Day seven
It had been a long, cold night up on the cliff, with the beautiful view. But we'd had each other for warmth. And at that point in time, at that moment of existence in the universe, that, was all I needed.
I smiled happily. After the love we'd made, nothing could bring me down from the high I was on. Not the laborious chores, not the stifling heat, cruel sun or even the harsh scoldings of mistress.
I was on cloud nine, and nothing was bringing me down.
"You're in a good mood." Agnes commented when she caught me humming to myself as I scrubbed the hen house, not the kind of job one would particularly enjoy, but I was too love-struck to even notice the horrid smell or even the gross chunks of dried chicken waste.
I turned and smiled dreamily up at Agnes. "Huh?" I asked, in a daze, not noticing that my hair had fallen from the string I'd had it held back with. Agnes laughed and pulled my hair back for me, trying it securely. "Okay, I have about five minutes before I have to get back to work. Spill." She told me, leaving no room for argument.
I blushed, staring at the ground as I shifted so that I was sitting on my knees. "You and master Jack disappeared all night, and you didn't come home until dawn. Did you-" She stopped, a smile spreading over her face as she saw my blush deepen. "Did you make love?" She asked quiet brazenly, making me blush even deeper.
When I didn't reply for several moments, she burst out laughing. "You did, didn't you? you lucky thing!" She cried, enthusiastically patting my shoulder. "Not to sound... weird, or anything, but what was it like?" She begged. The look on her face alone was enough to make me burst into laughter.
"Oh Agnes, you really are a nosy parker! Yes, we did, and... it was... lovely." Was all I could think to describe the magic that had happened the night before.
"Lovely? It was 'lovely'? Oh, Kimmy, don't give me that one, that's all you can say about it?" She cried. I let out a short half-laugh, somewhat amused by how out-right nosy she was being. I stood, slapping my filthy hands over my equally filthy apron, sighing and collecting my rags.
"It was... brilliant. Fantastic. Magical, what else do you want me to say? I'm certainly not filling you in on the details." I told her cheekily, earning a disgusted snort from Agnes. "Goodness no, I just want to know how it made you feel!" She told me, fawning over the subject as she followed me to the slave shack like a lost duckling.
"It made me feel, free." I told her, turning to look at her, a dreamy smile on my face. My comment made Agnes squeal and slap me repeatedly on the arm. "No. Fair!" She giggled, prancing away like a child who had just been given candy, and money to buy more.
I smiled, shaking my head and washing my hands. Indeed, the experience was indescribable, but I had truly felt free in his arms, melting away to blissful freedom with each kiss.
I shook myself out of the daydream I felt coming on and continued on with my work, a smile on my face, a spring in my step, and a certain boy on my mind.
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