Of the Fells

"Something new?" Valentina asked, panting slightly as he kissed the underside of her jaw heatedly.

His fingers were sure as he worked the buttons free from her shirt, her belt soon falling beside them as he pulled that free as well.

"What could you possibly want to teach me?" She asked him as she felt his hardness pressing against the cradle of her hips, letting her know just how much he wanted her.
 
"Plenty," Theo chuckled, "But only a little at a time..." He threw aside his own tunic and her shirt, letting his lips descend to her bare shoulders while his fingers caught the edge of her pants and began to slide them away after her boots.
 
Valentina was in awe with how quickly Theo could have her naked. It made her shiver as those large hands skimmed over her clothes until they simply disappeared. Lifting her chin, she let him kiss and suckle at her shoulders and throat, helpless whimpers issuing from her lips as she became his willing student in the art of passion.
 
Theo adored her little sounds, smiling to himself at her whimpers. "C'mere, love," he murmured, lifting her up onto her hands and knees so he could show her a new position. He drew her up with her back to his chest, pressing against her tightly from behind while one hand cupped a full breast, his lips continued to trace over her skin, and his opposite hand drifted down to skim over her seam when he pulled that hand back to unbutton his trousers and his hard length began to press to her entrance, it felt almost a little animal-like.
 
"Oh!" Valentina exclaimed as she was pulled back against his chest, his large hand cupping her breast before he started to press his hard length into her from behind.

It felt a little naughty, she thought to herself. Being made love to on the middle of a beautiful glen, she couldn't think of anywhere else she would rather be. Her hand rose to cup his own, helping him to massage her breast as her other hand slipped back to grip his strong hip.
 
With a quiet grunt and groan of pleasure, Theo began slowly pumping into her from behind, his hand falling to where hers lay on his hip, encouraging her with a whisper, "Move with me, darlin'." The softness of his voice and the way he held her so close told her just how he needed her in that moment.
 
Valentina shivered at the dark sound of his voice, the passion and want showing clear as he encouraged her to move with him. She let out a moan, her hips moving back against his thrusting shaft. Small whimpers and coos left her lips at the delightful sensation of being made love to. He was always so gentle with her and willing to teach her patiently. It warmed her heart completely.
 
Once she got used to moving with him, Theo picked up his pace a bit, rocking her steadily while an arm wrapped tightly around her waist and the other hand drifted between her thighs to her little pearled bud, massaging around and over it in time with his thrusts. He whispered soft encouragement in between his hungry kisses, telling her how well she was doing. His grunts and quiet groans told her just how he enjoyed her.
 
Valentina seemed to hang there with Theo's arms anchoring her. One was thick around her waist, pulling her securely against his chest. The other was drifting over her budded clit, demanding her pleasure as she flexed her hips in time with his thrusts. Her cries of pleasure grew louder, his words of encouragement melting her heart.

"Theo, stop. I don't want this to be over so soon." She begged him in a frantic voice, her pleasure quickly upon her.
 
Theo smiled against her throat, and he decided that this time, he wasn't going to listen. "But I wanna hear you moan, Val... When you give in. I'll make love t'you all night if y'like," he whispered in a husky, lustful voice. His gentle massaging became just a little firmer and so did his deep strokes, driving her to her climax.
 
Valentina knew she wasn't going to receive mercy as Theo pressed against her clit with firm motions, his hips slapping against her bottom with long, deep strokes. Soon she was crying out, her voice echoing around them as she came. It was a warm wet rush, her body bucking in his sure grasp as she road the waves of her pleasure that came upon her like a violent storm.
 
Theo slowed to feel and watch her climax rush and wash over her, and he smiled to himself before finally pulling back with a quiet groan, his seed spilling into the grass beneath them. He laid Valentina back in the clover and leaned down to kiss her with the warmth and adoration she'd become so familiar with in the gentle man.
 
