Drinking Spouses (2/2) (PG-17)

Writers: Heather, Miriah
Date Posted: 3rd September 2019

Characters: Enamra, Thayde, Fingoran, Leyndra, Iedmon
Description: Enamra gets invited to socialize with other wives and family members, but gets given too much wine and spills personal secrets.
Location: Dolphin Hall
Date: month 12, day 24 of Turn 9
Notes: PG-17 for sexy stuff.
Rating: PG-17

Enamra

Thayde

Down in the dolphin infirmary, Thayde was waist-deep in water with one
of the pregnant dolphins who had been having a precarious time of it,
when another dolphineer came in at a light jog.

"Something wrong, Iedmon?" he asked at the man's hasty entrance.

"You might want to come up to the parlor. Your wife is there and she's
had a bit to drink." Iedmon didn't know how into detail to go with
what Enamra had been sharing with the group.

Thayde frowned and looked up from the dolphin. "She's drinking? She's
never drank before," he said as he pulled himself up out of the water
and onto the stone ledge.

"Well, she is now and..." the dolphineer hesitated, "she's been
talking about your love life."

"Our what?!" Thayde roared in surprise.

Iedmon winced. "Yeah, you might want to get up there."

Letting out a string of curses, Thayde toweled off in record time,
threw on a shirt and shoved his feet into his sandals as he hurried up
the steps to the building that housed the family quarters.

Enamra was having far too good of a time to really consider the import
of what she'd been talking about. Leyndra was nice and Fingoran's
continued comments about how pretty she was soothed a battered sense
of self-esteem. At the moment, he was saying that he'd love to see how
she looked in a two-piece swimming suit, something she'd never worn
before. Giggling and blushing, she shook her head. "I wear shirts over
my suit."

"Why would you ever do that?" Fingoran grinned. "I'm sure we'd all
like to see you without one. Show off, no one minds, I promise."

"I mind," a voice said, cutting through the giggling and the fun.

Leyndra straightened in her chair a bit and hid her smirk behind a teacup perched in her hand as Thayde strode over to where they were sitting.

Thayde could not believe the state that Enamra was in. What had possessed her to drink so much when she had never drunk before? The bruise over his left eye was still fading, and by now it was a lightish blue, and if Fingoran looked at his wife that way again, Thayde was afraid he would be adding to it. Faranth, who knew having a young wife was so hazardous to ones' health?

"Come on, Enamra, let's go," he said, taking his wife's elbow.

"Thayde!" Enamra smiled up at him, rising the moment she felt the pull of his hands. The smile was sweet, but it was clear by an initial stumble that the wine had indeed gone to her head. "We were talking about you and that you're a very good husband. "

There was a soft snort as Fingoran looked up at Thayde. There was a smirk that he didn't bother to hide, and a distinct challenge in his gaze. He turned to Enamra, his smile warm. "It was very good to meet you, Enamra. I hope that I'll become a very good friend."

Thayde snatched up the front of Fingoran's tunic, hauling the other man to his feet so that they could look each other in the eyes. "You keep your distance from my wife."

Before Fingoran could reply, a woman put a hand on Thayde's arm. "Easy. He's been drinking, Thayde." The Master Dolphineer's wife, a sweet quiet woman of about thirty turns, turned to Fingoran. "You need to go before you get yourself in trouble." She patted Thayde's arm. "Your wife is about to tip over. I'm sorry, the wine wasn't that strong, but I didn't know it would affect her that much or I would have asked the drudges to give her something else. " She turned to Leyndra, giving her a 'you know better' look.

Enamra was trying to right herself, catching Thayde's arm before she did fall. She began to giggle again. "The room is wiggling..."

Leyndra rolled her eyes at the scolding look.

Thayde could feel the humiliation and embarrassment creeping up the back of his neck as he caught hold of Enamra and steered her out of the parlor. **Shells, what did she tell them?** he wondered. Fear knotted in his stomach. What if she had said something about him and Jalodwyn?

"Easy there," he said to Enamra as he helped her in the doorway of their quarters and directed her to the couch.

"I'm fine!" She chirped, a wide smile on her face. "I liked that wine. It was pretty good and I feel all warm and tingly!" She giggled and kicked off her slippers, watching them think against the wall. "Whoops! I'll get them later. I don't want to clean today!"

"Oh boy," Thayde said, hands on his hips as he watched Enamra. "You are..." a smile broke across his face, "so drunk right now." As infuriating as it was that she had been discussing their non-existent love life with whoever would listen, her abnormally carefree, uninhibited manner was amusing.

