gypsy camp

Thomas:

He knew she was right, at least partly. But this must go both ways, it wasn't of his will alone that they had mated. He stepped out of the water and came up behind Ria. He laid his hands on her still bare shoulders before she could go any further. She turned to meet his eyes. She could see the heart wrenching cofusion he felt in them. Before she could say a thing he pressed his lips to hers. He refused to believe that it was he alone that had taken last night to heart.
 
mysteria

my entire bodiy goes stiff my lips frozen as his lips press mine i'm shocked unable to kiss him back. i gently push him away hoping i don't offend him as i pull my blouse over my head and pull hair out of shirt and lace blouse up pulling on a corset/vest lacing it tight trying to focus on something else as breasts are pushed up and forward against thin material of my blouse.

"call it fate then," i huskily whisper my past with roberto flashing in front of eyes, our nights days our shared life, our dreams and hopes making me cry.
 
Thomas:

Thomas let go of Ria and watched her wordlessly as she dressed. "Fate? What did fate have to do with last night..." He asked, his heart tossing about on a wild sea of emotions. His voice was very nearly about to break with that emotion.
 
An Owl

An Owl from high in the tree hoots its mournful cry.

Launching itself on silent wings it glides over the couple at the stream edge. Its moon shadow passes over them.
 
mysteria

"fate, you coming by gyspy tent. Getting your fortune told, seeing you that night when I was dancing. You needed something, I needed something. We both got what we wanted."
I turn and glance at you once more biting lip, as I see emotions raging in your eyes. "I need to talk with Terra a bit the camp fires are that way," pointing west biting lip as you probably know that since you have spied on us. spied, my mind thinks over and over as I rush to find Terra.

"Terra, I want to know two things. Am I with child and secondly is my father alive?"

she pulls out her pack of Tarot cards and I shuffle them, I draw one at random the three of pentacles, and flip the top card the page of swords.
 
Terra

Mysteria said:
"Terra, I want to know two things. Am I with child and secondly is my father alive?"

She pulls out her pack of Tarot cards and I shuffle them, I draw one at random the Three of Pentacles, and flip the top card the Prince of Swords.

A shadow crosses my face as I look at the Three of Pentacles laid before me. I look up to Mysti with a grave face.

"The child thou barest requires the participation of it's father. The Three of Pentacles means the building of those opposites previously met. If not all interested parties put forth a great effort in it's development your child will be weakened, and my not live long. Many obstacles may arise, but concerted effort can overcome them. It is vital that everyone involved is concerned."

Closing my eyes, I pick up the Prince of Swords and hold it to my heart. Chanting under my breath a moment, a vision comes to me.....and a smile steals over my face.

"Ye father is a mild philosopher. He knows not of your existance. He genuinely enjoys sharing ideas and mingling with people of different cultures and kinds. He is a teacher, and yearns to learn and absorb new outlooks. He is not a suppressor.

He was crushed by your mothers reasoning they could not co-exist, for he tends to love the world, rather than to focus on individuals. He would have made an ideal partner for your free-spirited mother, but she could not see this. Their widely varied background blinded ye's mother's eyes."

I came out of the trance with a start.

"Yes, thou father ist very much alive."
 
mysteria

my hand lays protectively over my abdomen, "i see," my mind was spinning, "the child needs at least one grandparent who will love him/her." I whisper, my eyes sad as it was not roberto's child I carried. "thank you terra, I will try to insure my child's survival." I take a deep breath, "now one more day in town, I think i should stay with Thomas. Thanks again." I hug her hiding my tears, i had never considered a long term relationship with Thomas I had given my heart once and was tormented by it still. It would be simple to fool him he was naive, by time I told him of child he'd be bond to me. It hurt to use him but I had no choice for my child's sake.
 
Thomas:

Thomas had gone to the camp fires and was warming himself as he huddled down. He dwelt on Ria. He felt passion for her, tenderness, even... Even love he though... But she made it clear her feelings. He was not so neive to have not seen that it was a night soley for passion now. His stomach tightened as he realised the implications of their mating.
 
mysteria

i steeled myself to go to him. i wasn't prepared, i had simple thought once i had child that would be end of it, and now.

i found him huddled by camp fire and I sat next to him. "you will share my wagon," i softly state, "I have some clothing to make you blend in," i bit lip thining of roberto's clothing, i had neatly packed them away unable to get rid of them. Thomas was bit wider in shoulders and slightly taller but the same build. I went and collected tw bowls of stew and brought them back letting him realize what he's done by joining us.
 
