*sigh* that was almost a climax. But she aint a knight yet, so chill out
man!
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Lera blinked. She felt wonderful. Healthy Rejuvenated. She could smell snow. Somehow. She turned her head. She was in her room. She room that was attached with Stu's. Alone.
She looked out the window and was greeted by the sight of a sparkling winter wonderland. Everything was new and bright and flakes fell from the sky like heavenly tears of joy. Lera sat up. Yawning and stretching at the same time, Lera got up and got dressed, almost forgetting the passing by-s of the days before.
Moving to open her door, Lera heard loud scuffling outside and Stu rushed in from his room, no knocking.
"DON'T OPEN IT!!!!" He yelled.
Lera leapt back from the door, looking alarmed. She shot his a questioning glance and placed a hand against her heart. It had leapt into her throat.
"Ack! I've been fending them off all day. They wont leave me alone. I cant get rid of them and if you let them in, all will be lost." Stu heaved, flopping onto her freshly mad bed, marring its perfection.
Lera tapped her foot impatiently, giggling a little at Stu's drama. "Who exactly is out there?" She asked glancing at the door, which was shaking from the pounding on the outside.
"Your admirers." Stu said, exaggerating his exhaustion.
Lera laughed and opened the door. People flooded in. Literally. Flooded. People she didn't know and had never even seen pooled around her hugging her and shaking her hands. Both of them. She just nodded and laughed, looking confused and dazed. People smiled with her. It seemed that Saban had been really un popular among the pages.
People who had thanked her a hundred times over began sifting out of the room, and only a few people who Lera knew remain. Food and present were everywhere. Lera felt like a celebrity. So many cards said that they were sorry for not believing in her.
Carlyn and Joel burst in, looking excited, and side by side.
"Food!" Carlyn yelled and collapsed onto a heap of candy coated pretzels from some lady who Saban had raped in the village.
Joel limped over to her.
"Can I have a moment?" He whispered.
Lera looked around and the few remaining people. Stu, David, Carlyn, A young girl Lera didn't recognize and a few pages. She shrugged.
"Maybe in a bit, once I can clear these people out?" She asked. Joel just nodded distractedly.
"Sure." He said, trotting over to Carlyn to eat pretzels with him.
Stu, who decided to drink an entire 40oz. Of strawberry rum to himself was rolling on the floor singing a song that went somewhat like this:
"I am so Happy. H-A-P-Y Happy Happy Happy H-A-P-Y Like a little puppy H-A-P-Y"
And so on.
Lera laughed and took the few scant inches left of strawberry rum from him. She took a swing from the bottle. Whoosh. It his her stomach in a few seconds, She nearly choked. Warm tingles raced through her body and she felt her leg sear s she stumbled into the wall. Mumbling ouch, Lera downed the rest of the bottle and a few inches of the next. It was good to forget.
She smiled as Carlyn waved good bye, and she waved back, wondering why he was glancing at Joel so often.
Stu said something about spending the night at the Prancing Pony with a girl he met and tottered away. The pages left, with a lot of food mind you, Smiling at her innocently, and the tall, slim girl looked as if she had something to say as she left, but didn't. Lera smiled up at Joel, who was standing above her, frowning a little.
"Lera? Are you completely incapacitated?" He asked, prying the rum from her fingers. She nodded sluggishly. She actually wasn't really that drunk, but she had a feeling whatever Joel had to say was important, and she didn't want to take it seriously.
Joel sighed and made to leave. Lera stood up. "I'm not Joel." Joel turned around and paused, his fingers on the door knob. "I'm not drunk."
A small smile flitted across his face. "Damn good actor."
Lera smiled, a laugh escaping from her throat. Joel walked back over to her. Peering into her eyes, he seemed to be searching for something. They stood for a few moments merely looking at eachother before Joel took her hand in his.
"I love you." He said.
The words seemed to fill the air between them and Lera stammered. How long had she dreamed of this moment. (Probably not that long, but to her it seemed a long time.) She didn't know what to say.
"Now would be a good time to say something." Joel said, nervous smile crossing his lips.
Lera shook her head and kissed him, rising on her tippy toes to meet his lips. She felt the heat of her face on hers, his hands on hers, his thighs and stomach pressing against hers. She flicked into his mouth with her tongue and he returned it. It was like nothing she had ever felt. They didn't stop for breath. She felt if she died she would die happy. He treated her delicately, and she felt as if she wanted to be close to him. As close as she could. Forever.
