Weston and Yasmin walked arm and arm back to his sweet. She was excited, riding high on the exhilaration of her remarkable performance. He was intoxicated by her happiness, quickly they entered the room; locking the door behind and began their celebration in earnest.
Weston hurried to the chest that carried his vintages; he pulled one of his better wines and poured two glasses. Yamsin accepted one smiling coyly and curling into a large plush chair. She delicately sipped her wine as she watched Weston reach up and unstrap his breast plate, then his shoulder grieves, arm plates and so on. She was mesmerised in watching his skilled hands carefully unclasp the buckles and gently place the equipment on the nearby armour wrack. Still excited from her performance she scooped up her loot and began to strum a few chords, instantly she saw a grin shoot across the face of her large companions face. She strummed a few more chords, striking up a soft scintillating tune, one that could (and did) make a man’s blood burn hot.
When the Knights task was at last completed he took a long pull from his own glass and lightly strode across the room; scooping up his beautiful bard and eliciting a cry of shock and excitement from her. He carried her to the large bed as she squealed and squirmed.
“Put me down you big oaf!” she chided playfully.
“As you wish” was his only reply as he unceremoniously tossed her onto the bed, she landed lightly rolling back to her feet on the far side.
“You dropped me?” she accused, unable to hide her ear to ear grin
“Yes” he said crawling onto the far side of the bed
“I won’t be some harlot to be left behind when you feel it’s time to ride on to the next town”
“I would never leave you behind” he joked back. To that he received a solid THWACK as a feathered pillow smacked him in the face. He chuckled continuing forward
“A Challenge Then!” he declared as he watched the slender red headed beauty expertly wield her pillow a wry grin rose to her face
“Surrender now good sir,” she said pointing her pillow like a sword “…and I may let you live” she accentuated the ‘may’, drawing it out as if she hadn’t decided one way or the other.
“I’m sorry me lady, My honour demands I stand and fight” he said mock solemnity as he picked up his own pillow and tested its heft. She didn’t wait but squealed what a mouse might consider a war cry as she dove across the bed summersaulting perfectly and once again smacking the knight squarely in the face. His glass of wine was knocked from his hand causing the crystal glass to shatter on the floor. A small pool of red quickly formed near the crystal shards staining the old wooden floor, and one of Master Kal’tha’mars shirts. She looked at him with a moment of guilt for breaking his crystal; she received a pillow to the side for her trouble, and was quickly tackled onto the bed. She giggled as she managed to control their momentum, ending up on top.
“Tsk Tsk, aren’t you supposed to defend my honour Sir Knight?” she asked in an almost serious tone. He sat up lifting her up with him as if she weighed no more than the pillow she had wielded. He pulled her up as he stood to his feet lifting her fully off the ground.
“I’m afraid the lady is a lost cause” he said in a deep voice as he leaned towards her and kissed her passionately. Yasmin was quickly lost in the kiss and found her legs wrapping around her knight. Her fingers worked dexterously to untie his shirt as the knight staggered backwards under the force of her passionate onslaught. He fell backwards onto the bed, as she continued to kiss him. His hands reached down pulling off her sandals and flipping her over, as she pulled of his shirt.
Time blurred as they tumbled about the room disrobing one another. The fury of a passion that could be contained no longer raged throughout the evening and room as the two lovers shared deeply of one another. As the dawn neared the two at last found rest wrapped profoundly in one another’s arms. Just before sleep found them the knight whispered into his beautiful bards ears
“You are no harlot, and I am for you, completely” his moustache tickled her neck as he sealed his promise with a kiss below the ear. Yasmin smiled as she snuggled in closer, a comforting grin spread across her face, for the first time, in a very long time, she felt safe, and happy.