times if you could make the trip to Adel with me, where we could share a bed, instead of the ground."
"He always says no," Lucy nodded. "I've got my training to tend to, so I can replace him as the village healer one day."
"So, here we are," Chara murmured. "No matter what we do, we're wrong."
Lucy reached out to her and Chara took her hand willingly. With a gentle push from her heartbroken lover, Chara found the wall of the barn at her back as Lucy nestled against her, holding her tight. Her own heart cracking, she squeezed her as close as she could.
"You'll get out of here, you know," Lucy whispered in her ear. "One day, you'll leave this town, and me. I know it. I can feel it. I'm losing you, and I don't know how I'm going to live with that."
"Lucy," Chara said as the other girl pulled back from her, trembling fingers sliding up along the linen shirt her lover wore, fumbling with the buttons.
"Just love me; that's all I ask, before you are gone," Lucy murmured, sliding the shirt from Chara's shoulders.
"What if someone sees us?" she asked as Lucy's lips found her nipple and teased it gently.
The look in her eyes as she stood straight was pure sorrow. "I really don't care anymore. Is that okay?"
Chara nodded before Lucy kissed her, arms folding around her neck, body pressing into her with a hungry need she couldn't deny she felt too. No man had ever made her feel the way Lucy did, or ever could sate the yearning in her heart. No lover had ever been able to make her feel as if she was a whole person, save the one she held then.
They sank to floor together, lost in each other, the world spinning away to nothing in the silky moans they brought from each other.
The warrior had spent the rest of her morning sitting near a window, watching the townsfolk of Rheumer go about their day, while sipping a rich, robust coffee. From what she'd been told when Kate had given it to her, the southernmost end of the village sported a coffee field that produced the finest beans in all of Fival. Traveling merchants often traded for them with silks from as far away as Isnar.
She found it easy to believe, and wondered if her Father knew there was a place in the Middle World that produced a coffee that rivaled what he savored in the High World. It’d been far easier than she expected to simply lean back in a chair and relax as the aroma wafted over her, the taste so wonderful she’d decided to take her time with it.
That, and she figured Kate wasn't going to give her another cup.
She felt certain that was bordering on heresy. Somehow.
As she was finishing, Daniel eased closer to her, fidgeting nervously. With an internal sigh, she offered him a polite smile, hoping against hope he wasn't trying a new tactic to woe her. His last had been less than impressive, and frankly, while he seemed a nice boy, she simply wasn't interested.
Annoying her, the Rabbit in her yodeled that he was pretty. She tried to shush it, but it hopped around, offering her a lullaby about the screaming orgasms she could drag from him. Embarrassed, she begged it to stop, which, with a snicker, it did.
"Um, so," Daniel finally said, his uncertainty obvious. "I wanted to apologize for last night. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I didn't show you the proper respect you deserve. I hope you’ll accept my apology."
Surprised, the warrior nodded, holding out a hand. With a look of relief, he took it and shook it warmly, his nervousness fading into joy.
"If you're interested, there's an old storage building out back," he told her as he let her hand drop. "Dad uses it to hold on to things patrons leave behind, in case they ever return. A lot of that stuff has been out there for years, but if you're limited on money, you might be able to find some of what you need there."
Once again surprised by the boy, she gave him an impressed look and nodded. Smiling, he offered her the key to the lock and excused himself. Watching him go, she couldn't
"He always says no," Lucy nodded. "I've got my training to tend to, so I can replace him as the village healer one day."
"So, here we are," Chara murmured. "No matter what we do, we're wrong."
Lucy reached out to her and Chara took her hand willingly. With a gentle push from her heartbroken lover, Chara found the wall of the barn at her back as Lucy nestled against her, holding her tight. Her own heart cracking, she squeezed her as close as she could.
"You'll get out of here, you know," Lucy whispered in her ear. "One day, you'll leave this town, and me. I know it. I can feel it. I'm losing you, and I don't know how I'm going to live with that."
"Lucy," Chara said as the other girl pulled back from her, trembling fingers sliding up along the linen shirt her lover wore, fumbling with the buttons.
"Just love me; that's all I ask, before you are gone," Lucy murmured, sliding the shirt from Chara's shoulders.
"What if someone sees us?" she asked as Lucy's lips found her nipple and teased it gently.
The look in her eyes as she stood straight was pure sorrow. "I really don't care anymore. Is that okay?"
Chara nodded before Lucy kissed her, arms folding around her neck, body pressing into her with a hungry need she couldn't deny she felt too. No man had ever made her feel the way Lucy did, or ever could sate the yearning in her heart. No lover had ever been able to make her feel as if she was a whole person, save the one she held then.
They sank to floor together, lost in each other, the world spinning away to nothing in the silky moans they brought from each other.
The warrior had spent the rest of her morning sitting near a window, watching the townsfolk of Rheumer go about their day, while sipping a rich, robust coffee. From what she'd been told when Kate had given it to her, the southernmost end of the village sported a coffee field that produced the finest beans in all of Fival. Traveling merchants often traded for them with silks from as far away as Isnar.
She found it easy to believe, and wondered if her Father knew there was a place in the Middle World that produced a coffee that rivaled what he savored in the High World. It’d been far easier than she expected to simply lean back in a chair and relax as the aroma wafted over her, the taste so wonderful she’d decided to take her time with it.
That, and she figured Kate wasn't going to give her another cup.
She felt certain that was bordering on heresy. Somehow.
As she was finishing, Daniel eased closer to her, fidgeting nervously. With an internal sigh, she offered him a polite smile, hoping against hope he wasn't trying a new tactic to woe her. His last had been less than impressive, and frankly, while he seemed a nice boy, she simply wasn't interested.
Annoying her, the Rabbit in her yodeled that he was pretty. She tried to shush it, but it hopped around, offering her a lullaby about the screaming orgasms she could drag from him. Embarrassed, she begged it to stop, which, with a snicker, it did.
"Um, so," Daniel finally said, his uncertainty obvious. "I wanted to apologize for last night. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I didn't show you the proper respect you deserve. I hope you’ll accept my apology."
Surprised, the warrior nodded, holding out a hand. With a look of relief, he took it and shook it warmly, his nervousness fading into joy.
"If you're interested, there's an old storage building out back," he told her as he let her hand drop. "Dad uses it to hold on to things patrons leave behind, in case they ever return. A lot of that stuff has been out there for years, but if you're limited on money, you might be able to find some of what you need there."
Once again surprised by the boy, she gave him an impressed look and nodded. Smiling, he offered her the key to the lock and excused himself. Watching him go, she couldn't
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