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Returns.' Only characters not featured in either movie are created by me,
as well as the plot, and no similarities to any other fics are intended.
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The Marriage
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The walk to the ceremonies tent took an eternity. That is what it felt like. On the way there, Sithathor and her wedding party passed the stables, and for the briefest of moments, the young woman contemplated fleeing her fate on her horse, Isis. But to do so would shame her father, and she would never want to do that, or shame herself. Silently, she followed her father and her brothers, with Sati, Iset and Cleo (who had joined the party halfway through the procession) beside her. As they passed by her marriage tent, Sithathor felt a sense of dread she had been avoiding the passed two days. She would, in all probabilities, consummate her marriage this night with a man whom she has spoken maybe ten sentences to in the past eleven years. "What am I to expect tonight from my husband?" she asked Sati. The older woman smiled at the question. "A woman is meant to endure the advancements of her husband. As the relationship grows and love begins to bloom, then you will find some pleasure in your joinings."
"How reassuring," Sithathor muttered.
Finally, the long walk was over. They were at the threshold of the tent...and as Sithathor slowly walked in, Iset's reassuring hand squeezing her own, she saw her future husband and the butterflies fluttered full force in her stomach. Her legs planted themselves in the spot she was in, and only after subtle nudges from Sati and Iset, did she move forward again. Sithathor was greeting by the smiling Evee and the smirking Rick, both who seemed to have given in to what was about to happen more than Sithathor had. Evee gave the younger girl a motherly hug; Rick placed his hand reassuringly on her shoulder. Sithathor could see the familiar Cheshire cat smile of Jonathan Carnahan from the children's table once again. He had arrived earlier from Cairo. Apparently, he had gotten himself into a little bit of trouble with local gambling spots again, and Rick and Evee had been obliged to get him out of it. He waved toward her, and she raised her arm and moved it in a way that resembled a stick. The older man's smile faded, and he paled for a second, but Sithathor grinned and shook her head in denial. Jonathan's smile of relief soon followed. Her eyes found Nassor's for the briefest second, but she looked away immediately. His eyes held an emotion she didn't want to know, feared to know.
Then it was time to face Alex, and Sithathor did so only when her father took her hands and placed them in his. The ceremony was brief. Sithathor seemed to blink and it was over. Her new husband led her to the gathering of well wishers, and guests. As proper, she greeted her new family first, while Alex greeted his new family.
Rick placed both his hands on her shoulders and smiled. "Welcome to the family Si...Sit..." He paused.
Sithathor smiled. "Call me Hathy, Mr. O'Connell."
The older man smiled, and Hathy could easily see the handsome man he still was. "Only if you call me Rick."
"Of course Mr---Rick!" Hathy replied. Evee came up to the girl and gave her another big hug that lasted longer than the first.
"We are happy to have you! You are always welcome with us!" she exclaimed. "It will be great having another daughter around to help me control all these men!"
"Yeah," Cleo mutter, as she gave Hathy a sisterly hug. "Good luck dealing with Alex, especially in the morning! He always seems to have some bug up his---"
"Cleo," Evee admonished, while Rick tried to hold back a laugh. "Oh shut up Rick, she gets this from you!"
Hathy laughed, and moved to receive well wishes from her family. Alex past her with a crimson blush, which Hathy knew meant her brothers hadn't been so mature with him. She greeted Musa and Peyes first, both who tried very hard to hide their tears, for they were still young after all. Sithathor greeted them with a slight bow, and was rewarded with a rare public hug, that, though endearing, did hurt a little. They moved away, and Ahmes greeted her, and kissed her cheeks. Then Siamun came forward, rubbing his jaw somewhat, and pulled her in for a hug. He touched his forehead to hers, and whispered, "If you ever need me, I will be there before you know it. We are connected, you and I. We shared a womb, and we share a heartbeat. No matter where you go, I will be with you."
Sithathor once again struggled the strong want to cry, and smiled at her twin. "Damn you," she said softly. "If I cry, it's your fault." Her brother laughed and moved aside as she greeted her father. Ardeth looked at his daughter as if seeing her for the first time.
