Intimacy
Prompt 077: Lust
Author's Ramblings: Yes I might have already tried this prompt with Deyhra (I'll never know how she convince me to write that down) but been honest: That was just Deyhra using me as her USB to write some smut in English. So hopefully this will make it up to you guys. This is me, Nanu, not Deyhra. Although she did wanted to come in and make it… Let's change the subject alright?
I hope you likey. Happy Writing!
She'd always wondered why lust had been such a bad thing back in her day.
Somehow Veronica could not bring herself to believe that the union between man and woman could ever be so… damning. After all it was the consummation of their feeling; the perfect harmony of souls in love, and the way of bearing children, and what could be more glorious than having a child out of her love for Balthazar, with Balthazar, of Balthazar. After all they were husband and wife, right?
She'd also wondered how some women, back then, could share their bodies with the men they were married, without love and by convenience. It would have grieved her to no end forcing herself to hand her body over to a stranger (or even to someone she knew) if there was no love between them. Merlin had once told her that Love grew between these couples, but it sometimes became nothing but mist over water. During the Sorcerer's War and then the battles against Morgana Veronica thought that consummating her relationship with Balthazar would be tragic; after all every time a couple did such things in books (and sometimes in reality) all turned to the worse. The couple usually lost the significant other, just remembering Tristan and Isolde was bad enough for her sending shivers and fears running up and down her spine.
It scared Veronica.
Yet she felt oddly attracted to consummate with Balthazar, and after done… They just were.
She'd never forget, mainly because of the sweetness he showed, and secondly because afterwards he kissed her and whispered sweet nothing to her ear and hair. Many had complimented her on her beauty, on the softness of her hair, the loveliness of her eyes, the pale skin. But when it came from Balthazar it meant something. It was the same used words, in lack of poetry, and probably maybe she'd heard more eloquence; but Balthazar's clumsiness, mixed with lust and love… Her laughter was the small gift Veronica could give him.
"So you find my poetry funny?"
"No, I find it loving. But you are so clumsy, my love."
"Ah." He answered, turning his eyes away, and then dropping a kiss over her naked shoulder.
It was only the beginning of more kisses.
Balthazar had become playful when he knew Veronica could take it. He would tease her to no end, make her blush in the oddest place by suggesting rather graphic thoughts, and then she would just redeem whatever he offered with one of her soft languid kisses.
She'd gotten her way with her kisses before, why not now?
So they were tangled in a mess of sheets and lust, kissing and caressing freely. Balthazar drawing deep moans of from her lips and encouraging her to continue them; his own movements slow and deep knowing that he could give her that ultimate release—
Suddenly he shifted them, his whole body moving as he brought her to kneel over him. Veronica blushed, deep read, and tried to conceal herself, embarrassed to be in such situation. "What are you doing?"
"Shh, shh." He said, lifting to kiss her, hands enveloping her waist. "I'll guide you."
"Balthazar?" She wanted to ask, but it came out as a sigh as his strong hands lifted her from him and then lowered her slowly, making her moan loud.
"Like that, see? Just… like tha… ah!" The moan he let out fueled Veronica and placing her hands over his chest she started moving, just as he'd shown her. Veronica has always been a quick study and to know she also held this power over him, like he did over her, well it made her smug, more confident. She went slow, not wanting to rush things, now understanding why her moans were so important for him to listen to enjoy them. She halted her movements, making him groan and dipped to kiss his full lips, now swollen because he'd been biting them too hard as she moved. "Veronica."
"Yes, beloved?"
He could only answer with a moan. His fingers flexed around her thighs nails slightly scrapping the soft surface as he begged for more. And she pleased him, allowing him release as he sometimes allowed hers. She'd figured he would drop back to bed, but instead he raised, hungry for deep kisses and roaming hands.
"You made love to me." He whispered, in such heartbroken conviction that made Veronica gasp, her legs and arms wrapping around his upper body and she kissed his lips, his nose and forehead and her cheek came to rest over his hair. "I love you."
"Oh, Balthazar." She said softly, fighting back tears. "My Balthazar."
"Herr Mannelig herr Mannelig trolofven I mig, for det jag bjuder sa gerna, I kunnen val svara endast ja eller nej, om I viljen eller ej" She'd been singing softly while trying to get the mixture of the cake right; Becky had mentioned that this Betty Crocker cakes were great, and when Veronica confessed that she was awful at baking it had surprised the young woman. She'd said Veronica couldn't mess this particular recipes, as long as she followed the instructions and got the right pans. So here she was, trying to get a cake batter ready before it got smeared all over the kitchen walls.
"I could listen to you sing all my life and never grow tired." Veronica jumped, and turned to see Balthazar standing on the doorway to the kitchen, hands in his pockets and looking at her with laughing eyes. Without his ring Veronica could not feel his presence, and so engrossed she was in the batter that she didn't hear him come upstairs from the store. He was smiling, sweetly, thing she was sure not many had seen and it made her smile as well.
