Post by Lisa on Jul 23, 2011 23:35:35 GMT 10
Title: Honeymoon
Rating: R
Pairing: Kara/Halef Seif
Event: 500 Word Dash
Word Count: 500
Summary: honeymoon: “The first month after marriage, when there is nothing but tenderness and pleasure" (Samuel Johnson)
Note: Special thanks to Rosie, who beta-read and helped with titles and fell in love with these two as I did. ♥
She slipped into the cool spring water, fighting the urge to purr with pleasure. It had been three days since they’d left the Bloody Hawk, and this first chance to bathe was sweet relief.
“I thought you were going to refresh our water supply.” Halef’s voice was rich and low, and led Kara to open her eyes. He was crouched on the bank, his expression wry as the goatskin containers dangled from his hand.
“I will,” she answered. “I couldn’t resist one nice soak, though. Maybe you should join me.”
Her intention was not lost on him. In the time it took for her to lean her head back and wet her hair, his clothes were removed and he had joined her in the water, the waterskins already long forgotten. “It’s nice, isn’t it?” she asked.
“Very nice.” His arms snaked around her and he pulled their bodies closer together. She had learned, in the last four days, how much she liked the feeling of his skin against hers; now she discovered the incomparable sensation of wet skin. He kissed the droplets of water from her neck, and she wound her arms around him.
Their lips met in a kiss, different from the first hesitant, exploratory kisses upon their marriage. Their love had begun so tenderly and fearfully that it seemed strange that they could now be more forceful, lovingly nip and bite and soothe, crush themselves so close – so impossibly close – that she could gasp from a lack of air. She ran fingers through his dark hair, deepening the kiss. Sometimes she felt that the world spun as she kissed Halef, and sometimes it seemed as though it stood still, everything on hold until she had her fill of him.
She laughed when he swept her off her feet, picking her up and carrying her to the shore. Instead of dropping down to the ground near the water’s edge, though, he carried her directly into their tent. “No one would have come by,” she pointed out, when he placed her gently on their shared bedroll.
“When we are done,” he said, his voice low and raspy, “we will be worn to exhaustion, and will want to fall asleep where we lie.” He took her hand in hers and kissed her knuckles, his lips soft against the henna tattoos from her wedding celebration. “What do the symbols mean?”
“Beauty,” she answered. She liked how dark and hot his eyes were when he gazed up at her; it was like being able to read his thoughts – he did not believe she needed to request this blessing. “And Luck. Always useful for a new wife. And this one is for health, so our life together will be long, and full of babies and happiness.”
“We should get on to that, shouldn’t we?” His eyes crinkled deeply at the corners when he smiled, and it filled her with joy to know that she would make that happen for the rest of their lives.
Rating: R
Pairing: Kara/Halef Seif
Event: 500 Word Dash
Word Count: 500
Summary: honeymoon: “The first month after marriage, when there is nothing but tenderness and pleasure" (Samuel Johnson)
Note: Special thanks to Rosie, who beta-read and helped with titles and fell in love with these two as I did. ♥
She slipped into the cool spring water, fighting the urge to purr with pleasure. It had been three days since they’d left the Bloody Hawk, and this first chance to bathe was sweet relief.
“I thought you were going to refresh our water supply.” Halef’s voice was rich and low, and led Kara to open her eyes. He was crouched on the bank, his expression wry as the goatskin containers dangled from his hand.
“I will,” she answered. “I couldn’t resist one nice soak, though. Maybe you should join me.”
Her intention was not lost on him. In the time it took for her to lean her head back and wet her hair, his clothes were removed and he had joined her in the water, the waterskins already long forgotten. “It’s nice, isn’t it?” she asked.
“Very nice.” His arms snaked around her and he pulled their bodies closer together. She had learned, in the last four days, how much she liked the feeling of his skin against hers; now she discovered the incomparable sensation of wet skin. He kissed the droplets of water from her neck, and she wound her arms around him.
Their lips met in a kiss, different from the first hesitant, exploratory kisses upon their marriage. Their love had begun so tenderly and fearfully that it seemed strange that they could now be more forceful, lovingly nip and bite and soothe, crush themselves so close – so impossibly close – that she could gasp from a lack of air. She ran fingers through his dark hair, deepening the kiss. Sometimes she felt that the world spun as she kissed Halef, and sometimes it seemed as though it stood still, everything on hold until she had her fill of him.
She laughed when he swept her off her feet, picking her up and carrying her to the shore. Instead of dropping down to the ground near the water’s edge, though, he carried her directly into their tent. “No one would have come by,” she pointed out, when he placed her gently on their shared bedroll.
“When we are done,” he said, his voice low and raspy, “we will be worn to exhaustion, and will want to fall asleep where we lie.” He took her hand in hers and kissed her knuckles, his lips soft against the henna tattoos from her wedding celebration. “What do the symbols mean?”
“Beauty,” she answered. She liked how dark and hot his eyes were when he gazed up at her; it was like being able to read his thoughts – he did not believe she needed to request this blessing. “And Luck. Always useful for a new wife. And this one is for health, so our life together will be long, and full of babies and happiness.”
“We should get on to that, shouldn’t we?” His eyes crinkled deeply at the corners when he smiled, and it filled her with joy to know that she would make that happen for the rest of their lives.