Returning to the encampment, I hang the bundled herbs off the skin wrack and take the vegetables to wash them quickly in the river. Coming back, I move the rabbit to the sides of the fire and place the vegetables under them in the coals. As they finish cooking the juices from the rabbit will drip on the vegetables and add more flavor. I turn to JP. “Food is almost done, just a few more… moments.” I pat the ground near me. “Come, sit while we wait.”
Ciara's industry is something to behold. She definitely puts more into cooking than I do. If her food tastes anything close to what it smells like, I'm going to really like it. She is obviously well practiced and very good at what she does. "You are extremely talented Ciara. I know it's not what humanity does, but your skill is something else." I want her to know I know her skill is high. Ciara doesn't give herself enough credit.
She adds the vegetables to the cooking. I notice she is adding the rabbit fat to the vegetables with the arrangement. Her invitation is a welcome one. I kneel down to sit beside her and put my arm around her shoulders. I give her a tender kiss. "I think you are really going to like the produce section of a supermarket. The meat section will be a bit confusing, but I'll have to take you by some farms to see what each animal is." Ciara has a natural knowledge of food I do not.
I shake my head and grin. “I am sure you have good cooks among your people.” I welcome his arm around my shoulder and briefly snuggle into him. The kiss is even better. I give him a puzzled look about a supermarket, but will wait until he shows me what it is. I am interested on seeing the animals he mentions.
The food finishes up and I move everything to cool down briefly. Once cooled enough to handle, I pull a haunch off and hand it to JP. Using some leaves, I hand him some of the vegetables as well. I take a haunch as well off the rabbit and my share of the vegetables and eat for a few moments. It came out pretty good I think. I pause in my eating and look over at JP. “How do you like it?” I am nervous. If he does not like my cooking, I will have to get used to his.
My arm pulls Ciara to my shoulder. "We have good cooks but I doubt they collect their own stuff and skin their own meat. They have the items handed to them and then they cook it up. They also use a bunch of fancy tools. You are doing it all from scratch."
I go ahead and sample everything. The rabbit is nice. The vegetables are a bit earthy but not bad. "It's good cooking. It has its own theme to it. It's very natural tasting and very close to the earth and camping. I like it and we can make meals like this in the future." I have a feeling our diet is going to change when she sees what is in the super markets. The vegetables have more flavor. She will be able to work wonders with modern produce and meat, I'm sure.
I take my time to enjoy and savor the food. I eat my vegetables first, finishing them off, and then eat my rabbit. "Very impressive meal." I decide to get some more rabbit and make dinner out of what Ciara has cooked. "You don't mind if I have more rabbit do you?" Ciara is going to be the cook of our household. I'll just have to keep doing dishes.
I release a breath I had not realized I had been holding. He liked it that was a relief. Now for me to finish learning how to cook with his ways of making fire. I shake my head at his explanation of good cooks. It is amazing how Man has lost much over the centuries. At least from our legends, which I have been learning are not entirely accurate, but cooking? Surely once upon a time they knew how to cook as I do? I continue with my own meal.
I look at him in mild confusion. “Of course not. There is still a rabbit and a bird left for dinner tonight. May as well finish off this rabbit.” After he gets more, I too grab some more. Though I ate what he gave me, I did not eat much in truth. With the struggle to use Magicks on this side of the Veil, I have worn myself down, and need to rebuild my reserves.
I help Ciara finish off the one rabbit. "Well, make sure you get enough to eat. Food is not a problem in this society. In fact, rabbits and birds are rarely on the menu anymore. Most animals are domesticated that we eat. The bottom line is it means food is never in short supply." Ciara seems particularly beautiful to me in the outdoors like this. The sun lights her up and the smells of the natural cooking along with the flavor of it in my mouth all feel good to me.
After I'm done, I ask her, "So, are we ready to put out the fire and move your things to the house?" It's odd taking her from this environment, but it won't work for the winter. I'm not sure how she'll feel about the supermarket food, but we'll see about that as well. We are in her element here and I would feel funny putting out the fire before she was ready or starting to move her things when she had not instructed me on proper handling.