"I love you."
Lera blinked. She felt wonderful. Healthy Rejuvenated. She could smell snow. Somehow. She turned her head. She was in her room. She room that was attached with Stu's. Alone.
She looked out the window and was greeted by the sight of a sparkling winter wonderland. Everything was new and bright and flakes fell from the sky like heavenly tears of joy. Lera sat up. Yawning and stretching at the same time, Lera got up and got dressed, almost forgetting the passing by-s of the days before.
Moving to open her door, Lera heard loud scuffling outside and Stu rushed in from his room, no knocking.
"DON'T OPEN IT!!!!" He yelled.
Lera leapt back from the door, looking alarmed. She shot his a questioning glance and placed a hand against her heart. It had leapt into her throat.
"Ack! I've been fending them off all day. They wont leave me alone. I cant get rid of them and if you let them in, all will be lost." Stu heaved, flopping onto her freshly mad bed, marring its perfection.
Lera tapped her foot impatiently, giggling a little at Stu's drama. "Who exactly is out there?" She asked glancing at the door, which was shaking from the pounding on the outside.
"Your admirers." Stu said, exaggerating his exhaustion.
Lera laughed and opened the door. People flooded in. Literally. Flooded. People she didn't know and had never even seen pooled around her hugging her and shaking her hands. Both of them. She just nodded and laughed, looking confused and dazed. People smiled with her. It seemed that Saban had been really un popular among the pages.
People who had thanked her a hundred times over began sifting out of the room, and only a few people who Lera knew remain. Food and present were everywhere. Lera felt like a celebrity. So many cards said that they were sorry for not believing in her.
Carlyn and Joel burst in, looking excited, and side by side.
"Food!" Carlyn yelled and collapsed onto a heap of candy coated pretzels from some lady who Saban had raped in the village.
Joel limped over to her.
"Can I have a moment?" He whispered.
Lera looked around and the few remaining people. Stu, David, Carlyn, A young girl Lera didn't recognize and a few pages. She shrugged.
"Maybe in a bit, once I can clear these people out?" She asked. Joel just nodded distractedly.
"Sure." He said, trotting over to Carlyn to eat pretzels with him.
Stu, who decided to drink an entire 40oz. Of strawberry rum to himself was rolling on the floor singing a song that went somewhat like this:
"I am so Happy. H-A-P-Y Happy Happy Happy H-A-P-Y Like a little puppy H-A-P-Y"
And so on.
Lera laughed and took the few scant inches left of strawberry rum from him. She took a swing from the bottle. Whoosh. It his her stomach in a few seconds, She nearly choked. Warm tingles raced through her body and she felt her leg sear s she stumbled into the wall. Mumbling ouch, Lera downed the rest of the bottle and a few inches of the next. It was good to forget.
She smiled as Carlyn waved good bye, and she waved back, wondering why he was glancing at Joel so often.
Stu said something about spending the night at the Prancing Pony with a girl he met and tottered away. The pages left, with a lot of food mind you, Smiling at her innocently, and the tall, slim girl looked as if she had something to say as she left, but didn't. Lera smiled up at Joel, who was standing above her, frowning a little.
"Lera? Are you completely incapacitated?" He asked, prying the rum from her fingers. She nodded sluggishly. She actually wasn't really that drunk, but she had a feeling whatever Joel had to say was important, and she didn't want to take it seriously.
Joel sighed and made to leave. Lera stood up. "I'm not Joel." Joel turned around and paused, his fingers on the door knob. "I'm not drunk."
A small smile flitted across his face. "Damn good actor."
Lera smiled, a laugh escaping from her throat. Joel walked back over to her. Peering into her eyes, he seemed to be searching for something. They stood for a few moments merely looking at eachother before Joel took her hand in his.
"I love you." He said.
The words seemed to fill the air between them and Lera stammered. How long had she dreamed of this moment. (Probably not that long, but to her it seemed a long time.) She didn't know what to say.
"Now would be a good time to say something." Joel said, nervous smile crossing his lips.
Lera shook her head and kissed him, rising on her tippy toes to meet his lips. She felt the heat of her face on hers, his hands on hers, his thighs and stomach pressing against hers. She flicked into his mouth with her tongue and he returned it. It was like nothing she had ever felt. They didn't stop for breath. She felt if she died she would die happy. He treated her delicately, and she felt as if she wanted to be close to him. As close as she could. Forever.
"I love you."
