Poster: Tykir Riktafir
Post # 51
was early afternoon, the training for the day over and the lasses
training for the Order of Athena allowed some free time. Molly had
approached Princess Noirin, and waited for her attention. She was shy
with the Crown Princess, but the warmth of Noirin's smile, made her less
so. A quiet conversation followed, and Molly nearly ran to her room, a
grin on her face. She had been given permission to seek out a certain
Prince of the realm. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Noirin smiling
before she turned and finished that run. She had to change into
A certain prince of the realm was actually stretched out on the large,
comfortable couch of the sitting room in the family wing of the castle.
He should have been reading. He had the book opened and laying on his
chest, an arm uplifted and tucked under the back of his head and his
face was turned to the window. The prince wasn't studying anything at
the moment except the soft, floating flakes of white that drifted on the
breeze on the other side of that window. If he was devoted to his
studies, he would have gotten up, jerked that sash loose and let the
heavy curtains fall together to thwart that distraction. But, at the
moment, he wasn't. Winter always seemed to put a damper on ... things.
It didn't take her long to clean up, put on new britches and a blouse of
pale blue, with ruffles at the wrist. Her long hair was pulled back
instead of in the usual braids. She had to ask several guards where he
might be and finally had to ask one to please tell the Prince that Molly
was here to see him. And that was exactly what the guard did, much to
her delight. Of course, she had to sit in a chair and try to wait
patiently. But wait she did. Even if she was very anxious under it all.
What if he didn't want to see her? What if he wasn't allowed? What if...
what if... what if?
And the conversation went like this when the guard entered the room:
"Your Highness, Miss Molly Tremaine is here to..." Tykir leapt
from his lounging state, the book sailing off to the side and him
already rushing past the guard before he slid to a halt. He turned back
to the guard. "Where?" "The Lady is here to see you and
awaits ..." Tykir rolled his hands to hurry the man. "Where is
she?" The guard attempted to continue but Tykir's eagerness had the
man stammering. "It is okay, forget it!" Tykir had already
spun and raced out the door, calling back to the man. "I'll find
her!" The dark prince knew there were only a few places guests
would be delivered to wait royal company. She would be in one of .... a
squeak of soles on polished floors pulled him to a stop when he almost
passed the very room he caught a glimpse of her in. He sucked in a quick
breath to calm himself, slicked his hand over his hair, as if that would
do anything, and then walked on in. All dignified, except for the
biggest grin EVER! "Molly, how'd you get away?" Tell me you
snuck away just to see me. Risked your place within the Order to seek me
out. Geeze! Don't tell me that! Some things are not worth risking!
Do...do...do tell me that! Wait, no...it's just really good to see you!
She heard someone moving quickly, and looked up but no one had stopped.
Looking down, she watched her feet swinging forward and back and
forward, until she heard steps again and there was Tykir! She grinned
right back at him as she stood. And it took all she could not to just
run and tackle him. "I asked Princess Noirin. She was there
watching us today and I told her I really wanted to see you. She smiled
at me and leaned forward and whispered, that of course I could. And here
I am." She giggled and stepped a little closer. "Is it all
right that I came?" Of course it was. Just look at the grin and
what would she had done if Noirin said no... she still would have came.,
Was it all right she came? Tykir blinked, searching her features as he
did, his mouth opening and closing with possible responses and nothing
coming. Instead he just ate up those few steps that separated them and
snatched her up in a hug. "I've missed you." He finally
managed to get out over his tied tongue and then bent his head to touch
a kiss to her forehead. "I know I see you, out training, but I
don't see ... well ... it isn't a matter of seeing actually as much
as...it's just not the same as... shoot..." He muttered at the end,
smiling down to her still. "I've missed you." He repeated,
because, in the end, it really was the gist of it.
