Chapter 13: Take My, Body By A Kiss
Through the palace halls, Nazia's heavy breathing echoed. Running to nowhere, she still had the image of their bodies exposed so openly. Her feet dragged in wet spots. The towel tightly wrapped under her arms, reaching to her knees, Nazia was able to run upstairs. She was unaware that she was being, followed by Tristen, also having a towel wrapped around his waist he managed to see her scuttle on upstairs.
She paced quite fast, trudging the hall upstairs. Totally ignoring the sculpture paintings of the past rulers of Miko that looked down upon her. Heart racing ever so rapid, barely focusing on what to do, Nazia sensed a room close by that she felt would feel secure.
Reaching to the olden looking red door poked out the fairy's head into the room, glistering up of stark dark sky blue walls, matching the floor with its cloudy, fluffy floor. Nazia felt overly invited, walking into the room. Beneath her bare feet, the carpet felt so purely soft that it tickled her toes. Intrigued, to learn more about this room, she cautiously walked to the core of the room where stood, but a king sized bed, stretched out with light turquoise silken quilts and pillows. The bed rails knotted all around in a candy-twist shape, towering over her head the four stumps tented a cover above the bed with see-through curtains.
Nazia liked this place to delight, stretching out her arms and feeling the room within herself, she breathed in the roomy smell of men-odour.
Men odour?
Her eyes sharpened, looking around the place.
No one was around.
So why did it smell like Tristen so much?
Tristen had seen Nazia disappear into his bedroom. Least she'd be safe from the earthquake, he thought, running up to his door. He pushed it right open.
She wasn't there.
"How can this be?" he thought out loud, scratching his head. "I know I saw her coming in here." pausing his beliefs for a moment to his bed. Having his back face the bed as he decided to loosen out. Dropping down to his bed roughly, Tristen held onto his pillow, with a worried expression.
Where had Nazia gone?
Still covered in a towel, Tristen had a cold feeling that he was being watched. Yet, he didn't see anyone, so he turned over in his bed to see Nazia!
"Huh!" Tristen gasped, leaning on his elbows he sat up. Her body had been also turned over. Her towel had covered most of her body, but to him, Nazia still looked beautiful no matter what she seemed to wear. Patting her shoulder softly, Tristen had the urge to confront up to her in a towel. But then again, how would Nazia feel to see his body up close to hers? Still, he thought Nazia should be aware of their current state and to also ask why she left off running out of the hot spring so suddenly.
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Nazia moaned turning over she was facing Tristen. Her left hand numbly dropped into Tristen's right hand that was just about to tap her awake. Tristen's face turned flushed. Her touch had left him frozen. Motionlessly, he watched her sleep. Suddenly her hair appeared to be tied up, or just caught between the pillows behind her. Tristen didn't want her getting herself hurt. Gripping securely onto her hand that was freely set, aside in his hand, he sat up leaning over her to loosen her hair that had been caught between the pillows behind her. Slowly, he raised her head to his shoulder, letting her hair flow on out to her back. Tristen could feel her hand wriggle inside his hand. Yet she didn't wake up.
"Nazia?" he whispered, planting her head back down and kissed her forehead. Her nose scrunched up, and soon became a flick of an eye. Tristen sat up again, leaning his back against the bed. Glad he saw her awake, he felt alone no more. Seeing her raise her arm above her forehead to feel what went on her.
Her eyes closely beading around, a towel wrapped below knees was worn.
"Tristen!!"
Nazia breathed in, sitting up like Tristen, only her back firm against the pillows behind her. Tristen's mouth opened wide to see her shocked expression. Why was she being so scared of him all of a sudden?
"Nazia. What's wrong?"
She twisted her head around, glowing bright red under her eyes.
"I..." stammered the fairy, grinding her hands together to form fists. Tristen couldn't take much more of this. He didn't know what was wrong with her. But it sure made her anxious and scared to even look at him. Bending over he faced Nazia, holding her face with his hand.
"Nazia." He glared at Nazia's face, directly to her eyes. "Tell me what's the matter!" Nazia had no choice. Her eyes were in no way of looking down, above or around him.
"The earthquake it's."
"Huh? You're not uneasy over seeing each other naked?"
Nazia shook her head.
"Then?" No. Nazia couldn't tell him. She had to start forgetting about it, and enjoy the time she was having with Tristen. Quickly, Nazia perked up a smile, looking into his eyes.
"This is how it should feel?" she thought, as Tristen's face turned lighter and smiled back.
"That's better!" he started, revealing out their hands held together in front of them. "For a second, I thought you ran off because you saw-"
"No. It's not that. But I'm okay now."
Both of them stopped in conversation, staring at each other's hands that were placed on the bed in front of them. Tristen urged his hands to push back the lose ends of her hair. His touch made her feel giddy again.
"Why am I feeling like this?" she thought, slowly raising their hands up and rubbed her cheek against them.
"Where are we?" she spoke softly. Her eyes calm. Tristen huddled in closer to her, grabbing her back with his free hand and hugged belly. He started to smirk.
"This is my room. Why?"
"It feels more comfortable then the other rooms."
"That's because it's full of spirit now." He finished, holding her other free hand and linked it around her stomach with his hands. Nazia brought herself up and sat on his lap, stretching her arms around his broad neck. Her lips tingled with a craving. Their eyes met. Tristen held her face to touch her lips with his lips. Nazia didn't even struggle to ponder what they were doing. It was a feeling that made her do what she felt inside her heart.
The aroma, of the damp hairs clashed together. Their bodies rejoicing a new love they discovered that were much more powerful then they're own. Nazia's hands dropped to his hot chest that felt warm by the heat that was given off by their breathing. Nazia learnt how he felt about her. Possessing her head in his hand, he guarded her body by his on love that he discovered Nazia felt for him.
