and pushed past her silence to
continue. “I…I have feelings for you.”
Feelings he had no means of explaining. They
were so different. Vesa was kind, always offering a sweet smile to
those around her. Ramar didn’t bother to smile unless his brethren
shared jokes. He would never be like the gentle males of Raasa.
Perhaps she would not want a warrior hardened by battle. Years of
fighting and defending his Overlord made him the man he was and he
took pride in his skills.
Ramar pushed off the door to approach her,
seeking the right thing to say. “If you would have me leave you
alone I shall understand and bother you no more.”
He lifted his arms to touch her then lowered
them for fear she’d pull away. The very thought gnawed at him. He
couldn’t take Vesa pulling away from him again. “That is all I
wished to say. Again, I extend my apologies.”
Ramar turned to leave, his heart a laden
weight. His eyes burned and the pain in his stomach spread to his
chest. He’d waited too long to take action. The worst mistake a
warrior could ever make in a fight to win a worthy prize was to
delay his attack.
“What of amends?”
Ramar turned at the question but she still
had her back to him. His heart skipped a beat then thudded madly
and out of rhythm. “Amends?”
Vesa faced him and offered a small smile
despite the dried tear tracks on her cheeks. He regretted that he
was the cause of her tears. “The Su-Su says when Vaan angers her he
makes amends.”
Hope reared its head. Ramar pushed the
question past the thickness in his throat. “I have angered
you?”
She narrowed her eyes and walked toward him,
slim hips swaying in her skirts. “Yes…Ramar. You’ve made me angry
for well over a year.”
His name on her lips had Ramar weakening in
relief. His tongue moistened his suddenly dry mouth. “A year is a
long time.”
Vesa reached up and tugged at the leather
cord holding his hair in a warrior’s knot. The long waves slid
about his shoulders. “Yes, a year is very long. What are you going
to do about it?”
Her spirited response sent his pulse soaring
and his toqa stretched within his leathers. Ramar answered with a
confidence he didn’t quite feel. “I am going to make amends.”
Vesa laughed and wrapped her arms about his
waist. Ramar closed his eyes to absorb the sensation of her body
pressed tight to his. He placed his arms almost hesitantly on her
back. Vesa covered his forearms with her hands and tightened his
hold. “Like this.”
Ramar followed her lead and squeezed harder
than he probably should have as he buried his face in her hair to
whisper, “Thank the Blessed One.”
He held her and she accepted the embrace for
a while longer, neither speaking. Ramar cleared his throat, wanting
to know her wishes. He would do anything for Vesa. “What would you
have of me to make amends?”
Another chuckle and though the words were
muffled against his chest, Ramar heard her clearly. “Why bed play,
of course.”
Ramar froze. She must have sensed the change
in his demeanor because Vesa leaned back and tipped her face up to
see him better. “Ramar?”
He sought to move from her but Vesa latched
on to his wrists as he attempted to separate them. “Ramar, what’s
wrong?”
“You will not be satisfied with my bed play.
It is the reason you left my bed the last time we were
together.”
Vesa gawked and Ramar felt the heat of shame
stain his cheeks.
“You left my bed, Warlord.”
Ramar frowned and gentled his actions to ease
her hands from their death grip on his wrists. She was wrong. This
he remembered clearly. “You refused me the next night.”
“B-because you couldn’t wait to leave me. You
found your release and barely pulled on your pants before charging
out the door.”
Ramar paused and focused. The night stood out
because he had never enjoyed himself more with a female. Vesa’s
toque had a slight chill about it and each stroke had soothed and
aroused as he sought his release.
continue. “I…I have feelings for you.”
Feelings he had no means of explaining. They
were so different. Vesa was kind, always offering a sweet smile to
those around her. Ramar didn’t bother to smile unless his brethren
shared jokes. He would never be like the gentle males of Raasa.
Perhaps she would not want a warrior hardened by battle. Years of
fighting and defending his Overlord made him the man he was and he
took pride in his skills.
Ramar pushed off the door to approach her,
seeking the right thing to say. “If you would have me leave you
alone I shall understand and bother you no more.”
He lifted his arms to touch her then lowered
them for fear she’d pull away. The very thought gnawed at him. He
couldn’t take Vesa pulling away from him again. “That is all I
wished to say. Again, I extend my apologies.”
Ramar turned to leave, his heart a laden
weight. His eyes burned and the pain in his stomach spread to his
chest. He’d waited too long to take action. The worst mistake a
warrior could ever make in a fight to win a worthy prize was to
delay his attack.
“What of amends?”
Ramar turned at the question but she still
had her back to him. His heart skipped a beat then thudded madly
and out of rhythm. “Amends?”
Vesa faced him and offered a small smile
despite the dried tear tracks on her cheeks. He regretted that he
was the cause of her tears. “The Su-Su says when Vaan angers her he
makes amends.”
Hope reared its head. Ramar pushed the
question past the thickness in his throat. “I have angered
you?”
She narrowed her eyes and walked toward him,
slim hips swaying in her skirts. “Yes…Ramar. You’ve made me angry
for well over a year.”
His name on her lips had Ramar weakening in
relief. His tongue moistened his suddenly dry mouth. “A year is a
long time.”
Vesa reached up and tugged at the leather
cord holding his hair in a warrior’s knot. The long waves slid
about his shoulders. “Yes, a year is very long. What are you going
to do about it?”
Her spirited response sent his pulse soaring
and his toqa stretched within his leathers. Ramar answered with a
confidence he didn’t quite feel. “I am going to make amends.”
Vesa laughed and wrapped her arms about his
waist. Ramar closed his eyes to absorb the sensation of her body
pressed tight to his. He placed his arms almost hesitantly on her
back. Vesa covered his forearms with her hands and tightened his
hold. “Like this.”
Ramar followed her lead and squeezed harder
than he probably should have as he buried his face in her hair to
whisper, “Thank the Blessed One.”
He held her and she accepted the embrace for
a while longer, neither speaking. Ramar cleared his throat, wanting
to know her wishes. He would do anything for Vesa. “What would you
have of me to make amends?”
Another chuckle and though the words were
muffled against his chest, Ramar heard her clearly. “Why bed play,
of course.”
Ramar froze. She must have sensed the change
in his demeanor because Vesa leaned back and tipped her face up to
see him better. “Ramar?”
He sought to move from her but Vesa latched
on to his wrists as he attempted to separate them. “Ramar, what’s
wrong?”
“You will not be satisfied with my bed play.
It is the reason you left my bed the last time we were
together.”
Vesa gawked and Ramar felt the heat of shame
stain his cheeks.
“You left my bed, Warlord.”
Ramar frowned and gentled his actions to ease
her hands from their death grip on his wrists. She was wrong. This
he remembered clearly. “You refused me the next night.”
“B-because you couldn’t wait to leave me. You
found your release and barely pulled on your pants before charging
out the door.”
Ramar paused and focused. The night stood out
because he had never enjoyed himself more with a female. Vesa’s
toque had a slight chill about it and each stroke had soothed and
aroused as he sought his release.
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