He couldn't have done anything better then hug her. She hugged him
tightly, keeping her arms around his waist when she tipped her head back
for the kiss to her forehead. "I know it's not, and I keep thinking
how we can see each other in other places." She gave him a winsome
smile. "I miss you too, Tykir." She missed their adventures
and time alone and ... sometimes if she wondered if it was all worth it
if she had to miss him like this! So confusing. And so amazing. She had
never felt like this.
Not confusing. She was where she should be, training under the Order
and, at the moment, in his arms. There was a gasp, then a rattle of
china on silver, which had Tykir turning with Molly in his hold to
glance toward the door. A young maid had come in to bring refreshments
for the guest only to find her wrapped in the Prince of Heathfield's
embrace. Tykir's smile didn't falter, looking back down to Molly then
around to the maid. At times, Tykir would like to forget his station in
life. However, like now, he was reminded at the most inopportune times.
"Thank you, Evie. If you'll just place them over on that side
table. I'll see to our guest. You need not stay." The poor girl's
hands shook as she placed the setting on the table, bobbed off a quick,
uncomfortable curtsy and then hurried out. Reluctantly, the dark prince
loosened his hold on Molly. "It's probably hot cider, or
tea...would you like some?" He knew what he wanted, but that sure
wouldn't have been delivered to the lady waiting.
Molly let out a soft squeak, then giggle as she was turned. She felt
sorry for the poor maid and wasn't sure why. But then Tykir was speaking
again and she turned back to him just as he let her go. She did the
same, reluctantly. "Yes, please." She answered, then laughed.
"Then we can stop being so formal. Unless someone comes in?"
Maybe, in a little while, she'd suggest they escape the castle. Or find
a more private place, but here, she'd behave.
Tykir remained close, even after she admitted she'd like whatever was in
that pot. "You are in a formal setting, Molly. This...is my
life." His gaze lifted from her and searched around the room as if
that was as good as pointing out their surroundings. Molly was training
for the Order, she'd soon enough find just how formal life could get.
Welcome to his world...was there any wonder why he escaped as often as
he could. His hand lowered, capturing hers, and he gave it a squeeze.
"How much time do you have, Moll?"
"Oh." It was going to take her time to grow used to it all,
but she would likely sneak away as much as possible too, especially if
she could convince someone to come with her. Or several someones!
"Then, I'll learn to fit in." Things could change in the
future but here they were and she intended to stay. "The rest of
the day, as long as I'm back on the field tomorrow morning." Just
like the boys and knights and everyone else who had to be on the field
come morning. "And the day after tomorrow, the afternoon. Tomorrow
she would visit her family.
"Soooo..." Tykir's voice had lowered, his smile actually
twinkling in his eyes. "You have until tomorrow morning?" He
turned to glance toward the door, then with a gentle tug, urged Molly to
follow him. Knowing she would. Excited because of it. The room was
paneled in white and thick, wide strips of decorated wood boxed off
sections of the walls to create a comfortable setting. Tykir led them
over to one of the wood dividers and pressed two fingers to the center
of one of the carved wooden flowers, popping open a concealed door. He
shot another look to the hall entrance, then to Molly. "Would you
allow me to keep you company until morning, Moll?"
She hadn't been in the castle but a few times since she had began
training, and of course, never in this part of the castle, even if it
was a waiting room. That look in his eyes had her smile growing wider.
"Aye, I do." And of course, she followed. Ever curious, and
willing to go where the Dark Prince led. She leaned to watch him, then
her eyes widened in surprise. It truly was a perfect castle, right down
to the secret panels. "I would love it if you would, Tykir."
They never knew when they might get another chance though she wanted to
make more time to see Tykir if possible.
He allowed her to move in, using his hold on her hand to guide her
around him, then he reached up and closed them in with a soft click.