"I am not! I just feel good!" She plopped on the couch and stretched with evident pleasure. Her head flopped to look over at him and giggled. "You have a package. A nice package. I've never heard it called that before. Is that what everyone else calls your..." She gestured below his waist, blushed, then giggled, half- bending in tipsy glee. "People look at it when you come out of the water, you know. "

Thayde's mouth dropped open in surprise. He wished he had a way to bottle up Enamra at this moment so he could show it to her later, she would never believe that she had been so forward as to talk about his... package. "No, I did not realize that people were, um, sizing up my package." And now he would never be able to leave the water again without thinking about _that_ little tidbit of information. "What else did you and your new friends talk about?" he asked as he walked over to make klah, suddenly feeling self-conscious at the way Enamra giggled when she looked at his crotch.

"Oh, that swimmers have stamina and that you have a nice body and that I like it." She watched him. "And one girl thinks you have a nice rump. But she shouldn't be looking cause you're my husband and she's got one of her own. " Her lower lip thrust out in a pout, then she smiled brightly, leaning over and nearly falling before she caught herself. "And I like that you smell like the ocean. But Leyndra asked about our..." her brow knit "honeymoon... but we didn't have one then she said she was talking about relations." She stressed the last word. "We don't have those either and she said something must be wrong, but I said you had your thing and I know it was there and you are a good husband. " She finished with a nod.

**Great,** Thayde thought drily as he brought the cup of klah, strong with no sweetner in it, over to Enamra, **now everyone knows we haven't had sex and they're going to think it's because I can't perform.**

"Here, start drinking on this, and be careful," he said as he knelt on the floor in front of her at the couch and wrapped her hands around the cup of klah. At least they didn't know about Jalodwyn, he would much rather the Hall think he couldn't perform in the bed than to know that he was a rotten adulterer. Also, why were so many people looking at his crotch and butt, apparently? He supposed it was sort of a compliment, but it also made it difficult for him to think of facing his next class out on the beach.

Her nose wrinkled at the klah and stuck her tongue out at the cup. "I don't like klah." She pushed it back at him and tilted her head. "So what makes a package good? " She stopped, bending forward to sniff his neck, then sighed resting her cheek on his shoulder and stayed half-bent with a giggle. "I like how you smell. It makes me tingly like the wine does. "

**Oh, not now,** he thought with an inward groan. It had been difficult enough walking away from her the other night when he'd kissed her, turning her down now when she was so open and happy would be even more difficult. "Ah, well, I guess a good package, ah, does its job correctly." What was he supposed to say? "Hey, you said you didn't like wine either before today, and look how you changed your mind. Just a few sips," he said, offering her the klah again.

"Making babies." She declared, then sat up to pout mournfully at the klah he was insisting on. "Can't I have more wine instead? I like feeling all warm and happy." She took a sip and immediately made a face. "Blech." She shuddered and shook her head "No." She put the cup on the side table as far as she could away from her, then half-draped the arms on Thayde's shoulders. "Do you think I'm pretty? And a good wife? Fingoran said that my needs aren't being met but you take good good care of me and I told him so. Even if sometimes you make my body feel all achy and then I have to wait until it stops. You've done that lots."

Thayde's emotions felt as if they were at the end of a yo-yo. In one instance he was feeling that flash of anger again, ready to rearrange Fingoran's grinning face, and then almost immediately after that, his ego was puffing itself out. He made her feel all achy, did he? Thayde secretly applauded his strategy to drive her crazy until she was ready to have sex with him. It appeared to be working. Well... sort of. It would help if she didn't have to be drunk to tell him these things. "I think you are beautiful, and you are everything that I could have ever wanted in a wife.... And if Fingoran says that to you again I'll push him off the pier."

Her face glowed when he spoke, eyes lighting with happiness and pleasure at his compliment. "Really?" She flung herself at him then, wrapping her arms around his neck and buried her face against his shoulder. Each leg found its way around his waist or hip in a full-bodied embrace. "You never said that before!"

"Yes, I have," Thayde said as he caught her, trying to ignore the delicious friction her full body hug caused with the 'package' she had been so intent on talking about earlier. "I've complimented you several times on how nice you look." Why did she think that he didn't find her beautiful? **You mean, other than sleeping with another woman?** his brain provided helpfully.

"You've never said I was beautiful. Just nice. " she pulled get face away from his neck and looked at him, her face close to his. "You really think that?" Her expression was so hopeful and wistful when she stared at him.

Thayde knew that he had called her beautiful, but it clearly needed to be said more. "Of course I think that, I love you, Enamra."

