Beka breathed deeply, drawing the moist damp air into her lungs. She held
her breath before exhaling, enjoying the aroma of the oils Tyr had added to
the water. She exhaled sharply when his hands kneaded a knot in the muscles
at the base of her neck. She leaned back against his chest. His arms snaked
around her, his hands coming to rest between her thighs. His knees were
bent, forming two islands in the tub. He planted his feet between her lower
legs, sliding them apart. The warm water lapped against their bodies. Tyr
bent his head to kiss her shoulder. His hair fell forward, causing her body
to shiver as his locs slid over her skin.
"This morning we had two issues, now we have three." Beka thought out loud.
"Our baby, the traitor and now the emerging reincarnation." Tyr confirmed as his fingers caressed the juncture between her legs.
Beka squirmed with pleasure, causing Tyr to hold her tighter, while his other hand continued to stimulate her.
"They are parts of the same puzzle, aren't they, Tyr?" She threw her head back against his shoulder and arched her back in response to his ministration.
"Yes."
Beka wasn't sure if Tyr had responded to her question or her uncontrollable response to his touch.
"There is a fourth issue, Beka." Tyr's grip on her waist grew tighter and he increased the tempo of his strokes.
Beka moaned, pushed down with her abdominal muscles, and drew her knees up to grant him full access to her lower body.
"What is that?" she panted the words. "More Tyr, please."
He increased the pressure. Her breathing grew ragged. He nibbled on her neck as he continued to stroke her to release.
"The fourth issue is the parameters of our relationship." His tongue stroked her earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine.
"Tyr, we've made a baby together. What more is there to discuss?" The last question was expelled with a sigh as her body quaked with pleasure.
Tyr watched as her limbs convulsed and her toes curled. He continued to pleasure her, creating aftershocks that started a tidal wave within the tub.
"We can set aside that issue for the moment. The other three must take priority." He turned her head so that his lips could capture hers. "But we will return to it, Beka. We must return to it."
With his hands on either side of the tub, Tyr raised himself out of the water. Beka leaned back, reluctant to leave the aromatic, wet cocoon of water. Tyr had other plans. He bent over, slipping his arms under her body and raised her from the water. He set her down, wrapping a huge towel around her when she was safe on her feet. He reached for a smaller towel to wrap around her head, and then he began to rub her all over with the larger towel. Beka luxuriated in the attention to her comfort that he so willingly gave.
Tyr was kneeling, wiping her lower body. She rested a hand on his head to keep her balance. "Tyr?"
Something about the tone of her voice made Tyr stop and look up to meet her gaze.
"Tyr." Beka struggle to find the words.
"What Beka?" His tone was tender and patient.
"You are the only one I have shared my body with in the past ten years." She held her breath, waiting for his response.
He kissed her belly. "And for the rest of your life, if you wish it, Beka."
She exhaled. Had he just offered to be more than the father of her baby?
She kneeled so that they were face to face. He did not flinch as she stared into his eyes, searching for any doubt that might reside there.
"This morning, I sent Dylan a request for an extended leave of absence. I can promise you that for the next nine months I will remain at your side forsaking all others."
Tyr drew her into his embrace. "Make it ten, one month for every year we denied ourselves."
"Ten it is."
They kissed to seal their pledge.
"This morning we had two issues, now we have three." Beka thought out loud.
"Our baby, the traitor and now the emerging reincarnation." Tyr confirmed as his fingers caressed the juncture between her legs.
Beka squirmed with pleasure, causing Tyr to hold her tighter, while his other hand continued to stimulate her.
"They are parts of the same puzzle, aren't they, Tyr?" She threw her head back against his shoulder and arched her back in response to his ministration.
"Yes."
Beka wasn't sure if Tyr had responded to her question or her uncontrollable response to his touch.
"There is a fourth issue, Beka." Tyr's grip on her waist grew tighter and he increased the tempo of his strokes.
Beka moaned, pushed down with her abdominal muscles, and drew her knees up to grant him full access to her lower body.
"What is that?" she panted the words. "More Tyr, please."
He increased the pressure. Her breathing grew ragged. He nibbled on her neck as he continued to stroke her to release.
"The fourth issue is the parameters of our relationship." His tongue stroked her earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine.
"Tyr, we've made a baby together. What more is there to discuss?" The last question was expelled with a sigh as her body quaked with pleasure.
Tyr watched as her limbs convulsed and her toes curled. He continued to pleasure her, creating aftershocks that started a tidal wave within the tub.
"We can set aside that issue for the moment. The other three must take priority." He turned her head so that his lips could capture hers. "But we will return to it, Beka. We must return to it."
With his hands on either side of the tub, Tyr raised himself out of the water. Beka leaned back, reluctant to leave the aromatic, wet cocoon of water. Tyr had other plans. He bent over, slipping his arms under her body and raised her from the water. He set her down, wrapping a huge towel around her when she was safe on her feet. He reached for a smaller towel to wrap around her head, and then he began to rub her all over with the larger towel. Beka luxuriated in the attention to her comfort that he so willingly gave.
Tyr was kneeling, wiping her lower body. She rested a hand on his head to keep her balance. "Tyr?"
Something about the tone of her voice made Tyr stop and look up to meet her gaze.
"Tyr." Beka struggle to find the words.
"What Beka?" His tone was tender and patient.
"You are the only one I have shared my body with in the past ten years." She held her breath, waiting for his response.
He kissed her belly. "And for the rest of your life, if you wish it, Beka."
She exhaled. Had he just offered to be more than the father of her baby?
She kneeled so that they were face to face. He did not flinch as she stared into his eyes, searching for any doubt that might reside there.
"This morning, I sent Dylan a request for an extended leave of absence. I can promise you that for the next nine months I will remain at your side forsaking all others."
Tyr drew her into his embrace. "Make it ten, one month for every year we denied ourselves."
"Ten it is."
They kissed to seal their pledge.