Darkness. Complete and utter darkness. Tykir wasn't making any moves to
light the lanterns yet either. He knew where she was, he was holding her
hand, so he just tugged her closer, his other hand lifting to rest
against the outside of her free arm. "Will you kiss me,
Molly felt that familiar, wonderful tingle when they were completely and
utterly alone. The dark didn't bother her one bit, not with Tykir there
as well. She moved in closer willingly, her breath taken away by his
words. "Aye, I will." Her voice was soft, though he could
probably tell she was smiling. Molly had to stand on her toes to lift
herself higher, while she placed her other hand against the back of his
neck. She really had missed him, and she showed him how much as soon as
her lips touched his, molding to them, teasing with their warmth.
He dipped his head to her, meeting her halfway, her arm lifted, his slid
off and under hers, coming to rest on her back. The hand in his was
twisted around behind her as well, pulling her in as close as they could
be while their lips met. He had more than missed her, he had missed ...
them ... and with this shared kiss, in the darkness, the privacy, the
secrecy of this hidden corridor, he made up for that. Only a few steps
forward for him, backwards for her, had her back to the wall. One of his
palms flattened to that cool surface while the other tightened in her
grasp, tucked there to the small of her back between her body and the
support. His mouth moved over hers, sucking at her full bottom lip, then
capturing both completely again. God, she tasted good. So good. The
warmth of his tongue touched and tested along her lip. His words were no
more than a breath within their union. "Let me in..." And any
further words were lost in a pleased moan when she actually did.
She was more then willing, moving backward as he directed, a slight gasp
escaping when she felt the coolness of the warm. The tingle that had
started in her spine spread, until she could feel it all over. It was
... wonderful and undescribable, and perfect. Lips parted willingly and
the sound of his moan had her giving a soft one in return, along with a
shiver that moved through her. Her tongue moved against his, and around,
exploring, teasing. She felt butterflies in her stomach, and oh
goodness, the reaction inside made her brain go to mush.
Holyheavenlywonders, she just made his knees go weak. Good thing he was
bracing his hand to the wall. Who would have ever thought it possible?
Just that softest sound, that he could almost taste, shot this fantastic
surge of delight through his entire body. All this wonderful,
indescribably, perfect ... ness ... definitely made itself known in ways
Tykir didn't exactly think Molly would appreciate. Not in the dark
unknown. While his mind and body screamed to press up against her, his
conscience and better judgement voiced over it, pulling his hips away
just enough. Their tongues danced and played for a little longer before
Tykir withdrew, pecking a kiss to her lips. He didn't need to see
her...to see her. This was Molly. "I'd like for you to come with me
to my rooms." He took a step to walk away, her hand still in his,
but paused. "Wait, that didn't come out right. I want to share
something with you." He turned, but paused again. Totally
craptastic, he was messing this up royally. At least, he was keeping it
royal. "Molly." His breath was released as long and steady as
it had been drawn in. "Listen, I'm probably way out of line to say
I really want you. I mean...want you." Good thing it was dark or
else she'd see just how much he really wanted her. The difficulty level
was already way out of the roof for him just telling her, better not to
have the visuals. "But that's not why I want you to come to my
room." Actually, that was a dang good reason, but not the initial
reason! He struggled some more with his words to try to get it out.
"I want you to see exactly where I live. My stuff. I mean...my
They could definitely get in trouble if they stayed here, but she hadn't
noticed he had moved his hips away. Not as lost as she was in the kiss,
his touch, the way his hair felt as she played her fingers through it.
She was smiling in the dark when he moved away, and she felt the touch
of his lips against hers again. She really liked being with him, and the
kisses... ! She was feeling light-headed and warm and ... then she bit
at her lip, trying not to giggle. Just a touch nervous but not because
of what he was asking, though... she wasn't exactly sure what he was
asking. Molly was sure her cheeks were turning red. And when he finally
got it out, she nodded, then did laugh. He couldn't see her. "I
would love to see your things." And the fact that it was his
room... made it dangerous.
"Trust me then." And he led her in the dark through this
corridor and then that, up stairs, another corridor, some more stairs.