I give a nod. “Yes, we can clean up and scatter.” I rise and take the scraps and bones of our meal and move to scatter them down river. Probably not really needed since I will not be staying here, but it is habit. I come back with some more leaves large enough to wrap the remaining meat in. I quickly weave some of the rope together and make a net pouch to carry it in. “Here, would you hold this please?” I hand the net to JP with the meat already stored inside.
Next I cover over the campfire with the dirt I had dug out for it and a bit more. It should smother it nicely, and the ash would help fertilize the soil there. I wait a bit to make sure it is out before grabbing the bundle of furs and such and the frame for skins. I look to JP and smile. “We are done here.” I have both the bundle and the frame in one hand and I move closer to JP to take his empty hand for the walk out.
I take the food in hand in Ciara's packaging. "Of course I will, my love." I wonder what she is going to think of plastic. She seems to use leaves for the same type of thing.
She puts out the fire. I try to help a bit by moving some of the dirt with my own shoe. I take her hand and we head back to my truck. "You are officially moving in with me now." I wink at her. It might not mean much in her culture, but I figure it might. It's fairly big in human culture. I smile as we head back to the truck. It's easy to stow her gear near the cab in the back of the truck. It's always a pleasure to open the passenger door for her as we load back up into the truck.
"Better buckle up for the ride out. You know how bumpy the road is." I'm not sure if she knows how to use a belt buckle, but it will be easy enough to show her. It is probably not a good idea to rely on healing magic.
I look over at him and chuckle. “Officially, huh? So last night and this morn was a trial run? Not much time me thinks…” I trail off as I start to laugh. I watch as he stores the stuff in his vehicle. He opens the door for me, which is good, but someday I will have to learn how to do this for myself. I have no idea what he is talking about with his buckle up comment, though I understand the rough travel. I look at him curiously as he climbs in on his side of the machine.
Her reply to my statement is a sharp rebuff, but I fire right back. "You do great on the interview and background check. It doesn't take a lot of time with a great person. Anyway, there was no way to put you out alone for the winter weather. Even if you were not interested in me, I would have given you a room."
I reach over and fasten her seatbelt for her. Poor Ciara is probably one of the only people on earth that would have to pay attention to the airline stewardesses. "Yes, you just fasten these together like so to keep yourself strapped to the chair. It keeps you from getting hurt by a bumpy road and reduces the injury in a crash." My lips give her a kiss. "Besides, you are way too valuable to risk." I turn on the truck and start the ride home. It is still amazing she is with me.
I am sobered by his words. I withdraw into myself and think on things. How different would things be if we had not found the bond that brings us together? I have a hard time conjuring an image of such, or having to hide my heritage. But in some ways I suppose it would be similar to what I was doing for the job at Dewey’s. Though I think it would be harder. We would be more close and confined, under each other’s feet. Something would have broken and given me away. I am just glad he has taken what I am so well.
I am pulled from my thoughts as he puts two things together around me. I am now confined it seems, and it is not overly comfortable. Part of the straps cross over my neck and throat and irritate me, but though I watched him put it together, I have no idea how to take it apart. His kiss distracts me momentarily and I give him a smile as he starts the vehicle and we move along.
I am once more taken with my thoughts. I contemplate all the strange things I have learned and have to adjust too. Listening to the way JP talks tells me that I have far more to learn still. I am a bit daunted and intimidated by this thought. A sigh escapes me as my gaze drifts to look out one of the clear areas.
I explain how to get out of the seat belt to Ciara. "You just press that button on the metal buckle and it releases. Inserting the tab snaps it and the button lets it go." I seriously doubt we will get in a wreck, but I'm certain I will make sure her buckle gets released before I get out of the truck.
"They have hunting laws where they expect you to pay money to trap and hunt wildlife now. It's like a money tax to allow hunting. I don't recommend you bother getting a license, but I do recommend you don't advertise you are trapping regularly. It's kind of crazy really, but everyone is expected to buy their food rather than round up their own." Ciara really hasn't done anything wrong. It's just the law of the land not really caring right from wrong anymore. They just make rules to suit whatever agenda they have riding. I hate to have to warn Ciara about it. It won't feel good to her because it is humanity being wrong. I don't want her feeling bad about trapping animals either. I just know someone who thinks they are more of a naturalist than Ciara would overhear Ciara traps animals and might try to make trouble for her.
