Captured by the Kerrs

Bathe? That meant going down and asking the servants to heat a cauldron of water to fill a tub. Hmmm... He could always say Alice felt grubby after the ride here and having slept in her day clothes, and wanted a bath in the privacy of her prison/chamber. But then he'd have to explain his own dishevelled appearance.

But he could always go down the back stairs and stop at the stables, spending a moment there. Coming in from the horses, no-one would question that he looked sweaty.

He explained this to her, then added. "We hiv tae get ye back tae yer room, first. Ye'll need tae put on at least somethin' an' sneak across the corridor. An' I'll tie the door handle shut wi' a rope so it looks like I'm still keepin' ye prisoner."
 
It seemed like a lot of effort for something as simple as a bath, but Alice was desperate to clean herself.
So even though she didnt like wearing the same dress yet again, she did slid it back on and allowed Callum to open the door.

Everything seemed silent and so they quickly sneaked back towards Alice's lonely chamber. They thought that nobody had seen them, but they were wrong. Little Rowenna had been making her round through the castle, looking for someone or something to play with. Having seen her brother with Alice she had wanted to follow them, but they looked in a hurry, so she just moved along.

"I think we managed.", Alice said, sitting down on the bench. She almost instantly wanted to shed her dirty dress again, but having nothing to change into she dealt with it. How much she wanted to bathe in scented water like she did at home, but that would be asking for too much.

"It is a shame that we cannot just bathe and sleep together openly...", she whispered, hugging Callum for a moment, before letting him go. She couldnt expect him to be with her at all times.
 
Callum managed to slip out and round to the main entrance again. His mother was in the kitchen and seemed to accept that he'd been out at the stables, though Rowena, who was testing the honey cakes, overheard and looked confused. She didn't pipe up to contradict him, though.

"Oh, an' Alice telt me she'd like a bath, if that's a' richt?" he asked.

"Oh aye," his mother replied. "Mary, get some water heatin' o'er the fire an' tak it up tae oor guest whan it's ready."

Callum thanked her and left the kitchen, sneaking a few honey cakes, which his mother pretended not to notice.

Getting back upstairs, he untied the handle of Alice's room and knocked.

"It's me, Callum," he called to her.
 
"Come in.", Alice called when she heard it was him. She was sitting on the bench, trying her best to arrange her hair again, which seemed impossible without a brush and a mirror.

"Did it work then?", she asked hopefully and a smile spread across her features when he told her that it did.
"Thank you so much. I really appreciate everything you are doing for me. Had I known that you would treat me like a princess I would have escaped from home much ealier.", she joked, patting the seat next to her so he would sit down.

She leaned her head against his shoulder, but then wrinkled her nose slightly. "You do smell of horses. I think you need the bath now far more than I do."

Even though the talk about the bath was forgotten the instant he held out a honey cake to her. She took a small bite and sighed in content.
"Mmm, those are good. My family only ever makes them for St. Michael. Its a delight to taste them earlier."
She took another bite, again sighing happily as if she was experiencing the pleasure of his fingers again.
 
Callum smiled at her comments. He held out the honey cake for her to take a bite, feeding it playfully to her, letting her lean forward for another mouthful and toying with her before granting her another nibble. Soon he was breaking the cake into morsels and placing them on the pads of his fingers for her to take into her mouth one at a time.

"So ye hae a bit o' a sweet tooth, dae ye, Alice?" he teased her.
 
Alice was gladly allowing him to feed her. Normally she would insist on her independence, but with him it was different.
When he asked her whether she was a sweet tooth she had to laugh.

"Oh aye.", she said, putting on an attempt at a scottish accent, but not to mock him, but as an endearment.

She leaned forward and took another bit of cake from one of his fingers, her lips brushing against his skin.

"So when you want to make me happy all you need is a warm scented bath and some sweet cakes.", she told him before moving to his next finger for the next bit. This was an unusual way to eat the honey cakes, but it was certainly more intimate and spicy and Alice enjoyed it a lot.
 
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"That would mak ye happier than fit we just did through there?" Callum queried, teasingly, pretending to be hurt and with-holding the last morsel of honey cake just out of her reach.

Just then there was a rap on the door and a voice called out, "It's Bessie. Ah've got the water fer Ma Lady's bath."

"Try tae look serious, please," Callum warned Alice, popping the last piece of honey cake between her sensual lips. "We dinna want the servants tae ken yet, in case word gets back tae yer folks."

He opened the door and Bessie came in with a wooden tub, followed by Jeannie with two large jugs of warm water. Jeannie poured the water into the tub then turned to Alice.

"We'll be back up wi' mair jugs in a mo, mistress Alice," the brunette said to her.

