Of Books and Women Pt 1 (PG-17)

Writers: Miriah, Suzee
Date Posted: 29th November 2014

Characters: Vestian, Sophque
Description: The Hallmaster has a late visitor
Location: Sunstone Seahold
Date: month 9, day 15 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: Yriadha, Porenne, Bryvin; Part 1 of 2
Rating: PG-17

Vestian

Sophque

You wouldn't know it to look at her but Satele was accomplished in
several ways not visible to the naked eye. In her arms were fresh
linens for the bed. Not that they were needed but they provided nice
window dressing to mask the real reason for her visit.

She lifted a hand and knocked softly. "Sir," she called. "I have your
fresh linens."

Vestian opened the door and stepped back, his eyes flicking over her.
"Please, come in."

"Thank you sir," she said and dropped a small curtsy before brushing
past him into the room. She set the linens on a stand by the fireplace
and turned to face the Hallmaster. She didn't intend to give him her
true name but she really was interested in this man. Of course she
knew why she was here and even though it was outside her normal duties
her own feelings didn't come into it, not this time. As she turned her
eyes fell on a very interesting book. But then she realized that
wasn't what she was here for and ripped her gaze away.

She smiled at Vestian. "What else can I do for you this evening sir?"

Like many Harpers, Vestian was perceptive; he noticed her eyes going
to the book and both brows rose. He walked over to it and laid his
hand on the cover. "Its a book of poetry from the seventh Pass." His
eyes followed her. "Can you read?"

"Poetry?" She breathed and her eyes lit. "Oh yes, I like to read very much."

"So do I." If this was the woman that Bryvin kindly managed to send to
him, he was indebted to the man. She was lovely and it appeared,
possibly intelligent. His eyes slid over her and he handed her the
book. "Would you care to look at it?"

She looked at him for a evaluating moment. She knew full well that
wasn't the reason she was here. She took the book but her smiling eyes
didn't leave his. "I would love to," she said softly.

"Feel free." He stepped back and sat down on a chair, crossing one leg
over the other as he watched her. He wasn't in a rush at the moment;
besides, if she was actually passionate, he wanted to savor it.

She was so torn, never having seen a book like this one before she
stroked the cover in contemplation of the fine leather binding. Then
she just opened at at random and scanned the page. She smiled and read
in her mellow contralto

"As music flows through the air
Waves of color fly on the breeze
I dance and sway along with it
My heart full of song
'though you have gone
I fuse with the colors and the music
It becomes part of me
And I a part of it
I remember
And you color my mind."

"Beautiful," she said and closed the book slowly. "Thank you," she
smiled. "I'll bet that poem seems very real around the Harper Hall
where music and colors live together so closely.

"It does indeed, but rarely with such a beauty to read the passages."
Vestian sat forward, reaching out a hand to lightly trace along her
waist. His head tilted back to peer at her before he tugged at a lace.
"Read more."

Her smile felt odd for a moment as the memory of another voice,
another man washed over her like the poem she'd just read. He'd said
that very thing 'Read more,' and she always had. She reopened the book
and leaned into his caress. "I can't possibly read with you doing
that," she purred.

He loved the response and gave an encouraging flash of teeth. "I think
you can." He tugged at another lace, then another until the soft skin
of her back was exposed. Vestian slid his fingers against the warm
skin, enjoying its silky softness. "Read." He turned her back to him,
spreading open the back of her gown slowly before sitting up to trace
a finger down the line of her spine.

Her back arched against his hand and she held the book open to read
another poem though she struggled through it and finally finished it
with a dramatic flourish and snapped the book closed. "Mmm," she
mused. "That feels very good."

He spread the back of her gown wider and with a satisfied grin at her
response, began kissing along her spine, rising to find the spot where
her neck met her shoulders. "And you smell delicious." He slid his
hands into the back of her dress, pushing it aside enough until he
could reach around and cup her breasts.

She chuckled, a low throaty sound and leaned back against him. She
slipped her arms out of her bodice leaving her torso completely naked.
"And you feel wonderful."

Shards, why couldn't Porenne be as responsive as this? He touched her
and she went all stiff, but this woman, she oozed sensuality.
Fingertips tugging on her nipples, he nibbled along the sides of her
neck. "I love hearing that." He allowed one hand to slip to her waist,
tugging at the ties to the skirt.

As the tie came undone she stood and let it slip to the floor showing
that she had nothing at all underneath. She turned and took a step
toward him with her feet apart so he would have access to anything at
all he wished to fondle. "Thank you for the lovely poems," she purred.

Vestian's eyes slid over her and he didn't bother to disguise the lust
in his gaze. He slid a hand down her waist and over her hips to cup
her bottom. "How else are you going to thank me?" He finally bent to
suckle at her lower lip. "I can think of so many ways." His other hand
dipped to delve gently between her thighs and he hissed at the
dampness he found there. "So many."

She reached for the laces of his shirt and drew the string. Here she
was completely naked and he hadn't removed a stitch. Perhaps he liked
it that way. His probing fingers were already eliciting a response in
her own body and her pale pink nipples puckered in response. "Tell me
what you like," she said softly.

His brow furrowed and he tilted his head, fingers pausing in their
stroking. Most women he'd been with had just known and had acted on
it. "What do you mean?" His fingers flicked against her, his other
hand lifting to cup her breast and run a thumb over the pretty pale
nipple.

She could only imagine what kind of woman he thought she was but she
wasn't as experienced as he might have thought her to be. The two men
she'd been with before had had wildly different tastes. "What I mean
is, men and women don't come already knowing what their partner likes.
People are different. Men away from their wives might like something
they don't get at home." That last part was pure conjecture on her
part but she was a smart woman. She always had been. Besides, Yriadha
had enlightened her a bit with some of her recent experiences.

He stopped and looked down at her, one brow arching high even as he
continued to touch her. His voice was a murmur. "Passion. I want
passion." Faranth knew that he didn't get that at home. "I want you to
want me." His eyes found her mouth, both hands lifted to tangle in her
hair before pulling her to his mouth in a hot kiss. Her words had
struck him harder than he liked. Why couldn't he have this at home?

Passion she could give him. Her own had felt abandoned and lonely and
she needed to feel passion once again herself. Her hands crept up his
back as her naked body molded against his fully clothed form. "I do
want you," she ground out when the kiss broke for a moment.

"Good. So good." He yanked his shirt off, returning for her mouth as
he unlaced his trousers, then slid his arms around her to clutch her
to him. A woman that wanted him, a sweet smelling, desirable woman
that would be willing to touch and be touched. He bent her back
towards the bed, unwilling to let her go for a moment.

She giggled when he bent her off her feet onto the bed but responded
fully to his ardor.

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