Poster: Lizabet McKnight
Post # 4
his other hand rested to her waist, he managed to tread water until they
could both stand on a ledge of rock under the water. The level of water lapped
at his chest, her shoulders, spreading her hair out around her as if she
were a mermaid. It was on these floating strands that his eyes rested as
he began to speak. "It is easy enough to remain single, Dear Lady,
until the woman who is destined to be yours makes herself known."
He chuckled low, sweeping his notice along the wet-heavy lengths of her
hair up to her eyes. "And you are a fine one to talk, M'Lady.
Considering your talents on a horse, in the kitchen, in the
water..." And that was just what he knew of besides her ability to
make him relax and laugh with just a word or a look.
"Make herself known?" That was a new angle that had eyes a
golden brown with the tip of her head to the side. She felt comfortable
this close to him she discovered and had no inkling to wiggle away out
of that proximity. In fact, she became bold enough to let her hand rise,
fingers tracing along his forehead to tuck strands of hair back much
like he had earlier, except slower. She had noticed. She noticed a lot
around him. Leaving them to trace down along his temple, cheek then jaw.
"How does she do this?" Obviously clueless as to such games
some called them, not necessarily with a negative connotation. There was
a sort of ritual, a way about it that the other got to know if the
opposite was interested, then to what degree, sort of thing. Mind half
idly going over the notions drawn by his words but at the same time
soaking in his features with the tracing of her fingers. He was a good
looking man. Has a great smile doesn't he, Lizabet?
"Dang if I know." He laughed, never taking his gaze from her
eyes even though her gaze had moved to trace her fingers over his face.
"I had nothing to base it on before." But she was doing a fine
job of allowing him to appreciate what about her might be a significant
part of it. He didn't share that though. He lowered to sink his
shoulders under the water, the heat of the day could have steamed up
from his skin when the coolness touched. A dip of chin in the water
before he stood again. "Do you not have a mental list of what you
desire in a man, Lizbet? I thought this was something every woman had
prepared by the time they reached their teen years." He spread his
arms out to his sides, moving them back and forth beside him, the water
pressing against his lower arms as he moved them.
If he kept moving she'd not be able to continue the exploration of her
fingers over his face as ears were becoming the next target, so her
legs wrapped around his waist which would keep her buoyant at his height
in the water. He was taller than she so there was that disadvantage.
Hopefully he didn't mind her anchoring herself in this practical way all
considering the circumstances and surrounding element. "Oh, I
vaguely remember a more mental list. Girl's idealistic fancy, tall,
handsome, strong and totally devoted to only you that he saw no
other." Which had her laugh, "not a good ideal to cling to for
the reality on either gender. I saw such on some of my
friends, everything on their list for the perfect man, shattered by one
that met very few if any and they were head over heels, the man could do
no wrong. I think that is just as bad so I've thrown out any
ideas," not adding she had just pretty much stayed away from it all
though not adverse to men, just didn't, well, she wasn't sure what to
call what she did or more accurately, didn't do. "I decided that if
it should be, I would just let it be." Happen on its own but
certainly she could enjoy a man without necessarily further
expectations. Fingers had found his ears, as elbows rested against the
line of his shoulders. Tips traced along the shells only to curl in
following the ridges forming their shape as she talked. An idle
distracted thing but was just as aware of the motion.
His arms...stopped, and came around to wrap around her back. The water
would support her, but with her legs wrapped around him, what else could
he do? She spoke, and his eyes rested on her lips, and without even
realizing his fingers tightened on the soaked fabric of her lower back.
Lazare, for all his jovial ways, was a man of great discipline. That
which he had learned before Karl's service, had stayed with him even
while his comrades frolicked with the opposite sex. Lizabet was making
it difficult for this man of discipline to remain distanced from his
needs, the needs of a man who had long been denied. One hand strayed
along her waist, sliding down the dip and roundness of her hip to stroke
over the outside of her thigh where her legs curled around him.
"Strong? Tall? Handsome? And committing himself to one woman, you?
I hear nothing wrong in your young dreams. Such a man could exist, and
you deserve nothing less, Lizbet, but you may find you are worthy of
much more as well."
"I suppose nothing is impossible though highly challenged in ever
being so. Would I deserve such a man? There is another question to be
challenged as well. Of course I would like to think that I would and
would probably do all I could to please him, though thread on the tails
of me coat," coming from a song she heard," I would slug him
one too." Even the gleam in her dark eyes turned wicked to match
the curl of her lips. "What would you want in a woman, a man as
yourself?" She knew he was disciplined so in a way it was
challenged but in the same token, she felt he would meet that challenge
and if he didn't, she would also not begrudge him being a man, having
some small flaw or was it more allowing something that would be natural?
