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Post by Raynesleigh on Nov 29, 2011 19:39:33 GMT -5
Fionn took a deep breath and ran her fingers through her hair. "I suppose you would too if your husband kidnapped you. Everyone I have met thus far is convinced he is a good person but I've only seen the side of him that is an ass," she said simply then turned, seeing him speaking with a few men including the one that had come to the tent the night before. She sighed and then watched as they practiced with long spears. It seemed there were no bows and arrows with these mens. Just heavy metal shields, spears, swords and clubs. Probably the only reason these people were considered barbaric. She honestly foud this a rather interesting way of life and knew it wouldn't take much before she would be used to the life they offered here.
"Perhaps there is hope for the future without me wanting to commit murder," she teased lightly.
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the next few hours she spent helping to prepare food for mid-day meal, learned some simple poultices from Chloe and then went to her tent to enjoy some peace before evening meal. Her first task was to find her dagger.She searched through the trunks in the hut and then sighed, giving up all hope of finding it till she checked his clothes from the day before and found the dagger in his pouch. She took it and hmmphed then lifted her skirt and slid the blade in the leather holster at her thigh that she always had attached. She needed a weapon on her. She felt safer. She always had. Especially since getting nearly raped by a knight of her father's court. her father never found out about it and she would never of told him. So it was just best she keep her knife close to her. She was putting her skirts down when she heard movement then turned and looked toward the door ad saw her husband watching her. She sighed and gathered up his soiled clothes, placing them in a wooden bucket that she would be washing once it filled up.
"Oh? Is there is a reason you've come in mid day? There's a pot if you're hungry," she told him, motioned to it as she leaned down, grabbing the bundle of cloth and placing it on the small table. She turned to glance at him, looking away after a moment to untie the twine and lay the fabric out to inspect it. After all, she had to get started making her own clothes.
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Moira blushed. "I just did actually. He's a handsome one. Big too...and I ken what they say about men with big feet," she giggled girlishly then sighed. "He seems decent enough...Met him when I was singing at the stream side and washing up a bit...He flirted with me, and I admit i flirted back but nothing will come of it. He probably just thinks I'm a pretty miss he can have in his bed, no strings attached. A lot of men think that a woman with no title is a woman that will enjoy a free laying. He probably things the same...so...I'm going to ensure that I keep my wits about me...though i get the feeling that if he kissed me I might go senseless," she teased then looked at the boy in her friends arms, turning as Ranulf entered.
"I've finally got the name for him," he announced grining as he crossed the room and slowly took the babe from his wife and kissed his forehead. "Let us name him John after his saints day, October 9th aye? John Adam...How does that sound?" he asked curiously as he gazed down at his son with pride. "Of course sweeting, you could always pick a name too," he winked.
Moira looked at the couple and smirked. "I admit I do like Adam...but there are a lot of John's in the world," she mused as she got up and grabbed a basin of water, dipping some cloth in it then going over to Aisling to wash her.
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Joseph bowed to him and the began to fight, showing off his prowess and skill. Brenna watching avidly.
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Post by anjelrocker on Nov 29, 2011 23:01:30 GMT -5
The morning had been a good one but there was some trouble with the prisoners, they were refusing to eat and he did not want them to starve to death because of their own stubbornness. He did not understand some of these Normans. He had to discuss plans for their ransom as well as the transport of them to their borders when the time would come. Some of the new brides were adjusting where others were depressed... one had taken to trying to drown herself in the near stream but her new husband had saved her. It was a tough situation for those who had seen their husbands murdered but it was the way of life.
Entering his hut sometime in the mid afternoon, he was quiet as he stared when his little wife was putting her blade into a leather holster on her leg. He knew that he was going to have to take it away from her since he was sure that the feisty little woman was probably going to want to stab her. It did not help that her legs were rather shapely... he had to stop thinking about them since it was a rare day when he saw a woman's legs with their long gowns and the like. "Good afternoon to you as well, my gentle little wife..." He winked at her with a devious grin as he watched out of the corner of his eye to see if she was going to try and pull anything on him. "I was coming to get something that I have forgotten." Picking up a leather strap as he glanced at her before saying. "As well as, perhaps I wished to see my fair one." And without so much as another word, Aron was near her in a second as he pulled her close against him and kissed her.
