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the Tale of Sir Isaac

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

“What else?” she breathed, stretching out beside him with her head perched on one arm. Delicately she traced patterns on his skin with her free hand.

“I…I want to own you completely and have you own me…to know you inside and out, every curve and to know how to make you happy just from my touch. I want to make you fall apart over and over again until you can’t muster up the energy, and then I’ll lick and kiss you out over and over again.” He whispered, cheeks crimson now, but he kept on going, encouraged by her caresses.

“What else?” she encouraged again — but he had no chance to answer. After only a brief tap, a stout, older woman bustled in, utterly ignoring Isaac’s nudity and carrying a tray.

“Rise and shine, duckies!” she sang out, setting the tray by the fireplace and stirring up the fire. Beaming, she turned back to them. “Oh, you look a ray of sunshine, darling, how grand!” She reached out and pinched Isaac’s cheek. “Such a handsome lad you’ve found here.”

the Tale of Sir Isaac

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

She laughed against his skin, leaving more delicate kisses. “Why, Isaac, is it so sudden? After saying that you don’t want to see anyone else, after coming here and fighting for me, this is sudden?” She nipped at him. “Tell me more of these scenarios. What did you think of doing?”

He shifted beneath her, purring at the caress of kisses as he shook his head. “Not so sudden, really, but it just seems to have grown stronger since we were reunited…” he admitted shamelessly, cheeks burning a brighter shade of crimson as he arched up into her lips. “Making you cry out so loudly with delight that the whole Kingdom knows exactly what I’m doing to you.”

“What else?” she breathed, stretching out beside him with her head perched on one arm. Delicately she traced patterns on his skin with her free hand.

the Tale of Sir Isaac

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

“Yes,” she breathed, laying gentle kisses up his torso. “Tell me everything.”

“When you were gone, I allowed myself to picture us together, in our little home, in the meadow, everywhere we’d been together. But then, on occasion, I found my mind wandering, conjuring up scenarios that I wasn’t aware that I was capable of.” He moaned and writhed beneath her, goosebumps rising as her lips brushed across his skin. “And now that we’re together again, I want to put those images, some if not all of them, into practice. I want to take you apart with my fingers and my tongue first, before sliding into you, making you mine…and I really hope that you don’t mind the sudden return of my possessive nature?”

She laughed against his skin, leaving more delicate kisses. “Why, Isaac, is it so sudden? After saying that you don’t want to see anyone else, after coming here and fighting for me, this is sudden?” She nipped at him. “Tell me more of these scenarios. What did you think of doing?”

the Tale of Sir Isaac

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

Summer eased herself from Isaac’s hold, picking up a rich robe from the tumbled fabrics at the foot of the bed. “In just a moment,” she murmured, unconscious of how far her bearing had come from the nervous serf-girl. She slipped into the robe, lifting her hair out from the neck of it to spill down her back in burnished waves. Opening the door a crack, she exchanged low words with the guard on duty. When she turned back her gaze lingered on Isaac, stretched out in the bed.

“The seneschal wants to see you. He came by earlier, but my people sent him away,” she explained. “I’ve sent for breakfast, but in the meantime,” she climbed slowly back into the bed, “you should tell me some of those thoughts now.”

Laying sprawled out atop the covers, Isaac made absolutely no effort to hide himself away, comfortable being this open and vulnerable in the company of the woman he loved. Sweat glistened on his long body, muscles rippling under his pale skin as he shifted a little, eyes locked intently on her moving form as he smiled tenderly.

“He can wait — I want to spend as long as possible with you before other people begin monopolising our time,” he stated defiantly and sat up on his elbows, eyes glinting with mischief and just a little nervousness. “Yeah? Do you want me to tell you what I think of, what thoughts I allowed to fill my mind in your absence?”

“Yes,” she breathed, laying gentle kisses up his torso. “Tell me everything.”

the Tale of Sir Isaac

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

The smile deepened a little. “Mmmm, we do have to. To eat, if nothing else. You want to keep your energy up, don’t you?” Blinking slowly and sweetly at him, she added, “I want to hear all the things that pass in your mind, which are not for polite conversation.”

“That I do — especially as I’m planning on a repeat performance later, I do hope that’s alright.” He flashed her a crooked grin and then stilled, eyes bulging wide as he nodded slowly. “Alright. Now, or later on?”

Summer eased herself from Isaac’s hold, picking up a rich robe from the tumbled fabrics at the foot of the bed. “In just a moment,” she murmured, unconscious of how far her bearing had come from the nervous serf-girl. She slipped into the robe, lifting her hair out from the neck of it to spill down her back in burnished waves. Opening the door a crack, she exchanged low words with the guard on duty. When she turned back her gaze lingered on Isaac, stretched out in the bed.