Once or twice he stopped, shared a kiss, then continued them on until he
had to let go of her hand to open the portal to the room beyond. As the
light streamed in, she'd see he was still smiling. He had been the
entire time. There was nothing he enjoyed more than to have Molly with
him. "We have arrived." Was it obvious how very often the dark
prince had traversed these corridors? He probably used them more than
the actual hallways of the castle.
She was going to get dizzy if they kept going, all the twists and turns
and steps, but those kisses made up for it. And just kept warming her
through and through. She made a little purring sound each time, unable
to stop it -- that is, if she had wanted to. "You get around very
well in there." She laughed as she turned to look where they had
come in. Nothing there. And now she was looking at the room. "So I
see." And she had to blink a moment with the change in light. She
really was pleased that he trusted her enough to show her his things. *
As they stepped through, the room opened up...really opened up. The
ceilings were extremely high, enough so a younger version of the prince
could practice his flying skills, the walls well spread out. To the
right his chambers branched off into a sitting area, stocked with books
and chairs and his desk. To the left, the bathing and dressing chambers,
a bit messy with his clothes tossed around. He wasn't expecting company,
okay, and the maids obviously hadn't come through yet. His four posted
bed remained unmade, the thick duvet, covers and sheets beneath tossed
open on one side as if he had not moved all night and just rolled out
from there. Objects of flight were everywhere. Kites. Models of birds.
Pictures of winged dragons. On the large dresser was a framed portrait
of a man, sketched in charcoal and beside that one, the same of his
sister and then his mother. The wooden floors were polished to a glossy
shine, then plush rugs littered the surface for warmth. The wide
fireplace was along the wall just right of his bed to add to the warmth,
a happy fire blazing within its depths. Tykir paused, noticing for the
first time in his life the jumbled up mess that usually he couldn't care
less about. It probably wasn't a good idea to bring Molly here. Er...yet.
The mess didn't bother Molly at all. She was too fascinated with
everything from the sketches to the high ceilings to the view the
windows might offer. "You have so many books and things." She
darted over to one of the dragon pictures, then was over to the framed
portraits. "I think, even if you hadn't shown me, I would know
these are yours. You have so much room." She had a much smaller
bedroom both at her home and here, at the castle, she was in the
barracks with the other girls. "These are really nicely done,"
she motioned to the sketches then was back to hug him. "I like it
all." Messy was fine. Her room at home usually was, though she kept
her little area in the barracks neat. Her eyes were bright as she looked
up at him.
He gathered her into his arms, smiling down to her. "But I haven't
even showed you what I what I wanted to." He glanced up toward the
high ceilings then back down to her. At the present moment, he couldn't
think of anything better than having Molly ... here ... with him.
"Give me a minute." A quick bend of knees and Tykir scooped
Molly up in his arms, crossing to where his bed waited. A knee to the
mattress and he leaned her to rest on the welcoming softness. Sliding
his arms out from under her, he pushed up from his lean and then moved
away, lighting candles all through the room. "I had a seer tell me
once that I was born under the sign of the Scorpion. It's also the sign
of the Phoenix." He smiled back at her and allowed his wings to
flutter. "Imagine that." But continued around, lighting
candles until almost all of the pillars in his room were flickering with
their fiery light. "The constellations on the day of my birth were
arranged so, that they could tell a lot about my future. Although, at
the time, I wasn't allowed to know just what." He crossed over to
the expansive windows and jerked at the heavy cords, setting the thick
curtains free to fall into place before the glass and block out any
light. Sometimes glancing back to her, other times walking backwards so
he could watch her fully, as he circled the room releasing the material
and snuffing any other illumination except the candles. With the
fluttering yellow glow the only light to see, he went back to his bed
and crawled in beside her, lowering to his back, one arm behind his
head, the other extended to Molly. "Come look."
She let out a tiny squeak, then put her arms around Tykir's neck.
Sitting up on the bed, she watched him move around the room. She grinned
too, when he fluttered his wings. "I think that's amazing."