"Anyway, we'll figure something out." At least my house is a bit isolated. I'm lucky my neighbors are several hundred yards in either direction of me, but it's not like we have a bunch of trees to hide things. Truth be told, rabbits are a bit of a garden menace so no one really complains about traps to protect gardens. "Maybe we just start a garden and protect it with traps. It's not really considered trapping if you are defending a garden." I bet Ciara would love a garden. It's too bad it's late in the fall. We'll have to wait until the spring to start one.
I look over at JP as he talks. Hunting laws? Pay money? I shake my head. Man has changed so much from what our past says they were. I go back to looking out the clear area. It is good to know how to let the restraint go. But I leave it since he wanted me to wear it. I sigh quietly. His talk of a garden is nice, but with the exception of making dyes, I do not see how flowers are of much use to surviving and eating. And trapping rabbit just because they will eat some things is wrong. Yes, they can be a nuisance, but they are a part of the cycle of life.
I withdraw deeper into myself. This world is so overwhelming. Things were simpler before I hurt my foot. Though I would not trade being with JP, I do wish there was a simpler way to exist now. I have only just begun to learn his world and already I am lost. Like other obstacles in my life, I will have to find a way to overcome what is being thrown my way.
I pull into the driveway and park the truck. "Home again, my love." I get out and walk around to let Ciara out of the passenger door, making sure she can unlock the seat belt. I then grab things out of the back. I give her the frames for the skins but carry the bag and meat net myself. "Let's take these things inside." I give her a kiss and start making my way into the house. I'm not sure if she needs any of the material outside or not. "Do we just put this in the spare room and the meat in the refrigerator?" I don't want to mess her leather up.
It takes me a moment, but I do manage to get the restraint undone. I am rather proud of that fact. While it is nice he does things for me, I am having a hard time accepting it completely. I am so used to doing for myself. I get out of the vehicle and take the things he hands me. I enjoy the brief kiss and follow him inside. “Yes, they’ll be fine in the other room. I do not understand refrigerator exactly, but if it is a cool place to store the meat, that is fine as well.”
Once inside I move to the room I had started to sleep in last night. Upon entering, I move to a clear corner and set my things there. I open the bundles of fur and find the herbs I have already ready, and then go to the eating room. “Where can I put these? They should be kept somewhere dry.” I look down for a moment. I have presumed that I can store things here. I look back up with an apologetic look. “Since the cooking is done here, I thought it best to keep them close.”
I haven't done a good job explaining things but Ciara is picking up fast despite feeling uncomfortable. I put the meat in the refrigerator and move back to the spare room with Ciara to deposit the skins. With her things safely stored I follow her back out to the kitchen. "The refrigerator uses a machine that runs from electricity to keep one compartment frozen and the other compartment almost frozen. I put the meat in the lower one since we will eat it tonight. Frozen storage is for long term meat and frozen vegetable keeping. Meat has to be thawed to cook right, but you probably already know that." Ciara doesn't know where to put her herbs. I open the pantry closet door. "This is dry and free from sunlight. You can hang them on this rack or I can pull some plastic containers. I'm not sure if they need to breath or not. You are right, this is a good place to keep them. You can put them in the refrigerator too. The cool air dries things aggressively though. Again, I'm not sure what needs to breath and what can be in air tight containers either."
I give Ciara another kiss and a smile. She seems uneasy. "You are teaching me just as much, Ciara. One of the joys of loving each other is that we don't have to worry about stepping on each other’s' toes. I'm going to work with you to find the best way to do things. If you come up with a good idea, we will use it. It's our home now, not mine."
I give a sigh and put the herbs on one of the shelves of the closet he opened. I study the thing thoughtfully. With some adjustments I can also hang fresh herbs to dry as well. I do not like the sounds of his refrigerator, but there’s nothing I can do for it. He obviously has no cellar. I turn to JP as he continues to talk. I smile at his words. “Um, actually I have an idea already. If I can make some adjustments in there,” I point my thumb back at the closet. “I can hang fresh plants in there to dry.” I accept the hug and kiss, enjoying both immensely. I wonder what he will want to do now.