“The seneschal wants to see you. He came by earlier, but my people sent him away,” she explained. “I’ve sent for breakfast, but in the meantime,” she climbed slowly back into the bed, “you should tell me some of those thoughts now.”

the Tale of Sir Isaac

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

“You say such sweet things … ” she murmured slowly, smiling. “No one else says such things to me.” She tried to summon up the energy to roll over, to roll him over, and didn’t quite make it, leaving them more tangled together than ever. “I suppose we should get up eventually.”

“I’d hope nobody else said some of the things to you that I did — or at least the things that pass in my mind, which are not for polite conversation.” He grinned against her skin, shaking with laughter as they lay together in a tangled up heap, regarding her with an arched eyebrow. “Do we really have to? I’m quite content to stay here, actually.”

The smile deepened a little. “Mmmm, we do have to. To eat, if nothing else. You want to keep your energy up, don’t you?” Blinking slowly and sweetly at him, she added, “I want to hear all the things that pass in your mind, which are not for polite conversation.”

the Tale of Sir Isaac

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

Whomever it was, they went away shortly after, and there was silence from without again. Summer lifted a shaking hand and stroked Isaac’s hair, body occasionally twitching with aftershock. “Shall we do this forever, while the guards turn away everyone?” she whispered, laughing a little. “Even you must become bored of me eventually.”

“I like the sound of that.” He beamed up at her and flicked out his tongue to lick at his messy, puffy lips, not at all bothered about cleaning up just yet as they lay comfortably tangled together in the aftermath. “And I could never be bored of you — you light me up in every way, you know?” he murmured and cuddled into her side, nuzzling at her fingers as they threaded in his hair, his hands curling protectively around her hips.

“You say such sweet things … ” she murmured slowly, smiling. “No one else says such things to me.” She tried to summon up the energy to roll over, to roll him over, and didn’t quite make it, leaving them more tangled together than ever. “I suppose we should get up eventually.”

the Tale of Sir Isaac

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

She couldn’t get enough of him. They’d been apart for only a few months, after knowing each other only a few weeks, and all she wanted was to lock herself away with him forever. (Possibly the fact that he’d apparently still been listening to his fellow knights even while they were parted had something to do with this.)

She had no idea how long he teased, licked, kissed and stroked her to completion — it could have been hours or merely minutes. He left her gasping, helpless in his hands, wrung out with desire. She managed to say, at one point, raggedly, “I meant to be doing this to you,” before he silenced her again.

And at one point there was a brief commotion outside the door — it sounded rather like someone officious looking for them, and being pointedly prevented by a guard. There was some muffled swearing involved.

Although they had only been apart for a few months, it had felt like a lifetime to Issac, and he was determined to learn her body all over again and make her fall apart with pleasure, as if it was their first time once more. He knew that he could spend hours like this with her, being intimate together and curling around one another, completely vulnerable and at each with one another.

Tilting his head slightly to listen to her stammered protests, he smiled against her and continued to lick her out for a while longer, making her fall apart once again and he kissed her there as he waited for her to come down from her high. 

He lay there afterwards, head pillowed on her thigh as he tried to catch his breath, listening to the muffled chaos on the other side of the door. He hoped that whoever was so desperate to see them could wait, for if they entered now they would see the Princess and her lover bare and in the midst of love-making, and that was something that Isaac only ever wanted to share with Summer.

Whomever it was, they went away shortly after, and there was silence from without again. Summer lifted a shaking hand and stroked Isaac’s hair, body occasionally twitching with aftershock. “Shall we do this forever, while the guards turn away everyone?” she whispered, laughing a little. “Even you must become bored of me eventually.”

the Tale of Sir Isaac

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

The only answer he got that time was a moan, as she threw her head back and clutched her fingers in the coverlets.

He loved making her fall apart just using his mouth, and this time was no exception — he licked and kissed into her, losing himself in pleasing her completely.

She couldn’t get enough of him. They’d been apart for only a few months, after knowing each other only a few weeks, and all she wanted was to lock herself away with him forever. (Possibly the fact that he’d apparently still been listening to his fellow knights even while they were parted had something to do with this.)

She had no idea how long he teased, licked, kissed and stroked her to completion — it could have been hours or merely minutes. He left her gasping, helpless in his hands, wrung out with desire. She managed to say, at one point, raggedly, “I meant to be doing this to you,” before he silenced her again.

And at one point there was a brief commotion outside the door — it sounded rather like someone officious looking for them, and being pointedly prevented by a guard. There was some muffled swearing involved.

the Tale of Sir Isaac

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

Feeling his breath flow over her, she trembled with a soft whimper. “You say the most beautiful things.”

“Beautiful things for a beautiful woman,” he mumbled and flicked out his tongue, gently tasting her as he glanced up and smiled. “I love you.”

The only answer he got that time was a moan, as she threw her head back and clutched her fingers in the coverlets.