"I held you in my arms after you were born and I thanked the god above for giving you to me. But I didn't realize then that you never truly belonged to us. You were only lent to us to raise you into what you have become, so that you may bring another man joy." Ardeth gathered his daughter to him, and she held him just as fiercely.
"I will be a good wife father. I swear it," she whispered.
"I know," Ardeth replied and put her at arms length. "Go from me, Sithathor O'Connell." He moved away from her and went to speak with Rick and Alex. The only person left to meet was Mia. Hathy did so reluctantly. The older woman had watched the display between father and daughter with a strange smile on her face. As her daughter approached her, she stood straighter.
"Mother. I---" Sithathor let out a small cry of surprise as her mother moved forward and gave her the first hug her mother had ever given her without being told to do so. Sithathor stiffened in her embrace, not wanting to believe it was true. As the hug continued, she slowly began to melt in her mother's arms, and the love she had craved all her life seemed to flow from their bodies. Then the illusion came to an abrupt end, when Mia whispered softly into her daughters ear, "May you find nothing but unhappiness in the fate I have condemned you to."
Sithathor's eyes flew open in shock. "What---what do you mean?"
Mia smiled into Sithathor's ear. "Everything that follows can be accredited to me. With this marriage I have cunningly arranged, I will no longer have the walking and breathing evidence of my failure around to mock me every day. You will no longer have power over him."
Sithathor closed her eyes to hide the pain and despair in her eyes from her father who was watching them with approval. "Do you hate me so much?"
"Yes," Mia hissed slyly. "I would have killed you when you were a baby if not for those damn nursemaids constantly about. At least now, I will only endure your presence a few days a year."
Sithathor pulled herself from her mother's arms. Using the skills she had gained over the years of torture she had endured under this woman's constant anger, Sithathor pushed her emotions to the very depths of her soul, and allowed only a fragment of emotion appear in her half-lidded eyes. She turned away from Mia, her heart breaking for the last time. She nodded to Sati and Iset, who stood nearby, Sati with an odd expression on her face. Hathy heard her father call her to him. "Come my child! The feast must begin!"
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"You swore the girl would be mine!" The figure cried softly.
"We can not control the decisions of others," a voice responded.
Nassor walked out of the shadows, his face filled with hatred as he gazed in and saw Sithathor and the O'Connell guy sitting beside one another. "She was my right. Without her, I am nothing within the ranks of our faction. Damn my father and his old thinking! Besides, if Sithathor was no longer pure, as my father believes, she would have told me. That is why I was chosen in the first place, because I have her confidence."
"Do not worry friend. That O'Connell man is a hero of Hamunaptra and Ahm Shere. I doubt he will simply go along with our demands. You may still play a large role in what is to come," the voice assured him.
"As long as I get the girl," Nassor growled.
"Of course," the voice answered.
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Sithathor endured the feast for what seemed the longest hour of her life. She was almost relieved when the women took her away to her marriage tent to prepare for her husband. She let them bathe her, perfume her until she didn't think the smell would ever leave her hair or body. She stood patiently as they applied kohl to her eyes and very light paint to her lips. The color of her night robe was a sheer black, covering a black top that exposed most of her stomach, and a bottom that started from just below her navel and streamed down to her ankles. The color was striking against her skin tone, and with her eyelids shadowed with light brown, she was a beautiful sight to behold.
Mia came in and ordered the woman to leave. In the privacy of the tent, Mia allowed her hatred to flow outward, full force. "So this is what you shall wear to tempt your husband?" she sneered. "Like a whore tempts a customer? I did not have to tempt your father. He wanted me when he first saw me. Then I was happy and loved life."
"I would have liked to have met you then mother," Sithathor murmured.
"Yes, well it is you who has made me what I am. Gaze upon me, and know this. Tonight you will become a wife. But know that I put you here in this marriage bed. And all that follows is because of me. I will delight in your unhappiness. I may once again become that happy woman I was." With her final words, Mia left.
"I doubt that mother. I believe that woman died a long, long time ago."
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After several embarrassing toasts, and a lot of even more embarrassing advice, Alex stood outside the tent that held his new bride. He took a couple of deep breathes, and was about to enter, when he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. He turned and was relieved to find the faces of Siamun, Ahmes, Musa and Peyes beside him. "Hey guys."