I nod to Ciara. "Okay, let's adjust the closet. Why don't you tell me what to arrange and we'll figure this out." This will be a good project to help Ciara feel a little bit at home. It wasn't exactly what I was planning but I do have to go to work tomorrow and Ciara should feel a little comfortable when I'm gone. The closet mostly holds my canned vegetables, spaghetti sauce, cereal, pasta, and other things that don't require refrigeration. "Just keep in mind after seeing what we can get at the supermarket, some things we might not need as much of." I'm sure Ciara's diet is going to change as much as mine is going to change. We both have big shifts to make in that department.
I blink at JP, then start laughing. “Actually, I will need to head back to the forest to get materials for a proper frame.” I realize he has no idea just what it takes to dry herbs. He mentioned the supermarket thing again. I am not looking forward to that trip really, but it will probably be an interesting learning experience. I look up at him. “So, what else did you want to do today?”
I'm curious what is going on in Ciara's mind. "I was thinking about hitting Keyhole dam. There are some forest paths there and it's still not to brutal to swim in though it is cooling off a bit. Anyway, if the water is too cold, we can always just walk the paths." It would be nice to just be lost in nature a bit today. The train tracks were so industrial that the lake was always nice to visit just to get away from things.
I frown a bit. His suggestion means another ride in his vehicle, but I am curious about this keyhole thing. I nod. “That is fine by me.” I am curious to see his idea of cold. I have a feeling I will handle the water better than he will. I have swum and bathed in ice melt after all. Nothing is colder than that. “Shall we then?”
I have no clue she can handle ice melt. It's a sunny day so I know I'll handle the water, it just will be a little rough and I'll have to keep moving to swim in it. "Sure, let me put on my swim suit. Do you have a swim suit?" I think about her supplies and I don't remember seeing something to swim in. I know leather is not the best water material. I intend to go back to my bedroom and put on my swim briefs. There are enough people at keyhole that skinny dipping can be a little risky.
I give him a puzzled look. “What is a swimsuit?” I follow him back to the sleeping chamber and watch as he changes into some strange material, very short pants. I cock my head looking at them. Stepping towards him, I reach out to feel the clothing. It almost feels like silk under my fingertips, but it is thicker, and not quite right. I look at JP and shake my head. “I have nothing like this.”
I realize that the material in my swim briefs is all synthetic. Of course Ciara would not have a swim suit. "Mmm, I think there will be too many people at the lake on the weekend to swim naked. Maybe we should go buy you a swim suit at the sports store. I'm pretty sure Walmart won't have much to offer this time of year." I peel back off my swim briefs and put back on my underwear and pants. It will be interesting to see Ciara meet her first store.
I give a quiet sigh. I do not understand the need to wear something while in water. It is not a custom of my people to do so. I am confused with his reference to a sports store and a Walmart, evidently two different places. I nod at his suggestion, but am apprehensive about the excursion. “Give me a moment, please.” I close my eyes and find the ley line. This is easier than when I tried to heal my foot. Glamour is relatively minor in the magicks department usually, but here it is still a hard thing to accomplish. All I have been able to successfully change is the shape of my ears.
The ley line here is stronger than the one I had found out in the forest, so it was easier to make the adjustment I needed. I found I could even change my eye and hair color, but the maintenance to upkeep it would cost me. Also, there was no guarantee I would find a strong enough line out at the keyhole to keep up the illusion. Since I was already known for unusual colored eyes and hair, there was not really a point in making the change either. It would just make me odder in an already odd existence.
I look to JP finally and smile. “I am ready now.” I will have to follow his lead in this outing. I am out of my depth. I quietly follow him to his truck. My stomach is in knots suddenly as I start to become nervous about our trip.
It is odd seeing Ciara's ears seem to mold into human shape. I decide I don't like her having to put on a disguise. It is necessary, but the reasons are wrong. People should be accepting in the end, but they aren't. At least in winter she'll be able to wear a hat over her ears rather than hide what she really is. "I'm sorry you have to hide from us like that. It's not really fair to you."
I pull on my pants and shirt over my briefs and step into my sandals. Leading her out to the truck, I realize she is apprehensive about the trip. Letting her into the passenger side, I try to reassure her. "It's nothing really. Just doing a bit of shopping. Most women have a genetic predisposition to it. You might be able to get through it in a much better mood than you think." It slips my mind we are shopping for the trickiest item for woman to buy in a store.