And indeed the pair were back within a few minutes, carrying towels and four more jugs which brought the water in the tub up to a respectable, if not luxurious, level.

They left the room, Jeannie standing at the door to hold it open for Callum.

"Well, Master Kerr, are ye no gonna leave the lady tae her ablutions in peace?" she asked, smirking, her eyes dancing with merriment.

Rowenna had been sitting with the servants, keen to show off her mended doll, and had let slip that she'd seen the pair leaving Callum's room, looking rather dishevelled, and now half the servants in the Kerr stronghold knew, or at least strongly suspected, that the pair were lovers.

Callum blushed furiously, at a loss for words.
 
"Let's call it a different kind of happiness.", Alice said, trying to get the last piece of cake, just as they were interrupted. She quickly swallowed the last morsel he pushed past her lips and put on her pouting face. To everyone they should still look like enemies after all.

The servant's words however broke her facade and all she could do was stare at the girl. So they knew! But how? They had sneaked around without beeing seen, hadnt they? Alice doubted that Lady Kerr would have allowed their secret to slip, so someone else would have seen them. The question was, who?

Alice bit her lip slightly, trying to keep her dignity.
"I think Lord Kerr will have to wait outside the door, should I try to use this moment to run.", she said, sending a quick glance at her lover. "He doesnt trust a Collingwood, you know? In his mind I might as well have seduced him just to open a window to run."

But no matter how much she tried to talk herself out of this situation, the smile one Jeannie's face remained and she even giggled. To her it was almost sweet how much the two were trying to deny it.

"Aye, of course. I havtae leave then and let Lord Kerr....make sure yer willnae run.", she said, emphasizing the last bit of the sentence, showing how little she believed this lie.

In this moment Alice just wanted her to go and leave her to her bath. It looked so inviting and she was eager to shed the dirty gown off and enter the warm water.
 
Callum noticed that Alice was looking uncomfortable.

"Go, go, ye cheeky wee creature," he said, shooing Jeannie away, shoving her backside when she didn't move fast enough. "Go fetch a spare gown fer Mistress Collingwood," he ordered her, "an' bring it back in aboot half an oor."

He stood outside the door, in the corridor, until the two sniggering maidservants had turned the corner, then opened the door a crack and whispered, "Alice, dae ye want me tae wait oot here, or come in?"
 
Alice had already started to shed her dirty gown when Callum called whether he was allowed inside.
"You may as well come in. There isnt much you havent seen of me.", she called back. There was no need for modesty after what they had shared.

She slipped out of her gown and undergarments and then move to sink into the warm water with a sigh. It felt delicious to take a bath after such a long time and wash out the dirt and sweat, but also the stains their lovemaking had left on her.

"This is divine...", she sighed, turning towards Callum. "Would it be indecent for a lady to ask her lover to scrub her back?", she asked with a smile, leaning a bit forward in the tub and brushing her long black hair aside, to reveal her back to him. Alice wasnt trying to seduce him, yet every move she seemed to make had an unintentional seductive touch to it.
 
Callum stepped into the room just in time to see Alice's clothes rustle to a pile around her feet, leaving her standing nude like a goddess. Before he'd been too wrapped up in the heat of passion to truly appreciate what a superb body she had, but now he drank her in with his eyes. When she walked, her hips swung alluringly and her breasts swayed slightly. When she stepped into the bath, her sex was briefly revealed to him, dark hair around lips still reddened from their enthusiastic lovemaking. He didn't care if it was shameful to watch her so - he couldn't have torn his eyes away from her naked form if his very soul depended on it.

The sigh she gave when she lowered herself into the water was so sensual that Callum couldn't help thinking of all the things he might do that would elicit more such sighs from her.

He was only broken from his erotic revery by the sound of her voice.

"Oh, aye, nae problem wi' that," he answered her. He picked up a cloth and a chunk of soft soap (made on the Kerr home farm from mutton fat, wood ash and soda) and started to rub down her smooth but firm back. Just touching her was heavenly, bringing a new sensuality to such a mundane thing as bathing.

He lifted her long black hair to wash the back of her neck, but her raven locks almost called out to him to be stroked and pampered.

"Let me wash yer hair too, Alice, please," he suggested.
 
Bathing had never been so nice. She loved the feel of his fingers on her back, not only washing, but also gently massaging her. From time to time she woud sigh happily whenever he touched just the right spot.

When he suggested to wash her hair as well she turned around, smiling brightly.
"Would you?", she asked, enthusiastic about the idea. "I'd love it if you did."
She moved a bit forward so that she could lean back enough for her raven locks to reach the water.
"The soap you have here smells quite nice.", she said, closing her eyes to allow the scent to fill her nostrils. It wasnt what she was used to from home, but still very pleasing.