Unlike the many other times, not one of them were smiling. This one thing caused Alex to lose some confidence. The brothers spoke quietly so their sister couldn't hear them. "We came to tell you O'Connell, that even though we like you, if you do anything to hurt our sister in anyway, not only will we hurt you, but we will see to it that you can not speak or walk for months. She is our only sister, our oldest sister at that. She won't be hurt by you. Granted, she could probably kick your ass herself, but after she is done, we might have a round with you!"
Alex had paled several shades.
Siamun grinned. "Just thought you would like to know. Have a nice night!" Without another word, the brothers were gone.
Alex released the breath he had been holding in. "Okay," he muttered. "No pressure of course."
He opened the flap to the tent and entered. The first thing he noticed was the fragrance. Strong, but definitely feminine. A small fire burned in the middle of the room, a huge pit dug in the middle to hold it. Across from him was the bed, very large, and occupying it was his very beautiful new wife. She stared at him from across the room, and he could tell that this would take a while. Slowly, so as not to scare her, he crossed the room and sat at the very edge of the bed. He removed his shoes leisurely, along with his top robe. All the while, Sithathor watched him from underneath the covers, clutching them like a lifeline. Once his shoes touched the ground, she rose from where she was and picked them up, placing them in an appropriate place, along with his robe. When she moved to return under the covers, Alex reached for her hand. His touch was gentle and kind. Sithathor's gaze moved to their joined hands in wonder, as if realizing him for the first time. He tugged gently, until she allowed him to sit her beside him. For several minutes he simply allowed her to get used to his holding her hand. Then he leaned her forward, to lay her head on his shoulder. Gradually, she embraced him of her own free will.
Eventually, she grew relaxed enough to allow him to place her on his lap. She positioned herself comfortably, not noticing how Alex gritted his teeth for several seconds. Then her movements stopped, and Alex relaxed. They remained in that position for a long time, her holding him around the shoulders, him stroking her hair. They were in that position so long, that Alex began to wonder if his bride had fallen asleep when, "O'Conn---I mean Alex, what is it like in London?"
Alex smiled. "Well, it is definitely not like it is here. In London, or America, there are cars, trains, no desert, not really. It is a bit cold sometimes, and foggy, but England is a very beautiful place."
"I hope I like it there," she murmured.
Alex smiled. "Of course you will. And if not, we can always moved to Cairo, that way you will be closer to your family!"
"No!" Sithathor cried quickly...a little too quickly. Alex frowned.
"Is everything okay?" he asked. Sithathor nodded.
They remained in silence until Alex placed a hand under her chin, and raised it to his. "I am going to kiss you now. You can stop it whenever you want."
Sithathor nodded, amazed that he would give her so much control. His kiss was soft as first, then he added pressure. His tongue invaded her mouth, and Sithathor could feel his hands pushing up the skirt of her robes. A part of her was frightened, but another part, a part she never knew existed burst forth. It was like a caged animal finally allowed it's freedom. Alex slowly lowered them down to the bed, his mouth never leaving hers.
Later, as Sithathor lay next to her husband, fully satisfied, she had an epiphany. For once in her life, she realized that Sati was wrong. GOD how she was wrong.
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The next day dawned much faster than Sithathor and Alex would have liked. Alex bathed and left first to see his mother and father, and make the arrangements for her. All while he was bathing, Sithathor lay under the covers, a hot blush on her cheeks. She still could not understand what had come over her the night before. Once the animal inside her had been released, there was no stopping it. The good thing was, her husband didn't mind. When she heard her husband leave, she had a bath filled for herself, and soaked her very sore muscles in the soothing water. Several minutes later, she emerged from the water and dressed herself to not let her maids she the intimate marks on her body made by her husband in passion.
She left the tent to search out Iset, and found her cooking the morning meal for Simaun and herself.
"Hello sister," Sithathor called out.
Iset looked up and waved. "Good morning to you to Hathy. Even though it is almost eleven!"
Sithathor blushed. Then her heated face gave way to a frown. "If it is so late, then why do you serve my brother's breakfast at this hour?"
