Xirysa Says: Random idea that's been floating around my head for a while. Mostly because there's not enough KentLyn in this world. Or the internet... :D Well, this part is really a ficlet...
As a side note... I really liked this pairing before, but the amazing writing of Kitten Kisses has me inspired. So... This series will switch in POV and each part will most likely not be related to another, but... I hope it's not too confusing. Have a nice day! Oh, and as usual, I am (and will always be) the tactician in my fics. If one appears at all. So... Yes. I do believe that is it... Mm... Enjoy!

Senses
Part One: Touch

They lay together side by side on the bed as sunlight streamed through the open wind. Her back was to him, knees curled up as far as they could go. One arm pillowed her head while her long green hair fanned out over the pillow and tickled his face. His bare chest rubbed gently against the soft skin of her back as his chin fit into the curve formed by her neck and shoulder. He tightened his grip around her waist as she turned to face him. She opened sleepy eyes and smiled at his dozing features, gently running a hand through his soft red hair when she became aware of the comforting weight of his arm around her waist. He stirred and slowly opened bleary eyes, face breaking into a small smile when he saw her calm green eyes looking into his own brown ones. Bringing his hand up to her cheek, he briefly brushed his lips against her own before pulling back.

Their legs were entwined beneath the thin sheets that covered them. She shifted her legs and he shivered at the touch. She giggled at his response and at the soft red hairs that ticked her bare legs. He smiled and kissed her forehead lovingly before stretching and getting off of their bed. She sighed, but soon followed suite, tying a colorful woven band out of her face. He pulled on a worn woolen shirt, the coarse material scratching his skin. He turned to leave the room when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Smiling, he faced her and placed a calloused hand on her swollen abdomen. He could feel little kicks and thumps beat a steady rhythm on the palm of his hand.

-x-x-x-

The sun beat down on the back of his neck relentlessly. He felt a bead of sweat trickle down the side of his face and sighed. He stood up straight and stretched his back; sowing the earth really put a strain on one's body. He unhooked his horse from the tiller and led it to the shade of a nearby tree. He walked to the stream and brought back a bucket of water for the horse and a canteen of the liquid for himself. Giving the water to his faithful mare, he sat at the base of the tree and closed his eyes. When he opened them a few moments later, he was face to face with the round belly of his wife.

She held a bowl of broth and some fruit in her hands. He stood up and took the items from her, placing them next to his canteen. She sat down slowly and gingerly, hand against the trunk of the tree to keep her balance. She sat down and groaned. He quickly sat down beside her, concern written across his face. She turned to face him and grabbed his hand, placing it on her stomach with an oddly girlish laugh. He relaxed and wrapped his other arm around her shoulders. Closing her eyes, she sighed contentedly and rested her head on his strong, broad shoulder and smiled, arms wrapped around his waist. Her touch was soft and gentle. He felt his eyes grow heavy and gave in to the temptation. Husband and wife sat in the shade of the tree, lulled to sleep by the constant staccato inside her womb.

-x-x-x-

It was evening; the work for the day was done. Wiping of the sweat that had collected on his brow, he walked up to the door of their house and placed his worn leather boots at its entrance. His bare feet made little sound as he walked through the house. Stopping in front of a closed door, he paused for a moment before entering the room.

She sat on the floor with a toddler with dark red hair and startling emerald eyes. The child's hands were pressed on her mother's womb, eyes wide in wonder as they felt movement underneath the cloth and flesh. The toddler looked up and smiled; she left her mother and ran to him with a cry. He smiled and crouched down, laughing when the momentum of her charge bowled him over. He sat upright and pulled the child into his lap, tickling her relentlessly. His wife struggled to stand up and did so. The child shrieked with glee, and her mother couldn't help but join in on the laughter. After a few minutes, the tickle war was over and the child lay dozing in his lap. He chuckled and stood up, carefully carrying his daughter to her small cot on the other side of the room. She followed him slowly, hands on the small of her back as she struggled to keep her balance. He placed her on the small mattress, pulling the thin blanket over her tiny body. She brushed the hair out of her eyes lovingly, and he bent down and gave her a soft kiss on her forehead. The child smiled and mumbled in her sleep.

Kent stepped back and wrapped a comforting arm around his wife's waist as they gazed at their sleeping daughter. Lyn looked up at him and smiled. Standing on tip-toe, she planted a small kiss on his lips and gave her husband a small, knowing smile.

It was these little touches throughout the day that made their lives on the plains together so much better.

Xirysa Says: You would NOT believe how difficult it was to write this. Seriously. Staying with the sense of touch... But it was a nice challenge for me. Either way... I've always entertained the idea of Kent being a father; I actually think that he would be quite good at it. And Lyn as a mother seems just natural to me. As to the number of children... Somehow I always thought at least two, maybe three. Eh, that's just my thought.
Constructive criticism is mucho appreciated; there's some parts that don't really flow, in my opinion.