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footsteps and leapt into the
giant four poster bed, pulling the covers up to her
chin.
The girl bustled in with a tray,
crossed the room and set the tray on the table next to the bed.
Alexis felt a welling of gratitude.
“ Thank you!” she exclaimed,
dropping the cover and scooting to the side of the bed to look at
the tray of assorted fruits, vegetables, cheeses and breads. It all
looked so good she couldn’t decide where to start first and began
to take a bite of first one tidbit then another, barely waiting to
swallow before she grabbed another piece.
The girl nodded, smiled.
She didn’t leave and Alexis began to
feel a little uncomfortable under her unrelenting stare.
“ What’s your name?” she
asked around a bite of apple.
The girl frowned, tilted her head
questioningly.
Alexis pointed to herself. “I’m Alexis
and you are…?”
The girl nodded excitedly.
“Moira.”
“ Moira. Nice name. Very
pretty.”
Moira smiled. “You eat. You
sleep.”
Alexis nodded.
“ Go to council
then.”
Alexis lost her appetite. “Oh. So
soon?”
Moira frowned. Apparently that bit of
conversation was beyond her.
“ Never mind.” Alexis
returned the partially eaten apple to the tray and drained the
glass of water that had been provided.
Moira gathered up the robe she’d
discarded.
“ Do you think you could
launder that and return it to Aurora and tell her thank
you?”
Moira looked confused.
“ Clean?”
Moira nodded. “Clean. Aurora. Thank
you.”
Alexis snuggled beneath the covers,
yawning. She never heard Moira leave.
* * * *
Something tickled her nose. Drowsily,
Alexis rubbed the itch. She heard a deep chuckle and frowned. “Go
‘way,” she murmured in a sleep slurred voice, rolling over and
snuggling deeper into the pillows.
She was just drifting away again when
she felt the warmth of a hand settle lightly on her hip. Her skin
tingled. She experienced a brief inner struggle, torn between the
urge to slide back into sleep and the first stirrings of desire.
Finally, she decided to ignore it.
The hand began to glide slowly down
her hip and along her thigh. Warmth radiated through her. Desire
took the upper hand, replacing the drowsiness of sleep with the
lethargy of budding passion.
The hand stopped when it reached her
knee. She caught her breath, waiting, this time in anticipation.
His hand slipped beneath her gown, touching bare skin, and began to
move upward again, over her hip, his fingertips skimming her belly,
pausing. Her heart executed a little gallop of expectancy, want
flooding her, awakening her flesh to sensation, his touch sending
tremors through her belly and loins.
To her disappointment, after only a
brief pause, as if he was trying to decide whether to slide his
hand over her belly and between her thighs, or continue as he’d
begun, he moved his hand upward, along the curve of her waist, and
finally cupped her breast, kneading it gently.
Heat suffused her, traveling from her
breasts to her belly.
“ Mmm,” Alexis murmured,
unwilling now to rouse herself from her half dream state because
the hand was doing things that felt very pleasant.
His mouth settled against the
sensitive, exposed flesh at her neck, and sent a flight of
goose-flesh down her shoulder and arm. Moisture gathered in her
sex. Anticipation fluttered in her belly.
Almost lazily, she rolled toward the
warmth of his mouth, sought it with her own lips. She felt his
weight settle against her length as his mouth covered hers, his
kiss gentle, seductive.
His scent, his taste, the firm
hardness of his mouth and body flooded her senses like a heady
wine. She lifted her hand, placed it against his chest. His skin
was warm, soft as velvet beneath her fingers, the muscles beneath
rock hard.
Sweet desire gave way to hunger. She
touched her tongue to his lips, slid it inside his mouth, touched
his tongue with her own, beckoning.
His heart leapt beneath her palm, his
breath becoming harsh. He plunged his tongue into
giant four poster bed, pulling the covers up to her
chin.
The girl bustled in with a tray,
crossed the room and set the tray on the table next to the bed.
Alexis felt a welling of gratitude.
“ Thank you!” she exclaimed,
dropping the cover and scooting to the side of the bed to look at
the tray of assorted fruits, vegetables, cheeses and breads. It all
looked so good she couldn’t decide where to start first and began
to take a bite of first one tidbit then another, barely waiting to
swallow before she grabbed another piece.
The girl nodded, smiled.
She didn’t leave and Alexis began to
feel a little uncomfortable under her unrelenting stare.
“ What’s your name?” she
asked around a bite of apple.
The girl frowned, tilted her head
questioningly.
Alexis pointed to herself. “I’m Alexis
and you are…?”
The girl nodded excitedly.
“Moira.”
“ Moira. Nice name. Very
pretty.”
Moira smiled. “You eat. You
sleep.”
Alexis nodded.
“ Go to council
then.”
Alexis lost her appetite. “Oh. So
soon?”
Moira frowned. Apparently that bit of
conversation was beyond her.
“ Never mind.” Alexis
returned the partially eaten apple to the tray and drained the
glass of water that had been provided.
Moira gathered up the robe she’d
discarded.
“ Do you think you could
launder that and return it to Aurora and tell her thank
you?”
Moira looked confused.
“ Clean?”
Moira nodded. “Clean. Aurora. Thank
you.”
Alexis snuggled beneath the covers,
yawning. She never heard Moira leave.
* * * *
Something tickled her nose. Drowsily,
Alexis rubbed the itch. She heard a deep chuckle and frowned. “Go
‘way,” she murmured in a sleep slurred voice, rolling over and
snuggling deeper into the pillows.
She was just drifting away again when
she felt the warmth of a hand settle lightly on her hip. Her skin
tingled. She experienced a brief inner struggle, torn between the
urge to slide back into sleep and the first stirrings of desire.
Finally, she decided to ignore it.
The hand began to glide slowly down
her hip and along her thigh. Warmth radiated through her. Desire
took the upper hand, replacing the drowsiness of sleep with the
lethargy of budding passion.
The hand stopped when it reached her
knee. She caught her breath, waiting, this time in anticipation.
His hand slipped beneath her gown, touching bare skin, and began to
move upward again, over her hip, his fingertips skimming her belly,
pausing. Her heart executed a little gallop of expectancy, want
flooding her, awakening her flesh to sensation, his touch sending
tremors through her belly and loins.
To her disappointment, after only a
brief pause, as if he was trying to decide whether to slide his
hand over her belly and between her thighs, or continue as he’d
begun, he moved his hand upward, along the curve of her waist, and
finally cupped her breast, kneading it gently.
Heat suffused her, traveling from her
breasts to her belly.
“ Mmm,” Alexis murmured,
unwilling now to rouse herself from her half dream state because
the hand was doing things that felt very pleasant.
His mouth settled against the
sensitive, exposed flesh at her neck, and sent a flight of
goose-flesh down her shoulder and arm. Moisture gathered in her
sex. Anticipation fluttered in her belly.
Almost lazily, she rolled toward the
warmth of his mouth, sought it with her own lips. She felt his
weight settle against her length as his mouth covered hers, his
kiss gentle, seductive.
His scent, his taste, the firm
hardness of his mouth and body flooded her senses like a heady
wine. She lifted her hand, placed it against his chest. His skin
was warm, soft as velvet beneath her fingers, the muscles beneath
rock hard.
Sweet desire gave way to hunger. She
touched her tongue to his lips, slid it inside his mouth, touched
his tongue with her own, beckoning.
His heart leapt beneath her palm, his
breath becoming harsh. He plunged his tongue into
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