"You are so gentle. Even when touching my hair. I almost think that you are scared to break me.", she pointed out with a small laugh after some minutes. She was far from being a breakable little thing, which is why the situation amused her so.
 
Callum cupped his hands to pour water over her long black hair, then soaped it and rubbed it between his palms. When she teased him about being gentle, he started to scrub her hair more briskly.

"So if I slipped intae yer room the nicht, ye'd like me tae be a wee bit rougher wi' ye?" he joked back, though to be truthful the idea of pinning her down and taking her hard and fast excited him.

He was rinsing down her black locks when there was a rap on the door and Jeannie walked in with a handful of clothes.

"Oh my!" she exclaimed in mock surprise, though she'd really been hoping to catch them together. But she didn't back out and instead went to place the clothing on the dressing table.

"These are some o' ma best Sunday claithes," she said. "Ye can borrow them whilst yer here."

"I really must fit that bloody bolt," Callum muttered.

"Aye, that ye shid," she replied, having heard his sotto voce comment. "If ye dinnae want folks tae come bargin' in whilst y've got her bent o'er the table like a mare!"

She giggled at that and Callum blused furiously.
 
Alice wanted to turn around and look at him, but it was impossible as he was busy washing her hair. He started applying more pressure, though it didnt feel any less pleasing.
"Im not asking you to hurt me, I just dont want you to think me fragile.", she explained herself. "Your touches dont need to be always so very soft."

Their little conversation was interrupted by Jeannie and Alice quickly sank deeper into the water to hide, though the situation was quite obvious.
"Thank you...for the gowns. I will make sure to repay you."

"A bonny silken gown wouldnae be bad.", Jeannie mused, obviously loving to tease them. "Though I bet yer willnae be needin many clothes when yer with Master Kerr.", she went on, causing Alice to blush as well.

Their discomfort made the young woman laugh and she shook her head.
"Yer beein like twa bairns caught stealin apples. Nae need tae be so embarrassed. I will keep all away from here, so yer may bathe in peace."

"Thank you...", Alice whispered, hoping the woman would now leave. She didnt mind showing her nude body to Callum, but having others stare at her was rather uncomfortable.

Jeannie however stopped at the door and looked at Callum.
"Shall we start to make clothes for a bairn then, Master Kerr? Its still months away, but its best tae be prepared." Another sentence purposely made to tease them further.
 
"Get oota here, ya cheeky quean," Callum replied. "Leave us tae oorselves, an' go find yersel' anither fella tae put a smile on yer face!"

"Very well, Master Kerr," she responded, cheekily sticking out her tongue before disappearing.

"Though ye dinna ken fit yer missin'," her voice floated round the door from further down the corridor.

Callum went to shut the door properly, then returned to rinse off Alice's hair.

"Sorry aboot that," he apologised. "Jeannie's been flirtin' at me fer years noo, tryin' tae tempt me. But nithin's happened atween us."

It was the truth. The most she'd ever managed was to grope his behind as they passed in the corridor, and just the one time to brush her hand across the front of his breeches. He'd brushed her off, but she'd featured in his nocturnal fantasies for several months afterwards.
 
When he finished rinsing her hair, Alice turned around to look at him.
"You dont need to justify yourself. I dont care if she was your lover in the past or not. As long as I have you all to myself from now on all your previous affairs dont interest me.", she told him honestly, but at the same time also very seriously.

A moment later however a smile lit up her face again and she nodded towards the door.
"She seems like a cheeky woman however. I am sure that by this evening everyone here will know about us."
Alice was a woman herself and knew that some gossip was impossible to contain and the servants seemed to live for the juciest news.

Slowly Alice rose from the tub, the water dripping down her hair and her gorgeous body. She was revealing herself completely to him now, her hair not hiding her nipples and no shift in the way.
"Would you pass me the sheet?", she asked, nodding towards a white linen fabric that Jeannie had brought for her to dry herself with.
She watched him stand ther for a moment longer, just staring at her as if hypnotized.
"Callum? The sheet...Im getting a bit cold.", she called to him again with a laugh.
 
Callum was spellbound by Alice's body, superbly sculpted and dripping wet.

"Oh, aye," he muttered, blushing, as he realised he'd let her stand there long enough for her nipples to harden with the cold and for her to start to shiver.

"There ye go," he added, taking the large sheet and draping it around her, patting it against her back and buttocks to dry her.
 
Alice lifted her hands, allowing Callum to place the sheet around her body.
"Will you help me dry?", she asked. Actually she had wanted to do it herself, but the moments she had felt his hands on her back and butt, she wanted to feel him all over again.