Her eyes widened in surprise at the statement, lips parting in shock. "You do?" She stared at him, then pressed her mouth to his. The kiss was quick but filed by another, then another, and another.

He chuckled in surprise at her reaction, certain that she probably wouldn't remember he had said it later. Capturing her face between his hands he deepened the kisses she was giving him, unable to help himself. It was just too sweet an opportunity to pass up.

And she did like the kisses he gave her, her muzzy brain decided. With a whimpering sigh, she returned what he gave, now with more confidence and real eagerness. She nestled close and found his slightly damp hair, tangling her fingers in the stands to keep him tight where he was.

Spiraling hot desire shot through his body like a jolt of lightning and there was no hiding it with the way she was wrapped around him. He knew he should stop things, and he would, but he just wanted to enjoy it for a bit longer. Laying back, he pulled her down with him, leaving her in charge on top, which freed up his hands to explore their way down her torso.

Her lips never wavered from his, even as he leaned back and she found herself straddling him. She felt a ridge between her thighs and a delicious pressure that she remembered. Too free of inhibitions to really think about what she was doing, she rocked downwards seeking to relieve the ache there that had emerged at the first kiss. It felt good, Faranth, it felt so good, that she pressed again. She moaned into his mouth, hands curling against his chest to steady herself.

Thayde answered her moan with one that matched, his hips bucking upward involuntarily in response to her rocking. Maybe this was the best way, he thought in a lusty haze, if they had sex now while she was still feeling confident with the alcohol in her veins, it would be less awkward for her and make it easier the next time?

But he couldn't do that, he had said he would try to let Enamra make her own decisions but right now she wasn't thinking clearly. When she sobered up she might regret what they had done.

It took all the willpower Thayde possessed to break the kiss, his hands on her hips, preventing her from continuing.

"Enamra," he said, panting. "We shouldn't do this now."

She whimpered as his hands stilled her hips' movement and panted against his mouth. She'd been getting so close to something, and if she kept pushing against the hard ridge, she might just find what her body was wanting. "I ache, Thayde. " Her voice was a panting moan as she squirmed against his grip. "Please...I need something. "

The word 'please' was his undoing. "Keep going," he said, his voice low and rough as he fisted his hand in her hair and pulled her down to resume the kiss. His hips moved up against her, spurring her back into action. This might kill him, he decided, but he wanted her to find the euphoria that her body was seeking.

The moment he released her, she did just as he told her to. Soft panting gasps spilled from her lips into his, her hips rocking feverishly against his own. Enamra began to tremble, and her hands clutched at his chest as something built up within her, a pressure that was making her moans grow louder and huskier against his lips. Suddenly her eyes widened and she pressed down hard with a muffled, shaky sob of release.

Thayde's body throbbed for a release too, but he focused his attention on Enamra, bringing her down from her release with slow kisses, his hands stroking over her back and hips. He wanted so badly to remove the clothes that created a thin barrier between their bodies but he knew that what she had just experienced was enough. This way he had not broken her trust and yet he shown her the possibilities of what could exist between them when she was ready.

Trembling in both the shock of release and a lassitude of her limbs, Enamra slumped over Thayde, his hands soothing her. She had no idea what had just happened, only that it had felt so good and left her feeling more relaxed than she ever had been. She moved to rest her cheek on Thayde's shoulder as she continued to try to catch her breath. His hands and body were suddenly very comfortable, providing stability that she hadn't known she needed. "What was that?" Her words were slightly slurred and very soft.

"Technically it's called an orgasm," he told her, having to focus on each word to ignore the sound of his pulse in his ears. "It's nice, isn't it?" He trailed his fingers through her silky hair which had fallen free during their kissing.

"S'good. Really nice." Enamra nuzzled against his shoulder, body completely limp against his own. A satisfied, contented little smile played over her lips as she took a deep, slow breath. Before she thought to be embarrassed over her behavior or their position on the floor, her lids fluttered closed and her arm curled over his chest as she nestled against him with complete trust.

Thayde continued stroking Enamra's hair until he felt sure she was sleeping. Keeping an arm wrapped around her, he slowly raised to a sitting position and then stood with her in his arms. Nudging open their bedroom door with his foot, he carried Enamra to their bed and placed her beneath the blankets on her side after removing her shoes. Stepping lightly, Thayde slipped from their bedroom and pulled the door to- it was time for another cold bath. Pulling the tin tub over he began filling it with cold water from the pump. He was getting real good at taking cold baths lately.

Last updated on the September 11th 2019

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