Ghis (closed)

"There's always talk aroun' town tha' people 'ave seen 'er, caught a glimpse of those purple scales under th'surface. Lot o' older folks believe she'll come out fer some particular occasion, but hell if I remember what it is." He rose from her side, glancing out the window in the direction of the loch. "It'd certainly be good t'have a dragon if any trouble comes aroun'. Even just drakes from th' mainland would be quite a help some days. Y'never did tell me why y'stuck to horses rather'n takin' on drakes too. Y'know they're the fastest running beasts th'werefolk 'ave ever tamed. An' no one's ever seen one in th'isles."
 
"Drakes are temperamental." Annie said with a laugh. "I have enough trouble with my warhorses. I don't need another stubborn creature living in my stable."

She had lived horses from the first time her Da had let her ride in Phearson. Her love was unmatched by anyone else on the isles, save her uncle Ashien. Her stable rivaled his now and he regularly bought steeds and mares for the king of England's guard from her.

"I know I'm a princess of Inverness but I like my little life as a breeder. I don't think there is anything else I would rather do."
 
"Fer th'sake of Henry's men an' my own, I don't think there's anything th'rest of us would rather 'ave you do," Brogan smiled down at her. "Now... I'd better get goin' soon, else someone's gonna come lookin' for me. Probably Sam an' Rho if anyone." He came to kiss her forehead. "You get plenty o' rest, love."
 
"I love you, Da." Annie said as he kissed her forehead. "I'll bring Danny over in the morning for breakfast. I know how you like to see him as much as possible."
 
"Jus' don't tire herself out too much, love." Brogan murmured, knowing she wasn't feeling too well. "G'night, Annie." He left her side then to return to the keep and to Julia. He found her just as she'd put Ashelin and Heather to bed, and he drew her close for a kiss. "Evenin', milady."
 
"My lord." Julia said with a joking smile on her face as she kissed his cheek. "Ashelin and Heather have changed so much since we've been gone. Soon, they'll be too big for me to hug and cuddle with."
 
"But then they'll be big enough t' chase around after an' keep out o' trouble jus' like their siblings, aye?" Brogan's arm wrapped about her waist as they walked toward their room. "We're gonna have another Kate an' Ciaran on our 'ands, far as I can tell. One good as gold an' the other nothin' but trouble, but too sweet t'get angry with."
 
"I don't know if I can handle having two Kate's in my life." Julia teased as he walked them towards their room. "One is enough to turn me grey before my time. Two will certainly put us both in the ground far before we're ready."
 
"Nah. Annie wants me t'make it to one-hundred, but ye've got t'be there with me," Brogan opened up the door for her, shutting it with his heel behind them before laying his belts and blade across the mantle as he always had. "Feels good t'be home, much as I enjoyed Inverlochly," he murmured, staring into the flames of the hearth.
 
"Well, I suppose we'll have to do our best to fulfill Annie's wishes." Julia said as she moved to change into her nightgown.

Her husband was an old soul, even if he didn't want to admit it. He enjoyed simple things like his family and his home, even though they traveled from time to time. He loved his mother, his siblings, and his children as fiercely as she had ever seen.

"It does feel good. I've realized just how much the children mean to me and what I do in my life. It'll be very boring around here as they each head off on their own adventures."
 
Just before she could slip on the nightgown, Brogan stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms about her waist. Pressing a kiss just below her ear, he murmured, "I'll try my best t'keep it from gettin' boring, love."
 
Julia smiled as he wrapped his broad arms around her waist, kissing her throat as he promised to never be boring. She turned her head to the side and pressed her lips against his own, letting out a soft hum of happiness at simply being held by her husband.

"And I'll try my best to keep you from getting boring." Julia said with a soft murmur, laughing at the look that crossed his features. "Face it, love. You are as old at heart as any of us."
 
"Old's a state o' mind," he insisted with a grin, stealing her nightgown from her hands before she could put it on. "An' by tha' reckoning... You've been older'n me ever since Kate came along. 'Specially when I 'elped 'er with 'er pranks."
 
"Someone has to be the voice of reason in this family." Julia said, watching as he stole her nightgown away and left her naked in the middle of their bedroom. "Brogan Ingvar Ghis...give me my clothing back. You had more than enough time with me at Inverlochly."
 
"Since when d'you use my middle name?" Brogan asked with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. He tossed her nightgown aside onto the bed and came to let his hands rest on her hips. "An' more importantly... don' y'know by now tha' I can't keep my hands off you?"
 
"Ever since your Ma told me what it was." Julia said with a grin as he tossed her nightgown out of her reach and rested his large hands on her hips. "She told me to use it to the best of my advantage."

She leaned in, kissing him gently as he told her that he could keep his hands off her. He certainly knew how to make her feel special and cherished, no matter what the circumstance was. Brogan had grown softer towards her as he aged and much more open about things. Perhaps that's why the made such a good couple.
 
Brogan scooped her up off her feet in the middle of their kiss, grinning at her like a mischievous boy. It was easy to see where Sam and Rho and Kate got their trouble-making streak from when Brogan was relaxed and happy. "Now... what t'do with you..."
 
Julia grinned at Brogan as he swept her off her feet, asking her what they should do with her. She knew whatever she suggested, he would have entirely different plans.

"I'll leave that decision up to you, my lord." Julia murmured in a deep voice, kissing her husband again as he grinned like a boy that was ready for mischief.
 
"You make it too easy, Julia." Setting her down on the edge of their bed, he knelt before her to begin exploring her skin with both hands and kisses. His obsession with her skin had grown every day since the first time they made love, especially as they grew older and he liked to take his time.
 
Julia let out a content sigh as he explored her body with his hands and his lips. She lay back and enjoyed his attentions, her hands settling on his broad shoulders first and then curling into his thick hair. It might have held a little more grey than it had in the early days of their marriage, but he was still the most handsome man that she had ever seen.
 
When her fingers tangled in his long hair, Brogan smiled softly to himself and drifted down until he pressed kisses over her thighs and below her waist. His thick, warm tongue soon lapped gently at her seam, seeking her pleasure and his own enjoyment at seeing it.
 
"Brogan..." She whimpered as his tongue started to trace along her intimate flesh, loving her so intimately. "Oh, love."

Her legs were soon draped over his shoulders, her fingers tugging in his thick locks as he pleased her in a way that only he knew how. He could make her see stars in a matter of moments, but that evening he seemed to want to take it slow.
 
Soon his tongue came to trace circles around her clit before slipping into her entrance as he began to devour her in his own sweet time. He didn't linger too terribly long before rising to his feet, tossing aside his tunic and boots. He leaned down over her, his lips making slow love to her skin about her throat and shoulders while he unbuttoned his trousers and the head of his hard shaft pressed to her seam. "Julia..." he murmured with a soft groan when he pushed slowly into her core, and he let out a quiet breath when he was seated fully against her hips. Nearly twenty years and the feeling was still exhilarating.
 
Whenever Brogan made love to her, Julia was transported back to the moment they first explored one another as husband and wife. He was young and eager and she was frightened. All of those emotions were gone, replaced with love for the man that absolutely adored her.

She wrapped her arms around him, welcoming him as he speared her on his hard shaft. She let out a moan, her head turning to kiss him passionately as he made slow, burning love to her.
 
Brogan let out a soft moan himself when she kissed him, delving deeper into her welcoming body until he rocked her slowly against their bed, any thoughts of haste lost and replaced by the need for a slow-burning pleasure which he was all too glad to give and receive.
 
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