It was the sort of kiss that tended to make the girls swoon and sigh with pleasure as his hand rubbed gently up and down her back. A spike of male pride over came him when she seemed to be enjoying it. Of course, all good things came to an end when he felt the burning pain of her palm on his cheek before he let go of her expecting the pretty young woman to run. "Oh come on, my dear wife... tell me that you did not enjoy that kiss... did you Norman husband to be kiss you like a real man kisses a woman?" He asked as if to tease her.
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John was too common a name as she looked up at her husband for a moment with a raised eyebrow. "I do not mind it but I do not think I would see the day that you would choose a name that was catholic." Aisling could not help but chuckle. "Sean Adam?" She mentioned thinking that the Gaelic version of John was so much nicer as she looked up at Ranulf who was watching her and their son with a look of pride. He tended to get the same look when he was watching Brenna riding her pony.
Aisling looked to Moira who was helping her wash since she had only had the child a day before. "Where is our daughter?" She asked suddenly thinking it was best to know since she had been neglecting the poor wee thing.
She did want to know more of this viking that her lady's maid was so interested in since it was the first time that she had heard of her flirting.
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As the wooden sword was knocked from Dermot's hand, he had been bested fair and square by the other young man. It had been a fair fight and he had almost gotten Joesph but the he was quick. Dermot could not help but smile as he said. "Looks like I will be needing to practice more... you have alot of skill."
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Post by Raynesleigh on Nov 30, 2011 0:11:43 GMT -5
She had not expected for him to kiss her and when he did, she had tried pushing him off but then she had started liking it, had even began to wrap her arms about his neck and draw him tighter but some sense of sanity returned and she slapped him, thankfully hard enough for him to back off. No one had kissed her like that. Not even Edwin. His kisses had been nice and had always been gentlemanly. they had given her butterflies. but the kiss Aron had just given her had been charged with an energy she had never experienced and she blushed and shoved him back but didn't move from where she was standing. Or rather half standing as she was somewhat near on top the table behind her.
Bracing herself on it, she took a deep breath. "What does it matter about Edwin. He is nay my husband is he? You are...I get a pig instead of a gentleman," she huffed out loud then turned away from him, closing her eyes and trying to cool her warmed cheeks.
then she turned and looked at him. "And just so you know, if you eve thin of bedding me, it'll be his face I'll see above me...and his name I'll cry out," she threatened. Wondering if that would hurt the bastard's pride. But if his bedding was anything like his kisses she would definitely be screaming for him.
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Ranulf chuckled. "Well when you ae all but surrounded by them, it tends to be a common thing," he mused thoughtfully then looked down at his son. "But aye...I like the name. Sean Adam...suits him," he said agreeably, stroking his son's head then leanig down and kissing his forehead. then he turned and grinned at his wife. "you've made me a happy man wife. I'm proud to have such a good woman that would give me so precious a son...and of course a beautiful daughter," he grined then leaned down and kissed her deeply as Moira turned to wet the cloth. He drew back and smirked at his wife's question.
"Watching Dermot and Joseph. They were about to have a spar with wooden swords downstairs far as I could see. . You should of seen her trying to lug up the damn sword. Quite a site," he admitted then looked down at his son and slowly placed him in the cradle by the bed, his body sinking down as Moira went back to washing her.
"Will you be honoring us with singing tonight Moira?" he asked curiously.
Moira glanced at him. "Of course. It's one of my favorite things to do," she grinned then stood. "I'm going to go help with everything. I'll be back to check on you in an hour," she promised Aisling before kissing her cheek then getting up and walking from the room.
Ranulf looked at his wife. "So what were you planning on doing about Moira?" he asked her. "Show her off as a foster daughter or something?"