The weather looks promising on the way to the store. I roll down my window to enjoy the breeze. My hair dances in the current. The sunlight seems to bring out all of Ciara's beauty. "The light really decorates you. It's very amazing to behold." Her coloring might be odd, but it is a very beautiful odd. It reminds me of how lucky I am to have her. The trip to the store is a short one, especially with light Sunday traffic.
I shrug slightly at JP’s words. “It is what it is. Everyone must do what they have too to blend and survive.” I follow him to his vehicle and settle in. I make sure to put the strap on that JP showed me how to use last we were in the contraption. Though I start out tense as the vehicle starts to move, I soon realize it really is not much different from riding a horse. By relaxing and allowing your body to adjust and move with the motions on its own, the ride becomes much smoother, more comfortable as well. I mull over JP’s words as we move along.
I had never really been one for going to Market and shopping for things. It was usually a boring and annoying ordeal. Sellers yelling their wares, and how much better their things are compared to their rival Sellers. I only went to obtain things I could not make myself, and made the trip as quick as possible to get it over and done with. Pulled from my thoughts by JP’s new words, I smile shyly at him. “Thank you.” I look out the clear part of the door and watch the scenery go by swiftly. “I have always preferred being out of doors then cooped up inside.” Before I am ready, we arrive at our destination. My nervousness returns threefold.
Ciara looks so apprehensive to me as I let her out of the pickup. It occurred to me if I had been rich I could have a less public place to have to go. Then again, if I had been rich, Ciara would have bumped into someone else. I shoot her a smile to try to calm her. "Don't worry, we'll be in and out in no time." The anonymity of a department store gives me a sense of security. The pressure of being in public with Ciara now fully aware of who she is still resides in my mind though. She is a huge presence that most people could not be trusted to know about. So many people would try to make money off her. I'm certain her freedom would be lost if people found out what we already know.
As we walk up to the store it occurs to me there won't be as wide of a selection. Swimwear is now considered a clearance item. We might have to go to a sports store, but I figure it will at least save us having to go deep into the store with the clearance racks up front. The doors slide open for us as we enter the slower stream of entering shoppers. I'm grateful for the Sunday lull as I offer a smile and friendly reply hello to the greeter. I've found being nice to them gets me in and out of the store quickly. In the back of my mind I'm also aggravated with the fact that being white has something to do with that as well.
My suspicions are correct and the women's swimwear is on a few racks right near the main entrance. Ciara might have trouble differentiating considering the culture gap. The synthetic material is certainly going to be a change. With a little luck she won't have an adverse reaction to it. "It's kind of funny but swimwear is about the same amount of cloth as underwear, yet underwear is considered socially unacceptable." It's becoming clear to me that defending social convention is going to become a problem. There are so many things that are simply odd to what we allow. Underwear is considered naughty in public, but add a drawstring to it and call it a swimsuit and then it's okay again. Of course with Ciara coming from an entirely different viewpoint, it was all going to seem silly. Her normal was going to translate to an extreme position in public. "Just pick something out you might like and I'll show you were the fitting rooms are. Don't worry about cost. Swimsuits are pretty cheap this time of year." Oddly enough we had lucked into the best time to buy swimwear. In another month it would not even be out in the department stores.
I smile at JP as I climb out of the contraption. His words are kind, but do nothing for my nervousness. I eye the clear door, at least I think that is what they are, that open at our approach without a touch. I look at JP as I ask, “What form of magic are these controlled by?” I stare in wonder as we walk through the space left behind them. I am pulled from my curiosity by JP’s voice telling someone hello. I turn to see who he is speaking to, and see a woman standing close by. She has a nice smile, though she seems kind of bored.
JP moves us along and we come to a stop in front of something I’ve never seen before. I am unsure of how to describe it. My mind does not seem to understand what it is looking at. My head tilts slightly as I study it. I start slightly as JP brings me from my contemplation. As his words sink in, I frown slightly and look up at him. “What is under wear?” My confusion is added to, but I try my best to hide it. I must get past the oddities of the Human world if I am to live here.