Iset filled a bowl without answering and entered the tent. Moments later she re-emerged and kicked sand on the cooking fire. "Come Hathy. This we must talk in private."
Sithathor followed her friend as they took a stroll around the camp. "My brother has not yet consummated your union yet has he?" she asked softly.
Iset shook her head. "No. I do not know what I am doing wrong! I lay in bed and wait for him to come, but when he does, all he does is undress and sleep with his back to me."
Sithathor pondered for a moment. "Have you tried seduction?"
Iset blushed. "Yes, I have wore several enticing robes---"
"Is that it?" Hathy asked. Iset nodded. Hathy smiled. "It takes more than that to seduce a husband. Speak to him softly, massage his shoulders, touch his hand or neck more than necessary. If he is obliged to give a kiss, take it for a few seconds longer than necessary! If that doesn't work, than walk around your tent naked! That should get his attention somehow!"
By the time Sithathor was done speaking, Iset was red as a beet. "Where did you get these ideas Hathy?" she asked in a mortified whisper.
Sithathor could feel the blush almost cover her entire body. She looked away from her friend, and straight at the stables, where her husband was speaking with Ardeth and Rick. When Alex saw her looking he grinned mischievously, which didn't help Sithathor's blush. The young woman swallowed. "Actually...I learned all that in one night."
Iset looked thoughtful. "Really? Well, I want Siamun to be happy with me..."
Sithathor smiled. "If it is done right, you will both be happy, trust me!"
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Toward two o'clock in the afternoon Rick, Evee, Cleo, Alex, Sithathor and Jonathan headed out. But not before Hathy got to say one final farewell to her family---all except her mother who seemed to have disappeared to do something or other. It was a tearful farewell, especially with Sati and Iset, but when it was time to go, Sithathor climbed on top of her horse, Isis, and rode off with her new family. She never once looking back.
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A/N: What do ya think? I am NOT very good with love scenes, and I really hoped this was subdued enough.... if it is not, then sorry! Anyway, BIG, HUGE thanks to Lula for both of her reviews, I thank you VERY much, and to RickEvie4eva, thank you VERY much too! You both ROCK!!! Anyhoo, please review and tell me what you think of this chapter! It will be very much appreciated.
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The Marriage
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The walk to the ceremonies tent took an eternity. That is what it felt like. On the way there, Sithathor and her wedding party passed the stables, and for the briefest of moments, the young woman contemplated fleeing her fate on her horse, Isis. But to do so would shame her father, and she would never want to do that, or shame herself. Silently, she followed her father and her brothers, with Sati, Iset and Cleo (who had joined the party halfway through the procession) beside her. As they passed by her marriage tent, Sithathor felt a sense of dread she had been avoiding the passed two days. She would, in all probabilities, consummate her marriage this night with a man whom she has spoken maybe ten sentences to in the past eleven years. "What am I to expect tonight from my husband?" she asked Sati. The older woman smiled at the question. "A woman is meant to endure the advancements of her husband. As the relationship grows and love begins to bloom, then you will find some pleasure in your joinings."
"How reassuring," Sithathor muttered.
Finally, the long walk was over. They were at the threshold of the tent...and as Sithathor slowly walked in, Iset's reassuring hand squeezing her own, she saw her future husband and the butterflies fluttered full force in her stomach. Her legs planted themselves in the spot she was in, and only after subtle nudges from Sati and Iset, did she move forward again. Sithathor was greeting by the smiling Evee and the smirking Rick, both who seemed to have given in to what was about to happen more than Sithathor had. Evee gave the younger girl a motherly hug; Rick placed his hand reassuringly on her shoulder. Sithathor could see the familiar Cheshire cat smile of Jonathan Carnahan from the children's table once again. He had arrived earlier from Cairo. Apparently, he had gotten himself into a little bit of trouble with local gambling spots again, and Rick and Evee had been obliged to get him out of it. He waved toward her, and she raised her arm and moved it in a way that resembled a stick. The older man's smile faded, and he paled for a second, but Sithathor grinned and shook her head in denial. Jonathan's smile of relief soon followed. Her eyes found Nassor's for the briefest second, but she looked away immediately. His eyes held an emotion she didn't want to know, feared to know.
