The Mummy and The Mummy Returns
own the majority of the characters in my story. =)
So, Now
What?
A great feast followed the
ceremony, and Rebecca was overwhelmed by the amount of people that came to
greet her and Ardeth. She barely had
time to sip her wine before Alainah approached, holding out her hand.
"Come, you must join us in
the dance." Alainah ordered, a
grin on her face.
There was no time to protest as
her hand was grabbed, and she was pulled into the circle of women around the
fire. Ardeth turned, a grin crossing
his face when he saw that his cousin had pulled his wife into the dance. He wondered if she recognized the
music. It was the same tune they had
heard when they'd shared a dance together, the one where he had claimed her as
his. His blood heated as he watched her
body move. She had removed the blue
robe, and the white dress showed every curve. The amulet he had given her was the only ornament she wore; none other
was needed.
Rick smiled. Ardeth had forgotten that they'd been speaking. He cleared his throat, catching the Medjai
leader's attention again.
"Do you think the danger
Molnar talked about will follow us here?"
"The way to this city is guarded. Only those who are meant to be here are shown the way. When Molnar left, his right to be here was taken away, and the guides took away his path to the city."
"The guides?"
"Spirits."
"Oh." Rick said. He was not surprised. "You'd better go dance with your wife, friend."
Ardeth turned. Rebecca was looking at him. She held out her hand, beckoning him forward
as she looked at him with open invitation on her face. He walked to her, holding out his arms as
she stepped into them, molding her body to his.
"Are you enjoying
yourself?" He asked, his tone
affectionate as she tipped back her head to look up at him.
"I am now." She purred, wrapping her arms around his
neck as he bent to brush his lips over hers. "I remember this song."
"As do I." He replied.
"Ardeth!" She protested with a laugh as he bent,
sweeping her up into his arms. "What are you doing?"
"Taking you
home." He replied. "I have this sudden urge to take my wife to
bed."
He carried her to a doorway,
ducking inside. The sudden quiet after
the noise of the festivities was a relief as he carried her through to a bedroom,
where he laid her down. He stepped
back, his fingers going to the neck of his robe to undo the buttons there.
"Wait." Rebecca said softly, sitting up on the side
of the bed. "Let me."
She stood, placing her hands on
his chest and running them up slowly, until she found the fastenings. She undid them slowly, sliding her hand into
the opening to touch the firm muscles beneath. The robe dropped to the floor soundlessly as she leaned forward,
following the path her fingers were taking with her lips. His eyes closed as her lips moved up the
side of his throat, her hand moving below the waistband of his pants.
"I did not enjoy sleeping alone
last night." Ardeth said, his voice
hoarse as her hand moved over him lightly.
"Neither did I." Rebecca whispered, catching his earlobe in
her teeth. "You'll have to make it up
to me."
His hands closed over her
shoulders as their mouths met in a kiss that made the world spin. For this moment in time there were no
dangers, no threats to the world. Her
own dress was removed quickly before they lowered to the bed, bodies entwining,
and joining, becoming one. Endearments
were murmured, touches given freely. When he was buried inside her, his fingers entwined in hers, he raised
himself up slightly so he could look down into her face.
"I love you." He said, kissing her tenderly as he started
to move.
"I love you too." Rebecca gasped, meeting his movements as the
rush took them over.
Ok. That's it for this segment. (Please don't kill me!) They
still have to escort Rick, Evy, Alex and Jonathan back to Cairo, right? Speaking of Jonathan, shouldn't I set him up
with a girlfriend, someone as fun and lovable as he is? Also, since Beni cannot touch them in the
Medjai City, I have to take them where he can have a chance…
(Thank you for all your
reviews. You've given me encouragement
to keep going. Brit—I PROMISE to write
more!)