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Acanthus #20, Transparent #2, Yellow Submarine #17
Name: kay_brooke
Story: The Eighth Saimar
Colors: Acanthus #20 (candlestick), Transparent #2 (breath), Yellow Submarine #17 (the long and winding road that leads to your door will never disappear)
Styles/Supplies: n/a
Word Count: 982
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; no standard warnings apply.
Summary: Enovi and Quinn.
Note: Constructive criticism is welcome, either through comments or PM.
Enovi waited until the moon had set, its silver light shrinking away until all she could see through her window was a black patch of sky beset with a few dim stars that faded in and out as clouds passed under them. Then she grabbed her bedside candle holder and padded to the door, putting her ear against it and listening carefully until she could make out the soft snores of her chambermaid. Smiling, she slipped an overcoat on over her dressing gown and opened the door.
The fire in the outer chamber had burned to barely more than a red glow of embers within the ashes of the logs. It was enough light to see her to the outer door, however, and then she was in the hallway, also lit with a few low-burning torches. She made her way down the hall and around the corner until she was within sight of the entrance to a servants’ corridor. She had not brought a flint for her candle, so she stopped briefly to carefully light it with a torch. The servants’ corridors were only meant to be used when the palace was awake, and thus were not lit at night.
The entrance was behind a thick tapestry, partly to keep in the warmth and partly to hide the opening of the lesser hallway. Enovi shrugged past it and stilled as a sudden noise came from the main hallway, the soft thump of leather boots on stone. A patrol making his way up the staircase from the front hall, most likely. Enovi waited. She used her hand to block the flame from the candle as much as she could, though the tapestry was large and thick enough that the timid light would be impossible to notice. She could take no chances. She waited until the footsteps passed the tapestry and continued without pause down the hallway.
Breathing out slowly, she resumed her walk down the corridor. She soon came to a small alcove, a little place in the hall where the servants could store things for a short time. It was also mostly covered with a heavy tapestry, but not enough to hide that there was a light coming from the alcove. She pushed the tapestry aside, her heart beating hard in excitement.
Quinn was there already, lying on a thick stack of blankets, propped up on his arms and facing her.
“You made it,” Enovi whispered, even as he held her arms out to her. She fell into them, sinking into the soft, fur-lined blankets and Quinn’s warm embrace.
“Did you doubt me?” he teased, tapping the end of her nose with his finger.
“I couldn’t have expected you to know the palace so well.”
“You gave very clear directions.”
She snuggled deeper into him, breathing in his scent: pine trees, slow-burning logs, the tangy soap her father had brought in from Ayst for guest use. “You are sure no one saw you?”
“Your father hardly has guards on me.” Quinn rolled over onto his back, stretching like a cat against the blankets, leaving Enovi feeling a little cold and alone. She followed him, placing her head on his chest as he started stroking her hair.
“But the patrols, and your own serving men--”
Quinn put his finger against her lips. “Sweet little one, they all sleep peacefully and in ignorance. This is hardly the first time I’ve given my servants the slip.”
“So you have snuck out before to meet women?” Enovi sat up and raised one eyebrow in mock consternation.
“None so beautiful as you, my lady.”
“How salacious,” Enovi said, her voice as close to a purr as she could make it. “I’m astonished you haven’t gained a reputation.”
“As you can see, I am very good at sneaking.” Quinn sat up and grasped her between his hands. “As for salacious...” He slipped off her untied overcoat. One hand started working at the buttons on her dressing gown.
“So bold,” said Enovi, but the end of her sentence was lost in a moan as his lips fell upon her neck, then moved to her jaw, and then to her mouth. He wore only an undershirt and breeches, and her hand slipped under the silky fabric to slide up his warm back as he succeeded in undoing the top half of her buttons.
Pushing the dressing gown down over her shoulders, his kissing continued unabated while his hand found her breast and cupped it. He rolled the nipple between two long fingers and she shuddered, digging her fingers into his back. He laughed against her throat, sending vibrations straight down into her belly.
“You must be very quiet,” he whispered into her ear, before taking the lobe between his teeth.
She tried not to make a sound, but it turned out to be very difficult.
When it was over and they both lay naked and sated on the blankets, Enovi said, “How long will you remain at the palace?”
Quinn sighed. “Not long. I am here officially, but the unrest in Setten--”
“Oh, don’t talk about politics,” said Enovi. “I have my tutor for that.”
“Are you off to meet him in a dark corner before the night is out?”
Enovi slapped his arm. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
He smiled. “I understand. Politics is so boring. But I have my duties, and my people to look after. It wouldn’t do to be seen as neglecting them by lingering in Untoreld.”
“How long?” Enovi asked again, because he hadn’t properly answered the first time.
“I am scheduled to depart in three days.”
She pouted. “So soon?”
“I’m sure I’ll find some excuse to return,” he said. “Until then...” He pulled her over on top of him. “We’ll just have to make use of the time we have. Does that sound like a good idea?”
