Kel awoke the next morning filled with a desire to stay in bed. She didn't want to get up, and most certainly didn't want to confront Faleron. Kel sat and thought about what had happened the night before. Kel wanted him to stay with her for the rest of the night, so she could wake up next to him. It was a strange feeling, but Kel was pretty sure she knew what it was, although it was hard to admit. It was something that gave the feeling of love; Kel didn't want to be too hasty about calling it love. Just in case.
Her entire day was focused on not encountering Faleron. It worked too. She didn't see him the whole day, and no one else did for that matter.
The next morning Kel woke up to a surprise. A yell woke her up, followed by a thump. Kel rushed to her window. A man was lying on the roof of the stocks covered with straw and what appeared to be rose petals. With all haste Kel put on a shirt and breeches and ran out the door. She climbed the side of the building. The man was still there and guess who it was. Faleron.
"Kel…Um hi," He was nervous. Kel looked around there was some shape on the roof out of the straw and rose petals. "What is that."
"That… That was a heart. For you. Because. It's from me to you." Faleron was flushed, but looked directly at her with a maddening look in his eyes.
"Do you love me?" Kel asked a bit unsure of herself.
Faleron chuckled, a bit relived. "Yes, if your love was a grain of sand, mind would be universes for beaches. If-" He was cut off abruptly by Kel. She was suddenly much closer and smiling. "I think I love you too." He closed the space between them and kissed her very thoroughly. They did that for a long time. Then they stopped and just looked at each other. Faleron leaned in for another kiss. Kel smirked a little and backed up, "You still haven't said I love you."
He laughed heartily, "I love you. Do you want me to spell it out I EL-OH-VEE-EE WHY-OH-YOU. In math it would be me plus you equals love." Kel smiled content to be held by her love.
Faleron landed a feather light kiss on her jaw. Kel thought of something, "Was it you that wrote the note--" She was interrupted by a light kiss on her mouth, "and got my ox and water."
He landed another one on her nose this time, "Nope." His mouth moved to her neck. There were chuckles in the background causing Kel to stiffen and Faleron to pause and bring his head up so their noses were touching. Then they heard a whisper, "I told you she thought it would be him." Faleron smiled and pulled her closer by the waist. While smirking a little Kel whispered to her new lover, "I do believe we've been set up, Fal."
He grinned wider than before. Rubbing noses with her he responded, "Love, would you mind shutting up so I can kiss you properly." So he did. There hands roamed each other and their tongues darted around. Fal had untucked Kel's shirt on the side and slid and hand up.
"I'm back-Oh my…" Neal's head popped above the roof in time for their moment of passion along with a few guests. They stopped kissing, but stood in the same position. They both stood as still as possible, as though they could camouflage themselves. "The soldiers told me you were up here, but I didn't expect this." His feet clambered to the top along with a certain former training master, and Tobe.
"My dear Keladry, I would expect you to know that private moments are meant to be just that." His smile looked like an enormous hammock. Lord Wyldon smirked a little too, while Tobe was shifting from foot to foot completely unsure of himself.
Fal and Kel were blushing uncontrollably. Finally Kel decided to say something, "I didn't know you were coming back.."
"How could you not know. I sent a note to you." Neal shook his head in disbelief.
"Well, I didn't get a letter." Kel was getting annoyed.
"I sent one."
"Tobe," Kel looked at him.
"Sorry I forgot to tell you." He looked at his feet.
Faleron stepped forward and put his arm around Kel. He whispered, "There's nothing we can do about it now." And he kissed her.
The End
Sorry about the wait. Hope you liked it.
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