She got up on her knees to watch him. "That sounds really
interesting." And it was! So, not only was being a prince hard,
boring, fun, etc., it could also be interesting. She was always watching
him as he moved, sometimes leaning forward. Finally, when he joined her
on the bed and gave the invitation, she snuggled in close, her head on
his shoulder. She didn't even think where she was or what could happen.
Just here and now was all that mattered.
As Molly curled up against him with her head on his shoulder, he rested
his cheek to the softness of her hair. "Look up, Moll...it's the
constellation on the night I was born, so that someday, I might be able
to decipher it and know my destiny. If I ever wish not to be
surprised." On the ceiling, way up there, lights twinkled in the
darkness, whatever had been hidden in the daylight now caught the
dancing glow of the candles and showed the constellations and the stars
surrounding them. "The exact moment of my birth...so I'm
told." His words were soft, almost reverent as he looked up at the
recreation of the Scorpio night.
She liked being cuddled up tight against him in this way, though when he
told her to look up, her breath caught. It was absolutely lovely, and
the fact that it was connected to Tykir made it even more so. "The
very moment... Do you have any idea how to go about it? Do you even want
to? I think I'd be both excited and scared if I could do something like
that." She was whispering as she spoke, then she sighed softly.
"It's like looking at the stars outside. So very real." And
much nicer when shared with someone special.
He smiled to himself, since she couldn't see him with their positioning.
"I guess, maybe someday, I might see about getting them read. Then
again...I'm finding it rather interesting just to let the stars guide me
as they will. It will be what it will be, right? Maybe these were given
to me so I could realize that just because I have the power to know,
doesn't mean that I have to know." He shrugged beneath her, still
looking up. With the strength and power of his family lineage, his
mother, Andrew, Leoric, Gaidan, Even his younger brother, Karlton, would
be rulers of lands one day...there was so much open to the rest of the
siblings. Did Tykir even want any of that? Was any of that to be Tykir's?
"For now, I'm content just realizing I could, if I would. Those
stars are just ... Possibilities."
She never stopped studying those twinkling lights above them, smiling
when she heard his answer. It was something she'd expect him to say.
"Yes, though some say it's possible to change your destiny. I don't
know if that's true or not but I think I'd do it your way." She
grinned in the darkness. "Aye, possibilities are always more fun to
think about then knowing your life is plotted for you." And to be a
prince and heir, meant just that, though at least the King and Queen
were content to let their family chose to follow their hearts instead of
arranging who they'd be with. And Tykir had so many paths to pick.
"And it is all about fun for now, isn't it, Moll?" The
slightest tilt of his head allowed him to breathe in the scent of her
hair some more, that natural fragrance that was so Molly. "Thing
is, here we are, in my candle lit bedroom, you're on my bed, heck, under
star light in fact ... what fun could we ... possibly ... find
here?" Had he ever stared up at those stars and wondered who else
was in them for him? With him? Had he ever allowed his gaze to search,
late at night, and imagine if those stars
any one in particular? Could the dark prince be so fanciful as all that?
"Aye, for now, until we have to settle into adulthood and all that
comes with it." She wrinkled her nose in the dark. "I think it
should still be fun, or exciting." She decided, then she thought
about his question. If Tykir had, he would be like other lads wouldn't
he? But Tykir was more then others, at least in Molly's opinion.
"I'm sure we could figure out something." Her voice had a shy
tone to it now, but he was right. Here they were, alone and ... she took
a deep breath and made a decision. Instead of being shy, she sat up,
then turned so she was facing him. Without a word, she leaned over,
somehow managed not to bump him with her nose and she found his mouth.
Was she being bold? Yes she was, but no one else was around and she
wanted to kiss him again. She wondered, just briefly, if he could hear
how hard her heart was pounding.
Tykir's breath locked down tight in his chest, his heart taking over the
momentum in full force when Molly shifted to rise above him. And then!