Then it was time to face Alex, and Sithathor did so only when her father took her hands and placed them in his. The ceremony was brief. Sithathor seemed to blink and it was over. Her new husband led her to the gathering of well wishers, and guests. As proper, she greeted her new family first, while Alex greeted his new family.
Rick placed both his hands on her shoulders and smiled. "Welcome to the family Si...Sit..." He paused.
Sithathor smiled. "Call me Hathy, Mr. O'Connell."
The older man smiled, and Hathy could easily see the handsome man he still was. "Only if you call me Rick."
"Of course Mr---Rick!" Hathy replied. Evee came up to the girl and gave her another big hug that lasted longer than the first.
"We are happy to have you! You are always welcome with us!" she exclaimed. "It will be great having another daughter around to help me control all these men!"
"Yeah," Cleo mutter, as she gave Hathy a sisterly hug. "Good luck dealing with Alex, especially in the morning! He always seems to have some bug up his---"
"Cleo," Evee admonished, while Rick tried to hold back a laugh. "Oh shut up Rick, she gets this from you!"
Hathy laughed, and moved to receive well wishes from her family. Alex past her with a crimson blush, which Hathy knew meant her brothers hadn't been so mature with him. She greeted Musa and Peyes first, both who tried very hard to hide their tears, for they were still young after all. Sithathor greeted them with a slight bow, and was rewarded with a rare public hug, that, though endearing, did hurt a little. They moved away, and Ahmes greeted her, and kissed her cheeks. Then Siamun came forward, rubbing his jaw somewhat, and pulled her in for a hug. He touched his forehead to hers, and whispered, "If you ever need me, I will be there before you know it. We are connected, you and I. We shared a womb, and we share a heartbeat. No matter where you go, I will be with you."
Sithathor once again struggled the strong want to cry, and smiled at her twin. "Damn you," she said softly. "If I cry, it's your fault." Her brother laughed and moved aside as she greeted her father. Ardeth looked at his daughter as if seeing her for the first time.
"I held you in my arms after you were born and I thanked the god above for giving you to me. But I didn't realize then that you never truly belonged to us. You were only lent to us to raise you into what you have become, so that you may bring another man joy." Ardeth gathered his daughter to him, and she held him just as fiercely.
"I will be a good wife father. I swear it," she whispered.
"I know," Ardeth replied and put her at arms length. "Go from me, Sithathor O'Connell." He moved away from her and went to speak with Rick and Alex. The only person left to meet was Mia. Hathy did so reluctantly. The older woman had watched the display between father and daughter with a strange smile on her face. As her daughter approached her, she stood straighter.
"Mother. I---" Sithathor let out a small cry of surprise as her mother moved forward and gave her the first hug her mother had ever given her without being told to do so. Sithathor stiffened in her embrace, not wanting to believe it was true. As the hug continued, she slowly began to melt in her mother's arms, and the love she had craved all her life seemed to flow from their bodies. Then the illusion came to an abrupt end, when Mia whispered softly into her daughters ear, "May you find nothing but unhappiness in the fate I have condemned you to."
Sithathor's eyes flew open in shock. "What---what do you mean?"
Mia smiled into Sithathor's ear. "Everything that follows can be accredited to me. With this marriage I have cunningly arranged, I will no longer have the walking and breathing evidence of my failure around to mock me every day. You will no longer have power over him."
Sithathor closed her eyes to hide the pain and despair in her eyes from her father who was watching them with approval. "Do you hate me so much?"
"Yes," Mia hissed slyly. "I would have killed you when you were a baby if not for those damn nursemaids constantly about. At least now, I will only endure your presence a few days a year."
Sithathor pulled herself from her mother's arms. Using the skills she had gained over the years of torture she had endured under this woman's constant anger, Sithathor pushed her emotions to the very depths of her soul, and allowed only a fragment of emotion appear in her half-lidded eyes. She turned away from Mia, her heart breaking for the last time. She nodded to Sati and Iset, who stood nearby, Sati with an odd expression on her face. Hathy heard her father call her to him. "Come my child! The feast must begin!"
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"You swore the girl would be mine!" The figure cried softly.
"We can not control the decisions of others," a voice responded.
