Eloix pulled back, pushing him down, letting her hands stroke his stomach, ghosting over the long scar on his thigh. “Now the distraction I promised,” she whispered, and straddled him, easing his length into her warm, hot wetness.
Simus moaned his appreciation, reaching for the breasts that swayed above him, and allowed himself to be completely and utterly distracted.
Afterward, Eloix curledbeside him, her back to him, facing her weapons. Simus made sure the second blanket covered them both, then stretched out on his back, his hands behind his head. His body was sated and relaxed, the tension and tightness gone from his muscles. The warmth of the coarse blanket felt even better with the touch of the cool night air on his face and arms. He took in deep breaths, enjoying the scent of the night, the grasses, the blade oil on their weapons and the muskiness of their bodies. A warrior could not ask for more.
Better this than the stone walls of Xy surrounding him, shutting out the skies and stars.
He’d remained in Xy to secure the kingdom when Lara and Keir had left to confront the Council of Elders. Parts of that time he’d enjoyed, especially teaching the city-dwellers the ways of the Plains. He chuckled at the memory of strolling naked through the castle until Anna the Cook chased him through the halls armed with nothing more than a wooden spoon and the sharp edge of her tongue.
But there was much he would not miss. He hadn’t cared for their thick walls, or their beds that wanted to swallow a man whole, thrashing in the softness, unable to rise. Nor their notions of pleasure, or their rules as to who slept with who, and the rituals of binding. They’d not seen a man of his color before, or any color other than their own, and their shock at the idea of women warriors had been something to behold.
And their senels, skies above. Simus winced at the memory of meetings held in stone rooms, talking endlessly about nothings, a waste of breath and sunlight.
It had been no hardship when the threat to Lara and Keir had called him back to the Plains.
Simus stretched again, relishing the slight tug of the scar on his thigh. There was no pain, no weakness in the limb, all thanks to the healing skills of the Warprize. He smiled in fondness of the little healer who’d followed her Warlord to the Plains. And now they’d left at the first break in the snows, returning to Xy for the birth of their child. Both besotted with each other, and Lara as big as an ehat.
Not that he’d ever say that to a life-bearer. He snorted at the very thought.
Eloix stirred at the sound, shifting so that her back touched Simus’s hip before she melted back into sleep. Simus’s own body stirred in response, anticipating a bit more ‘distraction’ when she woke. She was a joy to share pleasure with...and yet...
Simus frowned up at the stars.
He’d never seen the benefit of bonding as Lara and Keir had, never thought it was something he would have interest in. Limited to one partner? Bond together to the snows and beyond? No, sharing pleasure with multiple partners on equal terms suited him best.
And yet...there was something between Lara and Keir, something different. Simus narrowed his eyes as he considered it. It was a different kind of sharing, beyond their bodies, and it reflected between them.
He’d seen it in Anna and Othur too, those two fat city-dwellers who had earned his respect in the time he’d been in Water’s Fall. Anna for her skill with that spoon, and Othur for his insights in the problems of bringing their two peoples together. They’d shared the same lives for many years, longer than any bonded couple he’d known. It seemed a fine thing, for them.
Simus took another deep breath, and laughed at himself. He wished his friends well, but for him, the Plains were where he truly wished to be.
For all its flaws.
The stars danced in the night, stretching as far as he could see. If he turned his head, a glow was visible in the direction of the Heart, as if every fire pit and torch were lit surrounding the great circular stone. He grinned and turned his head deliberately away. Another time, he’d have tried to sneak closer, and learn the warrior-priests’ secrets. But he’d not risk it this night. There was too much at stake. Even if the skies favored the bold.
‘The earth covers the stupid.’ The dour, scarred face of Marcus, Keir’s token-bearer, floated in his mind.
Simus chuckled at the thought, but there was truth to Marcus’s words. He and Keir and Simus had spent long hours during the winter in the deep lodges, sheltered in the earth, planning and talking. Keir had warned him that being Warlord was a far different matter than serving as Second. He felt it already, in the eyes of his warriors as they awaited, looking to him for decisions.
Simus drew a deep breath and let it out slowly. The stars twinkled above, seemingly cold and distant, as if waiting for him to prove himself.
‘I will,’ he vowed to them. ‘I can handle whatever comes.’
The stars were silent, and unimpressed.
Ah well. Enough of that. Simus stretched again, carefully brushing against Eloix with the lightest of touches.
She stirred, rolling over, smiling as she looked at him with sleepy eyes. “I see I have failed you,” she said, her voice low and husky. “You have been thinking. Wasn’t I distracting enough?”
Simus rolled over, covering her, settling between her thighs as she spread her legs to welcome him. “More than enough. So much so that I desire even more—”
A bell-like tone shivered in the air, stopping his words, his breath, his very thought. For long moments it held them, helpless and suspended, and then it rolled on and past, sweeping over them like a wind.
It came from the Heart.
Simus was up, his sword and dagger in hand, crouching low. Eloix had her weapons as well, her body close to the ground. The glow from the Heart had brightened.
Simus gestured, and Eloix reached for her armor as he watched the area around them. She dressed on the blanket, thrusting her legs into her leathers with quick, efficient movements. Her face did not reflect fear, but her eyes were wide, her breathing fast.