She turned around, looking at him as she helped him guide his hands over her stomach and then upwards towards her breasts. From there she left him to explore further on his own.
She tore her gaze away from him, starting to follow his hands with her eyes instead. Her body was tingling all over, not just because of the cold, but also because of the sensation his hands brought to her.
"My neck is still wet.", she murmured to him and tilted her head slightly backwards for him to have easier access to her long milky white neck. She was playing with her sensuality without even being fully conscious of it. But the moment felt good, almost magical.
 
Callum rubbed Alice's stomach dry with the sheet, then let her guide his hands up over her breasts. Even though he'd felt them bare less than an hour ago, it was especially erotic to rub and massage them through the material, brushing and rolling the nipples as he passed over them, feeling their hardness against the soft swell of her.

When she leaned her head he kissed a line up her neck to nibble at her ears, normally hidden under her long black hair. She almost purred with satisfaction as he kissed and fondled her.

He worked her into a sensual haze, one hand sliding down to rub her mound through the material, enjoying the feel of her writhing to his touch.

But then a playfulness overcame him and he tweaked one nipple quite firmly, looking into her eyes and grinning cheekily as she reacted.
 
A series of content sighs was escaping Alice's lips. She had expected him to rub her dry with the sheet and not kiss the droplets away from her neck all the way up to her earlobe. They were both getting quite lost in passion again and Alice didnt seem to mind one bit. In fact, she was loving it.

When Callum suddenly gave her nipple a rather firm tweak, she gasped as the sudden hard stimulation sent a jolt through her body. Her eyes darted to his and upon seeing his grin she herself had to grin too.
"You cheeky bastard.", she said fondly. "Surprising a lady so when she wasnt expecting anything of the like." Still, her face showed how much she loved it and she even leaned forward placing a kiss on the left side of his lip.
"Do it again...", she whispered against his skin, offering herself to him.

She could feel his own excitement and arousal rising in sync with hers and she loved to see her own lust reflected in his eyes.
"We need a bolt for this door.", she told him. "So that we can have our privacy."
 
Callum looked round at the door, expecting someone to come through it, but it still hung unmoving, slightly ajar. He walked over and closed it, jamming a chair under the handle at an angle to wedge it shut.

"So, where were we?" he asked retorically as he took hold of her again. "Oh, aye, here," he replied to himself as he took hold of Alice's other nipple through the sheet, pinching it and pulling it, tugging her breast into a point.
 
Alice was glad when the door was finally secured, leaving them in perfect privacy.
When he returned to her, she pressed her lips against his as he played with her nipples. Even though it also hurt ever so slightly, the pleasure was far stronger, causing her to moan into the kiss.

When Alice felt him harden against her thigh one of her hands reached downards, pressing her open palm against his buldge over his kilt. She was still new to passion, but her body and instinct seemed to guide her well and soon she started to rub her hand up and down. Alice loved feeling his hard cock under the palm of her hand, but it would be so much better to feel him without the fabric in the way. Still, she wanted to take things slow, not allowing pleasure to overwhelm her so easily. She slowed her movements further to prolong the pleasure not just for him, but also for herself.
 
Callum tensed as Alice stroked his cock through the woollen cloth of his kilt. She was turning out to be quite uninhibited in showing her desires, and he really liked that. To have such a beautiful, intelligent, sensible yet passionate woman wanting to be his wife was more than he could ever have wished for.

The water looked like it was getting cold, so he helped her out and led her across the floor to a wolf-skin fur rug.

"Why don't ye mak yersel' comfy on that, Alice," he suggested, desire flickering in his eyes.
 
Alice gladly followed him to the rug and made herself comfortable. Still, she extended her arms towards him invitingly.
"Join me. Im still cold", she called to him. She wanted to be in his arms, with him as close to her as he had been before when they had been in his bedroom together.

Alice was in fact burning with desire for him, just as much as he was for her. It was crazy how much they wanted each other again so shortly after their last union.

When Callum came down to her on the rug, Alice practially wrapped her entire body around him, her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips, bringing them into a ver intimate position. Just what Alice really wanted.

"Callum...", she whispered. "Make love to me again. Please."
 
How could he resist? The woman he loved was naked beneath him, her legs holding him tight, his erect cock pressed against her belly and her breasts against his chest. It would only need him to reach down... like so... lift his hips a little... angle his cock towards her sex... and push down. Then he'd be inside her, where he already felt he belonged.

So that is what he did, gazing into her eyes with a mixture of love and lust as he performed each step.

He breathed out when he was inside her - a long slow sigh.

"Oh, Alice!" he moaned.
 
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