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Annora walked to her husband kissed him slowly. "Fionn's fine. If ever there was a woman I was least worried about it's her. She fights as good as any man, she has a good head on her shoulders, and I'm certain she is perfectly safe." She leaned up and kissed him again.
"You should honestly stop seeig that woman. every time you go you come back in a tither. Remember when she said I would have a doomed first child when it came to the birthing. Well Darragh came out right and fine, as did our Finn, and this one will as well." She slowly took his hand, placing it over her belly. "Feel him...your child is a safe one below my heart as is the one going to Norman lands. She is going to be happy with Edwin and run roughshod over him. The poor man hasn't got a clue," she said with an attempt at humor.
"Do not fret love...all will be well," she reassured.
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Joseph grinned. "Comes from being taught well. My stepfather Caedmon is a good man taught me all I know. He's coming for the winter months with my mum as soon as she births their second born. If she has not already." He smirked, glancing at Brenna and winking. She beamed brightly then hopped off the fence and ran toward the keep.
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Post by anjelrocker on Nov 30, 2011 21:40:36 GMT -5
His eyes narrowed as he was looking at his wife when she had said that she would be thinking and saying another man's name while he was making love to her. "Like hell you will be saying his name..." He growled at her but knowing that she had liked him kissing her despite her stubborn nature. Taking a step towards her as if to trap her, Aron had a slight smile on his face as he said in a soft hushed voice. "Be sure of it, Beauty... that you will be screaming out my name when I am on top of you... not only will you enjoy it but you'll be begging for more..." He winked at her as he pulled her close.
Naturally, she was fighting him wanting him to let go of her but he simply held her to him. "Admit that you liked it, Fionn... I know that you did and think of all the pleasures that I can give you." He was whispering this into her ear as he nipped it gently thinking of a devillish idea as he trailed kissed down her neck to her collar before stopping and pulling away. "I must return... I will see you later on, my fair one." He teased her thinking that if he was partly a gentleman then she will see how far fetched and silly it was.
Leaving her in the hut, he could not help but grin knowing he left her breathless and obviously wanting more. Aron passed Allison who was returning with a basket of things for his home. It seemed the women of the clan were giving a gift to his new wife as a welcome and he was quite happy for that. "Where are you off to?" He said as she looked up and with a smile, Allison said. "To see your new wife... she does not think to high of you..." Aron chuckled. "Aye, but she will soon enough." He waved to his younger sister before greeting another older warrior.
Allison entered. "Ready to work on a few gowns for you?" She asked entering.
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"I think that I should, she is a very pretty girl as well as quite intelligent and that voice on her... she has been under my care for a number of years." She looked up at Ranulf knowing that class was an important factor but if they were to foster her or adopt her into their family then she could arrange a match to a handsome young man that would care for her. "Are you against that idea, love?" She asked him but it was known that once Aisling had something in her mind then she was not going to change it for the Pope himself. "I have a lovely gown for her to wear tonight... but it is a surprise." She chuckled knowing how surprised her lady's maid would be as she slowly rose.
Of course, she was feeling fat from the recent birth and was slow to move. Taking her husband's arm, she got some help as she smiled. "I do love you sometimes... but mostly when you are smiling." She then noticed something. "Oh husband, do you have a few grey hairs?"
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Cormack looked rather annoyed with his wife for bringing reason to his worries. "I know that she is a strong and intelligent but what sort of father would not worry that his daughter is in danger." He was worried about bandits, highwaymen... the channel crossing. There were a number of things that could go wrong as he sighed knowing that Annora was right. "I suppose... but you know that she can be right sometimes... I just hope that she is not..."
He could feel his fifth child on the way as his or hers heart was beating and he felt it below her stomach. "Thank you, Annora." He whispered as he leaned over to kiss her gently.