One could trip over the intricate weaving of these thoughts. Through it
all, no matter how he responded, she liked the man and if he had happen
to feel the same about her, certainly there were worse things. That
thought had laughter leap to her eyes for a split second, though there
too, if he did not, she was still enjoying him this very moment and
moments before in their betting and racing each other.
His smile, ever present, remained so even now. "I envy the man who
wins your heart, Lizabet, and pity the man who ever manages to engage
your need to ..." and he chuckled "...slug him." Once he
reached her knee, the back of two of his fingers traced back up to her
hip. "As for me, you should know, she would have to be able to
satisfy my ever present hunger." He paused, a slight cant of head
as he looked to the woman so intimately connected to him right now. He
didn't explain which hunger, just that he had one. One corner of his
lips twitched as he continued. "She'd be lovely, though I've not
ever been one that put much merit on her appearance." So he spoke
on her actions, her ...being ... not her looks. "I haven't thought
of it much, really. I have devoted my life to von Rundstedt. There has
not been much room for other...devotions." When his hand stopped
its motion, he released that touch, returning to her knee where his
fingers curled gently to ease her leg down, then switched, his right
hand to her back, his left moving her leg from around his waist. He
still held her around her back though, pressed close in the water, his
hand flattened to the sway where back met backside. What was it about
the water that turned a man's thoughts to sex? Wet, slick skin. Smooth,
flowing movements. The contrast of heat and cool. Buoyant bodies. Lack
of clothing. "Yes, I envy the man." He whispered, as if his
thoughts slipped free of their own will without his even knowing. He
blinked away the spell of his wandering mental distraction. He cleared
his throat, forcing himself to pull his attention from her lips to her
eyes. "As I recall, Lizbet, there is a baked delight awaiting us on
shore. And I have never been a man to turn down a bit of
"Are you saying that beauty is in the eye of the beholder?
Something more than skin deep?" Tsking her tongue but in a
delighted way he was not superficial, of which she would have been
disappointed had she found him to be. And surprised. "A man's
hunger is duplicity in itself, growling one way or another, perhaps more
in one over the other," not distinguishing which growling was for
which but letting him conclude for himself. She certainly was aware of
his touch and doing her best to ignore it, well not really ignore but
not respond like she wanted to, did in her mind, ravished his lips with
hers for the proximity yet, they did not. That was due to respect he
might not wish it so. She leaned her head back, eyes closing as she let
the deep throated purr rise up and fade off in that moment of sheer
pleasure she gave into. She could allow that much. "Devotion,"
came out a little huskier. A moment's pause as she tired to recapture
her thoughts, "is a noble quality few possess. Though it is not
limited? Karl and Vincent, have more than one devotion without having
either lacking? Trevor at one time." So it was more a choice. She
respected his choice as the ease of her legs was noted and easily
accomplished with her help. "As I envy any who have your
devotion." Head tipping back as eyes opened and a devilish spark
still there. "I do believe there is a cherry cobbler awaiting
us." To at least appease one of his hungers. Something to round off
the meal, not too sweet as fruit would have it more a natural one.
Laughing as they both came to the same conclusion, holding him one last
moment to commit to memory for later then away, pushing off with a smile
shot over her shoulder before she was heading into shore and would see
to those slices of cobbler. A walk maybe he'd remember for the slick
down cloth against skin, yet covered, leaving enough for the imagination
to feed upon.
He moved at a slower pace to the shore, watching as she emerged with the
fabric of her covering forming to the shapely figure of her. He shook
his head, reining in any thoughts or desires that her nearness, her
words, the vision of her now fired up in him. He knew that his comrades
had not lost any of their devotion to duty when they answered the call
of their hearts. Still, Lazare hadn't, in the past, experienced that
shared devotion of duty to country and to a woman. Not to such a point
that they blended, this love, and one only strengthened the other. He
shook his arms as he stepped from the water, shaking the lingering drops
away. All she had said in the water remained with him, even as he began
to enjoy his cobbler. His gaze resting on her, his smile in his eyes
when it couldn't be on his lips. He could get quite used to this
wagering. Better still, he could get quite used to being in this woman's
company...whether food was involved or not.
