Post by Lisa on Apr 5, 2010 14:02:41 GMT 10
Title: The Language of Lovers
Rating: PG-13
Length: 440 words
Character: Wyldon
Summary: Kel gives Wyldon lessons.
Note: the Yamani language is, of course, based off of Japanese. Any poor grammar is mine, not Kel’s.
“Are you ready to try again?” she asked, her voice low. She was clad only in a blue cotton shirt. It fell well above her knees, at that, and made him think of a hundred things he wanted to do to her. But there was only one thing on Keladry’s mind. “Hajimemas***e,” she said.
“Pleased to meet you.”
“Nemui desu.”
“I feel sleepy.”
“Not bad.” She got up from the bed, searching for her clothes.
“Teach me more,” he requested.
“I was once told that an old dog couldn’t be taught new tricks.”
“I’m fairly certain I debunked that myth last night.”
She smiled, her dreamy eyes filled with mischief. “Etchi wa sotchi!”
“What does that mean?”
“I called you dirty-minded.”
“It’s not fair if you insult me in the Yamani tongue.”
“Who said it was an insult?”
“How do I tell you I like you?” he asked softly, smiling slightly.
“Suki da.”
“And if I like you a lot?”
She pulled on her loincloth. “Daisuki da.”
“And if I –”
“Ais***eru ya,” she interrupted, grinning. “That’s how you say you love someone.”
He sounded it out slowly, liking the feel of the words on his tongue and teeth.
“I don’t understand why you’re so intent on learning Yamani now,” she said, buttoning her breeches.
“Because I’ve been informed that several knights will be traveling with the Crown Prince and Princess in the spring, and I thought it would be an interesting trip. I’m certain you’ve already been asked, yes?”
She nodded. “Shinko insisted.”
He wasn’t sure what to think of her being on such close terms with a member of the Royal Family.
“So, you want to go, too?” she asked, smiling shyly for the first time he could recall in their eight months of… whatever it was they were doing.
“Hai,” he affirmed.
“Then I’ll certainly keep teaching you the language, if you continue teaching me.”
“Teaching you what?” He was certain that he’d taught Keladry every martial skill he’d ever learned.
“Those delightful bedroom tricks,” she replied, and kissed him sensually.
“It seems a shame,” he said, pulling her back down to the bed, “that you bothered to get dressed at all if I’m merely going to remove everything again.”
“The least I can do is help,” she replied with a giggle, yanking the shirt off. “Hitotsu no geno wa kes***e jubun de wa nai.”
“What does that mean?” His hand slid beneath her breastband and his lips found her neck.
“One language is never enough,” she replied. Anything she wanted to say after that was lost in moans and gasps, with the occasional purr of pleasure.