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Post by Raynesleigh on Nov 30, 2011 22:53:52 GMT -5
She probably should of not challenged him but she couldn't help it. But when he gathered her close and then kissed her neck, she had nearly lost her senses again. When he pulled away, she had been close to moaning and was glad that he left. She lifted something and threw it at his back then huffed and then sank down on the three legged stool close by and sighed. She was looking at the fabric on the table when she heard the door to the hut open and turned to see Allison. She sighed and smiled. "Of course. If' I'm lucky I'll have one done by tonight. Thank you Allison," she said gratefully.
She pushed her troublesome husband from her mind and set to work with Allison cutting and threading then sewing a nice and warm gown of dark red with white underneath.
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He smirked. "Yes...I think you should spoil her. I doubt I know a better young woman that deserves a chance at happiness than Moira," he mused thoughtfully then chuckled when she mentioned his gray hairs. "Aye...gray hairs, wrinkles...I'm an old man," he chuckled then stroked her cheek and leaned forth kissing her. "I'm sorry you aren't well enough to leave the bed..." he sighed.
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Annora looked at him and smiled. "You are a good father to worry about Fionn," she agreed. "But she will be fine..." She leaned up and kissed him deeply and then ran her fingers along his jawline. "And you're welcome. I love you..." she murmured. "Finn's been asking for you. wants you to show him how to knock an arrow to a bow. Three years old and already convinced that you are his idol," she teased then kissed him again. "Don't worry my love....all will be well."
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Fionn was satisfied with the results of her first dress. It was sewn well and suited her frame perfectly, hugging her breasts and hips with a full skirt. A girdle of bronze was about her hips and with Allison's help she had her hair pinned up. After all, she was a married woman now.
Exiting the hut, there was another bonfire and everyone was laughing, dancing in less than courtly ways. Women and men close together and swaying to the music, kissing and cheering for the good harvest. She walked toward the fire, glad for it's warmth, accepting the wooden cup full of mulled wine and sipping on it and watching the celebration, feeling a little homesick as she thought of her father's house and her brothers. And Annora of course, who had seen to her learning those courtly dances though she had loathed them. She sighed running her fingers over her hair and finishing off the wine after a few more sips then sighed sadly as everyone else enjoyed themselves and celebrated. Slowly, her gaze crossed to her husband and then she proudly walked to him and took a seat beside him, saying nothing as she gathered a bit of food for herself and started toeat her fill, keeping her thoughts to herself and glancing at everyone as they enjoyed themselves.
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"Oh...I don't know milady...I don't think I've ever worn anything so beautiful," Moira said simply then took a deep breath as she looked down at the beautiful dark blue gown with all of it's gold embellishments and she was even wearing a circlet. She never wore circlets. At eighteen, she had been content just getting what Aisling gave her. She made her own clothes and didn't mind them and never asked anything because intruth, Aisling had saved her. When Aisling had been newly wed to her first husband, she had bought Moira from a trader. Moira had been a bondslave. As lowly as a peasant or serf and yet, Aisling had always treated her with respect and doted on her as a daughter. She doubted she could be luckier and yet here she was in the finest gown of velvet and satin. Things only real ladies wore and jewelry.
"Are you sure?" she asked turning and looking at her as she held wee Sean in her arms. She looked down running her hand over the garment. "I hate wearing this if you aren't certain. I won't be able to eat a thing. I'll be scared to death I'll ruin it with some wine," she admitted then looked up with a smile.
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Post by anjelrocker on Dec 2, 2011 10:41:20 GMT -5
He did not know if his wife was right but he thought to himself that it would give him some peace of mind if he did believe that his only daughter and oldest was safe despite what could happen. "Aye, I suppose that you are right..." He sighed thinking that it would be best to go and see his youngest to show him how to use a bow and arrow. "Let us go and find the little imp." He chuckled referring to Finn as he took his pregnant wife's arm to go towards the Grand Hall, the boy would most likely be with his brother or his nurse.
