Written for the Seanfhocal Circle's challenge 6.
I watch you as your fingers fly across the cloth, beautiful designs appearing beneath them. Slender, delicate fingers, that caress my cheek and touch my lips when you wish for quiet.
When I first met you, you were shy, unsure of yourself, maid to the strong-minded Lady Kel. You spoke of her with awe and worship, and in that moment, I hated the page, for you loved her. Time passed, and your affection did not wane, but I realised that it was not what I thought.
The worst day of my life was the one in which you were missing. The night before, I had kissed you, and you fled. I cried that night and the next, but with happiness then, for you had been found, and you loved me. I kissed you again and again and you responded. Deliriously happy, I pulled you to the bed, and we made love.
All night I was plagued with doubts – that you would regret it, that you would hate me. In the morning you opened your eyes and smiled at me, and I knew all was well.
You look up at me now and smile lovingly. I smile back, feeling a sudden rush of affection.
I have very little of my own, merely a dream – a dream of you and me and a little dressmakers' shop.
"Come to bed, Lalasa," I murmur coaxingly.
My lover smiles at me and finishes her work before laying it down.
"I love you, Tian," she says, and I hold out my hand. She takes it, and I lead her to our bedroom.
If I had cloths spun by the Goddess herself, I would lay them on our bed and you would love me on them. But I have only this dream, the one of you and me and a dressmakers' shop and I love you.