A stray thought gives me pause. Perhaps I could write about how the Human world truly is. Too bad there is no way I could give it to the Scholars back home. Not that anyone would believe anything I wrote anyway. I sigh and turn back to, well, the thing before me. It is an explosion of colors, and none of it makes sense to me.
The amazement she has at the doors is startling. She can heal using a force unknown to humanity, but a simple optic sensor and electric motors seem magical to her. I try to hide my confusion with a smile and have to return the greeting of the customary greeter. I lean in closer to her ear. I don't want to advertise her newness to the one store almost every person knows. "It's optical sensors for the doors. They use electricity to detect movement and open the doors with magnetic motors."
Her expression darkens. I think it is because of what I told of her of the doors, but it’s worse. Elven kind don't wear underwear. I feel a sinking feeling like I dived into a quarry lake without a way to climb out. This is going to be far more difficult than I imagined. The different gadgets they throw my way on the rail are going to look like reciting the alphabet compared to trying to explain the ways of a world hell bent on hiding the truth. She is here though. We have a shot at snatching some kind of happiness from our respective prisons and I'm not going to let the mundane silliness of people stop us.
I lower my voice. The store is anonymous enough, but I don't feel the need to attract unwanted attention with strange subjects. "Underwear is a cotton bottom garment worn under the pants or dress to keep crotch odor and stain off the outer garment. You've seen me put a pair on before I put on my pants. It saves on laundry because underwear is cheaper and easier to clean. Does that make sense?" I'm grateful women don't buy swimwear off season usually. Fashion sense works in our favor on this one to keep the crowds away, but I still keep an eye out for anyone overhearing our conversation and finding it odd. Small towns are quiet unless you get caught in the middle of gossip and we just don't need that.
I decide to try to demonstrate. We are a couple at this point. No one will think twice if I hold a bikini up to her body. I grab a random bottom. It's black and pink striped. She's going to look beautiful in any of them really. That side thought sends a jolt through me as my body remembers the intensity of melding with hers. In many ways it's a shame to have to clothe her for swimming, but flying in the face of cultural norm will only involve the police and a sharp investigation as to why Ciara doesn't have identification. I hold the hanger, dangling the bottom over her lap. "They fit over your lap and butt. Legs through the bottom and waist through the top."
I look at her magical eyes. It occurs to me part of me is inside of her, searching her out to try to make life. I've taken odd risks. Her spirit and beauty do something to me and all I want is to share life with her as much as I can.
I shake my head. “Not really, no.” I shrug though; apparently it is irrelevant for me and not necessary for me to have. I watch as he grabs into the overly colorful object in front of us and pulls a piece out. As he holds it up to me and explains I look down at it. The concept is easy enough to understand. “Like trousers without legs.” I look up and into his eyes. Smiling, I say, “Why don’t you pick me something?”
There, that was a much better idea. I won’t have to attempt to reach and look through the mess in front of us. Besides, I trust him to not make me look any sillier than I do with my eyes and hair.
My smile breaks out keeping my jaw from dropping. Asking me for swimwear advice would be a totally hopeless cause if trying to explain why it is to Ciara wasn't more hopeless. To make matters worse, we are having to hit the clearance rack leaving me with all of the things women didn't pick this summer. Pink isn't Ciara's color. I figure a bikini will be best, but the electrical surge in my body tells me I might not be fully objective on the subject. Blue isn't going to cut it either. "Okay, just veto me if it's wrong." My eyes hunt the rack and go back to Ciara. Her eyes and hair are just surreal and vexing to me. None of the items on the rack are going to work, but neither is skinny dipping.
The rack is disheveled from the bargain hunters hitting it. I hang the item back on the rack without having to bother with its placement. My eyes spot a black bikini with gold dots in criss-cross. It might work with the amber of her eyes. Taking the hangar, I see there is only the top and I have a slight panic attack before I see a few bottoms on the lower rack. My panic renews as I see the dreaded numbers and letter on the top though. I have no ideas on what Ciara's breast size is. I figure go small which is ironic considering most men are not like me. Mercifully the bottoms are the typical sizes. She'll have to try things on to be sure they'll work, but Sunday is mercifully light traffic. Presenting the bottom with my left hand and top with my right, it is time to find out the first verdict. "Do you think these might work?" I've been more sure with hot box detectors than this, but a swim would be great with her.