An Intimate Private Dinner

Writers: Miriah, Suzee
Date Posted: 23rd May 2013

Characters: Loella, Karhal
Description: Loella and Karhal move a little more forward
Location: Amber Hills Hold
Date: month 1, day 5 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: Zelanka, Zathris

Loella

Karhal

This time dinner had been more private than the dining hall and Loella
helped him clear the dishes from the table.

"That was very good," she said brightly.

Placing the dishes in the sink, to soak, Karhal nodded in agreement.
"You can thank Zelanka's cook." His lips lifted. "Apparently, the entire
kitchens are on your side and there's wagers being made as to how
quickly you can drag me to Zathris with a chain on my leg." He chuckled
softly, having taken the teasing by the staff with good grace.

She laughed at the joke though she could tell there was more than a
little peique behind it. "We won't tell them I put fur on the inside."

He noted the tone behind the laugh and paused before he rinsed a
plate. "If you don't like it, I can tell them to stop. They mean well."

"No, it's okay." She walked up beside him and picked up a towel. She
wasn't one to sit around while someone else worked. "Hopefully they'll
get off your back soon."

"Off my back?" He stopped and turned to her. "It doesn't bother me,
Loella." He put down the dish in the sink and leaned against it, his
brow furrowed. " But it looks like it bothers you. What's wrong?"

She didn't really know how to put it into words so she thought a
moment as she dried the dish. "I don't know," She set the dish on the
counter. "We're courting.." she made a small hand gesture, "but...
well." She got a little frustrated and threw the towel over her
shoulder as she turned to face him. "I've told you how I feel, but you
haven't even tried to kiss me. They've always tried to kiss me." On
the last she turned to grab another plate from the rack to dry.

There was a moment of silence and then a soft, almost reflective
voice. "I see..." There was a surge of relief in him. Her father had
been wrong. That relief was quickly replaced by mental cheer from his
long repressed libido as he reached over to pluck the plate from her
hand, put it down and then spun her to face him.

He didn't give her a chance to say anything else. Bending, one hand
slipped to the back of her neck and the other on her cheek as he
brought his lips to hers. What was meant to be a light brush of the
lips became something more hungry than he intended, Though still
tender, the light nibbling on her lower lip encouraged her to open to
him.

It seemed the last muttered words had barely left her mouth when
things happened so fast it made her mind reel. His lips burned hers
with a heat she hadn't expected. Her mind exalted and after the first
shock wore off she wrapped her own arms around him. Her own mouth
responded to his while the nibbling drove her mad.

He had heard of feeling sparks when kissing, but had never lent it
much credence until now. The moment she responded to him, it felt as
though he'd been punched in the gut with pure electricity. There was a
soft gasp, then a low groan before he stooped, easily picked her up
and spun to set her on the counter next to the sink. There was a
clatter of dishes that he ignored in favor of continuing the hungry
kisses. He was more than ready to clutch her closer when the thought
came to him that her kisses, though sweet and thrilling, were
inexperienced. It brought him to a stop, especially when he realized
that both of his hands were clutching a deliciously curved rump.
Pulling his mouth away slowly and with more than a little regret, let
go of her and just stared at her face.

Flutters in her stomach region and lower down told her that something
was supposed to happen though she didn't know quite what. HIs reaction
and her own left her breathless. When he picked her up and put her on
the counter she couldn't help but feel his hands like they were going
to burn through her dress. She was a little disoriented when he drew
back and her closed eyes opened in confusion. Had she done something
wrong?

Seeing her confusion, Karhal brushed her cheek softly with the backs
of his fingers and exhaled, trying to get himself back under control.
"I had to slow down, sweetheart." His fingers trailed to her mouth and
his brows knit slightly as his eyes followed them. "So beautiful." He
cleared his throat and returned his gaze to hers before standing up
straighter and taking a slow breath. "I guess I'm going to have be
careful about that." His lips lifted in a smile, but his eyes remained
more than a little heated. "But as far as I'm concerned, you'll be
getting plenty of kisses from now on."

She looked into his eyes and could see the truth in his words but she
blushed when he called her beautiful. She'd felt invisible for so long
that when he looked at her like this. Her eyes sparkled her happiness
back at him when he stood. She said simply, "promise?"

He bent again to carefully brush his lips against hers, then lifted
her hand to lay on his cheek as he pulled away. His voice was husky,
"Loella, anytime you want a kiss, you can have one, as long as I'm not
on duty and with someone. And I'll probably steal a few when you're
not expecting it." His lips lifted and he turned his head to kiss her
palm. "But next time, if you're upset or needing something, tell me
before it weighs on you. This is new to me."

"Alright," she whispered with a trembling smile. "I'll tell you." She
nodded as she felt the prickles on the side of his face. "Maybe you
could shave?"

He blinked, then there was a soft choke before Karhal gave in to an
honest burst of laughter. "I'll do that. Here, let me help you down."
Picking her up easily, he set her feet down on the floor and tucked a
strand of her hair behind her ears. "Now, you should go home before I
decide to put you back up there." His eyes were warm. "I don't want
your father stringing me up just yet."

Just the act of picking her up and tucking stray hair behind her ear
was almost at intimate as their kiss had been. No one had done that
since she was small. Such a small thing it was that made her feel
cared for. She was certain she'd much rather stay and find out what
else he might teach her but she nodded and turned to the peg that held
her cloak. "I don't want father stringing you up either. But I'd have
to tell him I liked it... very much."

There was a long exhale. "Loella, you're not making it easier for me
to let you leave saying things like that." Karhal took her cloak and
wrapped it around her shoulders. "You're lucky he trusts me, else
you'd not be able to eat dinner with me alone like we do." He didn't
want to betray that trust, but Loella's response to him pulled at a
more primal need and he had to fight it, for her own sake.

She accepted the cloak and pulled it closed. "Oh? I'm supposed to make
it easy?" She moved toward the door and as she pulled it open she
grinned over her shoulder. "And here I thought I was supposed to make
it hard."

Laughter floated on the air behind her as she darted out the door to
run across the square toward her parents house.

As he watched her run away, Karhal stifled a groan and leaned against
his door frame. **You have no idea....**

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