Unusual Methods of Persuasion

Writers: Eimi, Bree
Date Posted: 4th October 2005

Characters: Jarthir, Dalicia
Description: Jarthir uses some rather unusual methods to convince his wife that they should leave their cot and return to the Hall proper.
Location: Smith Hall (NPC)
Date: month 8, day 9 of Turn 3

Dalicia held the wrapped up pot of stew close to her body in order to keep both herself and it's contents warm as she trudged through the snow to the workshop. Her other arm was wrapped around the handle of the basket carrying bread, wine and cheese, the rest of the dinner she had prepared for her husband that evening. He said he would have to work late in the workshop that evening, and she would be sharding angry if that was not where she found him!

Just as she began wondering how she was going to open the great door with so much in her hands, it opened and one of the young apprentices stepped out.
"Oh, good evening, Dalicia."

"Hello Nyblek," she gave the young man a warm smile. "Is Jarthir in there?"
She tried to keep the suspicion out of her voice as she asked.

"Oh yes. He's working _still_. Everyone else has gone home." He reached out a hand to her. "Can I help you carry anything?"

She smiled at the young man warmly, filled both with appreciation and relief. So Jarthir _was_ there as he promised! "No thank you, Nyblek. I can manage, if you hold the door for me. But aren't you supposed to be in your barracks now? It's late!"

The young man blushed. "Jarthir was giving me advice on how to sodder more cleanly, and I guess we just lost track of time."

"Well, hold the door for me, and then run back to your room! There's a good lad." She gave him one more smile as she slipped into the door. "Good night, Nyblek," she called absently over her shoulder.

Her eyes scanned the work shop. It was almost dark, save for a light down by the fire. The room was pleasantly warm and she could feel the heat bringing the life back to her fingers and toes. There, huddled over the table, she could see the beautifully muscled back of her husband, working away diligently. The woman moved closer unnoticed. He was totally engrossed in the work. She watched him for a moment, falling in love with the way he moved along the table, the way his large strong hands worked to gently and precisely with small threads of metal. Dalicia knew exactly what those hands could do...

Jarthir didn't look up, but he seemed to know she was watching him. "Did you bring dinner, Dalicia?" "Yes," she said as she set the warm pot down on the table, and set the basket on the floor. "But if you are in the middle of something it can wait."

For a moment there was silence as Jarthir coaxed a final piece into place.
Then he smiled triumphantly and turned, something beautiful and glittering in his hands. "I'm finished." "It's lovely, Jarthir," Dalicia said as she admired his smile more than the bauble in his hands. She ran her fingers through his black hair. "You are talented, you know."

Jarthir smiled at her, leaning down to kiss her cheek softly. His lips traced back to her ear. "Lift your hair for me, love..." Dalicia smiled suspiciously as she leaned towards his lips. "All right."
She pulled her hair back, deftly twisting it into a crude bun to hold it in place.

He clasped the snug necklace around her neck, letting his fingers trail over her throat and collarbone as he smoothed it into place. Then he turned her to a small mirror he kept near his workstation, tangling his fingers in her hair and holding it up off her neck so she could admire the full affect of her throat encircled in delicate silver and tiny, sparkling gems.

The woman gasped as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her hand flew to the necklace that gently lay around her neck, sparkling in the fire light.
"Oh Jarthir... It's... breathtaking."

Jarthir smiled, pleased that the gift he'd been working on in secret for so long met her approval. He leaned forward to kiss her ear softly, his hands still tangled in her hair. "So are you, love..."

She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch, her hands reaching back to run along his legs. This was how their life should be together. This is what she stayed with him for. For the hope of moments like these.

They were alone in the workroom, but it was _hardly_ the sort of place for them to be doing anything illicit. Still, he couldn't help but brush his lips down her neck, finding skin not hidden by the jewels he'd given here.
"If we lived in the Hall, I'd take you back to our rooms right now so I could see you in nothing but that necklace..." She had to admit, he had a point. Dalicia turned around in his arms. "And what would you be wearing?" she asked as she slid her fingers under his tunic.

Sinking his hands into her hair again, Jarthir tangled his fingers in the strands and tilted her head back, staring down at her with a hot passion in his eyes that was made all the more intense by knowing that they were in a place where they could so easily be caught. "You, of course..." She lifted his tunic as high as she could and began tracing kisses across his chest. Dalicia knew that the chances of anyone walking in on them at this hour were slim, but the thought of the risk excited her too. And the thought of waiting for a more appropriate place and time just didn't appeal.
She wanted him, and she wanted him now.

Their cot was too far away, but Jarthir had his very own office just down the hallway, and while not exactly the most appropriate place for this sort of thing, it was at least a step better than the common work area. Food forgotten, Jarthir knocked his wife's hands away from him and swept her up into his arms. He could already picture her perched on the edge of his desk, clad in the necklace he'd given her and her long hair...

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