Picked Flowers and Bad Poetry

Writers: Dana, Eimi
Date Posted: 30th June 2006

Characters: Gleniel, Kiomo
Description: Gleniel and Kiomo spend another evening together
Location: Garnet Valley Hold
Date: month 12, day 22 of Turn 3

After a tortuously long day of laboring down in the kitchens, Gleniel had come back to her room ready to collapse on her bed and not move for another ten Turns. She was so tired that she almost didn't see the bright bouquet of freshly-cut flowers laying on her throw blanket as she willing fell to the pillows. With a surprised yip she twisted her body just in the nick of time before she would crush the petals to bits--and moaned as her hip hit the headboard.

The pain--and no doubt the bruise that would appear that night--was forgotten as she picked them up, wondering how Kiomo had gotten them in here. Attached to the string was a slip of paper. A smile lit her face as she slowly unrolled it. And the note read:

"Down in a glen by sunshine lit, Among the flowers there, I sit And dream of Glen and all her charms; Of holding her within my arms.

~K"

"Shells," she murmured softly, breathing in the scent of the dainty blossoms. "And you told me you'd never show me any of your poems..."
And here he was, making one up _for_ her!

Suddenly she wasn't so tired anymore.

Still smiling, she sat up, green eyes bright as she grabbed the brush, pulled her hair from its bun and began to brush it out. She didn't want to go to Kiomo looking bedraggled, after all!

He opened the door with a wide grin, knowing exactly who it was. After a quick peek around the door frame to be sure they would not be seen he pulled her to him and kissed her hungrily. "I missed you today," he whispered as he wrapped his arms around her and lead her back into his room.

It made her blush furiously to realize just how much her skin was sensitized to his touch ever since that first night in his bed.
Faranth! "I missed you too," she whispered back, fingers clutching at his tunic as she leaned into him. "I got your note, Kiomo. Shards, but it was so sweet..."

"I told you I was no poet," he chuckled, kissing her jaw lightly. "How was your day?"

"Well, _I_ think you're a poet. My day? Shards... It was dreadfully long." She rested her head on his chest. "I was so tired that I was planning on sleeping through the Turns. But your note changed my mind."

"If you're tired you can sleep, Glen. I just wanted to see you is all."
He kissed the top of her head softly.

"I'm...." Her hesitation was very brief. "I'm not so tired anymore,"
she admitted softly, nestling against him, wondering--again--if that was stepping over the line of feminine behavior.

"If you're sure," Kiomo murmured, rocking her slightly in his arms. "I have dinner and wine if you like. Or we can wait until later if you're not hungry..."

"Well...." She tilted her face up to his. "Are you...hungry?"

"I could only get one meal from the kitchens without starting wagging tongues, so I got one for you. I snuck into the dinning Hall and had mine," he reassured her. "You must be hungry."

"A little." **But more for you than for food...** The thought shamed her. But why should it?

"Well, come on then," he smiled, pulling back to drape his arm around her waist and guide her to the table. "Shall I pour us some wine?"

"Yes, please..." She brushed her cheek against his shoulder.

"Sit here," Kiomo said pulling out a chair, "and I will get it for you."

And so she sat...and waited. "And how was your day?" she asked when he returned to the table.

"Long," he said handing her the glass and bending to kiss her neck softly. "Just waiting till I could finally see you."

"What, you daydreamed the whole day?" she teased before taking a sip.

"And picked flowers and wrote bad poetry," he reminded her sitting down in his own chair with his own glass.

"It wasn't bad. It was nice, I thought. Brought a smile to my face...
And so did those flowers. They were lovely, Kiomo."

"Well, that was their purpose. So it seems it wasn't a bad waste of a day," he smiled. "Aren't you hungry? You're not eating."

Obediently she picked up her fork and popped a bite of wherry in her mouth--but didn't really taste it. "Better?" she asked with a grin once she swallowed.

Kiomo chuckled. "Don't forget to chew. Or are you in a hurry for some reason?"

Unable to keep the blush from her cheeks, she shook her head as she stabbed at a tuber.

Kiomo sipped at his wine smiling at her as he watched her. He certainly did like the way she blushed. Unfortunately, he knew too well that eventually the blushes would fade. That was both good and bad. For now, he would just enjoy the way they made her eyes sparkle.

Feeling his eyes on her, she glanced up at him, then bit her lower lip.
He had to know. With that smile, how could he not?

If he wasn't sure before, the longing, though unsure look in her eyes convinced him. He stood and reached out to gently caress her cheek before walking back to his sleeping room to perch on the edge of the bed. When she was ready, she knew were to find him.

Gleniel made herself finish the rest of her glass of wine. Maybe it would help her... She nervously wrung her hands together as she stood, leaving her half-finished meal behind as she slowly came to stand at the doorway to his bedroom. Gazing at him from across the way, she bit her lip again, taking a step forward. Shards, she wanted him...wanted to feel him...

Kiomo waited patiently for her. He was in no rush, but he also didn't bother to hide the fact that he wanted her as much as she wanted him.

Slowly she approached him then dropped to her knees, looking up at him with trusting eyes.

"What's going through that head of yours, Gleniel?" he asked, reaching out to pet her hair. "I won't know unless you tell me."

"Could I..." She blushed. "Could I show you?"

"I think I would like that," he nodded.

Carefully she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, hands hesitantly resting on his knees.

When she finally pulled back Kiomo smiled down at her encouragingly. "I have to say, I truly like the way you think."

Gleniel smiled back before bending her head to press a kiss to his knee.
She wished he would take the...upper hand in this. **I still don't quite know what...to do...**

He patted the bed beside him. "I think you'd be much more comfortable up here with me."

"How's that?" she asked, settling herself close beside him, thigh touching his. Shards...she could feel his warmth through the folds of her skirts... She could remember vividly just how intoxicating it felt to have his hot flesh sliding along hers... **Shards, Gleniel...
You're thinking just like those girls in the novels you read think....**
She brushed her cheek against his shoulder.

"Because I'm up here," he said simply, tilting her face so he could give her a proper kiss.

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