And then! And then she was touching her lips to his, in this candlelit
room, shadows of privacy swirling around them, imagery of stars above
them. He brought up his hand, sliding his fingers along her neck and
lacing his fingers into her hair at the back of her head. His other hand
finding the curve of her shoulder as he returned her offering. Had he
hoped for this? Darn right he had. Had he planned on this? Planned in an
off the wall ... or ceiling ... sort of way but more was weighing on the
hope aspect, and not so much the planned and sure. Didn't matter, Molly
was kissing him, and he made the most of giving her his response to that
kiss. His mouth moved under hers, a slight smile at first, then he was
lost in the feel of her, all serious in ways his body made the most of.
The heat of her so close, the taste of her against his tongue, the scent
of her skin, of their shared kiss ...
ohholymoretroublethantheycouldhandle...this might not have been the best
idea for the dark prince of Heathfield and the inductee to the Order of
It might not have been the best idea but here they were, and the
opportunity was there ... and neither one of them were quite able to
resist the temptation to kiss. Molly had never been sure what to expect,
or how she would feel but every time they kissed ... wowohwow! Her body
reacted in a way that warmed her up from head to toe and left a lovey
gooey feeling in her stomach. She didn't realize she moaned, or moved
her fingers over his shoulder. She wasn't aware of anything but Tykir.
He smelled good, he felt good and she liked how his kisses made her
Now, oh, that moan she may not have realized but it sent a shiver
through the young man to such a degree that every muscle in his body
responded and contracted and released, a wave of spasms so darn
roarifiable that he almost, no, too late, no almost. Tykir bent at the
waist, coming up and with his hands still on her, he twisted, lowering
her to her back on one of his cushy pillows and his torso covering hers.
Their lips never parted. Tykir wasn't even sure at this point if he
could ever breathe without her mouth touching his. Positions changed. Of
bodies, of lips, of tongues. Capturing. Conquering. Surrendering.
Offering. Nibbling. Suckling. Scraping. Licking. Teasing. Tasting.
Urging. Until finally, Tykir gasped, and rolled away from her, almost
dove away from her, clear across the mattress and jolted to his feet,
his chest heaving with the air that he forced into his lungs. "God
Moll! That's just...." He started to lunge toward her again but
caught himself as his hands hit the mattress, fingers digging into the
thick fabric. "you are..." He let his breath loose with a
groan of nothing short of desire, because, darn, she had definitely
ignited that lava in the veins he had heard so much about his whole
life. "Whew" He breathed again, smiling to her. "This
could be..." Yeah, she knew, surely she knew without him saying the
words. Because, his brain was offline...his mouth was working...but sure
as shooting he couldn't form the words to express anything more than
sounds and unfinished starts to statements.
All those things and more. Molly couldn't believe how she felt, almost
like she was floating and that heat that built up! Then she was on her
back and his body on top of hers. She was feeling floaty and ... and...
oh boy! Her body was moving on its own under him. Her brain really
wasn't working very well right now. And then, he jumped off the bed,
leaving her breathless, her heart pounded. "Oh... I... aye...
" and she couldn't do anything but watch him, eyes half closed.
"Dangerous." She finally whispered, in a voice that was husky
and maybe enticing. "We should... " She reached out to slide
her fingers along his arm. They both need to cool down but she really,
really didn't want to. Not at all. She wanted to keep feeling like this.
He couldn't help but look down to where her fingers trailed along his
arm, sucking in a halting breath that didn't want to go further than the
back of his throat. No. His lungs were not working at this point.
Neither was his brain. He blinked a few times, then looked over to her.
