Chapter Fourteen -- For Us

"Kisara?"

A hand touched mine.

"Kisara."

I opened my blurry eyes. I had fallen asleep on the floor, leaning against one of the impressive columns that held the roof over the temple. Kneeling next to me was a dusty and tired figure, with a charming smile and wine-colored eyes...

"Atem!" I embraced him fiercely as he laughed gently and hugged me back. "You are safe," I whispered in his ear.

"So are you," he said fervently. He released me and his eyes took in my appearance; I had merely scrubbed some of the blood off my face and had not changed from my nightgown. I was covered in Seth's blood, dirt from my fall in the tunnel, and sweat. I knew I looked worse than I did coming from the streets.

"You look worse than I do," he said wryly and smiled. "Come, we'll get cleaned up and see what happened last night."

Several hours later, I slid out of the bath, dried myself, and wrapped a sari about my clean body and walked from my room to Atem's. I passed several guards and servants, all scurrying about fixing the damage from last night. All nodded to me and I nodded back. News that we had been married in the night must have leaked out already.

I knocked once on Atem's door, and there was a shout from within. "Come in."

I went inside, and there was no one in the room. "Atem?" I called, walking about the room, resplendent in crimson and gold. The ceiling was high, and tall windows let sunlight in. Heavy crimson drapes were pulled back from the windows, and I could see the entire city. There was a huge bed against the wall, facing the windows, and it was of carefully carved wood. Upon it was a coverlet of the same red as the drapes along with gold stitches. There was a large wooden chest at the foot of the bed, covered in ornate carvings. It looked very old.

"Like our room?"

I looked up, and there was a doorway that led into what I presumed was a bathroom. Atem was standing in it, only a towel wrapped about his waist. His hair was mussed from being dried, a mass of gold, black and violet curls.

"Your hair..." I said, trying not to laugh.

He flashed a grin. "Sad, isn't it?" He disappeared into the bathroom, and brought back a comb. Atem walked over to me, and handed it to me.

"Think you can fix it?" he asked teasingly.

I took one look at the mess, and bit my lip, then shook my head.

"Don't worry," he said. "It dries normal."

I sat down on the edge of the bed. "Are you going to tell me about what happened last night?" I asked, looking up at him, curious about what he had been through.

"I think it can wait," he said. He sat down on the edge of the bed next to me and looked at me, then bent his head and kissed me. A sudden image of Seth popped into my head, and I fought it away. I parted my lips over Atem's, and he gratefully opened his.

Seth's face didn't leave my mind. I kissed Atem harder, my tongue meeting his, and making my stomach turn and twist into butterflies. I wrapped an arm about him, and pulled him closer. He didn't seem to think I was forward at all, and merely moved closer to me.

I couldn't stand it anymore. I drove all thoughts of Seth from my head, and concentrate on Atem. The man I wasn't sure if I loved anymore, but was married to. And I was going to see if I truly loved him or not. I tore my lips from Atem's.

"Is the door locked?" I whispered hoarsely.

"Who cares," Atem said, and began kissing me passionately again. He wrapped me in an embrace, and laid me down on the bed. I pulled him onto me, and pulled the towel from his body as I did so. Our kiss broke, both of us heady and breathing in short gasps. I looked between us, and saw his powerful body, his beautiful male form, and watched as his hands undid the sari, quickly unwrapping me as if every second my flesh were covered was painful to him.

Within seconds, I was as naked in his arms. I felt his throbbing manhood against my leg, and blushed lightly, having never seen a naked man. But my mission did not allow giving into feelings of maidenly modesty. If I was to absolve myself of Seth for once and for all, never to think of him again, I had to make this, my first time, with my husband, the best, so mind-numbingly ecstatic that I would never wonder what might have, could have been. I kissed Atem again, moving to his neck and kissing him lightly, pecking his hot flesh quickly.

Moving faster now, Atem ran his hand over my body, massaging with his touch, working his way from my shoulders, down to thighs. He bent his head and kissed my breast lightly, then the nipple, then trailed kisses down my stomach, pausing to flick his tongue over my navel, causing me to shiver in delight. I lay, passive for the moment, and watched in sinful anticipation as he continued down from my navel.

His feverish lips stopped suddenly, and he looked up at me. Hot and gasping for air, I waited for him to continue his lustful journey, but instead he moved back up on top of me, and kissed my lips soundly.

"This will hurt," he murmured against them, "so I shall do it quickly and let it be done." I nodded. I was not ignorant of sex, and understood.

Atem then parted my legs gently with his knee. I held onto his shoulders, and he looked into my eyes before thrusting into me. I gasped as a fiery pain grew between my legs. Atem watched my reaction slowly, and began moving slowly in and out of me. Almost as quickly as it had come, the sensation was gone, and I looked up at him. Atem began moving more rapidly, and a small bubble seemed to swell in the pit of my stomach. Atem moved faster now, both of us moaning and kissing each other wherever we could.

Without warning I gasped, and the bubble inside me burst. Atem quickly bent down and kissed me, and I cried out in pleasure inside his mouth. He moved quickly, and suddenly when limp as he climaxed as well. We continued kissing as our shared orgasm moved through us, vibrating, it seemed, through our golden bodies.

The last vestiges of sweet bliss slowly faded from our bodies. Our veiling kiss ended, and Atem slowly removed himself from me and lay down next to me. I rolled onto my side, and kissed his shoulder, then looked into his eyes.

"That's for us," he whispered. Breathless, I nodded, and stared at him.

"I love you," I said softly, staring at his calm face.

"And I love you." Atem stroked the side of my face.

"I think last night can wait a little longer," I said quietly, as I tried to stifle a yawn. The act of making love had tired me.

Atem nodded, and drew a blanket over our naked bodies.

"For us..." I whispered softly, and closed my eyes. The words echoed in my thoughts, and in my mind, I saw Atem smiling gently. Smiling, I drifted off to sleep in my husband's arms.