Thomas:

Thomas couldn't bring himself to speak as Ria came back to him. He watched her and his eyes showed his feelings, his worries. After he had eaten he confronted her. "Ria, fate may have brought us together but we did the rest. Tell me why did you... Bed me?"
 
mysteria

"i don't recall a bed," i chuckle softly gazing into fire then seeing your discomfurt i swallow and holding cup in my hands. "i wanted you to need me as much as you needed to want me." i look at you once more, my fingers brushing his smooth cheek. "i know i was your first," i smile softly, "i wish i hadn't rushed you, but i wasn't sure how long you'd last or if you would be there when i woke up."
 
Thomas:

Blushing at her comment Thomas let go of her. He smiled for a second as thoughts of last night flashed through his mind. "Though last night has past... You still share your wagon with me?" He asks as he sets down, looking up at her while brushing his hair back.
 
mysteia

i almost told him i had no choice. "do you.....wish to sleep alone?" i felt rejected, he didn't want me anymore. my child. i stood feeling terrible for what i had done. and all for nothing if he didn't stay. if he dind't want this child. i looked up at sky and waited for his answer.
 
Thomas:

Standing once more, the indesiciveness of his actions almost comical. Standing, sitting, then standing once more... He took Ria in his arms quickly. "No, I do not want to sleep alone... If you will have me in your bed I will stay... Even... even without your love..." He said, almost choking on the last few words.
 
mysteria

"love?" i ask amazed at tremble of his words, i hadn't expected him to place so much emotional attachemnt int that first time. "how can you possibly love me, you barely know me." i softly kissed him on cheek, "my wagon is this way," taking his hand as i lead him to my wagon painted in bright violets and turquoise swirling over the surface.
 
Thomas:

Even though he greeted the life he had set foot on this night with open arms and a happy heart he had still been taught as a christian. Sex was something not taken so lightly in the world he knew and his mind wared against his heart in this matter as Ria guided him to her vardo.

If the night they had shared was an empty one why did he feel so strongly for her?
 
"are you okay Thomas?" turning to you biting lip as i see you had indeed placed a lot on that night of amazing passion. i sighed men so easily confused good sex with emotions. i thought of roberto, he ahd been shy too played guita his music worming tis way to my heart. i brushed away a tear as i oepn up the wagon
 
Thomas:

"I'm fine Ria..." He said as the two of them entered her trailer. He stood in the doorway. "Ria... I want you to talk to me... Please... I want to know about your past..." He breathed.
 
"i was born a gypsy, my older brother has settled down and farms, my mother died shortly after my birth, gypsies raised me and i've never wanted another way of life. what else do you wish to know?" sitting on bed patting spot next to me
 
Thomas:

Taking the offered seat Thomas looked at her with a nod. "Well... Everything I guess... If you are willing to tell me... I can tell you about my life but I have a feeling you already know most of it..." As he sat he looked about the room for the first time and a sence of deep mourning struck him. It was nothing visible in the room, only a sence of many long lonely nights.
 
mysteria

the conversation was going all wrong and i slowly kissed him and leaned him over lying him down on bed. "honey my past is in the past, part of gypsy life is living for the moment, and at this moment. I want you, I promise to be more patient this time." licking over his neck unding the shirt deftly undoing the laces of my vest leaving just my thin peasant blouse between our skin
 
Thomas:

Almost giving in again to Ria's sweet sexuallity Thomas caught her shoulders. The feeling of sorrow in the room out weighing his lust for her. "Ria..." He groaned, his emotions twisted far beyond his ability to cope with them.
He wanted her, she could sence that but he wanted her for more than she could give. His heart was dangerously close to splitting in two. The sight of her atop him in her flimsy chemise the darker skin of her nipples visable in the dim candle light of the room made Thomas's loins burn with hunger but if he gave into her how deeply would he have to suppress his feelings just to be able to breath in her presance!
 
mysteria

"please," i huskily ask licking downward undoing his shirt licking downward gently tracing around one nipple flicking it slowly with my tongue before lazily moving to the other sucking it gently. i needed him to want me. i needed to be reassured of my desireability that despite my pregnancy and sorrows i was still sexy.
 
Thomas:

Groaning, Thomas gave in to sweet defeat. His hands grasped her hips, only the thinnest of fabrics separated them now. He nuzzled up against one of her breasts, tonguing her nipple through her chemise, soaking the fabric with his mouth. No more words were spoken, only the ocassional moaned plea for the focus of one anothers burning desires.
 
moaning as he suckles removing skirts and his pants until just the thing blouse is seperating us his mouth surroounding nipple sucking large are of skin through the thin cotton. i shiver kneeling over him taking time, one hand inside me other playing with him wanting to show him every sensual pleasure but i'm soon drowning in my own neeed and insert him into me hips moving slowly, hair tumbling over shoulders as i sit up riding him my hands running up to play with his lovely hard nipples
 
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