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The flames of the bonfires rose towards the heavens as the sky was clear and the moon full and high as the men and the women of his clan were enjoying what last good weather for such celebrations before the cold of the winter winds would send them rushing to the hearths of the huts. He was enjoying some ale that they had brewed themselves as he spoke to an older man who told him of the days before, Aron had always enjoyed these stories... his grandfather would tell them when he had been the leader of the clan that they had come from. Of course, that had been years ago before they had been taken over by Normans and Saxons... However, he would bring this clan to greatness as a powerful one despite not being apart of the church.
There was a lot of thinking of what would be done for the clan but for now, he would let himself enjoy the night and not worry for the future. Glancing at his new wife, he noted how pretty she truly was. Not that he had thought of her ugly but he only really had seen her in a chemise, which he had enjoyed for the view of her lovely legs as well as a gown that had not fit her properly. However, on this night... her blond hair was loose and the gown fit her enhanced her curves. To him for that moment, she looked like a goddess from the old tales. Of course, the stubborn woman would not talk to him but he knew that he made her burn. A sense of male pride over came him to have her at his side, feisty and out spoken... yes, she would make a good wife for a proud warrior such as himself. Seeing her eyes on the dancers, Aron wondered if she wanted to dance as well... there was a look in her eyes... perhaps longing?
"They seem to be having fun..." He smiled to her watching as one of his soldiers was spinning his new wife around and she was laughing since she looked to be enjoying herself. "Perhaps, you wish to be dancing as well or are you too high born to be dancing like such?" He asked her simply as he leaned over and eat the food that she had in her hand before grinning at her wickedly. "Come Banshee... let us dance?" He did not give her time to answer as he took her hand and pulled her up so they could join in the festivities.
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Aisling was smiling at her loyal servant dressed in such a fine gown for once in her life. Moira had been so very young when she had taken her in. If it had not been her to take in Moira, well... she would have been sold to a brothel or some other form of slavery for male pleasure. It was the way of the world and yet, Aisling had taken her in because it had been pity for the young girl crying for her mother at the tender age of five. And in the years since then, she had come to be apart of the family. "Moira, if you do spill wine on this gown then we will have it washed and if it is ruined... well, I think you could do with a few lovely gowns." She said quite seriously to the younger woman.
"I think that it is due time that you are no longer presented as a servant to me. I wish you to be apart of my family like you have been for so many years but officials. No more dressing my hair or sewing my gowns, Moira." She said with a smile as she rocked her newborn in her arms. "I have never been more sure of this and I should have decided this sooner... I want you to have a full and happy life. As well as with the freedom to love and have to choose a husband when that time comes."
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Post by Raynesleigh on Dec 2, 2011 12:48:38 GMT -5
Fionn turned and looked at him with a glare. "You act like I'm a spoiled brat. I was just thinking about my father's home...I was always the apple of his eye and now I might not ever see him again. It was the same with Edwin. Knowing the chances of seeing the man that raised me is slim. I love my da..and my brothers, and my mother Annora..." She sighed and shook her head then glanced at him and took his hand, guessing she might as well try and enjoy herself. She sighed. "I don't know how to dance like this," she told him, glancing at the couples as they danced close together and wound their bodies around each other. She looked at him and took a deep breath then bit her bottom lip. "And keep your hands off my arse Aron," she hissed at him. Why did he have to be so much bigger and taller than she was. She felt like a damn mite. His hand spanned her whole waist and she barely reached his chin with the top of her head. She looked up at him frowning.
"You want me to dance. You might as well teach me," she said simply, looking up at him expectantly.
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Moira sighed. "You don't have to do that milady...I...You have done so much for me since I was a little girl...I'm...I don't need you to do anything else," she said walking and sitting down on the edge of the bed then running her hand over her lady's baby boy. She sighed. "Thank you milady...I don't think anyone in my life besides my mother was ever as kind to me as you are...and Sir Ranulf...he's the father I never had in some ways..." she sighed then leaned over, giving her a hug. "Thank you...I better get downstairs...They are expecting me to sing before supper...I'll be back to check on you and the babe," she promised then smiled. "Thank you," she said again then smiled and got up, going downstairs.