"Can you stir this for me?" Asked Veronica, handing Balthazar a small jar of Betty Crocker frosting and a butter knife. Balthazar agreed, taking the items and placing them over the nearby sink, before dipping to kiss her lips.
"I could also watch you walk and cook all my life and would never complain."
"Really? Well I am not cooking for the rest of my life; I happen to have other things to do."
"You do?" He kissed her, wrapping his arms around her waist, as her batter covered hands tried to return the hug.
"I also need to fix the garden, clean and make sure you don't get in too many troubles with Dave." He hummed, kissing her again, this time deeper more suggestively pressing against her. "Balthazar." She murmured softly, as his hands started to lift the skirt of her short house dress.
"I love when you say my name like that." He growled against her lips.
"Like what?" He pulled hard at the woman's soft body, making her gasp hotly against his mouth. "Balthazar!"
"Like that." He growled again, making way towards the empty table, to set her over it. She couldn't touch him, because of the batter covering her hands, so Balthazar sucked the sweet concoction off the pale palms, making her moan in amazement. "I want you."
"We're in the kitchen." She moaned softly, making quick work of his shirt, as he did the same of her dress.
"Yes, and we are alone." He whispered hotly lowering her against the table's cold surface. She'd never felt more alive.
After wards Balthazar sat on the nearest chair sort of recovered and after covering up the necessary bits, as she gathered herself up, he took the jar of frosting opening the red lid, quickly getting into the task she'd given him earlier. Veronica continued cooking dinner, humming one of the many songs, aware that he was watching her.
They usually slept cuddling, but she'd gone to bed before him and he just dropped on his side, away from her and fell asleep. So in the middle of the night, when Veronica felt cold she turned to see Balthazar with his back to her, wrapped around himself. So she dropped back on the bed, dragging the discarded duvet over her, and him, when he suddenly snapped to a half sitting position. His eyes were still closed, his breathing deep.
"Veronica?" He asked suddenly, voice clear, making her turn in surprise.
"I'm here. Go back to sleep."
"Veronica." He repeated, dropping back to bed, shifting to lay down on his stomach, as his hand searched for hers. He found it under the warm duvet, close to her hip, his fingers laced with hers, and he settled down. Veronica smiled, capable of only wondering what things and horrors he had to go through wile carrying the Grimhold. The loneliness he must have overcome.
Veronica watched him sleep.
During her showers she'd wondered how it would feel to have Balthazar bathe beside her, and not in a sensual way, just bathing with the man she loved and enjoying a quiet moment together. The water was warm as she stood under it, pleasantly so, so she basked on the feeling of the running water against her skin. Back at the Keep it would have taken two maids to prepare her bath, and something like this shower was practically impossible, but once again she wasn't in her own time; she was in the year two thousand ten and she was a married woman. She chuckled when thoughts of her husband under the water attacking her full force.
Honestly if she wasn't sure as she was that he wore no ring she might had come to believe he'd placed some sort of charm for her to lust so much for him.
The water ran down her neck, as if caressing the pale skin, and her own hands made their way to her collarbone, caressing the skin there. She could imagine him, just cupping her hip with callused fingers, and making sure she wasn't too surprised or afraid of him as he neared her. Veronica would probably lean back, against is strong chest, and eyes closed allow him to wrap around her waist.
It was amazing how she could feel him, even when she was alone in the shower; his fingers softly massaging her curves and they lifted, then weighting her breasts to find them the perfect fit for his palms. Then his hand will lift, to turn her face to kiss her lips. And she would allow the sweet loving of his lips and hands. He would be so gentle, as he ever was, and fully return the kiss, wishing for him to continue. But her imagination always stopped there; nothing could rival what Balthazar could or would do next; not even her own caresses. And just the thought of doing that particular thing in the shower alone was to embarrassing.
No, not alone.
Balthazar was smooth, just like the water drenching her body, sliding over her skin with ease and comfort and, most specially, delight. To see his eyes, searching hers, as he touched her… Only imagining things sent rivulets of hunger through her entire body.
"Veronica?" The woman let out a startled yelp, stiffening and opening her eyes as her husband called her name from the door of the bathroom. She slid the fogged glass door open and looked at him. "Beloved I was thinking about ice cream would you… Are you alright?"
"Yes, of course! Why?"
"Your face's red, maybe the water's too hot." He said, moving closer to the shower, touching the running water, his hand drenching in the warm water. "It's normal."
"Yes, see? I'm fine." He frowned and then lowered his hand, the back of it sliding against her hip pulling a low moan from her throat. His blue eyes lifted, her brown ones met the intense gaze; without warning the blue shifted, from calm blue to stormy darkness. Oh God, he knows.