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Writers: Miriah, Yvonne
Date Posted: 13th February 2015

Characters: Taril, Humari, Yriadha
Description: Taril and Humari finally get to celebrate the pregnancy, albeit with an interruption
Location: Sunstone Seahold
Date: month 9, day 12 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: Torinya, Yarmel
Rating: PG-17

Humari

Yriadha

She had woken up curled up next to him again, but this time, she had
been snuggled up closely to his turned back. It happened in the night,
she guessed, because they certainly hadn't fallen asleep that way.
Awake and in their bed, they still kept a distance between them, but
she had been oddly pleased that she had woken with her arms wrapped
around his waist.

She didn't know why, maybe it was out of spite that was deeply buried,
but Humari refused to let Yarmel spoil the joy that she had seen in
Taril's face when he had been told about her pregnancy. In her mind,
Taril deserved to be able to celebrate it; he'd been nothing but good
and comforting to her, despite his knowledge of what she was. She
wanted to please him, to see that open smile again.

So when she had gone to the market with Torinya (despite what Taril
said, she didn't feel safe without the accompaniment of her
sister...just in case) she had successfully managed to haggle and
procure a tender roast, tubers, rich butter and even better, red fruit
and sweetener for roasting. She even managed to get some spices, but
the rolls she had made all by her self. And with Torinya's eager help,
she had even found an alluring undergown that she thought Taril would
enjoy. It showed a bit too much in her opinion, but her sister had
assured her that men liked that sort of thing.

So, dressed, bathed and lightly scented, she was waiting in the
kitchen when Taril came home.

It was after dark when he came back with mud on his boots and the
shoulders of his oil slicker dark with rain. As per his custom, Taril
knocked before entering his apartment to let Humari know that he was
about to walk in. It was still odd to come home to another human
being. He paused in the entryway to hang his coat on a hook and wipe
the mud from the bottom of his crutch. "Hello?"

Humari poked her head around the corner and greeted him with a small
smile. "I'm in the kitchen, Taril. I've your dinner cooked." She
paused, looking at his boot with a very slight furrowed brow, then
hurried over. She bent, unlacing it. "I just cleaned the floors."

"You-- really don't need to do that." Taril felt a pang of
embarrassment. His missing leg was trial enough without having a fuss
made over it, let alone having his pregnant wife kneel in front of him
like that.

"I know I don't." She replied softly. "I wanted to." She rose and
offered a surprisingly warm smile, then stood on tip-toe to brush her
lips over his cheek. It was not something that was her habit, the
intimate greeting, but she wanted to make him feel special tonight.

The soft brush of lips against skin startled him, as did her words. "Uh--
hello. It's good to see you too."

He took his free hand and smiled. "I cooked a special supper for the both of
us." She tilted her head. "To celebrate. Since we didn't get to before." She
paused. "Unless you're too tired."

"No." A celebration... a slow smile appeared as he thought about it. They
did have things to celebrate. They were going to have a child, and Yarmel
would be taken care of... sooner, rather than later. It was a very
thoughtful gesture from Humari. "I couldn't let a _special_ supper go to
waste. It smells delicious in here, by the way."

"Good." Relieved by his smile, Humari led Taril into the kitchen. The table
was softly lit by glows, and roast and tubers were steaming delicately from
the table. She waited for him to sit before sitting down beside him and
handing him the serving knives. She fidgeted under his gaze, and lightly
tugged the neckline of her gown, the slinky underthings feeling slick
against her skin.

If he hadn't been that hungry before, he was now. Taril served his
wife first, placing thick, juicy slices of roast on her plate before
piling his own. He offered her tubers, then filled his glass with wine
and hers with the juice she'd put out for herself. "This is all...
thank you," he said, lifting his glass. "To my wife. Thank you."

She lifted her own in salute, her eyes warm. "You're welcome. I hope
you enjoy it." She had promised him that she would be a good wife and
it looked like she was succeeding. She ate delicately; despite being
with child, she didn't yet have the larger appetite that some women
developed. "Have you given thoughts to names, Taril?"

"Names? No." He speared a bit of tuber with his fork. Other things,
yes, but not names. "Have you?"

She blinked at him. "No." She wiped her mouth with a napkin. "My
father named all of us. I thought you would name our child."

Just him?! The thought was terrifying. A name was something that a child
would carry with them for the rest of their life, and if he got it wrong
somehow.. "The only thing I've ever named is Dodger. I don't think I'm
qualified to do it alone."