Tempted and still remained the curiosity. What would it be like to have
his lips upon hers, to explore them? Such thoughts had a tracing glance
to dip to those very lips enjoying the cobbler. It reminded her of a
line from Romeo and Juliet which she couldn't help muttering low,
"oh to be a cherry upon your cobbler." Which after saying it
near had her in stitches, trying hard not to laugh as she bit into
her cobbler. Whether he heard or not would depend on his hearing which
was probably acute being of wind, being of air, being of that which
sound traveled upon.
Both brows arched, he swallowed, then he started to chuckle.
"Woman." He began, laughter lacing that one word as he
struggled to speak past his amusement. "I swear you make my day so
much the better." And he laughed wholeheartedly now. "Cherry
upon your cobbler." He repeated through his laughter, shaking his
head and wagging a finger at her, fully enjoying the fact she could be
comfortable enough in his company to even say it to begin with.
She couldn't hold it back either, at least after swallowing,
"correction, upon your cobbler," pointing at him to make sure
he had it correct. That was something she might reflect upon some time,
that she was comfortable in his company and still attracted to him as
well. She lounged out on the cloth-blanket of their picnic area so that
the shift would dry before she was to put back on the dress and far too
soon need to head back. It would come to such but in the meantime
enjoying the time. Watching him with a drifting glance that would
encompass his features, his lips, down to the cut of his shoulders, the
hair on his chest, she was normal blooded though kept discreet enough.
Wandering eye, wandering thoughts that she'd rein in and behave herself.
This time. She could never guarantee when she would not. "I am
going to win the next race we bet on and race." She was determined
to be on the receiving end, though giving had been extremely pleasant
for receiving as well. It was the notion of the other more than anything
"Ah, so you've said the last two times." He laughed softly
now, finishing up his cobbler. "I rather like winning." For
more than one reason.
"Yes, it seems that you do. So it is time to see how you are when
losing." Almost sticking out her tongue fully his way but instead
only the tip peeked out before she finished off her cobbler.
"Oh, it is dreadful to be sure, I'm not used to losing." Which
was not true! When one went up against Karl, or Peter, or Vincent
... one might as well be prepared to lose! "But more than the
possibility of losing, Lizbet, I look forward to the chance." He
brushed any crumbs from his lap and leaned to his palm to begin helping
her pack. He had one regret when it came to claiming his winnings from
Lizbet and that was...their time had to end.
Which had her perk right up, interest piqued. "So I will get to
witness this unusual, unique state of Lazare being." Teasing as
such came so easily between them. Which had her tone then go serious,
"as do I enjoy all the time in your company thus far." Was
there a possibility that could change? Eyes held that kind of glint and
didn't her chin just lift a fraction that such too would be challenged
not to change. Or she might slug him one? She had packed up what was
left with his help, her shift dry and time to wiggled into her dress as
she stood up. "Will you get the few buttons in the back?"
Lifting away the length of her hair to the side to accommodate.
"Another saying of parting being such sweet sorrow but then I
think, I will see you again soon. At the race to wager, win or lose,
though I would like trying on winning for a change.." giving a wink
as she was eyeing him over her shoulder. Smile naturally curled there.
"We can walk the longer way back.." there was such a route
than direct. There was something about this kind of procrastination that
He stood and with the ease of someone who had perhaps buttoned a lady's
dress in the past, he slipped the buttons through the holes. When he
spoke, he had leaned in from behind her, his words nearer her neck than
her ear. "As if you weren't trying before?" Again his soft
laughter, and he fought back the need to press his lips to the area he
had just spoken near. He straightened away, finishing up the buttoning,
then stepped away from her to collect the basket again. "The longer
the better in my humble opinion." He smiled, nodding to her to lead
the way, even if he may know just as well as she.
The warmth of his breath gave those delicious chills up then down her
spine. Since it was near the top, it was more down than up. Had her toes
digging into the earth beneath as if grounding her. "I need to try
harder, obviously," though her voice had that smooth throaty tone
to it for the proximity and his breath. For a few moments there was
no teasing tart response as he stepped back and her arm to lower letting
her hair back down over her shoulder. He might notice the flame in her
eyes that had never been there before as she turned. She wasn't sure she
could trust her voice as it came more in a thicker whisper. "I
should have you around to do that more often," a compliment,
certainly. Coming up alongside as she pointed to the path that went down
along the shoreline, certainly there would be some pretty sights of the
more uninhabited areas along the shoreline of the lake. Coves would be
passed with sand upon their shore but seemed untouched for few knew
about them. One could see their bottoms even up from a distance for how
crystal clear and not all that deep in places. Wooded area would offer
them some relief from the direct heat of the sun, alive with colorful
birds and woodland creatures they would randomly happen upon. A most
pleasant walk, talk and company shared.