[size=9](Taken from live play between Shai and Kruger)[/size]
The journal sat before him on the table, it had been some time since he had it out last. The quill in his hand had hit the inkwell once and the quiet scritches could be heard in the room. Shai was half listened for, the rest of his mind focused through the nib on the quill.
Belglade yearns to be finished she practically trembles in anticipation and complains when progress is halted because of darkness or a problem much like this afternoon. One of the bolsters on the balcony had sunk into the earth after the rain. It came down on the scaffold striking Antonio on the hand. He'll be fine but I sent him and his brothers away to get him to the healers. I would say he has at least one broken bone in there.
Leaving the front door of the house open as she finally came inside, it had begun to rain earlier but as hot as it was, Shai had remained in the garden, finally finishing up the repotting. "Mon amour, are you upstairs?" Called out as the smack of her barefeet could be heard along the tiled floor, but she wasn't going up quite yet. Fractionally chilled, but a sweaty mess nonethless. "Do you need anything?" Voice reaching from the kitchen.
His head came up at the sound of her voice, a small grin creeping onto his lips as she strode on by him. "In the dining room Shai. Is there any lemonade left?" He turned back to the page before him, and concentrated on what he was intending to say.
The foundation is strong, but there are a few places that need to be sealed properly. This is problematic in the rainy season. In fact the season seems to have gone on longer than usual this year. I wonder if that is significant. The cost on some of these issues though is mind boggling...I have done my best to keep costs down. Doing much of the work myself has helped but for something of that nature I need men who know their business. I want it done right, so I will ask around for....Noises in the kitchen attracted his attention.
The glass of lemonade had just been sipped from and dark eyes landed on the empty container. A grin to that, as well to the fact she hadn't seen him there chalked up to the lateness of the day and shadows. "Mhm, yes....nice and cold in fact..." About to pour half into another glass, she thought that to be ridiculous and made her way into the living room. Somehow, someway, as sweaty and dirty as she was, grace was maintained as it seeped from her pores and she carried a half grin aimed directly at him. "You were hiding from me, mon amour...in the darkest of corners...just waiting....to pounce..." A thousand possibilities, they seemed to dance along every one of them and the glass handed to him there. "I am going to take a bath...I smell like....well, I smell..." More of an importance to leave him to his dealings in private.
He blinked a few times at that grin, he wanted to know what was behind it. Wanted even more to deepen it, to draw it out into other places. He took the glass from her hand, making sure touch was given in the passing. A raised finger, a long soft stroke and a deepening smile for her. "I wasn't hiding love; the darkness was the result of your absence." He sipped at the liquid, satisfied with the tartness of it and savoring the coolness. He set it down and reached for her arm in an attempt to get her to sit in his lap. "Mon amour you could never smell so bad I wouldn't want to..." he let his words trail off knowing she would understand where he was trying to go.
When he smiled, Shai reached to him, thumb pad giving the spot beneath his eye a caress that was becoming almost a ritual between them. It was part of him, more so than perhaps either of them realized as a whole. He catching her off guard at times, the things he said to her embedded so deeply. His attempt a success, she sunk not only into his lap, but her arms were instantly slinking around his neck, lips finding her spot along his jaw line. "I believe we could each hide in the farthest depths of the woods, blind folded, in the dark of night....and be able to find one another. Our draw to one another being strong enough to surpass anything..." Her whisper holding so many levels of all her words entailed, the tip of her tongue tasting the saltiness of him, embers stirring. "Want to.....tell me mon amour....tell me please.."
He lowered the quill to the inkwell, there would be nib cleaning to do before he could start again, but this was far more important. "Want to cover you with my own scent, or take yours onto myself." He had watched her from his place bending and creating those decorative pieces. It was always difficult to not go to her where she worked and distract her with his presence as much as her merely being visible distracted him. The others had figured out what was going on. He seemed to recall Antonio passing a few coins to Giovanni. Perhaps a bet over the house mistress and the forge master?
He circled her middle with his arms, and took in her scent. Perhaps she smelled bad to herself, but to him there was only her. His eyes closed in response to her thumb at his scar, and those lips brought shivers to his spine. "Drawn to you like the wolf to the moon." A strange sort of statement, he hadn't intended the pun.
Her lips featherlike and then brushing over his own, a hushed moan rumbling at her to the words he spoke. "You've branded me, mon amour...all of me..." A palm moving across his chest and beneath his hair to his neck, she turned to sink a knee to his either side, perched there and drawing him closer, nails setting a path up his spine. "I will remain high above you, brightest of all moons, to keep you trained on me, never wishing to waver....as you will know me to always be there for you and you alone..." She knew how the men looked at them, and she wondered if they were wishing to know something as strong as what they were witnessing.
It was not something fleeting, it was something that held sustenance, it could not be denied....even by a perfect stranger. "I love you...." When she said those words, they failed in definition...the woman who had words for everything...found herself unable to express the most powerful thing of all. Slipping from his lap, her intention had not been to distract him from what he was doing....the grin returning.
"I will go change before we go.." Fingertips already sliding the shirt over her head as she met the stairs. "I won't be long.."
He picked up the quill again, his eyes never leaving the dark haired Greek. Shirt slowly revealed her dark skinned back, hair pulled aside as the shirt went over head. It may have been a fraction of a second, but to him it passed in slow motion. He could replay every movement with clarity, right down to the wisps of hair catching in her passing. He turned back to his journal.
There is a spot on the back of Shai's neck that I can't seem to get enough of. It calls to me from across the room and I often find that my arms are wrapped about her, my lips re-acquainting themselves to the place. Do you think she knows how it obsesses me? Could she be taunting me with it on purpose? Am I really complaining...no...I don't care if it is done on purpose, so long as it is me she does it for.
She's upstairs now, and I'm sorry to cut this short old man, but there is a place that needs to have my absolute attention.
The quill was dropped to the table, the nib dripping black spots to the page he had been writing on. Kruger was well away and up the stairs, journal all but forgotten. A muffled feminine laugh would have been heard, if there were any there to listen.