Nassor walked out of the shadows, his face filled with hatred as he gazed in and saw Sithathor and the O'Connell guy sitting beside one another. "She was my right. Without her, I am nothing within the ranks of our faction. Damn my father and his old thinking! Besides, if Sithathor was no longer pure, as my father believes, she would have told me. That is why I was chosen in the first place, because I have her confidence."
"Do not worry friend. That O'Connell man is a hero of Hamunaptra and Ahm Shere. I doubt he will simply go along with our demands. You may still play a large role in what is to come," the voice assured him.
"As long as I get the girl," Nassor growled.
"Of course," the voice answered.
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Sithathor endured the feast for what seemed the longest hour of her life. She was almost relieved when the women took her away to her marriage tent to prepare for her husband. She let them bathe her, perfume her until she didn't think the smell would ever leave her hair or body. She stood patiently as they applied kohl to her eyes and very light paint to her lips. The color of her night robe was a sheer black, covering a black top that exposed most of her stomach, and a bottom that started from just below her navel and streamed down to her ankles. The color was striking against her skin tone, and with her eyelids shadowed with light brown, she was a beautiful sight to behold.
Mia came in and ordered the woman to leave. In the privacy of the tent, Mia allowed her hatred to flow outward, full force. "So this is what you shall wear to tempt your husband?" she sneered. "Like a whore tempts a customer? I did not have to tempt your father. He wanted me when he first saw me. Then I was happy and loved life."
"I would have liked to have met you then mother," Sithathor murmured.
"Yes, well it is you who has made me what I am. Gaze upon me, and know this. Tonight you will become a wife. But know that I put you here in this marriage bed. And all that follows is because of me. I will delight in your unhappiness. I may once again become that happy woman I was." With her final words, Mia left.
"I doubt that mother. I believe that woman died a long, long time ago."
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After several embarrassing toasts, and a lot of even more embarrassing advice, Alex stood outside the tent that held his new bride. He took a couple of deep breathes, and was about to enter, when he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. He turned and was relieved to find the faces of Siamun, Ahmes, Musa and Peyes beside him. "Hey guys."
Unlike the many other times, not one of them were smiling. This one thing caused Alex to lose some confidence. The brothers spoke quietly so their sister couldn't hear them. "We came to tell you O'Connell, that even though we like you, if you do anything to hurt our sister in anyway, not only will we hurt you, but we will see to it that you can not speak or walk for months. She is our only sister, our oldest sister at that. She won't be hurt by you. Granted, she could probably kick your ass herself, but after she is done, we might have a round with you!"
Alex had paled several shades.
Siamun grinned. "Just thought you would like to know. Have a nice night!" Without another word, the brothers were gone.
Alex released the breath he had been holding in. "Okay," he muttered. "No pressure of course."
He opened the flap to the tent and entered. The first thing he noticed was the fragrance. Strong, but definitely feminine. A small fire burned in the middle of the room, a huge pit dug in the middle to hold it. Across from him was the bed, very large, and occupying it was his very beautiful new wife. She stared at him from across the room, and he could tell that this would take a while. Slowly, so as not to scare her, he crossed the room and sat at the very edge of the bed. He removed his shoes leisurely, along with his top robe. All the while, Sithathor watched him from underneath the covers, clutching them like a lifeline. Once his shoes touched the ground, she rose from where she was and picked them up, placing them in an appropriate place, along with his robe. When she moved to return under the covers, Alex reached for her hand. His touch was gentle and kind. Sithathor's gaze moved to their joined hands in wonder, as if realizing him for the first time. He tugged gently, until she allowed him to sit her beside him. For several minutes he simply allowed her to get used to his holding her hand. Then he leaned her forward, to lay her head on his shoulder. Gradually, she embraced him of her own free will.
Eventually, she grew relaxed enough to allow him to place her on his lap. She positioned herself comfortably, not noticing how Alex gritted his teeth for several seconds. Then her movements stopped, and Alex relaxed. They remained in that position for a long time, her holding him around the shoulders, him stroking her hair. They were in that position so long, that Alex began to wonder if his bride had fallen asleep when, "O'Conn---I mean Alex, what is it like in London?"
