barefootgirl69
Wild Little Cupcake
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Moira lay in his arms, her heart still pounding wildly in her chest, wisps of hair still plastered to her face as she tried to calm her breathing. No one had ever told her that it would be so amazing! She had heard the whispers of lady’s in waiting, she had heard giggles of the maids as they spoke of coupling with others, but no one had told her that she would never want something like this to end.
Once her body calmed, she could feel a chill on her backside and it made her shiver. She tried to snuggle a little closer to Aravir. Her husband. She was truly his now in name and deed. She blushed as she thought of how she had wantonly begged him not to stop, how she had called his name. What must he think of her? At the moment, it seemed that he had not heard her, for he said nothing against her.
“Aravir? Are you sleeping? Would you mind terribly if we moved beneath the blankets?” Moira whispered into his chest, her mouth next to him. He hadn’t moved at all, and she didn’t wish to wake him, so she lay quietly and thought about what would be taking place tomorrow. He had mentioned leaving, though she didn’t see how they would be able to go so quickly. Then again, he was the one who was familiar with going to and fro to war, and she would trust him, as she had when she made the bargain with him.
Sighing, she thought about her father. Soon, news would reach him, and he would be told of the treaty that had been made with Nordenheim. Would he be pleased? What if he were still too ill to understand? Moira knew that the advisors could not be trusted, and she just as concerned about her duplicitous cousin. She had hated leaving the kingdom in their hands as she attended to her father’s wishes. Now, she didn’t know when she would return. If she’d ever return. What would her father say when he was informed of her marriage? Stifling a cry, Moira wondered if he were even well again.
Once her body calmed, she could feel a chill on her backside and it made her shiver. She tried to snuggle a little closer to Aravir. Her husband. She was truly his now in name and deed. She blushed as she thought of how she had wantonly begged him not to stop, how she had called his name. What must he think of her? At the moment, it seemed that he had not heard her, for he said nothing against her.
“Aravir? Are you sleeping? Would you mind terribly if we moved beneath the blankets?” Moira whispered into his chest, her mouth next to him. He hadn’t moved at all, and she didn’t wish to wake him, so she lay quietly and thought about what would be taking place tomorrow. He had mentioned leaving, though she didn’t see how they would be able to go so quickly. Then again, he was the one who was familiar with going to and fro to war, and she would trust him, as she had when she made the bargain with him.
Sighing, she thought about her father. Soon, news would reach him, and he would be told of the treaty that had been made with Nordenheim. Would he be pleased? What if he were still too ill to understand? Moira knew that the advisors could not be trusted, and she just as concerned about her duplicitous cousin. She had hated leaving the kingdom in their hands as she attended to her father’s wishes. Now, she didn’t know when she would return. If she’d ever return. What would her father say when he was informed of her marriage? Stifling a cry, Moira wondered if he were even well again.
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