The hall was crowded and Ranulf was busy entertaining a giggling Brenna and when it came time for her to sing. She took the center of the hall and took deep breath, remembering the words to a shorter ballad and deciding that one would do and so she sang Child Waters. A story about a man who gets a woman pregnant and a woman that refuses to marry him until after their child was born. After she was done, everyone clapped and she smiled, content to walk away from the spotlight but it seemed everyone was watching her. She cleared her throat and then took her normal seat , beginning to eat her fill as dancing commenced. After eating, she just stood and watched the dancing, clapping along to the music and smiling seeing Baldr not far away. She glanced at him and blushed then looked away, paying attention to the dancers, ignoring the men that had ignored her before but now seemed so interested because of her clothes. She sighed.
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Post by anjelrocker on Dec 2, 2011 14:57:35 GMT -5
He wanted to laugh when she had said not to touch her arse since he would be touching more than just that later in the night if he had his way. "Teach you, wife?" He said looking around as he had her close to him since this way of dancing was to simply move to the music being played. The flute and the drums, this was a slower pace but there were songs and tunes that went to a faster beat. There were no steps but the freedom to move yourself... "I can not teach you this dance. However, you can close your eyes and let your body go with the beat of the drum." After all, a drum was like the beating of a heart. He looked down at her with a smile wondering if she was alright with the ideals of his clan or if she was tuck in her ridged ways of courtly life. He had once been apart of that after the fall of his people, he had fought and lived like a man of his status ought to. And yet, he did not want the old ways to die.
"Close your eyes, Fionn..." He breathed her name as he pulled her close to him swaying to the slow beat of the drum. Apart of him felt like they were one as they danced this slow and he looked down into her beautiful face with a slow and easy smile. Aron wanted to kiss her but did not... not yet at least before whispering into her ear. "You are too shift... and uptight." He mentioned with a little smirk as he was teasing her. "In your dancing... most likely because you have been taught the proper way... but the one thing of the dance is that, there is no proper way." He explained before twirling her away from him and dipping her before giving her a quick kiss on the lips and twirling her again.
Aron looked almost boyish as he did this, smiling and grinning since he enjoyed his teasing of her.
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The siren had sang and yet, she was not dressed like a lady's maid at all but as the daughter or a sister to the master's of this keep. Of course, she looked as beautiful as she had that morning when she had been by the stream singing as sweetly as she had before. Taking a gulp of his ale, Baldr had listened to her sweet voice and a strange feeling of jealous spiked in him as some of the other men in the room were looking interested in her. This was something that he did not like at all as he looked over at her, she was watching the dancing and the festivities and yet, she did not have a drink in hand as he slowly rose and took a cup of wine for her as he went to stand by her.
Handing her the cup, Baldr said simply. "You looked parched after singing such a song. Of course, it was just sweetly." It had been in Gaelic and so, he had only understood part of the words. "Can you tell me what it was about?" He asked her simply since he only knew his own tongue, English and a little of the Gaelic but not enough.
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Post by Raynesleigh on Dec 2, 2011 22:51:50 GMT -5
Fionn looked at him as he danced with her and she couldn't help it. She was being knowingly seduced and she was letting it happen. God help her. She was rigid because she truly didn't want to be attracted to him. But God help her she was attracted to him. The huge oaf that had kidnapped her. She gasped when he kissed her and then felt him pulling her back into his arms. Fionn had never felt like this before and as the tempo of the music changed. And before she knew what was happening, she was being kissed and kissing him back.
Then they were in their hut and clothes were being taken off, her hair was being taken down and then they were rolling around in bed furs and making love. In the aftermath, she was laying on top of him and her gaze was aimed toward his face. Slowly, she sat up and looked at him with a frown on her face. "Don't look so smug," she told him , shifting and wincing a little at the soreness between her legs. She punched his chest lightly. "This doesn't change the fact that I hate you," she mused thoughtfully then bit her bottom lip, looking at his face in the dim light of the fire. She sighed and slid off of him and then slowly laid beside him after grabbing her chemise and sliding it on her body.