When her back touched the clover, she let out a sigh as he kissed her warmly. Valentina reached up to cup his cheeks, pulling him into the moment with love and adoration. She loved Theo deeply and she was happy that she was there with him in that magical place.

"Are you sure you're happy, mi amore?" Valentina whispered softly. "I need you to be happy. It means so much to me."
 
"Happy as can be," Theo returned in a soft rumbling murmur with an adoring smile. "Gods, I love you." He stole another deep and warm long kiss. "I love what we 'ave... I love yer beautiful body, but no' nearly as much as I love yer spirit." He told her what most men were taught to keep to themselves, and he gave her the softness that most men were told never to show.
 
Valentina actually blushed and smiled shyly as he admitted that he liked her spirit. Ashelin and her Ma had always earned her that one day a man might come along that wanted to changed her. It seemed that Theo had no interest in doing any of that.

"I love you too, Theo." she murmured in a soft voice.
 
"I'm glad," he smiled, "else this'd be a tough relationship." He kissed her once more and touched her cheek with a light caress. "What say you, we head back before it gets too dark 'r cold, an' I'll keep you all t'myself tonight?"
 
"If you love me like you just did, I'll stay with you forever." Valentina said with a smile as he caresses her cheek so gently. "I might even let you cook me a nice dinner too. Something we can only eat in the fells."
 
"Let me, aye?" He chuckled and rose, picking her up to set her on her feet. But he took a moment to look over her body once more, smiling to himself. "Beauty..." He murmured, pressing close to kiss her once more.
 
"Of course I'll let you." Valentina said as he was suddenly pressing close again, kissing her with a passion that made her shiver from her head to her toes. "Papa can cook as well as Chessie but you'll find that's one thing I did not inherit from him. I would burn water if you let me try."
 
"Fer all yer skill with herbs an' medicine, y'can't cook?" He laughed. "Well, yer in luck, because I love t'cook." He helped her dress before he fixed his own clothing and they headed back to the little house. On their way he stopped by the market and picked up a few things before the vendors closed down. Upon their return, he began preparing dinner right away. Valentina had never seen him cook before, but he proved to be very quick with a knife and able to cook several things at once without issue. Perhaps it was one of the reasons that he got on so well with Chessie.
 
Valentina watched him with an interest as he moved and cooked in the kitchen. He was sure and quick and left her completely in awe of what he could do.

"I can brew an herbal tea to treat your ailments but I don't know my way around a kitchen." Valentina said as she kissed Theo's cheek. "Perhaps that's why I'm so keen to keep you around...Theobald."
 
"Y'start with tha' an' I'll start callin' you Miss Val again," he warned her playfully, turning to steal a kiss. "But I guess it's better'n Ruari."
 
"I like Ruari. It tells me that your mother loved tradition." Valentina said with a smile as Theo stole a kiss from her. "My Ma named me Lucina after my Gran. And Ashien Vincent after Ashelin and Papa. And Kayla Skye after our great-Gran and the place where she was born. It all weaves a web.""
 
"You wanna talk about a web, what if I told you I'm th' ninth Theobald in a line?" He chuckled softly. "It's been a tradition, one I really don' understand much, but apparently th'first Theobald was a Norman, one of just a couple t'join the Celtic people here, an' he kept th'name going. Named one son Theo an' when th'lad died in battle, he had another son jus' t'name 'im Theo an' make sure it went on. Irons, no' so much. It's actually a name I chose fer myself when I came of age. Used t'be Blackwell because my Grandpa was English.
 
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"So, you're telling me that our son will be Theobald too?" Valentina said with a soft laugh. "As long as I get to name the lasses, I think we might have a deal."

"Papa and my Uncle Van chose their own name too. They didn't have a good relationship with their father and when my Nonna remarried, they took his name as their own. He was a good man. I met him a few times when I was little. He was from France." Valentina told him, wrapping him in a tight hug just because she felt the need to.

"What were your daughters' names?" She asked him softly.
 
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