More Influence Than Proper
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Bree, Nici
Date Posted: 3rd July 2005
Characters: Badia, Fielton
Description: Fielton finds his wife distracted when he joins her and they discuss her visit to the Hold as he ponders just how much influence she has on him.
Location: Vintner Hall
Date: month 6, day 27 of Turn 3
Notes: Follows the 'In Stitches' series :-)
"Ouch!" Badia stuck her finger in her mouth and glared at the simple piece of muslin in her lap. Now that she'd lied to not only Fielton and Lady Enriline about knowing at least _something_ about sewing, she was shell bent on trying it so she could at least _fake_ it well. If she and Lindria were going to pretend to sew this sampler, she _had_ to!
Badia, injured or not, was stubborn by nature. So, when Fielton came home after a day's work, he found his wife bent over her muslin in extreme concentration, needle held like a weapon. The sewing kit was a mess of threads around her feet and she'd been so absorbed in her task that the small hearthfire that was always merrily going, had gone down to mere ambers.
The change in temperature was obvious enough that Fielton ignored his frustrated wife and spent a few moments building up the fire again. Once it was burning strongly enough to satisfy him, he sat down in a chair across from Badia and started to pull his boots off. "What are you doing there? Sewing something?"
"Trying to!" She stuck her finger in her mouth to staunch the blood from another 'oops' and watched to make sure he set his boots next to the hearth and just not *anywhere* as had been his habit. It was high time she started asserting herself with him as well! As he dropped the boots next to his chair, her eyes narrowed, just a tad.
Reaching out, Fielton tugged at her hand and examined her injured finger. "Why do you keep poking yourself?"
"Because the needle hates me obviously," she replied dryly, watching him kiss the finger. Okay, maybe she could forgive the boots again, just this once...
"The needle doesn't have feelings," Fielton replied absently, picking up her other hand as well and rubbing them both. Obviously whatever she'd been trying to do, she'd been at it a while... and he wasn't sure why, in any case. "If you want something sewn, we have people who can do it for you."
"Yes, well, Ladies at the Hold sew and if I'm to make the acquaintance of them, I should at least be familiar with that particular task." She'd appeal to his desire to move upwards in rank instead of his practical side. "Lady Enriline was particularly impressed with the project her daughter and I suggested," she said smugly. She suspected Lady Enriline would be less impressed with how the project turned _out_, however...
Fielton smiled at her, just as pleased as she'd hoped he'd be. "Well, then, I suppose you can spend some time on it. Lady Enriline is a fine woman, and if she says it's something you should be doing, than I'll believe her. But there's no reason you can't ask one of the women in the Hall for some help... we've got plenty who know how to sew. Miryene was teaching the girls."
"Was she now..." Badia wondered if he really know what the fosterwoman did or if he was just guessing. She set her sewing items into the basket and sighed, slipping onto his lap "That was _exhausting_, Fielton." She kicked out her leg, knocking over his boot. "You should put those near the hearth or next to the door, husband..."
He blinked at her in confusion, unsure why she was discussing boots while in his lap. "If I put them next to the door, I'll just need to bring them back here in the morning when I want to put them back on."
She smiled. "I _did_ give the hearth as an alternative, Fielton..." She brushed her lips across his brow. "Besides, in winter they'll be nice and warm if you place them there..."
"I suppose..." Fielton slid his hands down to her waist and pulled her a little closer. "I hate having cold feet in the morning, and it's only going to get colder here."
"So see, I'm being perfectly reasonable. It's for your your own good..." And, she'd not trip over the bloody things anymore! She let her lips brush against his. "I like my husband comfortable..."
He cut her words off with a kiss that showed her just how much he appreciated those sentiments. When he decided that she'd been suitably thanked for her kindness, he pulled back and smiled at her. "Did you do anything else today besides sew?" See? He could take an interest in what she did with her time... and it was far easier to do with her snuggled into his lap.
"Hmm...." She let her finger brush along his tunic. "Visiting the Hold was rather exhausting so I spent most of the day working on my sewing. Did you have a productive day?" She got one of his stays undone and slid her hand inside the cloth, her voice slightly breathless.
They were going to be late for dinner. But he'd been a good Hallmaster and stayed in his office for the entire day, so he certainly deserved it. He let one hand drift up her body and echoed her gesture, undoing just enough to let his fingers trace along the bottom of her collarbone. "Yes," he replied, trying to keep his voice even. "A very productive day... and my new Hallsecond has been helping out with quite a few things."
"Wonderful....more time for you and for us," She replied, brushing her lips along his forehead.
He caught her lips to his again, slipping his hands into her hair and cradling her head. Having her in his lap was not conducive to slow idle kisses... not when he'd spent a day thinking about her.
She returned the kiss, surprised that after a day of poking her fingers to a pulp, one kiss could make her want him so. There were some things about her marriage that she had to work on and rectify--this was _not_ one of them!
He pulled back and stared at her as he tried to decide what to do next. The Masters were expecting him for dinner, and he _had_ promised them he'd bring Badia to eat with them and their wives. But fastening her dress up again and leading her to dinner was not seeming as appealing as it had been a few minutes ago.
"Fielton?" She let her sore fingers brush against his lips and leaned forward to rest against his shoulder, her body moving against his, sensitive to his arousal. "Is something wrong, husband?"
"We're supposed to go to dinner soon," he replied, his hands sliding down her back to settle on her hips, not sure if he wanted to guide her movements or still them. "I find myself amazingly uninterested, even though I promised earlier."
She nodded soberly and slipped away, only to return to straddle him. "I would hate for you to disappoint in that case. But late is better than....absent, is it not?" Her hands might be ungraceful with thread and needle, but they were rather skillful when it came to his trousers...
As he clutched at her hips, it occurred to Fielton that his wife might have more influence on him than was entirely proper. The thought didn't last long, however, before it was lost in far more pleasant pursuits.
Last updated on the August 17th 2005