The Exarch & the Errand Girl Ch. 12

"Oh—hells," he gasped. Again, that deep, animal moan pierced his throat, and Rouran moaned in response. Yvain tensed and Rouran felt his whole body seem to throb as he pulsed inside her. She framed his face with her hands, pulling him up, staring into his eyes as he came, his mouth open, his own gaze glassy in return.

Finally, the sounds he was making lost their urgency, and he gasped, collapsing onto her, both of them resting on the bed, kissing softly as they descended from the heights.

Rouran could not have said how long they lay where they were before there was a sharp knock and then the door burst open.

A host of Guards stumbled into the room, led by Sergeant Marjov. Rouran tried to cover herself, but Yvain had kicked the sheets off onto the floor long ago, and merely attempting to reach for them exposed herself to the mob more. The Guards cheered just at the sight of her and Yvain, and she blushed in spite of the deep wish she had that she could disappear into the bed itself.

"What are you bastards doing?" said Yvain. To Rouran's chagrin, he had a smile on his face to match theirs.

"Well, we were here to invite you to a bit of fun, but it looks like you found your own, Wair," laughed Marjov. He ran a roving eye over Rouran's form as Yvain threw his legs over the side of the bed and sat up, denying her even the cover of his body.

"What kind of fun?" asked Yvain.

"A drink!" said Marjov. "Thirsty work saving the city, I figure."

He looked again at Rouran.

"Thirsty work in here as well, I suppose," he said.

"All right, well, you've invited me, fuck off then," said Yvain.

"All right, all right, testy. I'd think you'd be in a better mood, considering," said Marjov. He turned around and pressed his arms out wide, blocking the other Guards from pushing deeper into the room.

"Push off lads, nothing to see here, just Sergeant Yvain's giant golden cock."

The Guards retreated, muttering a variety of rude comments and taking note of Rouran's body. Marjov was last out of the door.

"If you change your mind, we'll be at the usual place, toasting your victories," he said.

"Get out of here!" shouted Yvain, picking up a boot and hurling it at his head.

"Sorry," he said, when they were gone at last. "I should have locked the door."

"Not the worst idea," said Rouran. She glanced at him as he sat, staring at the door.

"You want to go," she said. It was not a question.

"No, of course not," he said.

"It doesn't put me off," she said. "They're your friends."

"I see them all the time."

"But you want to see them this time."

He searched her eyes.

"I'm not judging you, you know, Yvain," said Rouran. "I should be getting back to Lord Ked anyhow."

She climbed out of the bed, considering whether to try and put her clothes on while keeping her new boots on, or taking them off first, then putting them back on again.

"You're not just saying this?" he asked.

She looked over at him and smiled, then walked over to where he sat. She took his hand, and brought it up to her breast, guiding him until he was thumbing the nipple, hefting the rest of her soft flesh in his hand.

"Yvain, we're not married," she said, stretching a little, letting him lift her other breast as well. "As I understand Vashili custom, that means we're not accountable to one another. So if you truly wish to go...go."

She felt him give her breasts a soft squeeze.

"I would stay here, if you wanted me to," he said.

"I won't hold you prisoner to my will. And I need to return to Lord Ked," she said. "I have other things to do."

She could still see the indecision in his eyes, and he fixed her with a sheepish look.

"It will only be a few drinks," he said.

She laughed.

"I won't wait here, Yvain. But I may choose to see you again."

He let his hands travel down her bare sides until he caught her hands.

"Soon?" he asked.

"Soon," she promised.