“A very good idea,” said Enovi.
kay_brookeStory: The Eighth Saimar
Colors: Acanthus #20 (candlestick), Transparent #2 (breath), Yellow Submarine #17 (the long and winding road that leads to your door will never disappear)
Styles/Supplies: n/a
Word Count: 982
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; no standard warnings apply.
Summary: Enovi and Quinn.
Note: Constructive criticism is welcome, either through comments or PM.
Enovi waited until the moon had set, its silver light shrinking away until all she could see through her window was a black patch of sky beset with a few dim stars that faded in and out as clouds passed under them. Then she grabbed her bedside candle holder and padded to the door, putting her ear against it and listening carefully until she could make out the soft snores of her chambermaid. Smiling, she slipped an overcoat on over her dressing gown and opened the door.
The fire in the outer chamber had burned to barely more than a red glow of embers within the ashes of the logs. It was enough light to see her to the outer door, however, and then she was in the hallway, also lit with a few low-burning torches. She made her way down the hall and around the corner until she was within sight of the entrance to a servants’ corridor. She had not brought a flint for her candle, so she stopped briefly to carefully light it with a torch. The servants’ corridors were only meant to be used when the palace was awake, and thus were not lit at night.
The entrance was behind a thick tapestry, partly to keep in the warmth and partly to hide the opening of the lesser hallway. Enovi shrugged past it and stilled as a sudden noise came from the main hallway, the soft thump of leather boots on stone. A patrol making his way up the staircase from the front hall, most likely. Enovi waited. She used her hand to block the flame from the candle as much as she could, though the tapestry was large and thick enough that the timid light would be impossible to notice. She could take no chances. She waited until the footsteps passed the tapestry and continued without pause down the hallway.
Breathing out slowly, she resumed her walk down the corridor. She soon came to a small alcove, a little place in the hall where the servants could store things for a short time. It was also mostly covered with a heavy tapestry, but not enough to hide that there was a light coming from the alcove. She pushed the tapestry aside, her heart beating hard in excitement.
Quinn was there already, lying on a thick stack of blankets, propped up on his arms and facing her.
“You made it,” Enovi whispered, even as he held her arms out to her. She fell into them, sinking into the soft, fur-lined blankets and Quinn’s warm embrace.
“Did you doubt me?” he teased, tapping the end of her nose with his finger.
“I couldn’t have expected you to know the palace so well.”
“You gave very clear directions.”
She snuggled deeper into him, breathing in his scent: pine trees, slow-burning logs, the tangy soap her father had brought in from Ayst for guest use. “You are sure no one saw you?”
“Your father hardly has guards on me.” Quinn rolled over onto his back, stretching like a cat against the blankets, leaving Enovi feeling a little cold and alone. She followed him, placing her head on his chest as he started stroking her hair.
“But the patrols, and your own serving men--”
Quinn put his finger against her lips. “Sweet little one, they all sleep peacefully and in ignorance. This is hardly the first time I’ve given my servants the slip.”
“So you have snuck out before to meet women?” Enovi sat up and raised one eyebrow in mock consternation.
“None so beautiful as you, my lady.”
“How salacious,” Enovi said, her voice as close to a purr as she could make it. “I’m astonished you haven’t gained a reputation.”
“As you can see, I am very good at sneaking.” Quinn sat up and grasped her between his hands. “As for salacious...” He slipped off her untied overcoat. One hand started working at the buttons on her dressing gown.
“So bold,” said Enovi, but the end of her sentence was lost in a moan as his lips fell upon her neck, then moved to her jaw, and then to her mouth. He wore only an undershirt and breeches, and her hand slipped under the silky fabric to slide up his warm back as he succeeded in undoing the top half of her buttons.
Pushing the dressing gown down over her shoulders, his kissing continued unabated while his hand found her breast and cupped it. He rolled the nipple between two long fingers and she shuddered, digging her fingers into his back. He laughed against her throat, sending vibrations straight down into her belly.
“You must be very quiet,” he whispered into her ear, before taking the lobe between his teeth.
She tried not to make a sound, but it turned out to be very difficult.
When it was over and they both lay naked and sated on the blankets, Enovi said, “How long will you remain at the palace?”
Quinn sighed. “Not long. I am here officially, but the unrest in Setten--”
“Oh, don’t talk about politics,” said Enovi. “I have my tutor for that.”
“Are you off to meet him in a dark corner before the night is out?”
Enovi slapped his arm. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
He smiled. “I understand. Politics is so boring. But I have my duties, and my people to look after. It wouldn’t do to be seen as neglecting them by lingering in Untoreld.”
“How long?” Enovi asked again, because he hadn’t properly answered the first time.
“I am scheduled to depart in three days.”
She pouted. “So soon?”
“I’m sure I’ll find some excuse to return,” he said. “Until then...” He pulled her over on top of him. “We’ll just have to make use of the time we have. Does that sound like a good idea?”
“A very good idea,” said Enovi.
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