Through the palace halls, Nazia's heavy breathing echoed. Running to nowhere, she still had the image of their bodies exposed so openly. Her feet dragged in wet spots. The towel tightly wrapped under her arms, reaching to her knees, Nazia was able to run upstairs. She was unaware that she was being, followed by Tristen, also having a towel wrapped around his waist he managed to see her scuttle on upstairs.
She paced quite fast, trudging the hall upstairs. Totally ignoring the sculpture paintings of the past rulers of Miko that looked down upon her. Heart racing ever so rapid, barely focusing on what to do, Nazia sensed a room close by that she felt would feel secure.
Reaching to the olden looking red door poked out the fairy's head into the room, glistering up of stark dark sky blue walls, matching the floor with its cloudy, fluffy floor. Nazia felt overly invited, walking into the room. Beneath her bare feet, the carpet felt so purely soft that it tickled her toes. Intrigued, to learn more about this room, she cautiously walked to the core of the room where stood, but a king sized bed, stretched out with light turquoise silken quilts and pillows. The bed rails knotted all around in a candy-twist shape, towering over her head the four stumps tented a cover above the bed with see-through curtains.
Nazia liked this place to delight, stretching out her arms and feeling the room within herself, she breathed in the roomy smell of men-odour.
Men odour?
Her eyes sharpened, looking around the place.
No one was around.
So why did it smell like Tristen so much?
Tristen had seen Nazia disappear into his bedroom. Least she'd be safe from the earthquake, he thought, running up to his door. He pushed it right open.
She wasn't there.
"How can this be?" he thought out loud, scratching his head. "I know I saw her coming in here." pausing his beliefs for a moment to his bed. Having his back face the bed as he decided to loosen out. Dropping down to his bed roughly, Tristen held onto his pillow, with a worried expression.
Where had Nazia gone?
Still covered in a towel, Tristen had a cold feeling that he was being watched. Yet, he didn't see anyone, so he turned over in his bed to see Nazia!
"Huh!" Tristen gasped, leaning on his elbows he sat up. Her body had been also turned over. Her towel had covered most of her body, but to him, Nazia still looked beautiful no matter what she seemed to wear. Patting her shoulder softly, Tristen had the urge to confront up to her in a towel. But then again, how would Nazia feel to see his body up close to hers? Still, he thought Nazia should be aware of their current state and to also ask why she left off running out of the hot spring so suddenly.
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Nazia moaned turning over she was facing Tristen. Her left hand numbly dropped into Tristen's right hand that was just about to tap her awake. Tristen's face turned flushed. Her touch had left him frozen. Motionlessly, he watched her sleep. Suddenly her hair appeared to be tied up, or just caught between the pillows behind her. Tristen didn't want her getting herself hurt. Gripping securely onto her hand that was freely set, aside in his hand, he sat up leaning over her to loosen her hair that had been caught between the pillows behind her. Slowly, he raised her head to his shoulder, letting her hair flow on out to her back. Tristen could feel her hand wriggle inside his hand. Yet she didn't wake up.
"Nazia?" he whispered, planting her head back down and kissed her forehead. Her nose scrunched up, and soon became a flick of an eye. Tristen sat up again, leaning his back against the bed. Glad he saw her awake, he felt alone no more. Seeing her raise her arm above her forehead to feel what went on her.
Her eyes closely beading around, a towel wrapped below knees was worn.
"Tristen!!"
Nazia breathed in, sitting up like Tristen, only her back firm against the pillows behind her. Tristen's mouth opened wide to see her shocked expression. Why was she being so scared of him all of a sudden?
"Nazia. What's wrong?"
She twisted her head around, glowing bright red under her eyes.
"I..." stammered the fairy, grinding her hands together to form fists. Tristen couldn't take much more of this. He didn't know what was wrong with her. But it sure made her anxious and scared to even look at him. Bending over he faced Nazia, holding her face with his hand.
"Nazia." He glared at Nazia's face, directly to her eyes. "Tell me what's the matter!" Nazia had no choice. Her eyes were in no way of looking down, above or around him.
"The earthquake it's."
"Huh? You're not uneasy over seeing each other naked?"
Nazia shook her head.
"Then?" No. Nazia couldn't tell him. She had to start forgetting about it, and enjoy the time she was having with Tristen. Quickly, Nazia perked up a smile, looking into his eyes.
"This is how it should feel?" she thought, as Tristen's face turned lighter and smiled back.
"That's better!" he started, revealing out their hands held together in front of them. "For a second, I thought you ran off because you saw-"
"No. It's not that. But I'm okay now."
Both of them stopped in conversation, staring at each other's hands that were placed on the bed in front of them. Tristen urged his hands to push back the lose ends of her hair. His touch made her feel giddy again.
"Why am I feeling like this?" she thought, slowly raising their hands up and rubbed her cheek against them.
"Where are we?" she spoke softly. Her eyes calm. Tristen huddled in closer to her, grabbing her back with his free hand and hugged belly. He started to smirk.
"This is my room. Why?"
"It feels more comfortable then the other rooms."
"That's because it's full of spirit now." He finished, holding her other free hand and linked it around her stomach with his hands. Nazia brought herself up and sat on his lap, stretching her arms around his broad neck. Her lips tingled with a craving. Their eyes met. Tristen held her face to touch her lips with his lips. Nazia didn't even struggle to ponder what they were doing. It was a feeling that made her do what she felt inside her heart.
The aroma, of the damp hairs clashed together. Their bodies rejoicing a new love they discovered that were much more powerful then they're own. Nazia's hands dropped to his hot chest that felt warm by the heat that was given off by their breathing. Nazia learnt how he felt about her. Possessing her head in his hand, he guarded her body by his on love that he discovered Nazia felt for him.