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But I wasn’t going to be all strange and uncomfortable just because my bedfellow was an asshole. So I got comfortable with my head on my arm, my knees up at my chest in the fetal position, and decided he could lay on his bed however he pleased. He could touch me or not at his leisure. And if he thought I was so awful that he did not wish to make any physical contact with me, so much the better. More room for me.
I tossed and turned a bit, making a point to brush my leg against his leg, my shoulder against his shoulder, just so I could feel him stiffen where he lay next to me. But eventually, even with all of the tension that existed between us, I drifted off into a fitful sleep.
CHAPTER SIX: CALDER FEV’ROSK
I admit, I did not completely understand what it was that made my heart feel as though it were being torn asunder. I wanted desperately to touch her; I could not touch her, for she burned me utterly. Her entitlement put me off; her wide, warm, trusting eyes drew me back in again. She was weak and required my aid; she was strong and fiery as a cast iron stove and needed nothing of me save for a map and a set of warm clothes.
The Qulari are not required to be celibate while they serve their gods; indeed, we are encouraged to take husbands and wives, to engage in the act of creation in honor of the great pantheon that watches over us. But I spent most of my young adult life never turning an eye toward the fairer sex. When we saw them begin to die off, they were coupled up quickly, and I was left without a Qet companion. And then the Europax came…
Bah, none had ever turned my head. No female had the capacity to occupy my thoughts, and it suited me fine to remain a bachelor. Never needing to amend my behavior to suit someone else, never having to worry about the rearing of a babe. I was carefree. And I liked it that way.
Did I not?
Lorelei Vauss was asleep, curled tightly into a ball, and her bare bottom pressed against my leg. For my part, I lay staring at the shadows dancing on the ceiling, cast there by the dying embers from the fire at the front of the room. My fingertips recalled the feeling of her flesh, and I wondered if she would feel different now, warmed as she was beneath the blankets. I was consumed by thoughts of what it would mean to touch her, of what it would feel like to relax and let our limbs tangle up together. I wonder if her skin tasted sweet, or like musk and salt. I wondered if the flower of her sex was wet like water weeds.
I threw myself over onto my side and tried to get away from her, and eventually I was able to fall asleep for a time. But I drifted in and out of slumber on the heels of ill-fated dreams until I finally awoke, sweating, with the furs piled double atop me. Lorelei was swinging her feet over the edge of the bed, her back to me as she stretched her arms high over her head.
I stirred, and drew her attention. “Good morning,” she said, her hands going self-consciously to her breasts in order to preserve what little of her modesty remained. I grumbled my own salutation in begrudging reply. “I have to, um…” she stood and pressed her knees together, a universal signal for a need for relief.
“The privy room is at the back,” I said, and gestured vaguely in that direction. She bounded off with a shouted note of thanks, and I rose as well to squelch out what remained of the embers. The day was already beginning to warm, and the room had grown hot in the rising light.
I threw open the windows to let the fresh air in and fetched a few items of clothing from the trunk I kept at the foot of my bed. When she emerged again from the privy room, she kept herself hidden behind the bulk of the wooden bedframe.
“I have garments for you there,” I said, gesturing to the folded fabric. “But you may wish to wash yourself.”
“Yes, please,” she said, her tone one of total insistence.
“Very well,” I conceded, not looking at her. “Follow me.” I snatched up the
I tossed and turned a bit, making a point to brush my leg against his leg, my shoulder against his shoulder, just so I could feel him stiffen where he lay next to me. But eventually, even with all of the tension that existed between us, I drifted off into a fitful sleep.
CHAPTER SIX: CALDER FEV’ROSK
I admit, I did not completely understand what it was that made my heart feel as though it were being torn asunder. I wanted desperately to touch her; I could not touch her, for she burned me utterly. Her entitlement put me off; her wide, warm, trusting eyes drew me back in again. She was weak and required my aid; she was strong and fiery as a cast iron stove and needed nothing of me save for a map and a set of warm clothes.
The Qulari are not required to be celibate while they serve their gods; indeed, we are encouraged to take husbands and wives, to engage in the act of creation in honor of the great pantheon that watches over us. But I spent most of my young adult life never turning an eye toward the fairer sex. When we saw them begin to die off, they were coupled up quickly, and I was left without a Qet companion. And then the Europax came…
Bah, none had ever turned my head. No female had the capacity to occupy my thoughts, and it suited me fine to remain a bachelor. Never needing to amend my behavior to suit someone else, never having to worry about the rearing of a babe. I was carefree. And I liked it that way.
Did I not?
Lorelei Vauss was asleep, curled tightly into a ball, and her bare bottom pressed against my leg. For my part, I lay staring at the shadows dancing on the ceiling, cast there by the dying embers from the fire at the front of the room. My fingertips recalled the feeling of her flesh, and I wondered if she would feel different now, warmed as she was beneath the blankets. I was consumed by thoughts of what it would mean to touch her, of what it would feel like to relax and let our limbs tangle up together. I wonder if her skin tasted sweet, or like musk and salt. I wondered if the flower of her sex was wet like water weeds.
I threw myself over onto my side and tried to get away from her, and eventually I was able to fall asleep for a time. But I drifted in and out of slumber on the heels of ill-fated dreams until I finally awoke, sweating, with the furs piled double atop me. Lorelei was swinging her feet over the edge of the bed, her back to me as she stretched her arms high over her head.
I stirred, and drew her attention. “Good morning,” she said, her hands going self-consciously to her breasts in order to preserve what little of her modesty remained. I grumbled my own salutation in begrudging reply. “I have to, um…” she stood and pressed her knees together, a universal signal for a need for relief.
“The privy room is at the back,” I said, and gestured vaguely in that direction. She bounded off with a shouted note of thanks, and I rose as well to squelch out what remained of the embers. The day was already beginning to warm, and the room had grown hot in the rising light.
I threw open the windows to let the fresh air in and fetched a few items of clothing from the trunk I kept at the foot of my bed. When she emerged again from the privy room, she kept herself hidden behind the bulk of the wooden bedframe.
“I have garments for you there,” I said, gesturing to the folded fabric. “But you may wish to wash yourself.”
“Yes, please,” she said, her tone one of total insistence.
“Very well,” I conceded, not looking at her. “Follow me.” I snatched up the
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