She watched his face and tilted her head. "Oh." Her brow furrowed. "Well, we
have time to think about it." She then smiled and reached over to lightly
and hesitantly cover his hand with hers.

He stared at her hand for a moment. "Yes. Yes we do." A small smile crept
across his face. "So. You obviously went to the market today. Did you enjoy
your walk?"

She cleared her throat and a flush covered her cheeks at the knowledge of
her own gift for her husband. She shifted on her chair and nodded.
"Uhm...yes. Torinya and I had a good visit."

**She's up to something.** Taril was learning to read her moods, and Humari
looked like the feline in the fish basket. "Oh? What did you talk about?"

She looked up at Taril and cleared her throat. "She and I discussed mother
and why I had not told her yet about the baby." Her nose wrinkled at the
thought. Her mother had ruined enough, in her opinion, and it was a relief
to be out from under her thumb. Her fingers brushed up against Taril's as
she cleared her throat again. "And we discussed our marriages."

"Oh?" he asked innocently.

She nodded, taking another sip of juice. "Yes. She was wondering how I
was doing, that sort of thing. And she gave me advice." She quickly
glanced at his plate, gauging how much he had eaten. "Will you want
more?"

What sort of advice? Curiosity piqued, he shook his head. "That was an
exceptionally fine dinner, and I'll probably have more before bed
tonight. But for now, I think I'm done."

Nerves made her fingers tremble for a moment before she rose and
cleared the plates, her own still half filled with uneaten food. She
hurried back to cover the dishes for him so he could snack on the food
later, then exhaled as she looked down at him. She hesitated, then
offered her hand, fingers slightly curled inward.

Taril took her hand and, surprised at his own daring, placed a kiss on
her palm. "For the dinner," he told her, although it was also to help
ease the tension that had suddenly risen between them.

The light kiss made her take a quick breath and the nervousness around
her shoulders to ease. It also gave her a bit more courage to do as
her sister had suggested. Her fingers barely touched against his lips
as she pulled away and her hands went to the tie of her dress at her
side. Watching his face, she tugged at the tie and shifted her
shoulders, letting the light dressing gown pool at her feet.

The slinky green material and pale lace accented her hair and skin
perfectly, giving it a soft warm glow. The slits up the side of the
gown reached to her hips, showing pale flashes of thigh and hip, while
the front of the gown dipped low to her midriff, the thin material
barely covering her youthful curves. A faint blush grew on her cheeks
and her voice was whisper soft. "For you."

That was... she looked... Taril let his gaze travel up from the dress
at her feet and over her pale skin. That was no dress a wife should
wear, but he found he didn't care at all. He reached for her hand and
pulled her against him so that he could let his hands roam across the
soft expanse of green fabric and find the edges where it left her
bare. "You look amazing." And he wasn't hungry for food anymore.

Torinya was right, apparently. The look on Taril's face was worth the
embarrassment of the gown. With him still seated, she settled herself
on his lap and faced him; it exposed all of her legs for his
exploration, but she found that she didn't mind so much. His hands
were warm and his touch, while eager, still felt gentle to her. She
met his gaze and slowly put her hands on his shoulders, fingers
lightly touching the nape of his neck. "You're good to me, Taril, even
when you don't have to be." She carefully bent forward, lightly and
softly kissing his lips before pulling just a little away. "You're a
good husband." She kissed him again, a little more slowly. "A good
man." This time she pulled away reluctantly, her lips hovering a
breath from his.

"Not so good as all that," he said against her lips, then kissed her
again, thoroughly, taking his time. The dress was an invitation that
he wasn't going to turn down. His hands drifted up her legs to her
torso, where he brushed his fingers against the underside of her
breast.

Yes he was. At least to her. And she wanted desperately to make him
happy that he had married her and protected her. That he hadn't put
her aside when he could have; that he had saved her. She shifted her
hips, found an angle that felt amazing good against him and pressed
forward with a soft moan. His fingers tickled her and she actually
wanted him to touch her further. Her hands slid through the hair at
the back of his head, returning his kisses with growing eagerness and
surprising passion.

She was just about to press her breast into his hand when a firm knock
rapped at the door. She went still against him, hips still pressed
firmly against his own, as her mother's voice was heard, muted from
behind the thick door.

"Humari? I need to speak to you."

She turned back to Taril, lips parted from the beginnings of passion
and shifted against him again, her expression frustrated.

Taril had never hated Yriadha more than at that moment. He cleared his
throat. "We're not receiving visitors!"

