With a quick peek outside the stall Hector slid out and fixed his tunic. The summer nights were usually hotter then Hades and his robes were always plastered to his skin. The stables were no exception.
With a quick look around the hall of stable doors he looked back.
Puzzled.
His sandals were missing.
Hector looked over his shoulder as a hand slid through the open half of the stable door. The dainty hand held his sandals.
A grin grew on his face.
Hector kissed the hand and too his sandals, "Well, Love, that was a stable of Troy."
A moment later Andromache stepped out as she finished tying her dress at the straps. Her rich brown hair hung down around her waist, pieces of hair in it. Hector reached down and picked a few pieces out.
"It was breathtaking. The horse was cute too," Andromache added, she looked up at her new husband. Not too much older then herself she couldn't help but not grin. She felt far too giddy not to.
Hector pointed, "Get back in there."
As his wife she listened, as his lover she skipped in and threw a handful of hay at him. Hector looked around the stables then followed her in and closed the door.
About 10 minutes later……
Hector stepped back outside of the stable door.
There was clearly a heavy smell of lust on the humid air. His clothes now were plastered to his damp skin, with a deep breath he dipped his head to a stable boy. Once the young man went
along Hector reached in and Andromache took his hand.
So much larger then her own she followed him out of the stall, her own dress seemed to cling to her own flushed skin. Grateful she decided not to dress up.
Andromache followed him out into the humid night.
Outside the stables were Paris and an official's daughter stood. Paris smiled at the sight of his new sister, "Andromache! Is Hector finally taking you for a tour of the Palace?"
Hector froze at his brother's words.
Such words had wooed many young women. With a quick look at his own new wife he felt nervous. Andromache smiled at him and boldly kissed him, not chastely.
It almost stunned him when her tongue brushed his own.
She then looked to Paris, "Yes. It's a beautiful palace. Tell me Paris….what is the name of your friend?"
Still in a moment of shock at his wife, Hector merely looked to Paris who seemed at a loss for words. It was then he realized his wife's evil intent. It filled him with guilty warmth.
As Paris tried his best to recollect his suddenly angry companions name, Hectors hand found it's way over her back and on her bum. Without a care he groped his wife.
Andromache jumped from surprise but couldn't contain her grin.
"Shall I show you the storage room for the horse feed?" Hector asked, with a quick look around the small courtyard in front of the stables. Their bedroom seemed far far far away.
Andromache looked at him, "Could you show me like you showed me the stable stall? I liked that."
"I'll show you anything you want," Hector agreed, the young couple quickly ran off while Paris began to pick names, none were correct.
About 15 minutes later…….
The young couple stepped from the storage closet.
Andromache looked to Hector, "Where next?"
Hector searched for a button on the top of his clothes, then found they were a separate color, "This isn't mine."
Andromache looked at her husband.
The smaller robe he wore was indeed someone else's. It was much too small. The light tan looked delicious against his bronzed skin. The dark brown hair hung at his shoulders, they'd lost the clip sometime during the palace tour. Her hungry eyes traveled over his arms and legs.
"Get back in there", she told him.
"Again….ok."
Andromache watched him walk in, the piece of clothing was far too small and tight. "You're keeping that, love."
About 10 minutes later…..
"I'm really sorry about your dress. I didn't think it'd rip so easy." Hector apologized behind his wife.
Andromache looked at the suddenly deeper V in her dress. "It's not so bad. Can I get a new dress?"
"You can get two," Hector told his wife.
Andromache turned to her husband and asked, "At least now I can flash you easier, right?"
A look of desire crossed his face. Hector grabbed her torn dress and kissed her deeply, so deeply her knees went weak. Desperately her hands ran through his hair. Tugging at him at anything. The new feelings were intense, never before had she felt such feelings before.
Andromache then broke the kiss and breathed heavily, "Take me home…I want to go to bed, now."
Hector nodded, took her in his strong arms and ran for their bedroom.