He was on his hands and knees facing her. It would have been so easy
just to lean in and ...There was a sharp rap of knuckles on the heavy
wood of door. "Prince Tykir, are you within?" Tykir shot a
look to the door, then back to Molly. Okay, brainpower rejuvenated and
on overload now. "Craptastic, Moll!" He hissed, flashing her
the biggest smile ever before he fell to his side and rolled from the
bed onto his feet. "Stay there! Be still!" He hissed, nearly
tripping over his own feet as he stumbled toward the door. "It's
... " He didn't need to say more, just slipped the lock free from
it's hold and cracked the door ajar ever so slightly. "Aye, I am,
Sir de Beauvais. Just star gazing."
She was expecting him to kiss her again, wanting him to, even though she
knew if they kept going, they could be in really big trouble. And then
came the knock at the door, with a voice that was like a splash of cold
water only because she knew who it was! Her eyes were wide and she
nearly giggled when he grinned. Wait?! Stay there?! Be still. Ohhhhh
boy! She actually put both hands to her mouth to keep herself from
making a sound and that was the only movement she made while she watched
Tykir answer the door. Well, except to breath and to pray.... go
away, go away.
Vincent had flattened his hand against the wood of the door above
Tykir's head, but he didn't press to enter. Tykir looked up to the man,
all 'that's-what-I'm-doing, my-story, sticking-to-it' sort of bored
blink. "Contemplating your destiny, Prince? Better consider it
carefully." This time Tykir's blink was followed by an unconscious
nod. "Aye, Sir. If ever I do, I do." Vincent's palm smacked on
the wood twice before he lowered it. "The king wanted to talk to
you, when you get the chance. And chances are, that should be
soon." "Aye. Sure. Will do. Thanks." Tykir practically
shut the door right in the Dragon's face. After all, it wasn't unlike
the man to be able to pick up on energy beyond that which the sight
provided. The sooner the door shut, the better the odds that Molly's
presence wouldn't be known. But then, just the choice of the warrior's
words could cause the dark prince to wonder. He spun, spine to the door,
and smiled through the candlelit room toward the young woman on his bed.
As if by leaning on the door it would keep anyone else out. "When
you said dangerous, you weren't just kidding." He waved her over to
him. "Come here, Moll, if you would. I'd like another taste of your
lips before I should probably lead you out the way we came in. Unless,
you wouldn't mind marching right smack down the center of the corridor
with me." In the private hallways of the castle, the royal family's
She giggled as the door closed, well, not quite then, but after Tykir
started speaking. Then she slid out of the bed, trying to not get
tangled in the covers and was right over. She wrapped her arms around
his waist and smiled. "I'm not sure that wouldn't be dangerous
either. I think my heart stopped beating when you were talking to Sir
Vincent." And that was all she was going to say because she wanted
to kiss him again! Sigh. And then, yes, she'd have to leave. But what a
lovely night of dreams she would have.
"I don't think mine ever ceased pounding from the moment you placed
your head on my shoulder, Moll." His head dipped and he allowed
himself that taste again. Brief as it would have to be, it lingered as
long as he dared. Their lips together, his hand lowered to capture hers,
fingers lacing, and then he forced himself to relinquish, as much as his
entire being howled with disagreement. "Come, Moll. Let's get you
back before I forget why it is in our best interest."
She just smiled up at him, her eyes soft. She wasn't sure if she could
explain how she felt though. "Okay, so it stopped after it was
pounding." And then started to pound away again. Why did everything
she said come out sounding silly? And then he was kissing her again,
making her feel gooey inside all over again. She just about pouted but
she didn't want him to feel bad. "All right. Maybe we can see each
other at breakfast. Or do you have to eat with your family?" She
wouldn't expect him not to! But it would be nice to see him before they
got all sweaty, and could only take peeks at one another.
sufficed when all else failed. Tykir gave her hand a squeeze "We'll
let the stars guide us, Moll. Even where breakfast is concerned."
He smiled down to her and then led her toward the hidden doorway,
pressing to pop the entrance opened and then they both slipped beyond.
Yes, he left the candles burning. He'd enjoy them some more just because
he could, and because they would even remind him of one certain lass,
who may or may not be in them for the long term. But darn sure had to be
in them...for now.