Alex smiled. "Well, it is definitely not like it is here. In London, or America, there are cars, trains, no desert, not really. It is a bit cold sometimes, and foggy, but England is a very beautiful place."
"I hope I like it there," she murmured.
Alex smiled. "Of course you will. And if not, we can always moved to Cairo, that way you will be closer to your family!"
"No!" Sithathor cried quickly...a little too quickly. Alex frowned.
"Is everything okay?" he asked. Sithathor nodded.
They remained in silence until Alex placed a hand under her chin, and raised it to his. "I am going to kiss you now. You can stop it whenever you want."
Sithathor nodded, amazed that he would give her so much control. His kiss was soft as first, then he added pressure. His tongue invaded her mouth, and Sithathor could feel his hands pushing up the skirt of her robes. A part of her was frightened, but another part, a part she never knew existed burst forth. It was like a caged animal finally allowed it's freedom. Alex slowly lowered them down to the bed, his mouth never leaving hers.
Later, as Sithathor lay next to her husband, fully satisfied, she had an epiphany. For once in her life, she realized that Sati was wrong. GOD how she was wrong.
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The next day dawned much faster than Sithathor and Alex would have liked. Alex bathed and left first to see his mother and father, and make the arrangements for her. All while he was bathing, Sithathor lay under the covers, a hot blush on her cheeks. She still could not understand what had come over her the night before. Once the animal inside her had been released, there was no stopping it. The good thing was, her husband didn't mind. When she heard her husband leave, she had a bath filled for herself, and soaked her very sore muscles in the soothing water. Several minutes later, she emerged from the water and dressed herself to not let her maids she the intimate marks on her body made by her husband in passion.
She left the tent to search out Iset, and found her cooking the morning meal for Simaun and herself.
"Hello sister," Sithathor called out.
Iset looked up and waved. "Good morning to you to Hathy. Even though it is almost eleven!"
Sithathor blushed. Then her heated face gave way to a frown. "If it is so late, then why do you serve my brother's breakfast at this hour?"
Iset filled a bowl without answering and entered the tent. Moments later she re-emerged and kicked sand on the cooking fire. "Come Hathy. This we must talk in private."
Sithathor followed her friend as they took a stroll around the camp. "My brother has not yet consummated your union yet has he?" she asked softly.
Iset shook her head. "No. I do not know what I am doing wrong! I lay in bed and wait for him to come, but when he does, all he does is undress and sleep with his back to me."
Sithathor pondered for a moment. "Have you tried seduction?"
Iset blushed. "Yes, I have wore several enticing robes---"
"Is that it?" Hathy asked. Iset nodded. Hathy smiled. "It takes more than that to seduce a husband. Speak to him softly, massage his shoulders, touch his hand or neck more than necessary. If he is obliged to give a kiss, take it for a few seconds longer than necessary! If that doesn't work, than walk around your tent naked! That should get his attention somehow!"
By the time Sithathor was done speaking, Iset was red as a beet. "Where did you get these ideas Hathy?" she asked in a mortified whisper.
Sithathor could feel the blush almost cover her entire body. She looked away from her friend, and straight at the stables, where her husband was speaking with Ardeth and Rick. When Alex saw her looking he grinned mischievously, which didn't help Sithathor's blush. The young woman swallowed. "Actually...I learned all that in one night."
Iset looked thoughtful. "Really? Well, I want Siamun to be happy with me..."
Sithathor smiled. "If it is done right, you will both be happy, trust me!"
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Toward two o'clock in the afternoon Rick, Evee, Cleo, Alex, Sithathor and Jonathan headed out. But not before Hathy got to say one final farewell to her family---all except her mother who seemed to have disappeared to do something or other. It was a tearful farewell, especially with Sati and Iset, but when it was time to go, Sithathor climbed on top of her horse, Isis, and rode off with her new family. She never once looking back.
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A/N: What do ya think? I am NOT very good with love scenes, and I really hoped this was subdued enough.... if it is not, then sorry! Anyway, BIG, HUGE thanks to Lula for both of her reviews, I thank you VERY much, and to RickEvie4eva, thank you VERY much too! You both ROCK!!! Anyhoo, please review and tell me what you think of this chapter! It will be very much appreciated.