That brought a soft little giggle from Humari and just to be daring,
she rocked against him again before leaning to nuzzle his ear and kiss
along his neck. Her daring shocked even her, but the movement felt so
good that she didn't want to stop, even if her mother _was_ trying to
interrupt.

The voice at the door didn't go away. Yriadha sounded almost offended.
"I need to see my daughter immediately!"

Taril suppressed a groan. Humari had to do _that_ when her mother was
right _there_...! If he had two working legs he'd have carried his
wife off to be ravaged in privacy. "_I_ need to see your daughter
immediately. Come back tomorrow!" He slid a hand up her bare leg and
thought he might just die as her hips pressed against his growing
erection.

There was further knocking and Humari's jaw set at her mother's
insistence. She half turned in Taril's lap, frustration from her
mother's continued interference and her voice actually rose in pitch.
"Go away, Mother! I'll see you in the morning!" She promptly turned
back to Taril and wiggled a bit, speaking softly and just for him,
"I'm trying to please my husband." She let her hand slip down to tug
at one of the laces of his trousers.

The answering voice as muffled. "See that you do, Humari!"

Humari ignored it, her attention focused on Taril as she pulled the
other lace. It wasn't so much that she lusted after him, though her
body definitely had its own needs. She wanted to please him and
knowing that he took pleasure in her body was enough to allow her to
be bold and offer it. And, she was finding that if she pressed against
him and rocked, it pleasured her as well. Perhaps...just maybe, she
could find a bit of pleasure while pleasing him too. Biting her lower
lip, she looked him in the eye, then slipped her hand into his
trousers, found what she sought and spoke softly again. "Like this?"

He groaned and momentarily forgot where they were. His fingers curled
and he unconsciously pulled her against him. "When-- yes. Humari..."

A decadent little thrill buzzed through her at the sense of power his
response offered. She could do this to him. Make him feel this way.
For someone who had never felt as though she had any sort of control,
it was heady and she liked it. A satisfied little smile played on her
mouth; this was even better than she had expected it to be. A new
sense of confidence swelled and before she pressed her mouth to his
again, she shifted her position.

Taril buried his face into her hair, lost in the scent and feel of
her. When had his wife gotten so bold? The dress, her mother at the
door, sex in their dining room-- he was gripping the edge of the table
for balance.

----

Humari slumped against Taril, limp and placid in his lap as she caught
her breath. Her gown was half on her, tangled around her arms and
waist as she rested her cheek on his shoulder. What happened had
stunned her; the intensity of it had been unexpected. In pleasing him,
he had pleased her as well and she hadn't been prepared for the
overwhelming nature of it. _That_ had certainly never happened before.
She felt so relaxed and replete that she wasn't certain that she could
move from her present position. She wasn't certain she wanted to move;
Taril was warm and one of her hands was still tangled in the hair at
the back of his neck. She gave a deep sigh and smiled against his
neck. It was the most comfortable she'd ever been in his presence and
she didn't want it to end.

Taril tightened his arm around her waist when he felt her shift a
little; he didn't want the moment to end any more than she did. They
were so often slightly wary in each other's company, and right now...
it felt right. When had his wife turned into the woman on his lap? Had
she always been this... passionate? It seemed odd that with her
tastes, she'd be so bold... but he certainly didn't mind it.

There was a soft murmur as he held her tighter, but it wasn't one of
complaint. Instead, Humari nestled closer, her face buried in Taril's
neck as a soft smile lifted her lips. She didn't have to ask if she
had pleased him, not this time. And he was holding her to him like he
hadn't before; it felt so nice...so right. She couldn't remember the
last time someone had held her like this. Her fingers softly stroked
the back of his neck as she considered that Torinya had given her
valuable advice about the dress. "Taril?" Her voice was a soft murmur.

He held her a moment longer before replying. "Yes?"

"Did I do alright?" She didn't move away, instead, seeming to burrow into
his warmth. Her voice was soft, hopeful. "I like this. Feeling like this."

He smiled and kissed her. "You did all right. And I'm glad you're
happy. I want you to be happy."

"It felt really good." That was almost a purr and her lips lifted as
his lips brushed against her. "I was afraid you wouldn't like me being
so forward. I wanted to please you." There was a little giggle,
followed by a wriggle of her hips. "I guess I did. And it _did_ make
me happy."

"Good." Taril was too happy himself to say too much more, so he kissed her
instead.

And he hoped that next time - since it sounded as if there would be a next
time - her mother wouldn't show up at the worst possible moment.

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