Slowly, she sat up and bit her bottom lip then sighed. "At least that was better than how I imagined it would be..." she shrugged.
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Moira glanced at him and smirked taking the cup of wine and then taking a sip before looking back at the dancing couples. She sighed. "A ballad with a happy ending.." she said after a moment. "A woman has been this man's lover...and she gets pregnant. The man asks her to marry him, but she refuses. He then says do you love and she says she does, and he goes about making tasks for her to prove her love. Traveling with her, making her find a woman to warm his bed. After she finds the woman to warm his bed, she goes to sleep in another room, heartbroken but wanting to make him happy. The man sends the woman away and in the morning says he loves her, and she loves him back. Then she starts to give birth. Child Waters was born, and a priest was brought to them and they both got married..." She glanced at him and smirked. "A strange tale but, ballads are written about most anything," she smirked, having said all of it in Norse then looking back at the crowd, taking another sip of her wine.
"I'm good with languages...as well as singing," she mused thoughtfully. "Annora, Queen of Glastermon, taught me French, I was born learning Gaelic....and when I was younger, I knew a bondslave girl from the Northlands who taught me Norse...I also ken welsh and most Latin...My lady saw that I was well educated over the years." Her eyes slowly moved back to look at him and then her body turned to face completely. "Are you married Prince Baldr?" she asked curiously.
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Post by anjelrocker on Dec 3, 2011 21:15:11 GMT -5
He could not help himself but look like a smug ass as he lifted himself up and pulled her close to him. "Mmmm... I don't think those were sounds of hatred, Banshee..." He cooed as he kissed her forehead liking that he had pleasured her. Like to see a Norman bastard do the same, Aron was also arrogant because she had said his name during it and that the name of her former husband to be. He would have been quite upset if she had been thinking of another man while he was making love to her. "You don't have to dress so soon, come... under the fur and I will keep you nice and warm." He informed her with a slight grin as he leaned down to look into her ice blue eyes.
He did find her quite beautiful as the flames of the fire were reflecting off of her golden crown of hair. She really did look like an goddess of sorts with her cheeks pink from their previous love making. "I told you that I wasn't going to hurt you... but then, the first time seems to hurt for all women... or so I am told." He had never deflowered a virgin before, he had had women but never a virgin. "However, you seemed rather please despite that little hitch, no wife?" He asked her as a hand slowly went along the fabric of the chemise, he did not like that she felt that she needed to be covered up when in his bed. "Take this off." He demanded as he moved his fingers up the edge of it so touch her arse, squeezing the firm yet soft skin. He quite enjoyed this time after the lovemaking as he took a moment.
"Do you mean it when you say that you hate me?" He asked her simply with a curious look in his eyes. Aron did not believe it to be true but she was a stubborn. "It would be a shame to have such a hate from my own wife..." He chuckled more to himself as he pulled the furs so they could both be under them.
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He was quite surprised when she had spoke in Norse as he listened to her explaining the meaning of the song, he did not understand why the Child was to be born first but he supposed it was a love song in a way. "Ah, she should have just agreed to wed him..." He wondered if Celtic women were as stubborn as the ones of the North. When marrying a Norse bride, she was the one to choose you as well as her family was the one to provide the money which meant that she was the one to take care of it.
Most Norse women also had slaves to do most of the work... Baldr personally did not want to return to his native land because he knew that a young woman named Freya had her eyes on him and he would rather not deal with her wanting him to court her. He enjoyed this life of speaking to pretty young maidens and tupping a few. However, this pretty young maiden was much different. "I am not..." He said in almost a thankful tone as he looked to her. "You seem to have many talents of the tongue... to know so many languages. I'm impressed." He drank a large gulp of his ale. "And what of you? Are you someone's sweetheart, siren?"
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