Warning for smuttish content

Chapter 34

ABBY

The first day of celebration was in full swing and I was already tired of it. Unlike some people, I had a suspicion that the mad king wasn't gone. I don't mean to be a pessimist, but to me something just didn't add up. But was anyone else thinking about this? No, not even my beloved had the same view for once. And I'd been spending much time with Murtagh of late. as much time as I spent with Aubree, in fact. Almost losing the people you care about does that to you funnily enough.

My musings were interrupted when I felt strong arms wrap themselves around my waist. I breathed in the scent that was uniquely Murtagh, and felt better almost at once. I also detected a scent foreign to the man I'd come to love. But I reasoned, this was a party after all, where we could all loosen up…

"Have you ever tried alcohol?" Murtagh asked, rather loudly to be overheard over the talk and laughter filling the hall. I shook my head. I was about to point out that I was only 17 and the drinking age in our world was 21 when a glass was pressed into my hand. I took a tentative sip and was slightly shocked, for this was like I had never tasted before. Sure there was the bitter taste that I associated with this kind of drink, but it was also sweet and so heavenly that I drank the glass down, with no thought for the consequences. Murtagh, for his part, had returned to my side, presumably with another glass. I felt his arms return to my waist, but then I felt his breath ghost over my neck and his voice spoke in my ear.

"You need to loosen up, because I have such plans for us later…" I shivered, the alcohol already making its way through my system, making me feel pleasantly light headed. I did not stop to think what would happen, I leaned closer and crashed our lips together. I tried to put my love into that kiss, and images came unbidden to my mind. Immages of us sprawled out on a bed, naked, our bodies tangled together…

When we came up for air, he must have seen the lust in my eyes, because I was definitely feeling it. His voice sounded so close and I did not think of how the tone of it had changed. Later I would realize it sounded low and husky with want. But now I was too drunk to care. I suddenly had the urge to take him right there, but the vestages of my rational side told me that this wasn't wise, not at all. I was about to suggest this to Murtagh, when he took the choice from me. He swept me up bridal style and carried me from the hall. I felt the air whoosh by us as he took me into a bed chamber, or I assumed that was where we were going. I felt the soft mattress as he lay me down, then I heard the wrustle of fabric as he undressed, then his hands were lovingly stroking my breasts through my clothes. I couldn't suppress a moan of pleasure and pulled his face to mine for another passion-filled kiss.

When we broke away, I felt him start to undress me, removing each garment painfully slowly. I wasn't having this, I longed to be rid of them, to feel his body against mine.

"Just take them off, I want you to ravish me until I am screaming your name in release…" I said, my voice low and filled with passion. He increased his speed after that. In a matter of minutes we were both under the sheets, our bodies becoming one.

I awoke slowly, feeling my love's limbs tangled with mine in the sheets. I felt happy, like I wanted to shout to the world that Murtagh and I were together, and nothing would change that fact. I then realized that I had a horrible headache, and everything came rushing back. It took about a minute to digest what I had done, then another to realize that I didn't regret any of it. My thoughts were cut off when I felt him moving underneath me.

"Good morning, lady of my heart." He muttered against me.

"Morning lord who has captured it." I responded teasingly, wrapping an arm around him, wanting to get closer than I already was. "I could get used to this…" I murmured, realizing that I spoke the truth.

"MMM," he hummed, "I like the way you think…"

A few weeks passed in a haze of seeing Aubree and the rest of the people who I had grown to care for along this journey. Then one morning I awoke, and promptly threw up over the side of the bed. Murtagh led me to the basin where I threw up until there was nothing more in my stomach, Murtagh sweeping my hair back and murmuring something about me seeing Angela, the Varden's resident Healer. I felt too horrible to put up much of a fight and presently found myself in her quarters. Murtagh was explaining what my problem was, as I felt like throwing up again.

",I think I shall talk to Abby alone, if you don't mind?" Angela was saying cheerily.

Murtagh placed a quick kiss on my brow, then I heard him leave and the door close with a click of finality.

"How long have you been sick, and has it been in the mornings only?"

"I've also been feeling really tired…" I tried to explain.

"Have you been having any, activity, with your beloved?" she asked next, cheerily as ever. I felt my face burn. This seemed all the answers Angela needed.

"Oh I am so happy! It's time we had some good news in these dark times!" Angela burst out happily. But I hardly heard, as it had just hit me. I, Abby Traverse, was pregnant with Murtagh Morzanson's child, and my first thought was, how the hell was I going to tell everyone?

THE END